Chapter 1037 New Year’s Snowy Night (Seventeen)
Although there are many types of AR15, M16 and M4 series rifles, they are essentially derived from the Armalite AR-10 rifle that was launched in 1956.
The basic Armalite AR-10 rifle became an AR-15 rifle after modification. At this time, it still used .223 Remington rifle ammunition.
After that, Armalite sold the patent rights of AR-10 and AR-15 to Colt, and Colt continued to improve them, such as moving the charging handle from under the carrying handle. Changed to the rear of the receiver.
The AR15, which was improved by Colt, subsequently entered the US military. It was first equipped by the Air Force and named M16, while the semi-automatic police and civilian versions are still called AR15.
In the 1990s, the M4 carbine based on the M16A2 made its grand debut and gradually replaced the original M16. During this period, the military donated a large number of obsolete M16s to police stations in various places.
Compared with the more formal naming method of the military, the naming of various AR15 imitation models that appeared in large numbers in the private sector due to the expiration of Colt's patent in 1977 is not so formal.
Generally speaking, any police or civilian model that can shoot in semi-automatic mode is collectively called AR15. Therefore, when the US police find that there are AR series assault rifles that can shoot in three-round bursts or fully automatic shooting, they do not need to use it. It feels too strange.
The gun in Jack's hand was an AR15 with a speed switch. He couldn't figure out the specific model. Although it didn't have a three-shot burst mode, it didn't mean that he couldn't use extremely high hand speed to achieve similar effects.
After all, this is not a gun that he adjusted by himself, and the current situation does not allow him to operate it like this, so he can only use the number of shots to make up for the accuracy. Observe the impact point of the first shot, and make corrections based on feeling for the next two shots. trajectory.
He knew very well that there was a sniper in the southeast corner who must also be watching here, so he shot slowly and quickly, and after three shots, he quickly hid under the window sill.
Sure enough, even with a silencer that eliminated most of the muzzle flash, Jack's movement here still attracted the attention of another sniper, and soon provoked a counterattack.
But this also fulfilled Jack's intention. Since the opponent was shooting at him, he naturally had no time to pay attention to Ronick who was rescuing people below.
By the time he shook off the glass and sawdust all over his body and returned downstairs, Ronick had already half dragged and half dragged a drunken man back to the police station. The two of them were sitting on the railing of the cell in the detention area. Breathing heavily.
"What happened? Who is beating us? Sheriff?"
The man looked very frightened, and he was wearing a pointed paper hat on his head. He looked like he had just attended a party. Although he was still talking a little loudly, he seemed to be more than half drunk.
Except for John and the old police officer Jasper who stayed in the front hall, everyone, including several prisoners, looked at this guy with burning eyes.
"Fuck, who was shooting at us just now?" Seeing that no one said anything, the man looked around and suddenly found the bodies of the four policemen who had been thrown in by Jack in the cell behind him. He was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground.
"Fuck, what happened here before?"
His eyes continued to scan the faces of several prisoners, and finally landed on Jack, who was walking towards us with a gun. On his face, the expression changed from frightened to confused, and then from confused to confused.
"Who are these guys?"
Alix, who comes to the police station almost every week to provide psychological counseling to Roenicke, obviously also knows the Capra that Alice is talking about. She asked with a somewhat tangled expression as she looked at the unlucky guy who had thrown himself into a trap.
"What are you doing at the police station at this time? Capra."
Capra was still in a state of confusion. His eyes were almost completely blank and he continued to look around blankly, until his eyes finally focused on He finally came back to his senses when he touched the mesh stockings under Alice's little leather skirt.
"Today is New Year's Eve. I know that you three are the only ones on duty at the police station, so I wanted to come and have a drink with Alice."
"Then you really picked a good day. Besides, I told you a long time ago, Capra, I only sleep with bad boys."
Alice began to bald in front of this man who was not yet middle-aged. , the male police officer whose appearance could even be described as vulgar rolled his eyes.
However, at this moment, the sound of a bullet being loaded was suddenly heard from behind Bishop, and the drug addict among the prisoners pointed the gun at Capra.
"Wow wow wow wow, this is such a sweet love story." The tone of this guy's voice is very uncomfortable. Even just hearing the voice will make people think like this. The way the guy drools when he talks. "That sounds really sweet, but unfortunately I don't believe a single bullshit word you say."
Before the addict finished speaking, Alice and Alex subconsciously raised their pistols, of course, pointing at this emotionally unstable guy.
"Put down the gun!"
"Damn, he is really a police officer here!"
Seeing "one of our own" being pointed at a gun by the other party, the other two The prisoners also subconsciously raised their guns to confront each other. Seeing this scene, Ronick couldn't help but wipe his face in pain.
“Put down your guns, please, don’t do this again, okay?”
Except for the drug addict, everyone else looked at each other and put down their weapons in unison, their expressions a little embarrassed.
Jack moved half a step to the side without leaving a trace, hiding the right half of his body behind Alex. As his arm moved slightly, Sig Sauer had fallen into his palm. Then he glanced at Bishop, who was also moving.
The addict was still there, continuing his BBQ, "It's a genius idea to pretend to chase girls. Send someone to sneak in and kill us one by one, right? Tell me your plan honestly, bastard!"
"Please, didn't you see them shooting? If it weren't for Jack, both Capra and I were almost killed!" Roenicke was still trying to help explain.
"Yes, they fired, yes, but it could also be a show. They just missed on purpose. It was all planned!"
The addict's words immediately made the fellow prisoners Little Hesmaili and Black Girl hesitate. It sounded like this possibility was indeed possible.
At this moment, Capra was also completely frightened. After all, the guy pointing the gun at him did not look like a sane person. He directly opened his coat.
"Do you think I have a gun? I'm not Rambo. I'll kill you one by one with anything!"
"At least lock him up, just in a cell, he He can hide under the corpse so that no one will shoot at him as soon as he comes in."
Seeing that this guy's words were getting more and more outrageous, Ronick also realized that he was actually wasting time with a person. The guy with red eyes, obviously still drugged, argued.
"I'll vouch for him. Capra is one of us, okay? I'll vouch for him." As he said this, he looked at Bishop and Jack.
The addict shook his head wildly, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth turned into foam, "I'm sorry, but your words have no effect. Now this place is no longer under your control, right, Bishop?" Bishop, tell them! You are the boss here!"
Seeing that Jack had lost his patience and his eyes narrowed with murderous intent, Bishop quickly winked at him and signaled that he would take care of it! .
Amidst the chatter of the addict, the big black man slowly walked up to him, put his hand on the butt of the gun, and said in a deep voice, "Put the gun down."
"No, no, no, man, please, don't you understand what I mean? This guy just shows up out of nowhere and wants to be clever"
Before the addict finished speaking, Bishop raised the muzzle of the gun with his right hand and cut his throat with a palm knife with his left hand.
"Ho ho." The addict who fell to the ground groaned in pain. Bishop took the AR15 and handed it directly to Jack who stepped forward, and then lifted the item off the ground. stand up.
"Chief Ronick is the person in charge here, understand? There is no doubt about this."
The gangster's fierce look is quite bluffing, and he also sneered. No matter how you look at it, Jack's smile is as harmless as the sunshine on a Los Angeles beach.
(End of this chapter)