Chapter 1205 Overly Cautious Jack
Wearing a black suit, even his shirt and tie were dark, Jack walked through the crowd as quickly as a panther, but his voice seemed to be left in place, "Danny, outflank at two o'clock, Esposito at ten o'clock Zhong, others protect women and children!”
Not only did Superintendent Montgomery's widow and two daughters come to attend the funeral, but also Cassell's baby daughter Alexis and mother Martha.
When the sound reached everyone's ears, Jack had already rushed out of the funeral procession. The two people behind him who had received the order did not hesitate at all. They ran after him and quickly caught up with them from both sides.
The reason why he was caught up by the two men was not because Jack ran slowly, nor because the complex terrain of the cemetery restricted his performance, but because after he left the crowd, he began to use shooting while moving to move forward quickly.
The legs alternate rapidly at a pace similar to that of a walking race, the upper body above the waist is almost completely motionless, and the gun is held straight with both hands, forming a relatively stable shooting posture.
The summer sun was still dazzling even in the early morning. Continuous gunshots rang out in the cemetery, but the gunman hiding high in the hills never had the chance to fire a second shot.
Jack has always used the big FK7.5 as his backup gun without feeling cumbersome, not only because the special armor-piercing bullets equipped with this gun can effectively penetrate most common styles of bulletproof vests at a distance of 20 meters, but also because of its Far beyond the effective range of ordinary pistols.
At a distance of more than 200 meters without any cover, "charging" directly at a sniper with a pistol raised seemed to be an extremely stupid thing, but Jack did it.
It only took him less than 5 seconds to rush out of the funeral procession, and before anyone could react, he closed the distance between himself and the gunman to within 150 meters.
After that, only the continuous gunshots of FK7.5 were left in the cemetery. The bullets kept falling within a range of about two or three meters around a certain tombstone in the distance. As the impact point was corrected and the distance was shortened, this range Still shrinking.
At this time, only more than half a minute had passed since the gunman fired his first shot, but within this more than half a minute, the opponent's mentality experienced a roller coaster-like ups and downs.
From the accidental exposure and hasty shooting at the beginning, to trying to aim at Beckett for a second shot, to being shocked to find that someone dared to charge straight at him at this distance, to when he tried to aim at Jack and wanted to kill him. Escape.
After the corner of his eye was cracked by a piece of gravel, the gunman finally realized that the situation was not good and wanted to run away directly. However, the stone chips that kept exploding from the tombstone in front of him and the bullet holes that appeared at his feet reminded him, so he turned around and ran away. Not a good idea at all.
Jack's shooting speed was not very fast. He basically kept suppressing shooting at a rate of one or two seconds. However, the speed at which he changed the magazine prevented the gunman behind the tombstone from feeling any abnormal pause.
Finally, after more than a minute of continuous gunfire, Danny and Esposito, who arrived first, had completed the outflanking from the left and right sides.
"Surrender, you have no chance." Jack was still nearly 40 meters away from the gunman, and at this distance, the opponent had no chance.
Along the way, he emptied two spare magazines with a total of 45 rounds of ammunition. The FK7.5 was already empty and hung up, but this was no longer important. His sidearm, Sig Sauer P320-XTen, had also entered the effective range.
"I surrender!" Seeing two NYPD officers blocking his escape route, a burly man wearing a cemetery administrator's uniform appeared from behind the tombstone with his hands raised, his eyes fixed on Jack as he slowly approached. Looking like a monster.
"Who are you?"
"FBI, you're under arrest. Just don't move unless you want me to blow your head off." Jack's gun seemed to be locked, firmly aimed at his head.
Danny, who was out of breath from running, took a few deep breaths, then carefully stepped forward and took out the handcuffs and cuffed him. Not long after, the NYPD officers attending the funeral gathered around. Beckett was about to rush forward when Cassel grabbed him and shook his head slightly, indicating to her that this was not the place to ask questions.
Although they still don't know the true identity of the person behind the scenes, since Jack made it clear last night that he would use unconventional means to solve the matter, there is no need to make it known to everyone.
"Is everyone okay?" Jack looked at Beckett.
"No one was injured." The female police detective rubbed her shoulders. Although Cassel's flying dive was very handsome and made her heartbeat, the feeling of being pressed on the grass by a 1.87 meter tall man was not pleasant.
"How to deal with this guy?" Danny was also an insider and had a rough idea of what was going on from his father, so he asked Jack directly for his opinion.
"Leave it to me."
Jack picked up an M110A1 sniper rifle painted in desert color from the ground next to the tombstone. After noticing that the gun number on it had not been erased, he took a photo and sent it to Alice.
This gun will be regarded as a derivative of the US military's standard sniper rifle M110 just by looking at the model. In fact, the two have nothing to do with each other.
The M110A1 can be directly regarded as the US military version of the G28E, which is not much different from the one commonly used by Hannah.
The unexpectedly interrupted funeral ended hastily under the watchful eyes of hundreds of NYPD police officers. When Superintendent Montgomery's coffin was covered with soil, an armored vehicle driven by the NYPD's SWAT unit-ESU arrived at the cemetery.
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The gunman with his head covered was put in heavy shackles and pushed into the armored vehicle. Then two Saberbans dispatched by the FBI New York office also joined the escort convoy.
Then the guests who came to attend the funeral dispersed, and the last person to leave was the black Lincoln funeral car. However, the car's driving route was a bit strange. After leaving the cemetery, it drove straight onto Interstate 495 leading to Long Island. highway.
"Isn't this a bit too cautious?" Cassel asked aggrievedly as he was squeezed into a corner because there were too many people in the car.
"Although we all know that the man behind the scenes has a lot of background, but attacking the NYPD SWAT escort vehicle? Come on, this is not a movie."
Jack, who was looking through the messages on his phone, did not immediately refute his words. Instead, he raised his phone and put the photos on it in front of the gunman who had remained silent so far for comparison.
"The serial number on the M110A1 sniper rifle showed that its owner was Martin Horst, an Army Ranger who was killed in an operation seven years ago. His body was later recovered, but the whereabouts of the gun have since been unknown. ”
The photo shows a young Latino with a flat nose, thick lips, and black curly hair.
The gunman who was firmly sandwiched between Danny and Esposito was a white man with brown hair and a high nose. Although he also had a military temperament, his appearance was completely different.
(End of chapter)