The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 209 The Tragedy
Hotchina looked like an administrative bureaucrat, but his fighting power was not weak. Seeing the shooter retreating back and forth, Jack silently gave a thumbs up. At least four or five bullets hit the torso.

The heavily armed gunman was beaten half a step back, but apparently the 0.40in Smith & Wesson pistol bullets were not enough to penetrate his tortoise shell.

Although caught off guard, the gunman still fiercely tried to raise the AR-15 again and pointed the gun at Hotchner.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. As the muzzle of the AR-15 was slowly raised, Hotchner's heartbeat became faster and faster, and his pupils gradually shrank into a small hole.

The shouts and screams around him seemed to fade away, but he was still pulling the trigger desperately, but his heart was full of despair.

He could only watch helplessly as the black muzzle of the rifle was gradually aimed at him, as if he had foreseen that in the next second, he would be sieved by the bullets pouring down like a rainstorm.

Finally, out of the corner of Hotchner's eyes, a figure suddenly appeared. He seemed to have been standing at the back of the pickup truck, but he had just been discovered.

Under the gaze of everyone at the scene, Jack held the mighty hand cannon in both hands and pointed at the startled shooter.

"boom!"

The first shot was fired, and the narrow observation window of the level 4 bulletproof helmet shattered, with red and white splashing inside.

"boom!"

The second shot was fired, piercing the shooter's jaw, which had been exposed as he had been shot back in the head.

"Bang bang. bang. bang. bang."

The bullet holes extended all the way down along with the gunman's body that fell backwards. The last shot hit the moment, and the body that fell heavily on the ground also jumped for the last time.

Everything seemed to be back to normal in an instant. The deafening gunshot of Jack's FK7.5 seemed to have just reached his ears, and at the same time brought back all kinds of noises from the scene.

Hearing the sound of the siren in the distance, Hotchner felt that at that moment just now, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and took a few hard and difficult breaths before finally allowing his lungs to touch the air again.

"Are you okay?" Jack's loud call brought Hotchner back to reality.

He put his Glock back into the holster first, and with one hand free, he loosened the tie vigorously, finally making himself feel better.

"You bloody bastard, you said that you only need to help me buy a second!"

After blurting out the swear words, Hotchner realized that his voice had changed a little due to nervousness.

"I didn't expect you to be so fierce."

Jack casually replied, first replaced the empty FK7.5 with a spare magazine, then bent down to pick up the unfinished cup of coffee and took a sip to moisten his dry throat due to nervousness.

Then he walked unhurriedly to the gunman's body, and kicked away the weapon on the ground.

The yellow and white matter flowed down the helmet, and it was certain that it was dead beyond belief.

"LAPD, put down your weapons."

"Raise your hand."

Accompanied by the sound of rapid braking, a group of police officers surrounded him. Hearing a few familiar voices, Jack held the coffee cup in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, raised it high, and then slowly turned around.

"Hey, folks, guys."

"Damn it, why is it you, Jack."

Tim, who became a superintendent but still took the lead, put down his gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

John, who was originally nervous, stepped forward and patted Jack on the shoulder, his eyes swept over his body, and he was also relieved.

"Are you all right buddy?"

"I'm fine, but things are not going well inside."

Jack pointed to the inside of the gate of the shopping mall, where there were civilians lying all over the floor in disorder, and some of them could still wail, but those who had just been shot before were basically sure that no less than seven or eight died.

The area near the gate of the shopping mall was quickly blocked by seven or eight ambulances roaring in, but they still couldn't hold all the wounded at once. Fortunately, the Central Hospital was 200 meters away, and soon there were medical staff pushing stretchers directly. The bed is coming.

Police officers from the Wilshire Police Department quickly sealed off the scene. After confirming that the gunman had no accomplices, many people, with tears in their eyes, followed the bloodstains to look for the wounded who were hiding because of fear.

The gunman committed the crime in just a few minutes, but caused extremely heavy casualties. No less than 20 civilians were killed or injured, including a gray-haired old security guard who was a retired police officer in his 60s.

When the gunman entered the men's bathroom, changed into full gear and came out to shoot at the crowd, the old policeman's Glock 17 fired at least three shots and hit two shots, but they were all blocked by the ceramic inserts of the body armor.

Jack crouched next to the old policeman's body, seeing that the healing technique he photographed had no effect, so he reached out his hand to close his angry eyes with regret.

"I know him, old Jim, his daughter has just enrolled in the University of San Francisco, last time I was drinking at the police bar, I heard him complaining to his friends that his daughter's tuition is too expensive, I didn't expect it."

John said sadly.

"When you donate money later, remember to count me in." Jack stood up and sighed.

There were hurried footsteps beside him, and Hannah, wearing a bulletproof vest with the three yellow letters of FBI on it, rushed in front of several people and nervously checked Jack's whole body.

"I'm fine, the gunman walked out of the gate before he could shoot and we shot him dead."

Jack took her hand and comforted her softly.

"Has the identity of the murderer been found?"

"Mauricio Novak, 29, joined the Army in 08 after graduating from high school, but was forced to retire three months later due to physical and mental health reasons."

Hotchner had regained his composure at this time, and put on that poker face again, only his fingers, which turned white from pinching the phone tightly, betrayed his inner emotions.

"The FBI found his driver's license in his pocket. Garcia was flipping through his social accounts and preliminarily judged that he was a new NC member. He was covered with tattoos such as anti swastikas and double lightning bolts."

At this time, a female emergency nurse not far away cried and ran out, and several police officers on the side sighed and shook their heads.

Jia Lisi, who is the director of the emergency department of the Central Hospital, also walked over with red and swollen eyes, and John hugged her with some concern and comforted her softly.

"A family of four, the father, mother and the youngest son died on the spot, and only the older son still had vital signs."

"Among the victims were two little girls who were less than ten years old. They should be sisters." Jialisi's words made everyone at the scene fall into silence.

Several male police officers also cursed in a low voice and walked out quickly.

"You two need to get out of here as soon as possible, the news reporters are already blocking the outside."

Tim walked over quickly, looking a little anxious. Hannah took off her hat with the FBI letters on it and put it on Jack's head.

Tim took John and several LAPD officers and escorted Jack and Hotchner away from the crime scene through the side entrance of the mall.

　Exhausted, I finally got out and went to sleep.

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(End of this chapter)