Chapter 746 Beauty Saves the Hero
As soon as the Dodge Hellcat turned the last intersection, Jack heard two gunshots almost in no particular order. One of them was very loud and familiar. It was undoubtedly Danny's gun. The old Smith & Wesson M39.
The other sound was much weaker, almost completely covered by the noisy ambient sound on the street. If it weren't for someone's superhuman five senses, it would be almost impossible to distinguish it.
Two more gunshots came next, and this time the gunshot was more familiar to Jack, because it was the gunshot of the Glock 22, the most commonly used sidearm by FBI agents.
Rosie, who almost vomited because Jack kept changing lanes quickly, ignored the car door handle and pointed at an alley not far away and shouted, "Jack! They are there!"
At the same time, Emily's nervous shouting came from the radio, "Officer down! Officer down! West of the corner park!"
"Squeak!" as Jack stepped down hard. Braking, Rossi in the passenger seat loosened his seat belt almost at the same time, opened the door and pulled out his own pistol.
"Hey! Don't worry!" Jack quickly got out of the car, fearing that the old guy would rush up and make a fuss.
"Danny! Danny! Hold on!" At the entrance of the alley, Danny fell to the ground and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Emily was panicking and trying to untie his body armor to find the bleeding point.
Jack surpassed Rosie like a whirlwind, rushed to the two of them in a standard sliding tackle position, grabbed Danny's arm, and activated the healing technique
The next moment, he let go of the guy's arm with some confusion. His whole body was intact, except for a little kidney deficiency, which seemed to be fine.
With a "stab", Jack pulled open the body armor that Emily had not pulled off for a long time, and a slightly deformed .22 bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"He's fine, the bullet didn't penetrate the body armor." After hearing what Jack said and seeing the bullet head with her own eyes, Emily breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground without any image.
"Cough cough cough" Danny, who was originally unconscious, was lightly poked in the ribs by Jack and coughed violently. He quickly regained consciousness, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone. That look of disdain.
“You should stay up less late, especially drink less coffee. The impact of a .22 bullet hitting the body armor can make you coma. No wonder Linda and you A 'wild night' can give you chills. ”
Danny touched his chest subconsciously, with a lingering fear in his expression. It took him a long time to remember to retort to Jack, "Nonsense, Linda has always been satisfied with my performance."
"The suspect is dead. , but where is his gun?" At this time Rossi came back from a body lying in the middle of the alley.
Emily took out a Ruger LCP pocket pistol from her pocket, "Here I am, I made sure he fell to the ground and took away his gun."
Jack took it. This little toy-like gadget shook in his hand and sighed. No wonder these guys have been successful in committing murders on the street so many times.
The total weight of this gun with six full rounds may be less than 300 grams, and its length is even less than the palm of a normal adult. It is almost impossible to be discovered when it is in a pocket.
Jack first pulled Emily up from the ground, and the two of them worked together to lift Danny up from the ground, and then they walked to the body together.
This is a young black man who looks like he has just grown up, maybe even less than 20 years old. He has a mustache on his chin, lying on his back on the ground, his blank eyes staring at the boss. Sky.
There were three bullet holes in the front of the body, one in the left shoulder and two in the chest.
"What happened?" Rossi looked at the place where Danny fell to the ground in the alley, and then at the position of the body. He felt a little confused. The huge trash can was three or four meters behind the body. position, but the suspect fell in front of the trash can.
According to common sense, whether it is a desperate counterattack out of helplessness or a plan to fight back against the pursuer, a normal person's choice is to subconsciously find a bunker first, such as the nearby trash can. "I don't know, this guy is simply committing suicide. After we heard the announcement on the radio, we approached here. When the guy saw us, he went directly into the alley. When I chased him to the entrance of the alley, he Standing there like that with a gun pointed at me.”
Danny frowned and tried to think and remember, "He ran very fast. He could have escaped from the alley before we caught up with him, but he stopped and stood upright like this. He was standing there, as if he was waiting for me. "
"What was his behavior at that time? Panic, breathless, or like he was on drugs?" Jack tried to remember for him.
Danny looked like you were teasing me, "How could I observe his expression at that time? I arrived at the entrance of the alley first, and when I found him pointing a gun at me, I fired immediately. The gun was fired. In fact, we shot almost at the same time, and then I lost consciousness."
However, Emily's answer instantly hit a senior police detective in the face, "The other person looked very nervous at the time. Calm and steady, Detective Regan hit him in the shoulder, but he just shook before continuing to point the gun at me.
I shot him twice before he fell. If I had to describe his expression, I would use the word martyr. "
Danny looked at Emily with his mouth half open, the expression on his face was wonderful, "How did you do that? ”
The female FBI in front of him clearly looked more panicked than him. Her hands were still shaking after the shooting, but she could observe so many details in an instant.
“These are all basic skills for a behavior analyst. "Jack explained casually, put on gloves and started to check the body, but found nothing.
This guy didn't even have a small piece of paper in his pocket, let alone identification. The clothes on his body looked like they were on the street. Those popular items that can be found in second-hand clothing stores
"Well, since this guy is dead, he won't tell us any clues. I bet we may have to spend a lot of effort to find out his identity, and we will find nothing in the end." There was something in Rossi's words.
At this time, the sirens outside the alley gradually became closer and closer, and Garcia's panicked call came from the earphones again. Only then did Jack remember that he had forgotten to tell her that she was safe.
Ten minutes later, both sides of the alley were cordoned off. The ambulance, which had made a wasted trip, stopped at the entrance of the alley and flashed its lights in vain, telling passers-by that a murder had occurred here.
Hotchner hurried over with the rest of the people, and was relieved to see that everyone was safe.
"The marksmanship is good, one shot in the lungs and one in the heart. It seems that you are all obedient and practicing your marksmanship when I am away."
Jack smiled and handed Emily, who was still a little pale, to Jiejie's care, and then looked meaningfully at a certain NYPD detective whose face was red with poor marksmanship.
"But I also killed our only clue." Emily looked a little regretful.
Jack's smile disappeared immediately, and he even glared at her viciously, "Stop your idiotic thoughts and always remember my words. Before the opponent falls to the ground, never stop unless you empty the magazine. Pull your trigger."
"No, I mean, uh, like I said before, it was like this guy was committing suicide with our hands, with that look on his face."
Emily wanted to continue explaining, but was interrupted by Rossi, "We'll talk about it when we get back, Emily."
(End of this chapter)