Chapter 299 Empty the Magazine
"What's going on?" The broken door was opened, and a guy with acne on his face and as thin as a skeleton appeared staggeringly at the door.
“We’re looking for Chip Hansen, is he here?” The old sheriff looked at the emaciated poisonous insect in front of him with an unkind expression.
The poisonous insect's eyes were blurred, and the two people looked at them without saying a word. They didn't even notice Jack who was not far away. It took a long time to focus their eyes.
"I don't know, man." He replied vaguely, making people feel that he might not have listened carefully to the question until he spotted Jane next to the old sheriff.
"Who is your Fake?" Du Chong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked up and down at the girl with an extremely silver-evil look.
Jane cursed unceremoniously, "I'm the FBI, idiot, are you Sam?"
"No." The guy stared at Jane blankly, a little distracted, not knowing. What kind of fantasy have you fallen into?
“Are you too high again, Sam?” The old police chief felt a pain in his head, “How many times have I arrested you and sent you to jail?”
“Ah, it’s you. "Ah, Sheriff, what's wrong?" Poisonous Sam suddenly seemed to have just recognized the person.
"Do you remember where your brother is?" the old sheriff asked.
Poisonous Sam looked up at the sky, seeming to be thinking hard. It took him a long time to wake up from a dream.
"He is in jail, you caught him."
"What? He has not been paroled?" The old police chief smiled and turned back to Jane and said, "Wow, you Look, the local justice system works pretty well."
"Well, that reminds me that my parole officer asked me to bring you something."
Sam, the poisonous insect, said as he searched for his body and muttered as he looked for it, "Oh, I found it. It's right here."
Before the old sheriff could react, Jane was already alert, "Wait a minute. , let me see your hands, let me see"
On the other side, Jack had already pulled out the Glock, but saw a burst of spray shooting out from Sam's waist, blowing away the man standing in front of him. The old sheriff and Jane were at each other's throats.
“Ah”
The two of them were sprayed with pepper spray and screamed repeatedly. On the other side, Jack saw the guy fleeing back into the house, but he put away his pistol and grabbed it from the ground. He picked up two balls of clean snow, held back his laughter, and quickly came to the two of them.
"Ah Fake cough"
The two of them coughed desperately, bending over and kneeling in the snow, coughing until they were out of breath.
"Don't open your eyes." Jack supported the old sheriff who was nearest him and rubbed the snowball in his hand on his face to help him relieve the pain.
"Help me." Jane next to her, with a face full of snot and tears, pulled Jack's arm hard, like a fish that was thrown ashore and lacked oxygen.
Someone did not treat her with compassion. The pain would last longer and the lessons would be remembered longer.
Also sending a snowball to wipe his face, Jack took Jane's pistol from her hand and said, "Stay here, wait until I come out." Slowly following the stumbling footsteps, he passed through a living room and came to the corridor behind the room.
He could clearly hear the poisonous Sam escaping into the innermost room, rummaging through the boxes, followed by a clear sound of a gun being loaded. Jack stood at one end of the corridor and did not move forward. He glanced around, stretched out his foot to hook an empty wine bottle lying on the wall, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
The empty wine bottles rolled into the middle of the corridor, making a series of noises. Sam the poisonous insect suddenly jumped out of the room, and shot the shotgun in his hand at the location where the noise was made, and then I was shocked to find that there was nothing there.
Before he could look up to the end of the corridor,
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jack emptied the magazine at him without any hesitation, without bullying anyone at all. The guilty feeling of being mentally retarded as the brain has almost been completely eroded by the drug.
The gunshots continued. Jack fired while advancing. After finishing 15 rounds of bullets, he also walked up to the poisonous Sam.
With a "click", the Glock 22 in his hand heard the sound of an empty magazine hanging up. Jack pressed the magazine latch, and the empty magazine slipped into the palm of his left hand. At the same time, a new 15-round magazine Stuffed in.
There was another "click", and with the thumb flicking the release button, the sleeve was reset, and the operation brought by the master's skills was so silky smooth.
This is the first time that Jack has seen such a tenacious "creature". After receiving 15 rounds of .40IN pistol bullets with his body, he was still breathing.
Poisonous Sam fell at the end of the corridor, looking at Jack with blank eyes, with confusion in his eyes, as if he still didn't understand where the guy in front of him came from.
Jack stretched out his foot and kicked away the shotgun that fell beside him. Safety came first. This kind of "elixir" thing cannot be treated with common sense. I heard that there are still people who have been shot more than ten times and are still alive. A high-level "zombie" who can also "charge" at the police.
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from behind, and the swaying old police chief and Jane walked in, supporting each other. Their eyes were red and swollen, and their noses were still running.
"Cory caught two other guys at the back door, let's go." The old sheriff greeted.
"This guy is still alive, we have to call an ambulance." Jane looked at Sam, the poisonous insect who was still breathing, with a confused expression.
"This is a reservation, and the ambulance is an hour's drive away from here." The old police chief stepped forward and looked at it expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a pile of non-burnable garbage.
Jack returned the Glock 22 in his hand to Jane, and praised it hypocritically, "Good marksmanship, Agent Banner."
Jian glared at him fiercely, and took it from himself He carried a gun, wiped the fingerprints on it with his gloves, and stuffed it back into his holster.
This head must be counted as Jane's. Jack cannot appear in the police report for the time being, otherwise he is likely to be recalled to Los Angeles and face questioning from above.
Although there will be no big trouble, subsequent investigation work will not be carried out.
The old sheriff pretended not to see anything and walked directly to the back door. At the same time, Sam, the poisonous insect lying on the ground, swallowed the last bite after a few whooshes. tone.
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"Are you okay?" Corey Lambert lazily leaned against the back door, holding a Smith & Wesson M686 revolver in his hand.
In the snow in front of him, two young men were kneeling, shivering from the cold.
"It's okay." Jane waved her hand and wiped the underside of her nose with her sleeve. Anyway, her image was almost ruined. As long as she wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.
"This thin guy is the boy from the Hansen family." Corey pointed to the guy kneeling on the right and put away the revolver.
Jack looked at the unruly little bastard in front of him. He was almost useless.
Obviously he is a young man who is less than 18 years old, but judging from his appearance, some would believe that he is 35 years old. Compared with the poisonous Sam before, he can only be said to be barely more human-like.
(End of this chapter)