Chapter 1018 Police Station No. 13
"Since you regard him as a vacation, then I will go to Detroit with you. I just have a few days left in my vacation." Jack had just said these words. , which can’t help but make other people look at him.
"Really?" John looked overjoyed, but then he came to his senses and shook his head quickly, "Forget it, don't delay your return to New York to celebrate the New Year with your friends just because of my little things."
“Our New Year’s Eve celebration has been cancelled. Hannah plans to stay indoors and play games for a whole week. Some people (Jiejie) want to spend the New Year with their parents, and others have their own plans. "
Jack spread his hands and said helplessly, "So I was freed, and I was just looking for a place to play for two days." Then he briefly talked about the unfortunate case that the wanted criminal team had just experienced.
"It does sound uncomfortable and frustrating." Nila Harper wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, picked up the wine glass under Jack's surprised gaze, and showed him the juice inside.
"It's all because of pregnancy hormones. I've been like this from time to time recently."
Jack followed her line of sight and looked down, then noticed her slightly bulging belly, "Aha , Congratulations on becoming a mother again.”
After this interruption, everyone started laughing again, and John also gave up the idea of trying to dissuade Jack from going with him under Tim’s low explanation.
After all, this is Detroit, a city that even "RoboCop" can't suppress. Although after decades of decline and eventual city bankruptcy, the local area is said to be gradually recovering.
However, the restored areas are limited to satellite towns around Detroit. Except for a small area in the core of the city center, less than half a mile from the General Motors Center, you can see grass and abandoned buildings. scene.
Everyone knew with his buttocks that a certain union chairman would never be kind enough to place John in an area with good security.
"So which branch is John going to?" Lucy curiously opened the electronic map on her phone.
“Precinct 13, one of the oldest police stations in Detroit, is currently planning to relocate. It will move to a new location after the New Year. Some veteran police officers are about to retire, and some police officers have been transferred. He went to other branches, so there was a bit of manpower shortage.”
Gray obviously did his homework as soon as he received the application.
"Police Station No. 13?" Lucy quickly found the target on the map, and then used Google Street View to check it, ".It seems like it's surrounded by a factory area?"
Angela Minato She glanced at her mobile phone and frowned, "Damn, this place looks like a ruin."
"That's why they are going to the new police station, the factory area there. It has completely declined, and it is very close to the most dangerous east side of Detroit, but the good news is that it has completely declined, so it is not that dangerous. It is said that coyotes have even appeared nearby. "
What Gray said. Everyone looked at each other in shock. Judging from the map, this place was considered an urban location. Large wild animals could be seen there. The degree of desolation in this city was evident.
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"I really think we should bring more guns." Jack showed an FN57 to the airport security. After he confirmed that the bullets were separated, he put it back into the special gun case and locked the combination lock.
This was the countless times he was waiting for the business jet Rossi had promised to the wanted criminal group. The procedure for taking a domestic flight with a gun was very troublesome, even if he was a federal agent. The procedure for bringing an extra spare gun on a plane is also extremely cumbersome.
The procedures for John, a LAPD officer who could only be considered a civilian outside of Los Angeles, to carry a gun on a plane were much more troublesome than John, a federal agent. He had to fill out several more forms. He raised his head and complained after hearing this. , "I really don't understand why you insist on me bringing my usual gun."
"Because someone told me, never trust a weapon that you haven't personally tested. Of course, if your marksmanship can Your driving skills are just as good, so just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Jack, the old driver, is more convinced of John’s driving skills, because he doesn’t use them at all, and his large vehicle driving skills are still at the entry level.
The extra Belgian-made FN57 that Jack carried, also known as the "Cop Killer," came from Chris's collection. He specially bought it from the secret arsenal underground at the Wolf Brothers Farm for this trip to Detroit.
Tim helped find a backdoor and entered the gun number into the system an hour before they arrived at the airport. Otherwise, even if Jack revealed his FBI identity, he would not be able to bring a black gun onto the plane. This semi-automatic pistol uses a strange 5.7×28 mm caliber pistol bullet. It has a magazine capacity of up to 20 rounds. Its small recoil seems to be very contradictory to its excellent armor-piercing performance.
In fact, the effect of FN57 when using ordinary civilian 5.7 mm pistol bullets is almost the same as that of 9 mm Parabem pistol bullets, and may even be slightly inferior due to its lighter weight. .
But in addition to the European guys who are particularly good at blowing, the military-grade SS190 ammunition, whether used on the FN57 or its big brother P90 submachine gun, has the absolute ability to target the soft body armor equipped by the police within the effective range. Penetrating ability and guaranteed considerable damage aftereffect.
This is the origin of the nickname FN57 "Cop Killer", and it is also the reason why Jack insists that his team members work hard to exercise, not to bother them when they go on missions, and insert an extra bulletproof plate in the front and back.
Although there are a lot of guns in the United States, and you can get a shot of scrap metal for a hundred bucks on the black market, the power of civilian bullets is mostly lackluster, at least in terms of armor-piercing ability. Like this.
LAPD patrol officers like John usually use ordinary soft body armor when they are out on the police. No one would deliberately stick two boards in the front and back and sit in a police car for a whole day. That's true. Covering up prickly heat.
But for the wanted criminal team that deals with a group of gangsters on a daily basis, whether it is rifle bullets used for long guns or military steel-core pistol bullets with special coatings, police soft There is not much difference between quality bulletproof vests and paper ones.
Although the sidearm is a Sig Sauer P320-XTen, which is more powerful than the FN57 and uses 10mm NATO bullets, considering that this time we are going to the danger with John, a guy who is no less troublesome than himself. of Detroit,
Jack, who didn't take the FK7.5 out this time, thought about it and got himself a backup gun just in case.
No words were spoken all the way. After more than 4 hours of flight, when Jack and John drove a rented Subaru SUV out of the Detroit Metropolitan Airport, they were greeted by falling snow.
"It seems that your union chairman is really taking great pains. Not only is his work extremely efficient, but he also specially picked a good day." Jack teased while looking at the navigation system to identify the road.
Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Before New Year's Eve, I was kicked out of the warm Los Angeles and came to the icy Detroit to enjoy the severe cold of more than 10 degrees below zero. Even John, who has always been optimistic, couldn't help but look sad. , shaking his cell phone in front of Jack.
“The weather forecast says there will be a snowstorm tonight.”
"Stop talking, I already regret accompanying you on this trip."
Jack put on the brakes and slowed down slightly to read the road signs, then carefully turned the steering wheel and turned the last corner, looking like the world A doomsday scene appeared before their eyes.
Looking through the scattered snow flying all over the sky, you can see the numerous high-voltage iron towers in the distance, and the same astonishing number of tall chimneys nearby.
But the high-voltage wires on the tower had already drooped to the ground, and there was no trace of smoke at the top of the tall chimneys. With Jack's extraordinary eyesight, he could clearly see the dilapidated factory buildings and twisted railroad tracks below the chimneys.
Fortunately, the destination of their trip was in sight. After passing an abandoned chapel that was in disrepair and not even a single stained glass window was left, Subaru stood on a tree with a faded stars and stripes. Stopped by the flagpole.
"The last time I saw such a quiet place of ice and snow was in damn Wyoming." Jack looked at the rather old brownstone building in front of him and felt an old atmosphere from the 1950s.
"Is this Police Station No. 13?"
(End of this chapter)