Chapter 1039 New Year’s Snowy Night (19) (Double monthly ticket requested)
“They are dead.” Although Bishop said so, his eyes were still fixed on the car that had already run to the car. of two people.
The sniper never fired, but the two men successfully started the car.
The car turned around, turned, and drove onto the main road. There was still no gunfire. The people hiding by the windows and looking out couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.
At this time, everyone came to the front hall of the police station, hiding behind several windows and looking at the drug addict who was driving east along the main road.
"Maybe they can really escape." Alice nervously held her hands in front of her chest, as if praying.
Old police officer Jasper sighed angrily, "I bet those two cowards wouldn't help call the police even if they escaped."
John, however, looked ugly. He pointed at two GMCs in the distance to Jack, who seemed to be looking at them without even turning on the lights.
The Ford SUV gradually began to accelerate and drove straight into the distance. Jack even saw that the addict in the driver's seat had begun to flap the steering wheel excitedly.
At this time, a strange engine sound came from the sky, and everyone's hearts seemed to resonate with this low "puff" sound at the same time, making people feel nervous for no reason. feel.
The wind and snow that had weakened a lot suddenly became violent, but this gust of wind and snow did not seem to come from any direction, southeast, northwest, but from the air!
A searchlight pole hit the fleeing Ford SUV from top to bottom. Everyone looked up in the direction of the light beam and saw a helicopter flying quickly and low altitude.
This is a "Subaru Bell 412EPX" helicopter in police livery. The reason Jack recognized it at a glance is because the NYPD just bought two new ones this year to enhance search, rescue and support capabilities.
“Damn it, they actually called ‘A.V-5’!” Roenick exclaimed.
Jack didn't know what "A.V-5" was, but he could probably guess that it was an abbreviation for the Detroit Police Air Support Team or Commando.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone in the police station, the police helicopter hovered steadily over the road, its fuselage slowly tilted sideways, and then the cabin door was violently opened.
Well, it is a police helicopter after all, and it cannot have a door machine gun. But when faced with the fire from two assault rifles, the Ford SUV with its shattered windshield could not survive for 3 seconds. Suddenly, the front of the car tilted and it fell into the drainage ditch on the side of the road.
In reality, it is basically impossible to blow up a car with a 5.56-caliber assault rifle. The people on the helicopter did not continue to waste ammunition, but used searchlights to keep observation.
From the angle of the police station, it is not clear what happened under the shoulder of the road, but as a few gunfires lit up again in the helicopter cabin, the end of the drug addict and little Hesmaili was already dire. Just imagine.
"At least now we know what Marcus Duvall and his people are waiting for." John sighed quietly as he watched the helicopter turn around and head towards the police station.
Not long after, the sound of the helicopter's propellers sounded above everyone's heads, and the GMC in the distance also turned on its lights and slowly drove towards here.
"Jack, what do you think? Do you want to stay in the room?" Bishop subconsciously looked directly at Jack.
"What if I go out and be hunted by them like turkeys one by one?" Jack looked at Ronick and saw that he was already in a state of confusion, so he directly took over the command.
"Bishop, take people to collect combustibles, alcohol or gasoline, the more the better, pile them on the stair landing from the first to the second floor.
Sheriff , find a safe place for everyone, doesn’t this police station even have a basement?”
Hiding in the basement after setting a fire is not a good choice, but there is no good solution at the moment. Generally speaking, civilian basements should also have basic fire prevention functions, although there is still a risk of suffocation.
As a result, Ronick turned his attention to the old police officer Jasper next to him. Apparently, the acting chief had been here for half a year and didn't know much about this old police station.
"Yes, it's under the storage room. Damn it, I seem to have forgotten one thing. There should be a way out there. There seems to be an old sewer under the basement."
Jasper He patted his head and saw that everyone was looking at him in unison. He quickly tried to make amends for himself, "I really didn't think about it. Too many things happened tonight. And don't hold out too much hope. Even I don't know about that." Where does the sewer lead? "
"It doesn't matter, Alice, you take the others to the basement, John, you come with me." Jack didn't have time to worry about this now, he just patted a few people on the shoulders. Urge them to take action.
Not long after, when a disturbing sound came from the ventilation duct that led directly to the roof, John's figure disappeared behind Jack when he returned to the stairwell again. The landing was already filled with bottles and jars containing various flammable substances, including the half-bottle of aged Irish whiskey left over from the previous party.
Bishop and Ronick were hiding on both sides of the corridor, nervously paying attention to the movement coming from above.
"Go on." Jack divided the last two magazines between the two men and shook his head at them, "You can also withdraw, leave this to me."
"Are you sure? ?" Ronick looked worried.
"Don't worry about me, I have other ways to escape." Jack waved his hand, looking like he was rushing people away.
Two GMCs were approaching outside the gate. As the lights were turned off, there were several muffled "dong-dong" sounds, and several smoke bombs smashed through the windows and fell into the front hall.
"Then be careful." Ronick looked extremely moved, with a faint glint in his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.
Bishop also looked deeply at Jack. Without saying anything, he turned around and was about to follow, but Jack grabbed him.
Just when he looked at the mysterious FBI in surprise, he felt his coat pocket sink slightly, as if something had been stuffed into it.
"Be careful." Jack whispered and took three steps at a time and then two steps up to the second floor.
Bishop stared blankly at the direction in which he disappeared. After a while, as if he had woken up from a dream, he quickly turned around and followed Roenick.
In addition to the pilot and co-pilot, a "Subaru Bell 412EPX" helicopter can also carry an additional special operations team including at least 12 fully armed soldiers.
Jack doesn’t know if all the Detroit Police Department is evil, but even Gotham still has Chief Gordon as the Light of Justice. I think those eight people on the helicopter are Marcus Duvall. The last trump card before dawn.
It can only be blamed on our own bad luck. If the snowstorm dissipates later, the helicopter may not be able to dispatch, and everyone can wait for dawn in peace.
There was the sound of someone dismantling the ventilation duct overhead, almost drowning out the sound of the helicopter, but Jack turned a deaf ear to it. The diameter of the ventilation duct could indeed fit people in, but only for children or petite women. .
A heavily armed adult male who wanted to squeeze in was simply overthinking. He had to forcefully break out a skylight before he could do so.
He rushed all the way into the innermost office, maximized his visual acuity, squinted and found the remaining two snipers on the third floor of the building opposite and on the roof of the other side. hand.
"Crash!" The sound of shattering window glass was not noticeable among the noise from the roof, including the gunshots that came later.
This time Jack was not counterattacked by the sniper, because from near to far, he first shot the sniper on the third floor opposite, then a short burst, and then killed the sniper on the roof of the opposite building. that.
"Boom!" An explosion resounded through the second floor. After removing the ventilation duct on the roof, the airborne black police directly used explosives to open a skylight.
However, just as one of them impatiently lowered the rope before the dust cleared, several bullets shot out from the newly opened artificial skylight.
The black policeman immediately shot out a bloody arrow, covered his neck and fell silently into the snow on the roof.
“Damn bastard!”
“Son of a bastard!”
The five remaining people on the roof were visibly panicked, and shock bombs and smoke bombs were thrown down one after another.
Jack glanced at the skylight casually and didn't care about his own victory at all. He threw the AR15 behind him with a flick of the safety button and rushed to the stairs and flew up.
Hitting his feet hard on the wall, he landed lightly on the landing. Jack picked up two bottles and smashed them on the stairs, and then threw a few more into the corridor leading to the front hall. Leaving behind a shock bomb that had been unplugged, he rushed towards the temporary detention area without looking back.
(End of this chapter)