Chapter 1043 New Year’s Snowy Night (Twenty-three) (Double monthly votes requested)
In the following time, Jack successfully found and permanently turned off the signal jammer in a physical sense, and then fought while While calling Jubal, he drove around to search for the whereabouts of everyone.
At this time, the benefits of being in different systems are revealed. The FBI does not need to worry about anything happening again.
Just because today is New Year's Eve, most of the local FBI-SWAT team are on vacation, and the snowstorm has just stopped, so reinforcements did not arrive so quickly.
But fortunately, the blizzard had just stopped. Although there were still light snowflakes in the sky, the ruts on the ground were extremely clear.
At this time, Jack didn't know that Duval was going to set up an ambush, but he was definitely right to follow his GMC, so the scene where John was showing off later happened.
When the old rookie’s IQ is online, he is no less intelligent than his cousin who makes a living by writing books in New York. After all, most people cannot easily switch careers when they are nearly 40 years old. , from a contractor to an LAPD.
You must know that when he and Jack competed in the police academy, they were not only competing in physical fitness and reflexes, but also in various written tests and memorizing regulations.
In almost all projects, if Jack fails to do anything, the one who takes the first place is definitely John.
So when Duval ordered all his men to pull down their masks, John did not see Jack at the scene, so he confidently guessed that he must be hiding in the dark.
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The black girl’s driving skills were average, and the road was blocked by heavy snow, so she didn’t dare to press the accelerator too hard, and was quickly caught up by another GMC.
The bullets hit the car, causing the women in the car to scream repeatedly.
John, whose butt was still bleeding, shook his head, which was dizzy from blood loss, and fumbled for the AR15 at hand in an attempt to fight back.
“Leave it to me.”
Alex, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grabbed his assault rifle, rolled down the window glass and tried to lean out half of her body. However, because of this position, she couldn't reach her shoulders, and her wrist was injured by the recoil after just two shots. Their last assault rifle was rolled under the car.
Alice rolled her eyes at this psychiatrist who liked to show off, picked up her small pistol and rushed outside to empty the magazine, but not even a spark was fired in the whole process.
Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, if the other party had not been trying to aim at the tires instead of directly shooting at the car body, I am afraid that there would have been casualties among the people.
At this moment, a DPD-painted police car suddenly came from behind to join the chase, and even deliberately sounded its siren to attract the attention of both parties.
When it went hand in hand with the GMC driven by the criminal policemen, the criminal policemen in the car also saw the driver in the police car who was similarly dressed as them.
Seeing that his teammate was so good at driving and could catch up so easily, Duval's confidant who was driving excitedly waved his hand forward, signaling him to quickly overtake and catch up.
But I saw the guy driving the police car slightly tilting his head this way, and then pulled down the mask covering his face, revealing an unfamiliar handsome face and smiling at this side.
Before Duval's confidants could react, or even see how many big white teeth the other party was showing, the DPD police car with its lights flashing tilted its head, smoke billowing from the brakes, and with a perfect The PIT hit the GMC's left rear wheel at an angle.
The GMC body was halfway sideways, and then it rolled over on the roadside where the car in front had broken out the thin ice.
Jack stopped the police car steadily, looked straight ahead, and silently counted circles in his mind, ".4, 5, 6"
There are thousands of roads, and safety is the first priority. Driving is not standardized, and relatives shed tears.
It is naturally impossible to wear a seat belt during a gunfight and car chase. Although the speed is not very fast, under the weather conditions at this time, GMC still works very hard to throw everything out of his body. Throw it out.
"Stop! Stop!" John, who watched this scene from the broken rear window, slapped the black girl's back hard, "That's Jack, he's here to save us."
The police car slowly started up again and ruthlessly ran over the arm of a black policeman who was still trying to struggle, crushing it together with the AR15 in his hand.
Carefully bypassing the wreckage on the ground, the police car slowly pulled over and stopped. At the same time, the GMC in front also opened the door. John covered his buttocks with gauze with one hand and pulled the door handle with the other. He looked at this person with a wry smile. side.
"You are really lucky." Jack shook his head speechlessly. Fortunately, it was only one shot with two eyes instead of four, otherwise he would really be guilty.
"Sheriff" Alice hesitated to speak with some worry. Although she was worried about Ronick's safety, Jack had done enough for strangers like them.
"You guys wait here, I've called for reinforcements, but it may take some time for them to arrive." Jack breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone in the car was okay, and turned around after speaking. About to go back.
The plug-in does not provide the skill of pulling out hair to create a clone, but as long as Ronick is smart, there should be no danger for a while. Of course, the premise is that Bishop will not shoot him with a black gun in order to escape.
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In the woods, Ronick tried hard to step on the dead grass to prevent leaving too many easily identifiable footprints on the snow. At the same time, he tried not to touch the dead shrubs and branches to avoid making any noise. The continuous noise attracted pursuers.
The snow in the woods is less than that on the plains, and a lot of it is piled on high branches. From time to time, a few overburdened dead branches will snap and break, and the thick snow on them will They died together, falling to the ground together and making a big noise.
The young police chief seemed frightened and had been frightened by this movement several times.
Not long after he got into the woods, he and Bishop got separated. Ronick didn't know whether the other party deliberately left him, or if he just accidentally got separated.
But at this time, he couldn't care about it. Ronick knew that he and Bishop, who seemed to have a fierce reputation, were far behind professionals like Jack. Even if the two of them were still together, it would not be so easy to deal with the pursuers behind them. soldiers.
He even had the illusion that everyone in the police station might be just a burden in Jack's eyes.
Just as Ronick was leaning behind a big tree and breathing heavily, there was a sudden click behind him. It was the sound of the pistol sleeve being pulled and the bullet being loaded.
"Hello, Sheriff." Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his neck, Roenick breathed a sigh of relief because he recognized Bishop's voice.
“Why are you still here?”
"Marcus Duvall is still alive. This is something I cannot accept." Because a troublemaker who was good at using actions to slap people in the face was not around, Bishop returned to his usual pretentious tone.
"You mean we continue to cooperate?" Ronick understood.
"I saw them chasing in. Counting Duval, there were only four people in total, and we still had plenty of ammunition."
As if to increase his persuasion, Bishop closed in He picked up the pistol and specifically showed Ronick the magazine inserted in his chest and the AR15 in his hand.
After being bullied all night, it was impossible to say that Roenick had no idea of fighting back, but he was also very aware of his own disadvantages.
"But the problem is that they can see us now, but we can't see them." He regretted not getting a helmet with night vision goggles to put on his head before.
"Then, you choose one, attracting firepower or burying yourself in the snow." The big black man had obviously already thought of a plan.
Ronick couldn't help but sigh, "Don't miss it, Bishop."
(End of this chapter)