Chapter 1287 (1/2)

But Sergeant John McLean was very calm. He just held out his hands and pressed his eyes, as if he wanted to be more sober.

Dustin was relieved: as expected, it was Jack McLean. Luke is the only one under his control Well, maybe not.

Luke actually has a very thin skin. If he goes on the street like John now, he may turn his back.

Thinking so, he waved and Connie and Joe came up to him and put the last piece of equipment on John.

”When you get off, we'll be two blocks away, ready to pick you up.” Dustin told me.

John's yawn stopped and his eyes widened: ”ha? Dustin, that's great. What is this about? Two blocks away, are you kidding? ”

Dustin's face brightened: ”that's what Simon asked. If he didn't do what he said, he would make another subway station explosion.”

John opened his mouth wide and could not speak for a moment.

Dustin wryly smiled: ”there are people from the FBI and the Department of homeland security. They have contact with us. They will help you too. They won't let you have an accident.”

John sneered: ”of course, when I die, nobody listens to that gossamer. Who is this guy? Why does he stare at me? ”

Everyone in the car, even Billy in front of the car, is silent: why do you stare at you? You don't have a beep in your heart! You've only been on the shift for 11 days this month, and killed two bandits. It's normal for anyone to stare at you!

Only Dustin patiently explained: ”we don't know, but he said it must be you. So now we can only do so, in order to buy time, find clues, find out this guy. ”

John scoffed: ”Wow, it's a good feeling to be needed. Isn't there two days left for my mandatory leave?”

Dustin: ”it's only one day, that is, today. Now the vacation is cancelled.”

John: ” Congratulations. Your partnership with that gossamer ruined my best vacation

The crowd was silent again.

Dustin, who was tied with gossamon, was not angry.

In his present position as John, the word ”Gou” would never be given to Simon alone.

John let out a vent and didn't bother to talk, ”OK, I'm cool.”

With that, he pushed open the back door of the logistics car, looked at the sky outside, took a deep breath and went down.

Two big boards tied together were put on him, hanging one before and one after the other, which made his movement inconvenient.

Dustin finally said, ”as required, we'll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”

John smiled bitterly and nodded, ”don't worry, I'll be killed in this street in five minutes at most.”

There was another silence. Only Dustin said, ”go, Billy.”

As soon as Billy's steering wheel swung, the logistics car turned around and sped away, leaving John standing alone on the street.

An old black lady came from the opposite side, and her eyes stayed on the plank in front of his chest. She looked a little angry and sighed, but she didn't say anything after all.

John, suffering in his heart, stood helplessly around the street.

The sidewalk of this street is empty. There is not even a car on the street.

In the afternoon, the sun slanted down, illuminating everything in the street.

There was only a pair of men's quarter pants and two wooden boards all over Sergeant John, standing at the street corner, very eye-catching.

On the board with white background, I wrote three words from top to bottom in black spray paint, namely ”I”, ”hate”, ”niggers”.

More than 20 meters away, a group of young African Americans are playing music and dancing on the side of the road.

John swallowed his saliva and thought that he should have brought a bottle of water just now. Now he can relieve his dry mouth.

In this fearful torment, a tall black man came out of the storefront across the street. He walked quickly through the street and stood near John with a strange face.