The use of car doors to block bullets in TV dramas is actually all fake. The real situation is that except for the engine and wheel hubs, the other parts of a car are covered with a thin layer of iron and cannot withstand the power of bullets.

There was no way, this was already the limit of what Gu Ji could do.

Without the help of any assistants, but with the bomber's location revealed on his own initiative, Gu Ji alone single-handedly blocked the entire blockade of the sub-district police station.

If he hadn't relied on the cruise ship level to acquire the remaining memories of special driving, as well as the experience of controlling turrets and aircraft in the BASF World War II level, he might have failed in the first round of interception.

Holding back the pain, Gu Ji took off his seat belt and didn't bother to wipe off the blood. He didn't even have time to deal with his injuries. He grabbed the live broadcast phone and map, hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car to escape.

Holding the injured area, Gu Ji could vaguely feel the hard bag stuck in the bone crack.

The bullet passed through the iron sheet and was blocked by the car seat, and its power was greatly weakened. It seemed that it did not penetrate into the internal organs.

He lowered the brim of his hat and pretended to be calm as he entered the elevator.

After arriving on the first floor, he originally wanted to follow the flow of people out of the mall, but he didn't expect the police to move so quickly. The police car had already arrived at the entrance of the mall, and one of the female police officers ran down quickly, preparing to block the entrance of the mall.

Gu Ji knew that the news media helicopter must have photographed his clothes from the side window.

Even if you don't take a photo, you will know it from the taxi driver's mouth.

You can’t risk going out at this time!

Once discovered, he was injured and had no room to resist.

So the quick reaction mechanism made him turn around instinctively, follow a middle-aged American aunt, and use her as cover to walk into the mall.

Halfway through, a supermarket nearby caught his attention.

Gu Ji changed his route and entered the supermarket again, looking for medical gauze, alcohol and other medical supplies for quick wound treatment, as well as spare clothing.

The police car had already rushed into the underground parking lot.

Nevia pressed the intercom: "Report to the director, we have followed the target to the mall. The suspect has abandoned the car. There is blood on the car seat. He is suspected of being injured. We are extracting fingerprints and blood. The Brooklyn branch has sent additional personnel to search around the mall.

A blockade is being carried out, and the Counter-Terrorism Bureau's Major Response Command and Emergency Service Team are also on the way..."

"Okay, we must not let the suspect escape this time!"

In the command center, York stared at the barrage in the tablet live broadcast room, with uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes, "How is the investigation bureau handling it? Can't they lock his location?"

"We've done our best, Director."

The glasses guy from the technical team shook his head tiredly, "This level of encryption will probably have to be reported to the National Cyber ​​Security Center for expert cracking!"

"What about the live broadcast room? The live broadcast room can't be stopped either!"

"There is nothing we can do for the time being. Tik's live broadcast room background permissions have been locked. If the live broadcast is forcibly disconnected, the main server can only be shut down first. This will cause the loss of important data on the platform. The Public Information Office is currently still negotiating further."

“These damn businessmen, I really want to kick their butts, and I don’t want to see how chaotic the public opinion is now!!”

York roared angrily, his voice rolling like thunder.

FBI New York Division.

A woman with short blond hair and a hot figure is sitting in the office and concentrating on processing documents. She looks about thirty years old, has typical blond hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and is wearing a black professional suit.

Next to her was a strong man with short brown hair and a square head.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A fat, middle-aged white detective hurriedly walked in, holding a document and said: "Gillian, Jamie, maybe we found the clue you are looking for!"

File title: "9.8 New York subway live broadcast bombing"!

I sorted out the main thread, the update is late, sorry, please give me the tickets at the beginning of the month!
Chapter completed!