Chapter 1041 New Year’s Snowy Night (Twenty-one) (Double monthly ticket request)
An SUV with three red “GMC” letters on the top of the car is slowly coming this way, everyone, look at me , I looked at you, all my eyes fell on Bishop.
The big black man was much taller than the others even when he was kneeling. He spat viciously at the only person at the scene who was not under control, the old police officer Jasper who was standing behind Ronick. saliva.
"Jasper? You son of a bitch, you are actually a traitor, you betrayed us!" Alice, a hot girl, reacted immediately and yelled at the other party.
Feeling the old police officer's hand on his shoulder, Ronick first looked back at him in disbelief, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to half-smile.
"You are sending us all under the scythe of death, Jasper."
"Fuck you! Ronick!" Jasper also spit on the ground, just in time to hit the ground. In front of Bishop.
“As God is my witness, I told you, ‘Hand over this cousin and no one will be harmed’. I have retired and I will not die for this stinking piece of shit.
The facts have just proved this, haven’t they? This is all your fault, Sheriff!”
As he said this, he hit Bishop with the butt of his gun. On his forehead, blood suddenly poured out.
"That's enough, he's at least more human than you." Alex angrily tried to stop her, but was dismissed as nothing.
Ronick smiled bitterly, his smile full of sarcasm, or it could be said to be both sarcastic and self-deprecating, "This is indeed my fault, Jasper, I thought you were at least once a policeman."
At this time, the door of the GMC opened, and Duvall walked out of the car with the calmness of a winner. He came to Jasper and nodded slightly as a greeting to him.
"Get in the car, Jasper, you don't have to watch what happens next."
After saying that, he walked up to Ronick and looked at everyone one by one. He glanced at it, then frowned and called out to stop Jasper who had turned around.
"You said on the radio that there is a very powerful FBI, which one of them is he?"
"He did not follow us into the sewers. The boy who likes to pretend to be a hero took the initiative to stay and set fire to the rear. Maybe this He's already been burned to death," Jasper said nonchalantly.
Duval's brows furrowed deeper, and he even began to lower his head in thought. He suddenly thought of a possibility, with a look of horror on his face, and turned around and pulled out his pistol in a defensive posture.
“Everyone, pull down your masks, hurry up!”
The gang of policemen standing behind everyone in the police station couldn’t help but look at each other. Some smart people had already thought of a possibility. , while pulling down his mask, he pointed the gun at those who were still hesitating.
Duvall squinted his eyes and scanned the faces of the black police officers one by one with his sharp gaze. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. There were a total of thirteen people including him present, and there were no unfamiliar faces.
Just when he was about to instruct his men to prepare for action, John took advantage of the little chaos and slowly stood up from the ground.
His expression was still a little nervous just now. Just when Duval asked the black policemen to pull down their masks, he was now calmer.
"What, do you know where your companion is? Tell me, and maybe I can spare your life."
Duvall obviously doesn't understand why villains die from talking too much, or maybe He did not regard himself as a villain at all, but instead told nonsense in a serious manner that even no one would believe.
"Before yesterday, no one here probably knew me, so let me briefly introduce myself." John showed a joking smile.
If Jack were here, he would be very familiar with this smile, because not only John had such a smile, but when he was in New York, there was also a great writer named Rick Cassel who had a smile as ordinary as him. Two's playful expression.
"My name is John Nolan, a LAPD officer, an unlucky guy who was sent here because he offended the union president."
Listen to John talking about a lot of things. Nonsense, Duval interrupted him in confusion, "Officer Nolan, can I think you are trying to delay time?"
"Of course not, I'm about to get to the key point." John blinked innocently, "Okay, let's make a long story short. I have a secret to tell you."
Seeing that Duvall impatiently pulled the pistol sleeve and pointed the gun at himself, John quickly raised his hands, "Well, the secret is that I actually have super powers." "."
< br>The scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment. After a moment, Duval looked around expressionlessly, and impatiently raised his pistol again. This time, he aimed it directly at John's head, and was about to pull the trigger.
Everyone at the police station at the scene turned away rather unbearably, not wanting to see the tragic scene that followed.
"No, no, no, believe me, what I said is true." John lowered his hands above his head and made a sign, pretending that they were two pistols.
"I really have super powers. If you don't believe me, just look at it."
After that, he gestured to Jasper who was about to turn around again, "Hey, old guy! BIU!"
"Whoosh!"
Although the blizzard had just passed and the wind was still loud, a weak but very clear sound breaking through the air reached the ears of everyone present.
A small red hole suddenly appeared on Jasper's forehead. His wrinkled old face even still had an expression of mocking John's clown behavior, and he fell down in the snow with a thud.
Everyone was stunned on the spot. Bishop, who was taking advantage of John to attract everyone's attention and quietly took out the shock bomb from his coat pocket, also stopped.
For a moment, he even felt that there was no need to take the risk.
John raised his chin proudly, and in the horrified gazes of the black police officers, he started shooting at them with both hands, and kept uttering the onomatopoeia of "BIU, BIU, BIU" in his mouth.
The screams of bullets piercing the air were heard one after another, and the black police officers surrounding the police station fell to the ground one after another.
"Sniper! Hidden!"
Duval, who had just reacted, let out a shrill wail. Some of the black policemen who were still in a daze looked around blankly, while others tried to find the nearest bunker.
But in just a few short breaths, Duval found in despair that at least three or four people had fallen into a pool of blood.
“Kill them, kill them all.”
The response to Duvall’s hoarse order was not the gunshots of the gangsters, but a bullet with its ring pulled out. Shocking bomb.
“Close your eyes!”
Bishop threw out the shock bomb that Jack had given him before, and rushed towards the firearms that had been thrown into the snow with his eyes closed.
John turned around and pounced on Alice and Alex behind him. Neither of them had bulletproof vests, but they subconsciously protected the injured state trooper Jeffrey.
Behind him, an angry Duval had already pulled the trigger regardless.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The sound of gunshots and the explosion of shock bombs sounded almost at the same time. Duvall let out a scream, covered his eyes and fell to his knees in pain.
"Get in the car! Get in the car!" Roenick, who had already received the hint from Bishop's eyes and closed his eyes in time, rolled around and picked up the AR15 on the ground, and rushed towards the policeman closest to him. shuttle.
The shock bombs detonated in the open area basically only have the function of flash bombs, but it is enough. Unprepared people instantly lose their eyesight, and most of them are surrounded by The gangster of everyone in the police station.
(End of this chapter)