Chapter 1044 New Year’s Snowy Night (End) (Two-in-one Chapter) (Double monthly votes requested)
In some war games that focus on authenticity, there is a light-up mechanism. When a teammate discovers After defeating the enemy, a red dot representing the enemy will be marked on the mini-map and shared with all teammates in the same camp.
But in order to achieve this effect in reality, in addition to the communicator, everyone must at least know their own position and be able to accurately report it.
The sky in the distance has turned slightly white, but in the woods it is a different scene. The snowflakes are no longer falling, replaced by a light forest mist.
The dim light, the dead bushes and tree trunks everywhere that can be used to hide the figure, and the annoying fog, Duvall and his men did not dare to spread too thin even with the help of night vision goggles .
Although Roenicke and Bishop both consciously concealed their whereabouts, it was almost impossible not to leave any footprints in the snow.
The three black policemen searched separately and moved forward in a fan-shaped manner. They were only five or six meters apart from each other. Duvall, who only held a pistol, fell at the end.
“Stop!” A black policeman walking in the middle raised his right hand and motioned to his two teammates to stop.
“What’s wrong?” Duval caught up with a deep kick and a shallow kick.
“The two of them are still together.” The black policeman pointed to the mess of footprints under a big tree, “It seems like they were resting in place for a while.”
"Follow them and kill them before they leave the woods." A look of ferocity appeared on Duval's well-maintained old face. The three men nodded slightly and followed the two rows of tracks at a trot.
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Ronick chose a tree with the thickest trunk in the surrounding area, leaned on it and silently counted his heartbeat.
Adrenaline is secreted several times a night, and the human body easily gets used to it.
Even if someone had a gun on his head before this, the police chief had never been so nervous. After all, John's performance made the scene seem a bit unserious.
Actively choosing to attract firepower and become a living target was not because Roenick didn't trust his marksmanship, but simply because he didn't want anyone to die because of his decision.
In that operation 8 months ago, his two partners died at the hands of drug dealers because of his decision to split up and pursue them.
Although both the Ministry of Internal Affairs and others around him told him that the decision at that time, or the order itself, was not wrong, his good partners Carol and Tony were simply unlucky.
But Ronick still inevitably suffered from PTSD. After all, not everyone can become a general and count the lives of his soldiers as casualties with a wave of his hand.
Pain and self-doubt have always tortured Ronick. Fortunately, he met Alex, a dedicated psychiatrist. Finally on this New Year's Eve, he made up his mind to say goodbye to the past, say goodbye to damn alcohol and painkillers, Welcome to a new beginning.
Then something bad happened.
Ronick knew that his performance after arriving at Police Station No. 13 was terrible. He was not at all what a responsible police chief should be, but the people in the old police station who had been on the delisting list were already dissatisfied. .
So when he encountered the betrayal of the old police officer Jasper at the last moment, Ronick felt unexpectedly calm in his heart. Maybe this was the retribution mentioned in Eastern Buddhism, that's what he thought at the time.
When Bishop once again put a decision in front of him, Roenick decisively chose the riskiest one. If someone was destined to die tonight because of his decision, he hoped it would be himself.
The sound of crunching snow not far away was very clear. He quickly looked around from behind the tree trunk, but it was still foggy and nothing could be seen.
Ronik gritted his teeth hard, jumped out from behind the tree, and started shooting in the direction of the sound. The sound of the AR15 gun equipped with a silencer could not travel too far in the woods, but the weak muzzle flash still exposed his Location.
The bullets landed around the three black policemen, and the tree trunks and feet beside them made various strange sounds, which immediately attracted their counterattack.
Quickly emptying a magazine, Roenick threw away the AR15 and turned around to run. A dense barrage of bullets fell behind him. Just like those Hollywood blockbusters, the moving speed of the soldiers' muzzles seemed to never be able to catch up. The running figure of the protagonist.
In front of him was a fallen dead tree that he had chosen before. The trunk was as thick as two people hugging each other. Ronick kicked his legs hard, imagining Jack's handsome leap in the air. A beautiful arc.
"Poof!" A bullet hit Roenick's right leg, making a hole in the thigh muscle that grew from small to large, and finally broke through the skin on the other side and flew to freedom.
"Hmm." Ronick held his right leg and twitched in pain behind the tree trunk. He curled up into a ball and didn't dare to move at all.
The bullets kept hitting the tree trunk and made a "pop" sound. Some of them were deeply embedded in the trunk, while others passed through the insufficient thickness and shot into the snow close to Ronick's cheek.
Faced with the fire from three assault rifles, the sergeant was pinned down. Even though he was not shot in the thigh, he lost the chance to get up and continue to escape.
The three black police officers continued to advance steadily in a fan shape, taking turns to change their ammunition and keep suppressing fire. They did not notice that the distance between them was getting closer and closer.
When the three of them passed a snowdrift that seemed to be held up by withered grass, Bishop, who had been impatient for a long time, stood up like a grumpy black bear who had been disturbed from hibernation, holding the AR15 in his hand. Trigger pressed.
"Ah!"
In a short and frightened scream, Bishop quickly replaced the second magazine and walked to a black policeman who was still twitching, "Where is Duvall hiding? "
The black policeman covered his throat that was torn apart by the bullet, spitting blood from his mouth, and stared at the big black man in front of him.
Bishop came to him, and after seeing his injuries clearly, he took out his pistol and shot him in the head. The next second, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The guy was not looking at himself, but behind him. .
"Bang!" Duvall appeared behind Bishop at some point and shot him in the abdomen the moment he turned around.
The big black man staggered two steps, leaned weakly on a tree trunk, and slowly slid to the ground.
The cunning Duval used his three men as bait and followed them from a distance. After hearing the sound of gunfire, he quickened his pace and followed them, but happened to see Bissau A scene of murder broke out in Pu.
His choice was not to shoot in a hurry to rescue his men, but to watch everything happen cold-bloodedly. He came to Bishop quietly before killing him, just like the yellow mantis that caught the mantis. bird.
"Bishop, look at you, Bishop, you ended up in this situation." Kicking away the firearm that fell on the ground, Marcus Duvall looked at the gang leader. He knelt down in front of him with a mocking look on his face.
“Haha.” Bishop, who was covering his abdominal wound, retorted and even laughed out loud, “What about you? Dear Marcus, do you think you can escape successfully if you kill me now?
Did that wimpy old Jasper tell you that there was an FBI present when you laid siege to the police station? "
Duval's pupils shrank suddenly, and the panic expression on his face disappeared for a moment. Then he suppressed the urge to curse in his heart and forced himself to stay calm and put the muzzle of his gun against Bishop's forehead.
< br>"Thank you very much for your reminder. I will flee this country as soon as possible. As for you, just die in peace." "
"Don't even think about it, put down your weapons! "Roenick limped towards the two of them and pointed his gun at Duvall. Duval's gun was still pointed at Bishop's head and he slowly stood up to face Roenick.
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"What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot!" Bishop, who was leaning against the tree trunk, roared angrily.
"Shut the hell up!" Roenick shouted back with a louder voice, and then read Duvall a Miranda warning.
"Put down the gun, Duval, you have the right to remain silent"
"Hahaha, you idiot, you actually read this to me?" Duval laughed as if he had heard some joke. Leaning forward and back, only the gun in his hand remained motionless and pointed at Bishop's head.
"What if I don't? Are you going to shoot me? Shoot a police inspector? Chief Ronick, tell me, are you really going to do this? Shoot a fellow officer?"
Roenick thought about it seriously, but still found it difficult to understand this guy's logic, "After you did what you did, I think there is only one policeman and two criminals left here.
Put down the gun, you're under arrest, and by the way, Duvall, you disgust me."
"My answer is still" Duvall's word "no" was ignored before he could say it. Yangyang's voice interrupted.
"Actually, there are three policemen here."
Duval turned back in horror, and the gun in his hand inevitably deviated.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Roenick shot Duvall three times in a row. The remaining nerve reaction still made him pull the trigger. The bullet grazed Bishop's ear and entered the tree trunk behind him.
"Sheriff!" Alice, who was following Jack, ran toward Roenick and held his arm.
Bishop endured the severe pain and stood up holding the tree trunk, giving Ronick a middle finger, "Fakeyo, Chief, I have never seen a police officer who shoots like a girl like you. "
"I'm surprised you didn't shoot before me." Ronick gave Jack a wry smile.
Jack smiled back, "I never steal the opportunity to express myself in front of a girl that other people like."
Alice punched Roenick, causing him to grimace in pain, "To be honest, Sheriff, I didn't even recognize you just now. Your performance was so damn fierce, nothing like before."
"Really?" Ronick said with a proud look on his face, "You will get used to it gradually. Do you still have your cigarettes? Give me one, I gave away all my painkillers."
"There's one last one. Damn it, I shouldn't have sworn to quit smoking." Alice took out the crushed cigarette case from her body, stuffed the deformed lady's cigarette into his mouth, and then continued to search. lighter.
"I think cigarettes and cigars are two different words, and your New Year's pledge to quit smoking may not be so strict." Jack took out a box of cigars from his pocket and threw it to Alice along with the lighter.
"And you, Bishop, really don't plan to have one?" Then he looked at the big black guy who was about to leave quietly.
Bishop glanced at the man and woman who were lighting cigarettes with a slightly distressed look, "Can't you pretend not to see me like the two of them?"
"I said, you don't belong. It's my duty, but if you want to leave this woods alone, I'm going to have to waste my New Year's holiday in this damn place."
Jack took Bishop's arm and lifted him up. He stood up and said, "If you need it, I will help you introduce a good lawyer."
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The sky after the snowstorm looked particularly clean, as if all the clouds had been blown by the strong wind. Just walked away.
The early morning sunshine drives away the mist in the forest, but when it falls on people, they don't feel much warmth. The temperature after snow is usually lower than when it snows.
Not far away, police station No. 13 was still emitting black smoke. A snowplow and several fire trucks were parked on the side of the road. There were more DPD police cars and black Saberbans. Come.
A man in a black suit led several police officers to greet the four people who came out of the woods. Seeing the embarrassment of these people, they hesitated to speak.
"Supervisor Tavole? I'm Detective Rory McCoy, are you okay?"
The cigar in Jack's mouth was less than half smoked. After handcuffing Bishop and handing him over to two first responders carrying a stretcher, he took the initiative to shake hands with him.
"Thank you for your support and Happy New Year."
Although it is still the traditional ending of reinforcements arriving after the incident is over, to be fair, it is not easy to arrive at such a speed in such horrible weather, and Jack also Nothing to complain about.
“Well, Happy New Year.”
Seeing this young colleague who was at least one round younger than me but two levels higher than him suddenly say this, the detective The member was also a little confused, and it took him a long time to remember what he should say.
“There are still some questions that need to be confirmed here, I don’t know.”
"A little later, I will submit a complete report later, and I have a few companions." Before he finished speaking, Jack saw Alex wearing a firefighter uniform waving to him.
Behind her was an ambulance, and the person lying face down in it should be John.
"Jeffrey has been taken to the hospital by helicopter, and John insists on staying and waiting for you."
Jack's mind turned twice before he remembered that Jeffrey should be the one who was rescued by him. The black state trooper was lucky enough to persist until rescue arrived after all the trouble.
Ronick was also put into the ambulance. At the insistence of Alex and Alice, everyone simply squeezed in and rushed to the hospital together.
After debridement, infusion and suturing, Ronick and John stayed in the hospital with Alice accompanying them. Jack, who had answered N calls in the waiting area, was already a little restless and his eyes were a little red.
When I was considering whether to simply steal two sedatives in the hospital and find a hotel to give myself a shot, Alex, who had also just finished making a phone call, came to the hospital with a suspicious expression. Fucked Jack.
"Professor Cahill just called me and she said you might need some help."
(End of Chapter)