Chapter 1040 New Year’s Snowy Night (Twenty) (Double monthly votes requested)
Although shock bombs are non-lethal weapons, they do explode and can easily ignite flammable materials such as gasoline. On the contrary Even if an ordinary bullet hits the fuel tank directly, it will be difficult to ignite gasoline because the ignition point of gasoline is 427 degrees.
At this moment, with the help of accelerants, the fire quickly spread, burning from the wooden stairs to the second floor, and at the same time burning from the corridor to the front hall.
The old police station itself has a lot of combustible materials, including rest chairs in the corridor, various office furniture and even partitions in the office area.
The two-person team that had just rushed in from the main entrance carrying bulletproof shields retreated faster than when they came, and soon ropes were thrown down from the roof of the second floor.
The remaining five commandos had to climb down along the already hot outer wall, not even taking the bodies of their companions with them.
A middle-aged Caucasian man who looked to be in his fifties, with only some gray hair on his temples, stood beside the GMC with his hands behind his back and frowned at the scene in front of him.
He had a cigarette in his mouth. If Roenicke were here at this time, he could be recognized at a glance as Marcus Duvall, who had appeared in news reports during the day.
"Sir, this fire may attract the fire brigade." A black police officer who had just withdrawn from the house trotted up to him and said.
Duval threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out. After thinking about it, he picked it up from the snow and stuffed it into his pocket. "Yes, we have to act quickly."
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The time went back to 5 minutes ago. Ronick and Bishop went down the rusty extension ladder to the basement. They saw the old police officer Jasper cleaning an iron frame with the help of everyone.
The iron frame was filled with messy debris and dust, which made Alex and Alice choke and cough. The black state trooper Jeffrey, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was at this moment He regained some consciousness and was leaning against the wall, breathing hard.
“Where is Officer Nolan?” The basement is not big, and Ronick asked hurriedly without seeing John at a glance.
Alice looked at him with some confusion, "Wasn't he with you just now?"
"Come and help." Jasper used his flashlight to look for something under the iron frame, and finally let out a sigh of relief, "Just down there, help me move this damn thing."
Body Bishop, who was not lacking in strength, stepped forward and knocked down the iron shelf. Jasper kicked open a few broken cardboard boxes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a manhole cover exposed underneath.
"That's right, this is it." Jasper went up and tried to pull the manhole cover open, but it didn't move at all.
"I think you need this." John's voice came from behind everyone, and he saw a short crowbar in his hand.
"Thank God." Ronick took the crowbar from him and handed it to the old police officer Jasper, "Where were you just now?"
John smiled and showed up his mobile phone, "Jack asked me to collect some evidence. We can't take away the body, but after tonight we can't accuse Marcus Duvall and his people just based on confessions, right?" ?”
“Good job.” Before Ronick finished speaking, the old police officer Jasper had used a crowbar to pry open the sewer cover, and a faint rancid smell instantly filled the entire basement. .
No one covered their noses. On the contrary, everyone present, including the two beauties, had hopeful smiles on their faces.
There was almost no water in the old sewers, and there was even a halogen lamp every few meters providing dim light. Bishop, who deliberately walked at the end, looked around suspiciously, but the result was that John looked back at him and asked curiously.
“What’s wrong?”
"It's nothing, let's go." Bishop shook his head. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his years of gang experience and years of wandering between life and death reminded him subconsciously that they had not really escaped yet. Birth day.
The height of the sewer is almost 1.8 meters. Most of the group only need to lower their heads slightly to pass through it smoothly. It is also wide enough for two people to stand side by side. John can support the state policeman Jeffrey forward by himself.
Because there were seriously injured people and they didn’t dare to make too much noise, everyone walked for about twenty minutes before reaching the end of the sewer. After turning the last corner, several rusty pipes A ladder made of steel bars fixed to the wall appeared in front of them.
Looking up along the rusty steel bars on the wall, there is a circular manhole cover, which is also the end of this sewer. "I'll do it." Sheriff Roenicke still took the lead and handed the flashlight to veteran police officer Jasper. He climbed up along the rusty steel bar. When he reached the top, he carefully used the muzzle of the AR15 to open the manhole cover.
A large pile of snow fell, falling into Ronick's neck and turning into cold and biting snow, which in turn refreshed his spirit. Apart from the still howling wind outside, there were only falling snowflakes.
Ronick struggled to remove the manhole cover and looked around. He found that this place was already in a factory area, with a forest not far away. He tried hard to identify the direction, and finally saw a red mass behind him in the distance. The firelight made me sigh in relief.
"Okay, there is no one around, we are safe."
Everyone climbed out of the sewer one after another, Ronick, the old police officer Jasper, Capra, and in the middle were Alice and Psycho Doctor Alex, followed by the prisoner Black Girl.
It took a lot of effort to get the seriously injured state trooper Jeffrey out of the sewer, but fortunately, John and Bishop at the end were both strong men.
"Be careful."
John also took the initiative to reach out and pull Bishop, but the latter just climbed out of the sewer, but still held on to him.
"You?" Before John could react, his right hand was twisted behind his back, and the muzzle of a gun that was colder than the human heart was already pressed against his waist.
"Don't touch Officer Nolan, I'm sorry." Bishop controlled John, slowly pulled the AR15 off his shoulder, pulled out the pistol from his waist and threw it in the snow In the ground.
"You bastard!" The old police officer Jasper angrily drew his gun and pointed it at Bishop. Roenick, who had turned his back to everyone on guard, also turned around and pointed his gun at the gangster. In addition to anger, there was also a little disappointment in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt Officer Nolan. He only needs to walk with me for a while, and you can't follow me." Bishop took John two steps back and distanced himself slightly from everyone.
"Put down your arms, gentlemen. I think this may be a happy ending to this matter."
As soon as Bishop's words left his mouth, he was strangled by his neck. John chuckled, "Bishop, Jack has introduced his identity to you, right?"
"Yes, he said he is the FBI from New York, not here for me. "
Bishop felt vaguely uneasy. Of course, any hostage in his hands would suddenly laugh, and the kidnappers would feel uneasy, but the source of his uneasiness at the moment was not the middle-aged uncle in his hands. , but the young FBI agent who now knows where he is.
"He did say that you were not his responsibility, but do you know the name of the action team he led?" John laughed so hard that crow's feet appeared.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Bishop glanced behind him subconsciously, fearing that Jack would suddenly appear.
"His action team is called the 'Wanted Criminal Team', so what you are doing now is turning yourself into his target."
However, Bishop did not wait for a reaction Realizing what he meant, John's smile froze on his face, because several pieces of white cloth were suddenly lifted from the snow around them, and the black muzzles were pointed at everyone at the scene.
“Don’t move!”
"Put down your weapons! Get down on your knees!" Several police officers emerged from hidden corners and pointed their guns at the people who thought they had escaped.
“Damn!” Surrounded in the middle, Roenick angrily threw away his assault rifle, kicked up a cloud of snowflakes unwillingly, and was then forcibly pushed to the ground.
Bishop, still maintaining the hijacking posture, was poked in the head with a gun, and had to raise his hands and kneel to the ground, because the people surrounding them obviously did not care about the life or death of the hostages in his hands.
(End of this chapter)