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Chapter 171 Escorting the prisoner van!
"I have received intelligence. It is very likely that someone will come to hijack the prison van tomorrow. The $100 million reward will touch the nerves of many people. The key is whether the Guzman family can really come up with the cash, so the higher-ups have sent SWAT to coordinate the escort throughout the process." Ma Hong said.

Roy smiled. "That makes things much easier. I'm just worried that no one will come to rob the prison van. If no one comes to rob the prison van, once I take action, if I don't kill my colleagues, I will be exposed, and that will be a loss."

Jonathan said, "You mean to take advantage of the chaos caused by the prisoner van hijacking and secretly rescue Ovidi Guzman?"

"Yes!" Roy nodded.

"Do you need to arrange a pick-up?" Jonathan asked.

Roy looked at Jonathan and said, "Mahong will also be there to escort the group tomorrow. I don't want to notify Selina, so you will be responsible for the pick-up."

"Okay! I'll take care of it!"

Jonathan looked determined and nodded vigorously.

The great revenge has been achieved. Now Jonathan's life belongs to Roy. No matter what Roy arranges him to do, Jonathan will carry it out without hesitation, even if it means asking him to wear a self-destructive vest.

The three men discussed secretly for about an hour, and then Jonathan and Mahone left separately. In the Ford, Roy called Oscar.

The call was connected, and Oscar's voice came from the receiver:
"Boss, it's me!"

Roy asked, "You should know that Ovidi Guzman offered a $100 million reward in front of reporters, right?"

"I know, boss!"

"Did the other gangs react?"

"Yes, Boss. It's like this. Not long ago, I received a lot of news. Many gangs are eager to make a move. They are all very interested in the 100 million US dollars. Gangs of all sizes entrenched in various districts of New York all want to get a piece of the pie. Of course, this also includes Rafar..."

"You continue..."

"After all, this amount of money is too much. As far as I know, the motorcycle gang will definitely take action, and the Dubin Group will also take action. There are too many others."

Roy was not surprised at all if the Dubin Group took action. On the contrary, it would be strange if they did not take any action. All the goods of the Dubin Group came from Mexico, and their superior was most likely the Guzman family. In addition, the Dubin drug cartel had close ties with the CIA. As long as Ovidi Guzman was rescued, they could secretly send him to a military airport and fly to Mexico on a CIA special plane.

During this period, the CIA had no intention of touching the Guzman family, as both sides had their own thoughts and interests regarding dirty money.

Roy said into the microphone:
"Tell Rafar not to allow the Night Gang to get involved in this. Tell him that this is what I said. You won't get this money. The Night Gang needs to focus on development. You need to take advantage of this opportunity. If gangs from other districts get involved, they will suffer great losses, and even their foundations will be shaken. At that time, take advantage of the gangs' weakness and walk out of Brooklyn to take over their territory."

"Okay, I understand, boss!"

"That's it..."

Roy hung up the phone.

Sometimes, news from underground gangs is even more accurate than official intelligence. With Oscar's news, Roy is even more certain that tomorrow will definitely be a bloody day.

Early the next morning.

Roy arrived at the NYPD Special Operations Bureau before eight o'clock, and Captain Pierre, who had not left the police station all night, came out to greet him in person.

Roy followed Captain Pierre into the Special Operations Bureau.

In the equipment warehouse, more than 20 members of the emergency action team are wearing their respective equipment, all of them are wearing black standard tactical helmets, special police bulletproof vests, black leather boots, elbow and knee pads. The difference from FBI-SWAT is that the letters on the front and back patches of the bulletproof vests are NYPD, while the FBI is SWAT.

Various types of weapons and equipment filled an entire long table.

Most of the members of the emergency action team had seen Roy before. When they saw him coming, they stopped their work and started to greet him.

Roy greeted everyone one by one.

Pierre took Roy to a pile of equipment: "These are all prepared for you. They are perfectly matched to your body shape and height."

"OK, thanks!"

Pierre continued: "Ovidi Guzman is extremely dangerous, especially since he made such a harsh statement in front of the reporters yesterday. You must wear a mask."

Even a fool knows that you must wear a mask at times like this. If you don’t wear a mask, you’ll be waiting for revenge afterwards.

Roy picked up the M4 assault rifle on the table, removed the magazine, released the safety, pulled the bolt, and began to check the gun, optical sight, tactical grip, tactical flashlight, everything.

Pierre said, "I use this M4 frequently. I calibrated it myself. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Putting down the M4 assault rifle, Roy began to check the pistol. The one he was issued was a Glock 17 with a standard magazine.

Roy asked Pierre for three stun grenades, a dagger, special pliers, an emergency medical kit, a head-mounted tactical flashlight, and goggles.

After putting on all his gear, Roy followed Pierre and got into a NYPD version of the Chevrolet Suburban.

As Pierre gave the order to set off on the radio.

The vehicle, consisting of eight special vehicles, drove straight to Rikers Island Prison in the Bronx.

After crossing the last bridge, the convoy arrived at Rikers Island Prison.

A few minutes later, the FBI SWAT team also arrived.

Next, just wait...

Mahone was not in the SWAT team. He was sitting in an FBI air patrol helicopter, patrolling the sky.

Commonly known as providing vision.

About half an hour later, an armored prison van stopped in the prison yard. Pierre walked up to Roy and said, "Just stay in this van. I feel at ease with you around."

Roy nodded slightly and waited behind the car.

After a while, the prison guards came over with Ovidi Guzman. Before getting into the car, Roy checked Ovidi Guzman's handcuffs and shackles.

Roy got on the car first, pulled Ovidi Guzman into the car, then arranged him to sit in the prisoner seat and used special handcuffs to hold him firmly on the seat.

Roy and another member of the emergency action team sat opposite Ovidi Guzman, and their eyes met.

The men outside closed the double tailgate.

Ovidi Guzman smiled and looked Roy in the eyes.

A huge convoy of escorts leaves Rikers Island Prison.

Leading the way were nine Bronx Police motorcycles, followed by five ordinary patrol cars, then three vehicles from the NYPD Emergency Operations Team, and then three identical armored prison vans.

Following the armored prison van was still the emergency action team's vehicle, followed by the FBI-SWAT convoy, and finally five Manhattan Police patrol cars and nine trailing police motorcycles.

In the sky, FBI patrol helicopters and NYPD helicopters checked the routes for the ground convoy and monitored the situation on the ground from the air.

Patrol officers from various police stations are on duty at all intersections along the way to direct traffic, which means that the convoy does not need to wait for red lights.

The motorcade's destination was the state courthouse in Manhattan.

The armored prison van was a bit bumpy on the road.

Ovidi Guzman smiled and said to Roy, "How much can you earn in a year as a PD?"

Roy ignored him. Guzman continued, "You all heard about the $100 million thing, right? If you rescue me, I will give you $100 million in cash, which is more than you can earn in your entire life. How about that?"

Guzman smiled and said, "Think about it, think about it, don't be so stubborn, don't be so hard on money, don't you agree?"

Roy just let the other person talk to himself, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the one on the left, Guzman turned to the right, looked into the eyes of another escorting special agent and said, "What do you think? You can get more than just $100 million. My Guzman family can also protect you. You can choose any country in South America. I will arrange a new identity for you and let you live in anonymity."

"Think about beautiful women, Brazilian supermodels, and Miss World Venezuela. As long as you have $100 million, they are all yours. You can do whatever you want with them. This is the charm of money."

The player next to Roy swallowed his saliva with his throat rolling.

“Hahahahaha!” Guzman laughed loudly. “Do you believe it? Even if you give up the 100 million dollars, someone else will come to take it. I’m right in front of you now, so close to you. You have much more advantages than others.”

"If you don't seize this opportunity, think about it, what other opportunities will you have in the rest of your life? Just be an ordinary police officer? A salary of $60,000 to $70,000 a year? Come on, the money I spend on a night in a hotel is more than that."

Gollum-

Another sound of swallowing saliva was heard.

The general dispatcher's voice came from the headset:

"All units, please note that the convoy has safely passed through the Bronx. In thirty seconds, the convoy will pass the Third Avenue Bridge. There is nothing unusual ahead!"

The car body was still shaking.

Guzman's brainwashing continues.

The convoy safely passed the Third Avenue Bridge, officially entered Manhattan, and made a left turn at the second traffic light.

at the same time……

An intersection 800 meters ahead of the convoy.

On the right side of the road, there is a municipal maintenance team repairing the road, and four mounted police officers from the Manhattan Police Department are here to maintain order.

In two minutes, the escort convoy will pass through this intersection.

Everything seems normal, but in fact it is full of dangers.

The convoy was still 300 meters away from the intersection.

At this moment, a maintenance worker in yellow work clothes lowered his head subconsciously, listening to the contents of the hidden headphones.

The next second, the maintenance worker directed a small crane to lift away a concrete roadblock about five meters long.

An extra-large container truck approached quickly from the side.

The patrolman who blocked the road looked back and was immediately shocked. He immediately flew forward, and the moment his body hit the ground, the container whizzed past.

At the same time, the convoy was still fifty meters away from the intersection.

The mounted policeman at the front was the first to see a container truck suddenly appear in the middle of the intersection. Under the astonished gaze of everyone at the scene, the driver of the container truck suddenly steered the truck, and the entire truck began to tilt in an instant, eventually crashing heavily into the intersection, blocking the straight road.

An emergency call was sent in the encrypted communication band: "Ahead, turn left, turn left, turn left, be careful not to stop."

The nine motorcycles leading the way turned left at the intersection, and the entire convoy behind them followed the mounted police and turned left. The entire convoy turned from the avenue into a narrow road with only a two-way single lane.

Something must have happened due to the sudden sharp turn. Roy knew that the convoy would be attacked within two minutes at most.

One minute later, all the vehicles in the convoy turned left.

"Turn right at the next intersection and return to 111th Street!"

As soon as the conductor finished speaking, two vans suddenly appeared on both sides of the next intersection. The two vans faced each other and stopped at the intersection.

Before the police officers in the front could react, the side cover of the van's cargo box suddenly dropped, and more than 20 gangsters wearing bandit masks and holding AKs and various submachine guns appeared in the police officers' field of vision.

What followed was a thud...

Da da da da da——

Chug tug tug tug——

The mounted policemen who were clearing the way were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another. Several of them were shot into a hornet's nest on the spot.

The policeman who luckily escaped being hit quickly crawled behind the overturned motorcycle, curled up, and trembled violently with fear.

A tracer bullet hit the fuel tank of a motorcycle.

boom--

The motorcycle exploded on the spot.

The mounted policeman behind was blown away on the spot and his life or death is unknown.

The patrol car following the mounted police was not in a much better situation. In just two or three seconds, the driver and the co-pilot were shot and fell down.

The out-of-control police car hit the overturned motorcycle, and after losing control, it crashed into a fire hydrant on the side of the road. In an instant, the fire hydrant broke and a huge column of water rose up.

The vehicles behind saw the attack and braked urgently.

"Back up, back up, back up, back up!"

However, there was no road ahead. After the convoy entered this road, the intersection behind them was also blocked by two vans.

The side cover was lowered, and this time there were not only bandits standing in a row holding various guns and cannons, but also two Browning heavy machine guns.

Chug tug tug tug——

At the scene, there was a burst of gunfire and bullets flying everywhere. Seeing this, the mounted police at the back drove towards the middle.

Several mounted police officers who were about to flee were knocked to the ground by bullets.

The few patrol cars following the team were the first to suffer intensive attacks from the Browning heavy machine guns. The fragile cars were simply unable to withstand the bullets from the heavy machine guns.

Many were turned into a hornet's nest by the first round of attacks.

Seeing this, pedestrians on both sides of the road ran around in panic, some slipped into the next door shop, and some hid behind nearby trash cans.

Stray bullets have no eyes and fly everywhere. Although passers-by are not the targets of attack, they are inevitably affected and injured or killed by stray bullets.

Ten seconds after the gunshots, the escort convoy responded. The SWAT team at the end of the team responded quickly, opened the four doors, jumped out of the car, used the bulletproof doors as cover, and began to fight back to the rear.

The NYPD emergency operations team in front also got out of the car and started firing back at the criminals in front of them. The two sides started a fierce exchange of fire on the narrow road of 80 meters.

Da da da da da——

"RPG!!!"

(End of this chapter)