The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 21 Shotgun
When Jack, Angela and Hannah rushed to Room 365 on the third floor, the place was already in a mess. A big hole was dug out in the plasterboard partition wall on the right side of the door, through which the drug dealer walked into the bedroom, revealing West was shot in the chest and fell to the ground, dead or alive. Two strong men wrestled with Tim. On the sofa in the living room, a Latino woman shivered while holding a newborn baby.

Jack was worried about accidental injury, so he didn't dare to shoot. He was about to draw out his baton and stepped forward. Behind him, Angela and Hannah took out a Taser and stepped forward, skillfully stunning the two strong men.

"Lucy!" Tim, with a bruised nose and swollen face, didn't bother to get up, and crawled up to the fallen Lucy, tearing off the body armor on her chest.

"Ahem. I'm fine." Lucy, who regained consciousness, let out a violent cough, and pulled out a bulletproof plate from his chest, with a deformed bullet inlaid on it.

"Vance Marcus ran away, and he admitted that he was the murderer who hurt my wife." Seeing that Lucy was fine, Tim picked up the pistol from the ground and rushed out the door. Jack was worried that something might happen to him, and followed him out .

"Officer Bradford, don't worry. Marcus can't escape. The reinforcements downstairs have arrived." Jack, who was following Tim, tried to calm him down. Now that the situation has reversed, his side is sure to win, so he must be more careful. The opponent's counterattack.

I was really afraid of something. Tim just rushed to the other side of the stairs and looked down. A shuttle of bullets flew past his scalp, and the bullets formed a dangerous ricochet on the hard wall. This guy is crazy Completely ignoring the bullets, taking advantage of the opponent's time to change the magazine, he jumped over the handrail, jumped from the third floor to the stairs on the second floor, and pulled it at Marcus who was trying to change the magazine for the Uzi submachine gun in his hand. trigger.

At this moment, Tim made a mistake. He forgot to check the remaining bullets after picking up his gun just now. The first bullet hit the body armor on Marcus's chest, knocking him back two steps, trying to When it was time to pull the trigger again, his Glock stalled.

Seeing that Marcus had picked up the loaded Uzi and was about to kill Tim, Jack stumbled over and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Six powerful .6 Magnums directly penetrated the body armor, and the cavity effect was in the Six fist-sized shooting wounds were left behind.

"Fakyu Bradford, you almost killed us both." Jack fell in the middle of the stairs, blood gushing from his calf.

The shuttle bullet missed Tim, but bounced off the wall, and one of them hit Jack's right calf behind him. Fortunately, because of the angle, it missed the leg bone and stayed in the calf muscle.

Seeing this, Tim hurriedly took out the tourniquet from the first aid kit at his waist and tied it under the knee of Jack's right leg, with a guilty expression on his face. He was indeed dazzled by hatred just now. This is not what a veteran should do: "I'm sorry kid , it was my fault, thank you."

Jack didn't care too much. Seeing Zoe in uniform and body armor and the black-faced superintendent appearing at the corridor entrance, followed by a group of SWAT and police colleagues, he breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over.

"Jack." Seeing that he was shot in the calf and fell to the ground, Zooey was so anxious that she wanted to push Tim away and come forward to check for herself.

"Superintendent Anderson, I'm fine. I don't think I've hurt any bones. Have you found Officer Bishop? She's seriously injured." Jack deliberately emphasized his address in order to remind her.

Zoe also realized that she had lost her composure. The relationship between her and Jack must not be exposed, otherwise not only Jack's future would be ruined, but her family's plan for her career in politics would also suffer a devastating blow.

"Bishop has been taken to the Central Hospital by the ambulance, is anyone else injured upstairs?"

"Lucy was shot in the chest, but it was blocked by the bulletproof vest. She should be fine. There is a pregnant woman and a baby upstairs who have just given birth to you. I will send Jack to the hospital first." Tim said Put one of Jack's arms around your neck and help him stand on one foot.

Zooey's eyes were still full of concern, and she nodded: "I will come to the hospital to see you later."
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When there was a clatter, a .[-] bullet from the Uzi submachine gun lay intact in the stainless steel tray. Gray put down the tweezers. Although she couldn't see her face clearly with the mask on, she was smiling.

"Little Jack, you are lucky. The bullet penetrated less than two centimeters into the flesh, and you don't need sutures. Leaving an incision to drain the pus will heal faster. You can walk on the ground in about a week."

Because the injury on the leg does not require general anesthesia, Jack is conscious at this time, and he is trying his best to suppress the damn aftereffects. Hearing this, he forced a smile on his face: "Thank you, Dr. Gray, my luck has always been good, you know of."

Gray skillfully bandaged the wound, and even tied a bow on it mischievously. She deliberately leaned in front of him and patted his handsome face, so close that Jack could even feel her breath through her mask.

"You can leave the hospital tomorrow. Remember to come back to me for a change of medicine after three days. It's an extra service."

The nurse on the side giggled like an old hen: "Why don't you just let him stay in the hospital for two more days, and I can arrange him in the separate ward where you take your daily lunch break, so that no one will disturb you."

If he hadn't watched the medical drama for a few seasons, Jack really wouldn't mind having something to do with Grey. After all, this heroine is also a rare beauty, and now he is gradually starting to attack due to sequelae, and his mind is full of fuck and kill.

But he was genuinely frightened by the chaotic private lives of these surgeons. It seems that the editors of such long-lived American dramas have brains only as big as almonds.

When Gray pushed Jack in the wheelchair out of the operating room, the police officers waiting outside stood up and applauded with smiles on their faces. Of course, the applause was not for Dr. Gray who just had a minor operation.

"Okay, I'll return the hero to you intact." Gray waved goodbye.

"Hey, well done, I heard everything about today, you did a great job today, uh, yesterday too, I haven't had time to thank you for saving me yesterday."

John, who was also in a wheelchair, congratulated Jack first. The woman who pushed the wheelchair for him was a female doctor that Jack had never seen. She looked about the same age as John, but she still had a charm. Jack noticed that there was something in her eyes looking at John. Can't tell what it means.

Before Jack could speak, Hannah rushed up and hugged him, and kissed him hard on the face: "Without you and Angela today, Talia and I might not be able to survive today."

(End of this chapter)