Chapter 62 Accidents
Jack raised the speed of the car to 120 kilometers per hour. In his previous life, he had watched many US police PIT videos at Station B, especially the Arkansas State Police series, which was the most exciting. But now It would be less pleasant to replace the person involved with yourself.
Now it’s not just about overturning the opponent. If you really want to overturn the opponent and cause the virus to leak, you can’t touch everyone present to perform the healing technique.
Fortunately, the other driver was not an experienced driver and showed no signs of defensive driving. The road leading to the airport in front of him was also very dilapidated and the speed could not be increased at all. The previous speed had been maintained at an hour per hour. About 80 to 90 kilometers.
Maybe because the airport has been blocked, there are fewer and fewer vehicles on this dilapidated road. Jack feels that the time is right. Seeing that the front of the police car is parallel to the middle and rear of the blue BMW, the steering wheel in his hand is turned to the right With a slight push, it hit the rear wheel on the left side of the BMW.
The blue BMW suddenly lost control. The front of the car turned to the left, but the rear half of the car was caught by Jack's head, and it slid to the right uncontrollably. The driver in the car, under conditioned reflex, stepped on the brakes in panic, and the tires and the ground made sharp sounds. After making a long braking mark, the car stopped horizontally less than 5 meters away from the traffic light at the intersection ahead.
When Jack succeeded in the PIT, he stepped on the brakes and kept a distance of about ten meters from the out-of-control BMW. The fact that the other party did not shoot during the chase did not mean that there was no automatic weapon. After all, terrorists are not street fighters. If you are a little thief who dares to plan a terrorist attack, it makes sense to prepare some automatic weapons.
The only police car following behind now is John and his team. It will take at least two or three minutes for the others to arrive. The two people in the other car have an AK or something, and the two police cars have four. Glock may not be able to suppress it.
As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come. Jack and Angela got out of the car. Just as they relied on the two front doors with reinforced steel plates to establish defense and prepare to shout, they saw an AR sticking out of the driver's window on the opposite side. -556, started shooting at them.
A terrorist also got out of the passenger seat, carrying a travel bag containing the virus and holding a Scorpion submachine gun. He directly stopped John's police car.
For a moment, the empty street became a battlefield filled with bullets. Both Jack and Angela only carried pistols. They didn't dare to expect that the two so-called bulletproof car doors could block the rifle bullets. They rolled and crawled to the back of the car and fled to the back of the car. Wesley here is caught in the middle.
“I think we need to install a gun rack between the driver’s seats.”
Jack opened the trunk with some annoyance, winced and took out an AR15 and two ammunition from it Throw the box to Angela.
Angela was inserting ceramic plates into her body armor and took the rifle. Seeing that Jack was also ready, the two of them pressed down the trunk lid at the same time. The two AR15s started to fire in turns in tacit understanding, immediately shooting the opposite person. The terrorists were beaten so hard that they fled and hid behind the engine compartment of the car, not daring to show their heads.
Wesley, who was squatting between the two of them, was screamed by the bullet casings that popped out of the AR15 ejection port. The impatient Angela held his head and pulled him behind him.
Soon, John and Nila also took out their rifles. Now the offensive and defensive situation changed. A group of police cars from the Wilshire Division behind them also rushed over. They saw that the two terrorists had no choice but to capture them.
An unfortunate thing happened with a small probability. A bus was coming from the right intersection to the left. The Shabi bus driver was shaking his head and listening to music. When he passed the intersection and realized that something was wrong, it was too late to apply the brakes. He parked the bus directly behind the BMW that was crossing the street.
"Ceasefire, ceasefire."
In fact, there was no need for Superintendent Gray, who had just arrived, to give an order. All the police officers present stopped shooting, and the bus just stopped in the police shooting range. Inside, directly behind the two terrorists.
The passengers in the car were looking out the window on the left with horrified expressions. Less than 20 meters away, a dozen police officers from the Wilshire Division who had just arrived were pointing at each other with various types of rifles. them.
"What the hell"
Jack had just put on the second magazine. When he looked up, he was confused. He was planning to use the low-light red dot sight to shoot a headshot. He had already noticed the horror of the police's rat-defying weapon. The molecule changed the magazine and the AR-556 fired again. Then a group of policemen could only watch helplessly as the terrorist carrying a travel bag, under the cover of his accomplices, threatened the Shabi bus driver with a gun, opened the door, and jumped onto the bus.
Another terrorist finished scanning a magazine, threw away the AR-556 in his hand, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired a few more rounds, then fled away. Disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.
“We are in big trouble.”
Jack muttered, reopened the trunk of the car, took out two towels, wetted them with mineral water, and threw one to Angela.
In the eyes of others, this may be a psychological comfort, but if you are really infected, how can you explain that the two of them are not infected and can just put it on these two towels? The CDC guys believe it or not.
"I attract attention. You shoot at the right time. Be sure to kill with one shot."
Jack turned around and whispered to Angela. He was quite confident in the eldest sister's shooting skills.
“Angela, it’s too dangerous.”
Wesley, who had been held down by his girlfriend just now, was a little worried and couldn't help but speak.
Angela’s expression was also a little tangled. An ordinary patrol officer might really hesitate. After all, it’s less than 10,000 yuan a month, so why risk your life? There is already a Tim in the precinct whose life or death is uncertain.
But after all, she is one of the protagonists, and her sense of responsibility is much higher than that of ordinary police officers. Besides, she will soon become an official police detective. New police officers like Jack are rushing to the front, so she cannot be a partner. Leave him behind.
“It’s my duty.” She replied angrily to her boyfriend, and Angela followed.
Jack is not too worried. The opponent's Scorpion has never seen the magazine changed. There should be only a few rounds in it. The power of the 7.65 caliber pistol bullet is just that, just like the one in the car. It is very similar to the casual shooting skills of the African black uncle, but the possibility of accidentally injuring passengers is higher.
The body armor he currently wears with ceramic plates inserted into it can withstand a few rounds without any problem. As long as he doesn't hit his head, there's no need to worry. It doesn't matter whether it's a big head or a small head.
With this thought in mind, Jack put the AR15 on his back, pulled out the Glock again, pulled out the magazine and checked it, and then boarded the bus carefully.
At the same time, some colleagues from the Wilshire Division followed John and Nila on foot to hunt down another terrorist. Others drove police cars and surrounded the bus.
Angela, who was following Jack, suddenly seemed to think of something. She pulled Jack down and told him to stop where he was. She ran to Superintendent Gray and whispered, "Nod" to the black-faced Superintendent. Head, indicating understanding.
When Angela returned to Jack, Jack continued to act and made a Viet Cong probe from the steps up. The terrorists in the car were indeed fooled and fired several rounds directly in the direction of the front of the car. I heard the clicking sound of empty warehouse hanging up.
(End of this chapter)