Chapter 38 Chapter Thirty-Seven

Vaughan took off the walkie-talkie and looked at Davidson.They had thrown three balls just now, and they had already driven out of the alley. "The second camera was 'wrong' - was it 'wrong' where we threw it, or was it 'wrong' where Levi was receiving the image?" Vaughan asked. "As much as I don't like him, he's got his job done. He's not going to ask you to adjust without a valid reason," Davidson said. At this time, Levi's voice came from the intercom again. "Did you hear what I just said?" "Got it," Vaughan said. "We heard it very well."

"While you didn't throw the ball under the big trash can, you managed to get it behind a small trash can, where it got stuck," Levy said. Davidson looked at Vaughn. "Has he not annoyed you yet?" "Soon." "What do we do next?" Vaughn was eager to see what was going on at the back door of that building. "I'll take care of it." He got out of the car and walked into the alley.The alleys were littered with empty boxes, wooden slats, large dumpsters and small trash cans.His vision is limited because of these things, but it also gives him good cover.He proceeded cautiously.

When he reached the building where the mosque was, he stopped and looked around slowly.If he was going to relocate that dome, he might as well find the best spot for it.Now that he was here, he wished he had a few more fiber optic cameras with him.Anyway, we've come to this point, so it's better to let it go and take a good look at the situation inside. The back of the building is gray brick, the basement is half exposed, and the windows are painted black and have iron bars on the outside.Newspapers were pasted on the windows on the first floor, and there were iron bars outside.There was a broken light bulb hanging above the back door.land.Beside the back door was a large coffee can filled with yellow sand.The smokers turned a blind eye to the ashtray, must have used it as a doorstop.

Vaughn found an ideal spot for the camera and stacked empty boxes there so it wouldn't be easy to spot.After finding a new hiding place for the camera, he set out to find the hard black ball. There is a row of trash cans in the alley, about five of them.Judging from the size of the ball, it should be relatively heavy. When he threw it out of the car window, he didn't expect the ball to roll so far.They must have been going faster than he'd expected as they drove through the alley. Vaughn took a flashlight from his pocket and leaned over to move the first trash can aside, but there was nothing underneath.He moved the second trash can, which was still empty.Checking the remaining three brought the same result.Where did that thing go?

Vaughn studied the alley carefully.There are buildings, garbage cans, large dumpsters and garbage on both sides of the alley, the camera may have rolled to the other side of the alley, but he doubts that because he dropped the ball on the east side of the alley, so it should be there East of the alley. So, he went back to the row of trash cans he had just checked, and removed them one by one.Finally found the ball this time.Even if this matter is related to his life and death, it is impossible for him to have such a good aim.The ball was unbiased and rolled onto the round hole of a drain.He bent down, near the wall, to get the ball.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly heard a sound behind him.Who it might be, Vaughn wasn't sure.Years of experience and lessons have taught him that being too cautious can sometimes be bad.He was in a dark alley. The community where the alley was located had poor security and was a haunt of bad guys.Without thinking, he immediately went to draw his gun. This movement resulted in a sharp pain in his right hand.A steel bar came down hard and his wrist was broken. Vaughn turned around quickly, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched the man in the jaw.The man ran back a few steps.At this time, a gun barrel was pressed against Vaughan's face, and at the same time a flashlight shone on Vaughn's eyes.

Vaughan raised his hand despite the burning pain in his right hand. "I don't know who you are, but I want to tell you that I am a policeman." The flashlight was removed from his eyes, and Vaughn thought the men were going to let him go, but only for a moment, as the pistol he had holstered was taken away.Vaughn saw the guy he'd punched walking towards him.Is a Middle Eastern.The situation is not good. The man swung a punch and hit Vaughan hard in the lower abdomen.Vaughan doubled over in pain. The man grabbed his hair and pulled it up, lifting his head.Vaughan has experienced many battles in his life, and he has experienced many scenes of being punched and kicked. Therefore, he is fully prepared, waiting for the man to knee his face, or that man will He came up hard on the head.He knew that he could not escape a severe beating no matter what.

Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from behind those people: "Isn't fighting like this a bully? You bastards are too short!" Vaughan looked behind the man with the gun pointed at him and saw Davidson put the gun to the man's head. The guy who had been pulling his hair let go, and Vaughn straightened up with a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long.He saw four figures appear behind Davidson, all with weapons in their hands. "Well, it looks like you've got enough men!" Davidson said. "Why don't we lay down our arms and solve problems like men?"

One came forward and slammed Davidson in the back with the butt of his rifle.Under the severe pain, Davidson could not stand still and fell to the ground. The man took Davidson's gun.Davidson looked up at him and said, "That's it! You're all under arrest!" The guy who broke Vaughan's wrist laughed and punched Davidson in the mouth again. I don't know who issued a series of instructions in Arabic, and several people came up and dragged the two policemen from the alley into the building. With a bang, the heavy iron door closed.Vaughan didn't know what was going to happen, but in fact, he already had a vague understanding in his heart.Those ominous premonitions since tracking down Nasiri are now flooding my mind.Finally, he understood.It's not about Chicago anymore, or his role as a police officer or lawyer to bring justice to the families of hit-and-run victims.He was a Marine who was dragged into a den of militants.He had never encountered such danger before.