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Chapter 221 - Chapter 1062: Street raid

Shortly after Jack hung up the phone, Danny Reagan emerged from a police car and waved to the crowd.

  Recently, thanks to someone's "corruption," Danny's family's financial situation has improved considerably. Linda finally replaced his old work suit and shoes with new ones, but he still wore his tweed hat.

  The Shangri-La Group's newly established security company offered Danny a part-time consulting position, offering an annual salary comparable to his NYPD salary and a small annual dividend.

  Jack had several discussions with his father, Commissioner Reagan, about this matter. Even after he threatened to withdraw Shangri-La's annual donation of at least $500,000 to the NYPD, the stubborn Irishman refused to budge.

  Finally, it was his eldest daughter-in-law, Danny's wife Linda, and daughter Erin, who intervened, and finally, reluctantly, Reagan agreed.

  Danny was a brash man. While his rough edges made him a capable detective, his sharp edges made him unsuitable for the political world.

  Although the Reagan family had produced two commissioners, even Danny himself had never considered inheriting his father's legacy; after

  all, the NYPD wasn't his family's business. Frank Reagan would eventually retire, and he had to leave a path for his eldest son. In reality, it wasn't Linda and Irene who convinced him, but Jack, who hinted at a connection between the Shangri-La Group and a newly elected senator.

  Decades from now, the Reagan family might have a third NYPD commissioner. That person might not be Danny Reagan, but James Reagan, still a street patrol officer.

  Danny was clearly unaware of the FBI's plans and was slightly surprised to see the Most Wanted Squad. While he knew this was a joint operation between the NYPD and the FBI, he wasn't quite sure about the relationship between the International Division and Jack and the others.

  "Since you're in charge of the escort, isn't it a bit unnecessary for the old man to send in the ESU?"

  The man flattered him right off the bat, bringing smiles to the faces of the FBI.

  "We were also captured to help. It's still your job until we get on the plane," Jack said, surveying the NYPD's deployment.

  Commissioner Reagan had deployed a significant presence this time. Besides the six police cars that protected the ESU armored vehicle in the center of the convoy, eight motorcycles cleared the way, and a police helicopter hovered overhead.

  As everyone chatted, the ESU armored vehicle slowly emerged from the prison. Sharp-eyed Jack spotted the two North Korean visitors and International Director Jon Michaels getting into a Suburban with diplomatic plates, following the convoy.

  Danny hurried to his own police car, and the rest of the team followed suit. Clay led the Suburban, Jack followed in the Yukon.

  With only a few routes out of Manhattan, the convoy had chosen the Brooklyn Bridge route as planned. The first half of the journey was uneventful, but as they neared the bridge, they encountered a sudden traffic jam at an intersection.

  "Danny, what's going on?" The two cars in the wanted criminal squad were trailing behind, unable to see the road clearly. Jubal, in Clay's passenger seat, picked up the intercom and asked Danny, who was leading the way.

  Danny's voice was a little distorted, but the confusion in his tone was still palpable. "I don't know. Over a dozen protesters suddenly appeared at the intersection, carrying banners and placards. They looked like Koreans."

  Jack, hearing the intercom call, felt a sudden pang of anxiety. The two countries hadn't officially restored diplomatic relations, and the extradition was a secret diplomatic operation. Where the hell did these protesters come from?

  Did the South Koreans deliberately leak the information? They might have a motive, but who gave them the courage?

  Thinking of the familiar face of the two North Korean visitors, a sense of crisis suddenly washed over him. Jack grabbed the intercom and pressed the talk button.   

  "Danny, something's wrong. Tell the armored vehicles to back up and let us lead the way."

  "Are you sure? Our guys have dispersed them. It seems there's nothing wrong."

  Danny hadn't finished speaking when the channel suddenly went silent. The next moment, a huge explosion sounded up ahead, followed by a burst of gunfire.

  Turning back the minute hand of the clock a few times.

  A long convoy of vehicles, led by NYPD motorcycles, moved smoothly through the crowded streets of Manhattan. At each intersection, officers would stop traffic on both sides and wait for the convoy to pass before releasing it.

  However, at the last intersection before the Brooklyn Bridge, the convoy was forced to stop because a group of Asian-looking men suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding incomprehensible signs and running into the middle of the street, shouting in Korean.

  "Damn it! Get out of here!" The two groups of mounted officers accompanying the convoy on either side quickly stepped on the accelerator to drive the group away.

  Fortunately, the enemy was outnumbered. After a few mounted officers dismounted and handcuffed the two loudest, the others immediately dropped their banners and fled.

  However, the situation wasn't over yet. While the mounted officers were busy dealing with the protesters, a homeless man, draped in a dirty blanket and pushing a grocery cart, staggered onto the sidewalk and headed towards the police car that was leading the way.

  Danny was in the passenger seat of the police car. He had just stepped out of the window, his walkie-talkie still in hand, reporting back, "Our guys have dispersed them."

  He reached out the window and waved, signaling the mounted officers to remove the homeless man. But what happened next was terrifying.

  The homeless man, seemingly unsteady on his feet, pushed his cart forward with all his might and took off. The cart, also covered in rags, crashed into the front of the police car with a soft thud.

  Danny's mind hadn't yet fully grasped what had happened, but the sight instantly awakened the instincts he had developed during his overseas service.

  At the moment when he subconsciously lowered his head, the cart exploded, and the fragments and broken glass instantly took the lives of the mounted police officer next to the cart and the police officer driving the car.

  At the same time, the homeless man who had fled to the side of the road with his back bent over threw off the dirty blanket on his body, revealing an Uzi submachine gun underneath, and began to fire wildly at several mounted

  police officers at the intersection. A long box truck that had been parked at the intersection on the left suddenly started up, directly shifted into first gear and knocked aside the mounted police motorcycle parked at the intersection, and then slammed into the front of the police car where Danny was.

  The police car was knocked sideways and flew several meters away. The long body of the truck directly blocked the entire intersection.

  The side door in the middle of the truck was suddenly pulled open, and several smoke bombs were thrown out. Then four or five gunmen wearing gas masks and holding various automatic weapons jumped out of the car and fired wildly at the police cars behind and the pedestrians on both sides of the street.

  (End of this chapter)

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