The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 19 Bronson Building ([-])

"Haha, I just can't imagine how you would pull out this pistol when you need to use it." Now that he knew Angela very well, Jack joked without scruples.

Beretta 950 is very cute in shape. This miniature pistol is almost a self-defense weapon for women, which is too inconsistent with the girl's usual image of a strong woman.

"If you like it, I don't mind if you exchange that python with me, and I will naturally teach you how to draw a gun." Angela shook her chest indifferently, not treating Jack as an outsider at all.

"Maybe I'll borrow it from you when I put on the skirt someday." Jack didn't know what kind of FLAG he had set up, and he responded humorously.

Three police cars drove into the parking lot of the building one by one. Six police officers got out of the car and reorganized their equipment. Tim threw a bulletproof plate to Lucy and signaled her to equip it.Seeing that everyone looked like they were facing an enemy, the girl was obviously a little confused.

"Is it really worth such a big battle?" Lucy asked doubtfully as she struggled to insert the plate into the body armor.

Tim asked her with a serious face: "Do you know why people call this place [Bronson Building]?"

"Isn't it built by a man named Bronson?"

Angela on the side also stuffed the bulletproof plate, looked at Jack who was stuffed with a revolver loader at his waist, and looked at the naive Lucy, shook her head secretly, and explained: "No, you've seen that movie from the 70s. Is it the old movie "The Raptors"? It was filmed based on the story here, and the main character is Charles Bronson, so for a long time, the police who dare to come here to police will be regarded as the protagonist in the movie."

"Bruce Willis starred in the remake of this movie this year. You can watch it. It's a good action movie." Tim shrugged and closed the trunk of the police car.

6 people left the parking lot and walked towards the entrance of the building. Tim, the oldest person, arranged the division of labor: "Chen (Lucy) and I checked from the third floor, Stephens (Hannah) and (Talia) Bishop In charge of the second floor, Tavole (Jack) and Lopez (Angela) check the first floor, maintain radio contact, always be alert."

"Is our interrogation really useful?" Jack couldn't help asking his soul, knocking on the doors of five or six residents in a row, either seeing the police closing the door directly or staring at him without saying a word, they didn't The search warrant, this building is basically inhabited by low-income groups who are full of resistance to the police, which makes people have no temper at all.

Angela rolled her eyes and signaled him to continue. She had no other choice but to hope that the blind cat would run into a dead mouse.

It didn't take long before a call came from the intercom. Lucy and Tim found Sesaiah Olivo, the mistress of drug dealer Vance Marcus, in room 365 on the third floor. Angela breathed a sigh of relief. As he was about to walk towards the elevator, Jack's nerves began to tense, and he touched the Glock on his waist with one hand. He knew that things would not be that simple.

Sure enough, before Angela's hand touched the elevator button, there was a burst of intense gunfire from upstairs, the sound of an automatic rifle firing, mixed with the crisp sound of Glock returning fire.

Jack's heart tightened, the gunshot was very clear, it came from the second floor, Hannah and Bishop were in danger.

Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and called, "Hannah, we heard gunshots. What's the situation on your side?" There was only a messy electronic whistle on the walkie-talkie, but no one answered. She thought the walkie-talkie was broken, and turned to look at Jack.

"The radio is blocked, and the mobile phone has no signal." Jack shook his head while holding the mobile phone.

"Fack, the firepower from above is too strong, let's go up the stairs to support." Angela immediately took out her pistol, and now using the elevator is a living target if someone blocks the door.

The two of them had just turned around the corridor, and seeing the entrance of the stairs was in front of them, Angela, who was leading the way, was dragged back by Jack: "Be careful." Before the words fell, two figures appeared in the opposite porch, and a shuttle of bullets swept across the corner of the wall. Stimulate large flakes of concrete debris.

Jack's adrenaline began to secrete from the sound of gunfire upstairs. With his high concentration, every plant and tree in the surrounding environment was within his observation range. When he just turned the corner, he was keenly aware of the opposite porch. There was something wrong with the light and shadow. It was obvious that there were two people ambushing around the corridor, and they decisively rescued Angela.

After a burst of intense gunshots, there was a crisp metal impact from the firing pin hitting the air from the opposite side. Jack leaned out decisively and fired five or six shots in a row.

"Fack, they have body armor." Jack couldn't help but swear, the opponent also had body armor, and he shot too accurately, and several bullets hit the opponent's chest. The opponent was still trying to change the magazine for the Uzi submachine gun in his hand.

Fortunately, Angela, who was squatting on the ground, probed the gun in time and sent him away with a shot between the eyebrows. The other gangster who followed behind saw his companion was shot dead, screamed in horror, pulled the trigger desperately, and retreated. , attempting to return to the starting position, relying on the porch for cover.

The rate of fire of the Uzi submachine gun is extremely terrifying, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage. This gangster is obviously inexperienced, and the remaining bullets were emptied in less than two seconds after the trigger was pulled.Jack and Angela went up and down and shot at the same time, knocking him down at the corner of the corridor.

"Reload." Jack withdrew the three-round magazine and stuffed it back into the tactical vest, and replaced it with a new magazine, while Angela kept the shooting position for cover.

After changing the magazine, Jack, who was just about to probe, was pulled back by Angela this time. With a bang, several steel balls brushed past his cheeks, and an irregular semicircle of steel balls appeared on the wall behind him. He broke out in a cold sweat, the gangsters actually had reinforcements.

Angela blindly fired a magazine with the gun in her left hand, and then pulled Jack back: "We have to find a way to get out of the corridor, there is more than one shotgun across the way."

Jack nodded, it was too scary to shoot a shotgun in the corridor, and the body armor couldn't protect the head, limbs and lower body.He immediately turned around and groped towards the other end of the corridor.

There are many rooms on each floor of this building, and the corridor is also like a labyrinth with seven turns and eight turns. The two carefully turned a few turns with alternate cover, and temporarily got rid of the pursuers.

"Cover me." Angela squatted at the door of a room at the end of the corridor, took out two small wire-like tools from her body, and began to fiddle with the door lock.

"You still have this skill? When will you teach me?" Jack opened his eyes. The old American policeman is really versatile.

"Let's get out of here alive first." Angela quickly opened the door, and the two entered the room. Just as Jack gently closed the door, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor.

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