Chapter 65: Fury
"Command Center, this is the 7-A-26 police car escorting the CDC ambulance to Mission Memorial Hospital, heading east on Grand Avenue South, requesting a clear path."
Jack sounded the siren while calling the command center on the walkie-talkie. His police car took the lead, John followed, and closely followed them was the ambulance.
A reply came quickly from the command center: "Received 7-A-26, highway police are coming to support."
Under the escort of two police cars, the CDC ambulance I ran the entire distance at an average speed of almost 120 kilometers per hour and arrived at the door of the mission hospital in only 8 minutes.
"Hey, can you come over and help?"
John shouted to the medical staff in the hospital's emergency channel.
Jack got out of the car and walked quickly around to the back of the ambulance. He was reaching out to open the back door to see if he could take the opportunity to touch Tim. Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, and at the same time he heard John's nervous and deformed cry. .
“There’s a gunman!”
Before Jack turned around, he heard gunfire from behind. A hail of bullets grazed his shoulder and hit the back door of the ambulance, leaving a row of Bullet holes.
Damn it, today is not over, right? Jack, who was already a little emotional, turned around and looked back. He saw a Caucasian woman holding an M4 carbine, using the stone pillar on the right side of the hospital's main entrance as a base. bunker, shooting at the ambulance and two police cars.
John, Nila and Angela reacted very quickly, relying directly on the police car to fight back with Glocks. Stone chips flew across the opposite side, and the female gunman had to retract her body behind the stone pillar.
"Fakeyu, my cousin!"
Jack was annoyed to find that the two medical staff who had just trotted out of the emergency exit fell in a pool of blood. The thin layer on the back door of the ambulance The iron sheet certainly can't hold 5.56 standard rifle ammunition, and the person inside doesn't know whether it's life or death.
He pulled out the Glock from his waist with his left hand, and took out the Python revolver from the holster under his arm with his right hand. He pointed both hands in the direction of the female shooter, and walked towards the stone pillar where she was hiding without hesitation.
Lucy got out of the side door of the ambulance, and was just blocked by Jack's gun line, so she quickly shouted a warning.
"Jack, I'm behind you."
Jack ignored him and continued to stride forward.
"Come out! Your accomplice was beaten to death by me on the bus. If you want to avenge him, come out."
You know with your butt that this female gunman is probably what she is today. The two terrorist associates just didn't know why they were not directly involved in the terrorist attack.
Now that she appears here, she either wants to rescue the accomplice who was sent here before, or she comes to seek revenge from the police, or maybe even both.
"Jack, what are you going to do, be careful!"
When John and the three saw Jack approaching their shooting range, they all stopped firing. Their original shooting angle was not good, and the suspect was serving as a cover. Behind the stone pillar is the interior of the hospital, which is separated by a glass curtain wall. If you are not careful, stray bullets may accidentally injure civilians in the hospital.
Jack was very fast and arrived in front of the stone pillar in a few steps. The female gunner heard John and the others' shouts and the approaching footsteps and realized something was wrong. She turned sideways and wanted to point the M4's muzzle at him. Immediately, he was forced to hide back by the rapid firepower from his left and right bows.
Throwing away the two empty pistols, Jack stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun that the female shooter had no time to retract, and pulled her out from behind the stone pillar with a strong force.
The hot barrel of the gun burned his left hand, and the severe pain further stimulated Jack's nerves. He lowered his head and hit the opponent with a fierce headbutt, which made his face red. Then he took the opponent's right hand, which was still holding the M4, and twisted it hard. Dislocating her wrist joint.
The M4 fell to the ground. Jack had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed her collar and hit her with the head several times until she collapsed to the ground. "CNM, attack civilians, bastards, beasts, sons of bitches, children of the beach."
John and Angela stepped forward and hugged Jack's two legs tightly. Arm, they never thought that this guy with a smile on his face every day could have such an out-of-control side, and they were worried that he would lose his mind and continue to attack the unconscious suspect.
"She's fine. If I really wanted her to die just now, I would have crushed her Adam's apple cartilage with the first blow."
Jack waved his hands to indicate that he was okay. He saw Nila Harper handcuffing the female shooter, and then he turned back to the ambulance and saw Tim standing at the back door with a gun in his hand and a look in his eyes. Looking this way blankly.
Jack wiped the blood from his forehead. He only had a little broken skin. It seemed that the improvement in physical attributes had indeed greatly increased the strength of his bones. Most of the blood came from the female gunman, which basically disfigured him.
"Are you crazy? You will get yourself into trouble."
Angela glanced at the patients and medical staff pouring out of the hospital uneasily. When few people saw that it was safe, they all took pictures with their mobile phones.
Although terrorists have no human rights in a beautiful country, in public, who knows whether they will be maliciously edited and posted online with titles such as "LAPD treats female suspects maliciously".
How can Jack think about this now? Of course he would not be so impulsive as an ordinary suspect, but this is a hospital. If the female gunman completely ignores her own life and death, turns the muzzle of the gun, and shoots at the interior of the hospital behind the glass curtain wall, God knows how many people will die. people.
Besides, the public opinion environment in this world is not as disgusting as in the previous life. At least the LAPD's public relations department is relatively powerful.
He kicked the M4 on the ground. There were two 30-round high-capacity magazines inserted in it, wrapped with tape.
Nila Harper pulled the female shooter from the ground who was vomiting due to a severe concussion, pulled out three more parallel magazines from her lower waist, and threw them on the ground.
"Jack did the right thing. I think she didn't come to save her companions, but to cause massacre. She was just lucky enough to meet us."
Tim, who was still a little pale, walked closer and saw the magazines connected in parallel with tape. He nodded and said, "Yes, they should have received special military training. These are soldiers who have been on the battlefield. In order to facilitate quick replacement, The common way to play."
Jack looked at him and asked: "Are you okay? Is there anyone injured in the ambulance?"
Tim shook his head: "Dr. Morgan suffered a little scratch, the others are fine."
The police came to support at this time. Superintendent Gray, who arrived late and looked ashen-faced, got out of the car and grabbed a DHS agent and started yelling.
Everyone on the side listened to the general idea that DHS should have obtained the information when investigating the first deceased and knew that the female shooter might exist, but the information was not fully shared with the LAPD, or even Even the FBI hid it.
Everyone looked at DHS with unkind eyes. Although they might not have guessed that the DHS would attack the hospital after knowing this information, at this time, was there anyone better than them to take the blame?
After all, the contradiction between the federal police system and the state police system is actually quite serious. It is not that DHS or the FBI can completely crush the local police as the public thinks.
Anyway, judging from this terrorist attack case, the Wilshire Division of the LAPD won the MVP award. The CDC and the FBI should also get a lot of credit. If someone eats meat, someone must eat it. Taking the blame and risking their lives on the front lines, police officers must have someone to vent their grievances to, and DHS must take the blame honestly.
Of course, the game will be played by the big guys above. It has nothing to do with the patrolmen. Everyone can just wait for promotion and salary increase. I guess John and Lucy will soon be able to get rid of their rookie status. Well, you can also get a medal.
(End of this chapter)