Chapter 1032 New Year’s Snowy Night (Twelve)
The seized AR15 was equipped with a silencer. The sound of the gunfire was not ear-splitting, but the tinkling sound of bullets hitting the bulletproof shield was louder.
At this moment, Jack regretted that he had removed the laser pointer on the other AR15. This thing was really useless to him, but for people who don’t often use long guns But it’s a tool for beginners.
Ronick squeezed the trigger towards the opposite side. It seemed like sparks were flying everywhere and the fight was lively, but the two people on the opposite side hiding behind the shield didn't even have a health bar.
Of course, it cannot be said that he had no effect at all, because Jack took advantage of the moment when he ran out of bullets and the opponent tried to counterattack, and fired two or three bursts in succession.
The bullet hit the shield bearer's partner's foot. The moment he screamed and became unsteady, the second three-round burst hit his head.
The shield hand was spattered with blood, and he hurriedly retracted as hard as he could. At the same time, he turned the shield towards Jack and tried to hide himself more tightly, but John, who had left and returned, seized the opportunity. Two rounds of shotgun were fired.
John, like Jack, also aimed his gun at the lower third route, but unfortunately the other man was also wearing a heavy riot control suit and protective gear on his legs in addition to his shield.
Although this kind of protective gear made of high-strength plastic and buffer layer is not immune to rifle bullets, it can withstand the damage of shotguns without much problem. The shield hand let out a muffled groan and tilted his body but still managed to hold on. The shield.
Jack was about to refill his gun when suddenly a black whirlwind seemed to blow beside him. Bishop rushed out from beside him with a lit wine bottle in one hand, but blocked the line of his gun.
"There are snipers outside!" Before Jack could finish his words, two simple Molotov cocktails were thrown at him. The alcohol flowed down the shield and body, burning wherever it went, instantly destroying the shield. The hand transformed into a human-shaped torch.
This guy suddenly couldn't care about anything. He screamed and threw down his shield and rushed out of the door. He plunged into the snow and rolled around desperately.
After being reminded by Jack, Bishop did not pursue rashly. Instead, he bent down and dragged the body of his shield hand partner back, dragging it away from the door before starting to pull the opponent's equipment.
Two black policemen also rushed out from across the road at this time. While covering and shooting at this side, they dragged away the shield hand who was still howling miserably.
However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Alex screamed from the corridor behind, followed by the sound of firing the FN57 that Jack had given her before.
Roenick and Jack turned around and ran. After releasing the four prisoners, they took them to the evidence room and asked them to find some useful guys inside to watch the rear.
The blasted window in the detention area cannot be closed for a while, and there is a high probability that someone will come in. The front door is tight, so this is a last resort.
But I didn’t expect these guys to be so unreliable. There was a comatose and injured person in Alex’s place, and he had no power to resist at all.
Before they rushed into the corridor, there was another explosion. Only then did Jack and Ronick react. Alex had just noticed something moving outside. The screams and shooting were all happening. warning.
Two shock bombs were thrown into the corridor, and the two people who arrived were just missed. Ronick screamed and huddled on the ground in pain.
Jack was also shocked to the point where his head was buzzing and he temporarily lost his vision. He groped for Ronick's collar and dragged him back to the corner of the corridor. For a moment, he was unable and unable to move forward.
The big black man Bishop arrived like a whirlwind again, and this time he also had a captured AR15 in his hand.
"Stay here." Jack patted Roenick on the shoulder, regardless of whether he could hear it clearly. Then he applied a healing spell on himself and staggered to follow Bishop.
The two of them happened to bump into Alex, who was dragging a black state trooper forward with difficulty. This operation was really difficult for the psychiatrist. There was a huge difference in height and weight between the two of them. It was hard for Jack to imagine how she could get a semi-conscious strong man out of the office.
Bishop took the black state trooper from Alex and picked him up easily.
"Protect them." Seeing that the two of them were fine, Jack said a word with relief, but he walked around the three of them without stopping and rushed into the office where Alex was.
“You Faker!”
“I asked you to arrest me! My cousin raised me! And you asked me to pay for the bail!”
“Smiley hates me! You guys, bad guys!”
Three prisoners in the office were beating up a gangster unilaterally, using baseball bats, hammers, and a rusty samurai sword.
Even if he was wearing a heavy-duty riot control suit, he couldn't resist such an output. The criminal policeman was beaten to the ground. The drug addict raised his samurai sword and stabbed him in the abdomen. The scene was extremely bloody for a while.
“.” Although he knew that the three of them had saved Alex, the news still left Jack speechless, and he always felt that something was wrong.
Hearing someone entering the door, the three prisoners turned around and saw it was Jack. The addict subconsciously threw away the samurai sword in his hand with guilt.
"You guys did a good job." Jack didn't know what expression to put on these three guys for a moment. The black girl was okay, but Little Hess, Miley and the addict didn't look particularly good. Make it look like.
The black police officers all have similar equipment, an AR15 and a pistol, and there are some odds and ends in their pockets.
Jack only took a smoke bomb and a shock bomb. The remaining items were freely distributed among the three prisoners. He also left an extra pistol that had been captured before to ensure that all three of them had weapons. .
"Oye, I have a gun too." The addict excitedly grabbed the AR15, pulled the bolt and ran out. Not long after, the sound of assault rifle shooting came from upstairs, mixed with Crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf.
Jack silently put away the remaining three spare magazines. A waste of bullets would also be a waste of the magazine on the gun, so he didn't bother to care about it.
The independent offices on one side of the corridor are not only connected by the corridor, but also connected by small doors inside. The three prisoners just rushed in from the office next door and succeeded in the sneak attack.
One of the two bulletproof vests that Jack had seized was given to Ronick, and the other was just taken off to John, allowing him to continue to guard the front door. At this time, he was still moving forward lightly, and returned to the temporary detention through the small doors connecting several offices. district.
Judging from the way the gang of policemen broke in, they had a limited number of door-breaking explosives, and there was no good way to break into this sturdy old police station. They could only break through weak parts such as windows. A few limited attack points.
So Jack asked the black girl and little Hesmaili to continue to hide in the office and guard the corridor where the windows were blown open. He planned to go back to the detention area and take a look. It was the only place that was unguarded. If there is a gap, there may be unexpected gains.
(End of this chapter)