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Although everyone basically knew that Passionfruit was already dead, quite a few viewers impulsively sent various gifts, with comnts like "If it weren't for the helicopter, he'd have gotten away" and "Hope the strear successfully escapes" flooding the screen.
Mr. York was so infuriated he nearly had a stroke, and turned around to shout at the dispatcher:
"Contact the Brooklyn Branch imdiately and send more patrol units to continue the pursuit!"
After entering the Brooklyn District.
Gu Ji accelerated all the way, even though the car was already battered, it smoothly overtook several sedans in front, accelerating rapidly. Upon seeing a police car at the intersection ahead, he imdiately changed direction.
While turning, he kept staring at the map on the dashboard.
"No ti to reach the Brooklyn Center District, need to quickly avoid the helicopter!"
Gu Ji squinted his eyes.
Under the surveillance of the helicopter's bird's-eye view, if he kept dragging on, once the Brooklyn Branch and the Queens District Branch converged to encircle him, he'd be completely trapped.
The mall's underground parking lot!
This was the fastest way he could think of to shake off the helicopter, which is rather amusing as it was his usual tactic while playing "GTA", using buildings to avoid helicopter chases to lose stars.
After making four or five consecutive traffic light turns, a large mall finally appeared ahead, and Gu Ji rushed through the barrier without hesitation.
With a loud "bang", the iron barrier was shattered by his force, the windshield thoroughly cracked like a spider web, but at least he successfully charged into the entrance of the underground parking lot, and the yellow cab finally disappeared from the helicopter's view.
[666, really shook off the helicopter?]
[That was exhilarating to watch!]
[This could only happen in the United States, back ho a traffic jam would trap him!]
[Oh no, boohoo, can't watch the strear's moves now!]
[Dodging the helicopter is just the first step, soon the police will surround the entire mall, right?]
...
Underground parking lot.
Gu Ji recklessly crashed around, parked in a corner on the second level, and was just about to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car when he noticed a patch of blood-red on his right ribs.
"Hiss…"
The searing pain instantly shot up to his head, causing his blood pressure to soar, and his eyeballs were engorged with blood.
"Must've been hit by a stray bullet while escaping from the highway exit just now..."
The portrayal of car doors blocking bullets in TV shows is completely false, as in reality, except for the engine and wheel hubs, which can block bullets, the rest of the car is just a thin layer of tal, unable to withstand bullet power.
There was no choice, this was already the limit of what Gu Ji could accomplish.
Without any assistance and with his position actively leaked by the bomber, Gu Ji single-handedly took on the entire precinct's police blockade.
If it weren't for relying on the bits of special driving mory from his cruise checkpoint and the experience of controlling turrets and planes in the BASF World War II checkpoint, he would've been taken down in the first intercept.
Grimacing through the pain, Gu Ji removed the seatbelt, disregarding the bloodstains, and didn't even have ti to tend to his injuries, hurriedly grabbing his streaming phone and map, and opened the car door to flee.
Clutching his wound, Gu Ji could vaguely feel a hard lump wedged in his rib fracture.
The bullet's power was significantly reduced after going through the car tal and seats, apparently not penetrating into his organs.
He adjusted his cap brim low, pretending to be calm as he entered the elevator.
Upon reaching the first floor, he initially intended to walk out of the mall with the crowd, but didn't anticipate how quickly the police reacted, as patrol cars had already reached the mall entrance, with a female officer quickly running down to prepare to seal off the entrance.
Gu Ji knew that news dia helicopters must have captured his clothing through the side window.
Even if they didn't, they would certainly get details from the cab driver.
He couldn't risk going out now!
Once discovered, injured as he was, he wouldn't stand any chance of resistance.
Therefore, instinctively following the quick reaction chanism, he turned to follow alongside a middle-aged Arican woman, using her as cover to walk further into the mall.
Midway, a nearby supermarket caught his attention.
Gu Ji changed course once again into the supermarket, looking for dical supplies like gauze and alcohol for quick wound treatnt, and spare clothing.
anwhile, the patrol cars had already advanced into the underground parking lot.
Nevia pressed her intercom: "Reporting to the chief, we've followed the target to the mall, the suspect has abandoned the car, there's blood on the seat, suspect is injured, we're extracting fingerprints and blood, the Brooklyn Branch has dispatched more personnel to seal off the surrounding area, and the Counter-Terrorism Bureau's Major Ergency Command and Quick Reaction chanism are en route…"
"Good, this ti we must not let the suspect escape!"
In the command center, York was glaring at the streaming bullet screen on the tablet, his eyes ablaze with irrepressible anger, "How's the Bureau on handling his location, still can't pin it down?"
"We're doing our best, Chief."
The bespectacled tech guy shook his head wearily, "This level of encryption likely needs to be reported to the National Cyber Security Center for an expert decryption!"
"What about the live stream? Can't even shut down the live stream?!"
"Temporarily nothing can be done; Tik's backend live stream permission is completely locked down. If forcibly cut off, we'd have to shut down the main server, causing major platform data loss. Currently, the Public Communications Office is in further negotiation."
"These damn businessn, I really want to kick their butts, can't they see what a ss the public opinion is in right now!!"
York roared with irrepressible fury, his voice rumbling like thunder.
FBI New York Field Office.
A woman with short blonde hair and a fiery figure was sitting in the office focused on processing docunts, appearing to be around thirty, with the typical blonde hair and green eyes, and sharp facial features, dressed in a black business suit.
A stocky man with brown short hair and a square head was by her side.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
A slightly overweight middle-aged Caucasian agent hurriedly entered, holding a docunt and said: "Jillian, Jamie, perhaps we've found the lead you needed!"
The docunt title read: "The 9.8 New York Subway Live Broadcast Explosion Case"!
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