Chapter 127 Jacquel-Dangerous!

  The crime rate in New York City is well known, and the NYPD police bell is the accompaniment of daily life in this city, and New Yorkers have long been used to it.

  Jacquel didn't care much about it, anyway, he wasn't the one who caught him, and no matter how the alarm bell rang, it didn't matter to him.

   But this time it was different, because the alarm bell outside did not mean to go away, but was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming towards this building.

   "Could it be for me?"

  Thinking of the scene of Mona running up the stairs while shouting her name to the phone, Jacqueline's face changed when he was about to pull the trigger.

  He arrested Mona to threaten Javari, and finally tried to kill Javari, Javari was killed by him, and he must not be arrested by NYPD or FBI before the revenge is over.

   This is also one of the reasons why Jacquier directed De Monti to kill Evander and John King, but he didn't do it himself.

   During the few seconds that Jacquel was hesitating, Mona, who was holding a notebook, had successfully ran to the stairs on the first floor of the apartment building, and then disappeared instantly.

   "Shit!"

  Seeing the empty scene in the scope, Jacquel's face froze and cursed in a low voice, and he slapped himself on the head heavily.

   Put away the rifle, Jacquel walked back to Mona's apartment with a gloomy face, and cast his gaze downstairs.

   Seeing several police cars ahead, a Chevrolet rushing towards the building, Jacquel's face became even uglier.

  Jacquel knew this Chevrolet, and when he checked out Mona’s relationship, he discovered that the owner of the Chevrolet was a male colleague of Mona’s.

   "The FBI has found me."

  This thought flashed across his mind, and Jacquel immediately put away the rifle without hesitation, and then quickly left Mona's apartment.

  Javari Evans is not dead yet, he cannot be arrested, and now he must hurry up and get out of here.

   As for whether he can leave here smoothly, Jacquel is not in the slightest panic.

  He had scouted this building and the surrounding area beforehand, and after a little thought, he had a planned route.

  Before leaving, Jacquel glanced at the Chevrolet downstairs and snorted coldly:

   "Mona's male teammate, I remember you."

  After speaking, Jacquel immediately turned and left.

  —

   Downstairs, the Chevrolet makes its way to the apartment complex.

   "These patrolmen will be handed over to you, Lacey, let them seal off this area!"

   With a beautiful tail flick, Roan quickly finished these words.

Before Lacey could react, Roan immediately unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, took out a Glock 18 and 3 extended magazines from under the seat of the Chevrolet, and then quickly ran into the gate on the first floor of the apartment where Mona lived. .

  The reason for attracting these patrolmen to come here is naturally because SWAT will not be able to arrive in a short time, but this area needs personnel to block it.

  The reason why Roan handed over this matter to Lacey is also because Lacey knows many people in NYPD.

woman.

   Among them are not only the female sheriff, but also the wives and daughters of NYPD senior officials.

   In this regard, Lacey is the boss.

"do not move!"

   "Show me your hands!"

   "Put your hand on the front of the car!"

  Seeing Roan's back disappearing in an instant, then hearing a sudden sound of brakes, followed by the shouts of the group of NYPD patrolmen behind him

   Lacey's face froze, full of MMP.

  This area is more prosperous, and there are more NYPD patrols. In addition, Luo An drove too fast, and the two patrols at the intersection couldn't catch up, so they decisively called the nearby patrols to help.

  The final result is that there are now five police cars parked behind Chevrolet's buttocks, and 11 patrolmen are staring at it nervously.

   "We are the FBI! On a mission!"

  Raising her hands and getting out of the car, Lacey shouted with displeasure written all over her face:

   "Badge in my pocket, now, get me your NYPD Sheriff Charlize!"

  Hearing Lacey's words, the 11 patrolmen froze in place.

  Inside the apartment building.

   "Mona!"

  The moment Roan broke into the building was exactly when Mona ran out of the stairs on the first floor.

  Seeing Mona holding the laptop tightly while running, Roan's mouth twitched, but he immediately went up to her and held it tightly behind him.

  Standing at the corner, Roan held the Glock 18 in a tactical posture and stared at the stairs, while asking in a low voice:

   "No injury?"

"No!"

  Hearing that something was wrong with Mona's voice, Roan hurriedly turned his head to look at Mona, only to find a bright red scratch on Mona's left face.

   "The computer swiped while running downstairs just now."

   Seeing the worry in Roan's eyes, Mona touched the discomfort on her face, shrugged and smiled:

   "Slight injury, at least not shot."

  Roan frowned when he saw this, and just about to say something, Mona gave him a hug, and then whispered in his ear:

   "Thank you very much, Roan.

  If you hadn’t informed me of this news in time this time, I’m afraid I would have died.”

  Thinking of John King's misery everywhere, Mona couldn't help but shudder.

   "You don't have to be so polite, Mona."

  Mona's hug ended, and Roan subconsciously planned to rub his hands, but suddenly remembered something, raised his brows, and asked with a serious face:

   "Jacquil hadn't left when you went downstairs just now, right?"

   "Yeah"

  Mona nodded, then tilted her head and asked:

   "What are you going to do?"

   "What are you doing?"

  Roan carefully checked the Glock 18 in his hand, then touched the scratches on Mona's face, and grinned:

   "Of course it is to arrest people!"

As I said before, when Roan came to Mona's house for lunch, due to occupational diseases, he had subconsciously planned out how he would go if the building was surrounded so that he could leave quickly without attracting the attention of others. this building.

  There are two routes.

   There is no protruding balcony in this building, and Mona's apartment is still on the fourth floor.

  One of them was directly pulled out from the window of Mona’s house, grasping the protruding edge under the window with both hands, moved to the other end of the building, and finally jumped to the roof of the small second-floor apartment diagonally opposite.

  The second route is to go directly to the roof of this building, then jump from this building to the roof of another apartment building diagonally opposite, and finally leave from that apartment building.

  In fact, there is still a fire-fighting staircase outside the building that can be used, but that staircase is in front of Lacey and others, and Jacquel cannot be stupid enough to walk that way.

   The first route was also ruled out by Roan, because when he came just now, he didn't see anyone outside the window of Mona's apartment.

  So Jacquier chose the route to leave here, and the probability is the second one.

  Thinking of this, Roan no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed to the roof of the building while holding the Glock 18 on guard.

  Roan didn't dare to take the elevator, if he met Jacquel just after the door opened, it would be a lot of fun.

   "Where are you going? Roan?!"

  Mona didn't know that Roan had analyzed these things. When she saw Roan rushing upstairs without saying a word, her face suddenly changed, but she hurriedly followed without hesitation.

  After these days of experience, Mona has subconsciously developed the habit of going with Roan when handling cases.

  In Mona's eyes, Roan's running speed from the first floor to the sixth floor has always been so fast, and he has never descended.

   "Damn! Isn't he tired of climbing stairs?"

  Mona had just climbed to the 3rd floor, when she looked up and saw that Roan had already reached the 6th floor, she was shocked and cursed in a low voice:

   "What a monster!"

   Mona's shock Roan didn't know, but he saw Jacquel's shock.

  Because just when Roan ran to the top of the building in one breath, Jacquel just carried a satchel, assisted him to run a few steps, jumped from the top of the building, and flew to the top of the diagonally opposite building.

   Seeing Jacquel flying in mid-air, Roan grinned and raised his Glock 18 to aim at him.

  Jacquel: "!!"

  (end of this chapter)