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However, Neal's order came too late. A few guys smashed through second-floor windows of Korean restaurant and jumped, landing perfectly on roof of white van.
They popped back doors open and piled inside.
Driver instantly slammed gas pedal, accelerating hard and smashing through trash cans and debris in alley before blasting out other end.
"Dammit! Mount up and stop that white van! And call in for backup!"
Neal felt like tonight's situation was spiraling out of control, from LAPD interfering to purple Dodge Viper showing up, and now this bizarre white van.
Everything was rapidly careening in a highly weird direction.
This made Neal even more intensely curious about what exactly went down on second floor of Korean restaurant.
FBI split into two teams. One group piled into Chevrolet Suburbans to chase white van, while other group followed Neal up to second floor of Korean restaurant.
Neal quickly encountered a massive pile of bodies.
Spread across three private rooms, there were roughly forty bodies total. Initial assessment indicated they were all gunned down.
"These guys... looks like they're all Bonanno family!"
Neal's expression looked incredibly grim. He absolutely never expected Lawson's intel would trigger such a massive disaster.
Even in America, where shootings happen every single day, forty people gunned down at once is an absolute major case.
If handled poorly, Neal could easily end up taking fall for this entirely.
Furious, Neal grabbed Johnny Tran by collar and yanked him close.
"What the hell happened here? Why are there so many dead bodies in your restaurant?"
"I don't know! I went out for a walk for an hour and just got back. I don't know anything!"
"Bullshit you don't know! You definitely know!"
Neal was 100% certain this Asian guy was a key player in this massacre.
"You can't treat me like this! I want my lawyer!"
"Fine, who's your lawyer? I'll have him come down here right now and take a look!"
"Saul Goodman."
Neal's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. His neck turned completely red, looking like he had a few F-bombs loaded up but swallowed them down.
Saul Goodman was a highly notorious lawyer on West Coast. Despite his last name being Goodman, he was an absolute shark.
Guy specialized in defending rich elites, mobsters, and hardened criminals. He was infamous for doing whatever it took to win.
He mastered using fraud, manipulation, and perjury to win cases, yet nobody could ever pin anything on him.
One of Neal's colleagues had been completely ruined by Saul Goodman, so hearing name instantly triggered some highly unpleasant reactions.
This perfectly proved tonight's incident was a completely orchestrated conspiracy. Mastermind behind it had prepped for everything, and Neal and FBI had just blindly stumbled into their maze.
Even if Neal knew for a fact Johnny Tran was dirty, it didn't matter. He had to follow protocol.
Even if that protocol allowed countless criminals to escape justice, he still had to follow it.
Then again, without that system in place, there would be countless wrongful convictions.
There's simply no perfect system in this world.
Neal desperately tried to rein in his emotions. If he roughed up Johnny Tran right now, Saul Goodman would absolutely exploit it during trial.
So Neal could only drop one vicious line.
"Take this scumbag into custody, then process scene!"
In a corner, an LAPD officer casually picked up a voice recorder and slipped it into his pocket.
Meanwhile, white van had executed some wildly aggressive maneuvers and successfully shaken off pursuing Chevrolet Suburbans.
Suburbans were just way too bulky, and FBI agents' driving skills couldn't even compare to white van's driver.
White van driver had balls to drift into an alley without braking; FBI agents definitely wouldn't risk that, making their escape inevitable.
After confirming they were clear, white van slowly pulled into an isolated spot. Driver got out and opened back.
"Dominic, we're safe. For now!"
Hearing that voice, guys inside van were completely shocked.
"Lawson, it's you? Then what about purple Dodge Viper?"
"Brian's driving it. I told him to lure LAPD away."
This wasn't Lawson's original plan. He switched things up partly because this whole job felt incredibly weird from start to finish, and partly because he didn't fully trust Brian's wheel skills.
Brian's driving was definitely solid, but using a mid-sized van to shake off FBI pursuit was pushing it.
If FBI caught them, Bonus Objective 1 for Family job would completely fail.
Compared to that, driving Dodge Viper to lose LAPD was significantly easier. Lawson had tuned that Viper to be highly aggressive. As long as Brian didn't do anything stupid, he'd be fine.
Inside purple Dodge Viper, Brian was coughing while driving with intense excitement.
Cough was from freezing inside refrigerated truck for an hour earlier that night. Even though he was a healthy young guy, catching a cold was inevitable.
As for excitement...
Lawson's purple Dodge Viper was absolutely most powerful car Brian had ever driven. What guy wouldn't get insanely hyped driving a beast like this?
Only issue was dashboard and center console had tons of weird buttons that Brian violently wanted to press.
"Shame Lawson said don't touch buttons, otherwise I'd definitely test them out!"
Brian kept coughing while his mind wandered. Reality was, his cold was rapidly worsening, destroying his focus.
And driving while distracted was highly dangerous.
A police cruiser suddenly pulled out up ahead, blocking Viper's path.
Normally, Brian would have easily reacted in time. But thanks to cold, his reaction speed was massively delayed.
He cranked steering wheel way too hard, sending Dodge Viper crashing straight into a telephone pole.
Telephone pole kill count +1!
Even with his seatbelt on, Brian's head slammed violently into steering wheel.
Moments later, several cruisers surrounded purple Dodge Viper, and a completely dazed Brian was dragged out of car.
As scarf was ripped from his face, Brian heard a muffled voice.
"Brian O'Conner, what the hell are you doing here!"
Right after that, Brian completely blacked out.
Meanwhile, Lawson was currently convincing Dominic to run.
"Dominic, you guys need to lay low for a while. I guarantee your arrest warrants will drop by morning."
"Why? We literally didn't do anything! We just rescued Mia!"
Dominic looked highly confused.
Lawson shook his head helplessly. He knew since Francis Ricci pulled trigger on this, he was definitely going to pin whole thing on them.
"Dominic, it's not that simple!"