Chapter 63: Stay Alive
The passengers in the bus hugged their heads and huddled in their seats, screaming one after another. The Shabi driver in the cab opened the driver's door howling like a ghost, using all his limbs. Rolling and crawling.
Jack resisted the urge to shoot this idiot and watched him being pinned to the ground by his colleagues. He was still trying to struggle. A stun gun was stabbed directly into his waist. He was shaking like a Parkinson's patient. , my mood suddenly improved a lot.
He was not the only one who was unhappy with this guy. All the patrol policemen around him, including the black-faced superintendent, were furious. They were about to take down the two terrorists, but because of Shabi, Not only did he run away, but he also dragged the entire car of passengers into the water.
Jack poked his head again. A passenger was shot in the shoulder. He fell on the seat in front of him and groaned in pain. An empty Scorpion was thrown into the aisle at the back of the car. The terrorist Hiding behind the seat, holding a spray can high in his hand.
Jack stepped forward and drove the injured and several passengers sitting in the front compartment out of the car, leaving Angela with a shooting range. Then he stood up straight, aimed the gun at the opposite side, and spoke loudly to attract the other party's attention.
While Jack was consciously blocking the terrorist's view of the front of the car, Angela secretly set up the AR15 on the railing of the front door entrance and firmly put the opponent's head into the scope.
"Hey, buddy, don't do anything stupid, let's talk."
Jack raised his right hand holding the gun and hid his left hand holding a wet towel behind his back.
“Let me go, otherwise everyone in the car will be infected with the virus.”
The terrorists huddled as hard as they could behind the seats, using the passengers in front of them as cover.
While he was not paying attention, Jack took a quick look at Angela behind him. Angela shook her head and said that the other party was too well hidden and had no shooting window.
At this time, everything outside the car was quiet. There were only screams from the passengers inside the car. The police lights that could have blinded people's eyes were all turned off. This was Superintendent Gray directing his colleagues around him. Try your best to create a more suitable sniping environment for Angela.
Jack had no choice but to continue talking. The front of the bus was high and the back was low. His shooting position was not much better than Angela's, but he didn't dare to get closer. This was a quasi-sealed environment. Once the other party presses the sprayer, the high-concentration virus stock solution can instantly contaminate the entire carriage.
“Don’t be stupid, you don’t want to die, right? Just put down what you are holding, your action has failed, why risk your life.”
"How about this, I put down the gun to ensure your safety, and you just let me put on the handcuffs, and I will try my best to put in a good word for you in front of the judge?"
Jack walked forward while speaking. He took two steps, his pupils tightened, and he tried hard to pretend that he didn't notice that the other party had a pistol hidden.
In fact, his right hand holding the gun was raised high. It seemed that the muzzle was pointing upward. His index finger had already lightly touched the trigger. His left hand behind his back shook off the wet towel and at the same time released it to Angela. The signal to get ready.
Under high emotional stress, terrorists have limited thinking ability. As long as the other party sees themselves as the only threat and chooses to shoot themselves instead of releasing the virus, they will have a chance.
Sure enough, with a roar of "Ah", the terrorist stood up and pointed his pistol at the policeman in front of him. Jack quickly turned his body sideways and let Angela get out of the way. , the right hand holding the Glock quickly lowered it and pulled the trigger.
There was a gunshot and two bullets. The bullet fired from the Glock in Jack's hand hit the opponent's forehead, shattering the opponent's brain and leaving it in the skull.
The bullet fired from Angela's AR15 continued unabated. It entered the terrorist's nose, exited from the back of the head, and penetrated into the roof of the bus. The shattered bone fragments and The red and white stuff splashed all over a white woman sitting in the back seat. The latter raised her head blankly and then let out a heart-rending scream.
Ignoring the burning feeling on his left shoulder, Jack took two steps forward, threw the spread wet towel on the spray bottle next to the body with a flick of his hand.
"It's safe, everyone get out of the car, go quickly, hurry up!!!"
Angela opened the rear door from the front driver's seat, drove the passengers out of the car, and walked towards Jack.
Jack put the Glock back into the holster, wiped his left shoulder with his right hand, and turned to ask her in confusion.
"Did you hit me just now?" "It just scratched the edge a little."
Angela smiled evilly, with a crooked mouth that looked like a dragon king the wind.
“160 dollars, charge it to your account.”
Jack tugged at the many holes in his uniform, feeling a little distressed.
"7-L-20, mark my location, no need to follow up. The suspect has been killed."
Superintendent Gray outside the car breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the walkie-talkie and called the command center Report, and then continue to ask.
"Harper, have you and John tracked down the escaped suspect?"
There was no reply on the intercom. After dozens of seconds of silence, John's deliberately lowered voice came from the intercom. .
"Command center, suspected contact with the suspect, 5824 Elkin Road, checking the backyard."
A few minutes later, Zoe's voice also came from the intercom.
"The FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) has given permission for police helicopters to enter the airspace of LA International Airport to assist you in the search,"
"We are going to help."
Feel free to use bandages After wrapping his arms a few times, Jack put on his uniform again. He was too lazy to comfort a group of shocked passengers and tried to restart the police car. The engine seemed to have not been shot, so it was not a big problem.
Wesley got into the back seat without saying a word. It seemed that he had made up his mind to follow to the end today.
After turning two corners and driving less than two kilometers, Jack stopped the car at the location where John reported, turned on the searchlight installed on the left side of the windshield, and pointed it at where John and Nila Harper were. location.
The two of them cornered the suspect in a dilapidated wooden shed in someone's backyard. This was built by many old Americans and was often used to store sundries and tools.
Instructing Wesley to carry it in the car honestly, Angela and Jack got out of the car, found an old washing machine that looked relatively sturdy as a cover, and mounted the AR15 on it.
Nila was shouting into the tool room.
"Hey, people inside, did you hear the siren? We have more and more colleagues coming in for reinforcements, and there are hundreds more on the way. You are the only one."
She hasn't said anything yet. After that, several gunshots were heard from inside, making her shrink back in fright.
Jack suppressed his laughter and turned to look at John. This kind of thing should still be done by professionals. The opponent has been surrounded. If they want to catch him alive, the LAPD should be more competitive when competing for credit. It's beneficial.
Whether it is DHS or the FBI, they have been huddled in the back and commanding remotely for a day. No matter who hands the suspect in the end, if they want to take the person away from the Wilshire branch, they must always turn to the police. I owe them a favor.
(End of this chapter)