Chapter 622 Gunfight? How About a Dance?
But this was just a pa.s.sing thought, and Harrison instructed the convoy to proceed.
This was a very big operation today. After this battle, the convoy was halfway through their journey. The rest of the route was mostly flat, open area with few things that could act as cover.
In places like these, the criminals would have to move on a large scale if they wanted to win. Without two to three hundred people, there was no way they could stop the convoy.
But it would be very obvious if that many people were deployed.
LAPD’s chopper was currently following them high in the sky. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and the helicopter didn’t have to go lower to be able to see a long distance away.
The helicopter was at a pretty high alt.i.tude, and didn’t dare stay in the same location for too long; it didn’t want to be the second LAPD chopper to crash on the same day.
Luke didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
The convoy pressed forward as it left the residential district and entered the more remote industrial area.
If they were to run into a large criminal operation, this would be the best chance for it.
Otherwise, once the convoy left the city, it would be a barren stretch of land with nowhere to hide, and the chopper would be able to spot anything unusual.
Suddenly, there was an explosion. Luke frowned. Looking in the direction of the convoy, he drove over.
Someone had already reported the situation over the comms. “The car carrying the prisoner has flipped on its side from an explosion, but we have not detected any attackers. I repeat, we have not detected any attackers.”
Neither had Luke.
He hadn’t sensed any attackers, or even smelled any explosives.
However, the SUV carrying Alex had indeed flipped on its side from an explosion.
Was it some kind of homemade bomb? Or… an extraordinary ability? He scouted the area but didn’t discover anything.
There was n.o.body around. Even when the prisoner was transferred to another SUV, n.o.body showed up.
Everybody moved on, and the SUV which had blown up could only be left behind.
Suddenly, Luke’s expression changed as he heard the sound of cars all around him.
F*ck! Cursing in his heart, he turned the wheel and backed the car into a dilapidated building next to the street.
The next moment, cars came pouring out from everywhere with loud rumbles.
They were all speeding over from up ahead, like the trucks earlier.
The chopper was already hurriedly warning them, “This is Vulture! At least fifty cars are approaching from the east!”
Luke silently hid in the shabby building as he watched the cars rush past him from the east to the west.
It wasn’t that he was scared, but that there was no need to engage them.
There were so many of them that blowing up a few cars wouldn’t make a difference.
Instead of letting them hem him in, he prefered to attack them from behind.
After observing the pa.s.sing cars for a moment, however, Luke had a strange expression on his face as he said into the walkie-talkie, “This is Falcon! Hondo, these people… they don’t seem to be armed, or look like criminals. You better make sure who they are before opening fire.”
Harrison was also stumped when he heard that. “They’re not armed?”
Luke: “The seven or so cars I saw were all carrying kids in their twenties. I don’t see any weapons. They… look like they’re joyriding.”
Harrison immediately checked with the lookout in the helicopter.
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The lookout examined them carefully, and was also surprised a moment later. “No weapons! Vulture repeats, we don’t see any weapons!”
At this moment, the two parties finally engaged.
More precisely, the cars surrounded the convoy, which had no choice but to slow down and stop.
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These people laughed as they got out. They surrounded the police cars, and then loud music rang out.
These youngsters bustled into formation… and began dancing!
“What the f*ck!” Everybody in the convoy cursed at practically the same time.
Is there something wrong with you people? You should be firing your weapons now; why are you dancing? How dare you dance? This wasn’t a Bollywood movie!
The convoy was in a difficult position.
They would be crazy to open fire. In front of them were completely defenseless young people. Many of them were even 15and 16-year-old high school students.
Was dancing against the law? Of course not.
While this scale was a little shocking, no one said that two hundred people couldn’t get together to dance.
Looking at the situation from his end, Harrison was silent for a moment before he said, “Patrol officers, ask them what they’re doing and tell them not to get in the way of official business.”
The four motorbike officers were the most unlucky.
Their colleagues were still in the cars, but they were drowning in an ocean of people.
Completely surrounded, they didn’t dare attack or move.
Some of the kids even performed extremely challenging dance moves on the police motorbikes.
Selina was a little stupefied. “That’s possible? What kind of move is that?”
Luke frowned.
He didn’t know what these kids were up to. Were they really here just to dance?
A moment later, the four patrol officers had bitter smiles on their faces. One of them spoke into his walkie-talkie. “Hondo, they said that they were hired to shoot an MV for a new song by that famous singer Sheerah.”
Luke and Selina looked at each other in bewilderment. That was nonsense, right?
He took out his fake phone and sent a text message to Sheerah.
A moment later, Sheerah texted back.
Luke sighed in relief. “It has nothing to do with Sheerah. She’s busy preparing for her tour. She’s not planning to release any new songs.”
Selina looked at the kids who were still dancing spiritedly and said, “So, someone deliberately set this up?”
Luke nodded.
But most of his attention was on the surroundings.
These kids didn’t have the smell of weapons or dangerous items on them. They were just a distraction.
What Luke was most worried about was that the criminals would seize this moment to attack when there were so many kids next to the convoy.
Fortunately, no such insane attack happened. After a lot of effort, the music was finally turned off and the patrol officers convinced them that they were real police and not actors for the MV.
Exchanging looks of dismay, the kids started to get out of the way.
Harrison had the patrol officers ask them who had organized this operation, but when the kids looked around, they said they couldn’t find a girl called Paige.
Paige was the organizer. She was a cheerleader at a particular high school who had let everybody know of this gig the day before.
Also, every teenager who took part in this gig was paid fifty dollars in advance.
Since they could have fun and get paid for it, the kids had very quickly come together in one large group.
From what they said, they were told to surround a bunch of fake police cars and then dance for the MV.