The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 299 Empty the magazine
"What's the matter?" The tattered door was pulled open, and a skinny guy with acne staggeringly appeared at the door.

"We're looking for Chip Hansen, is he there?" The old sheriff looked at the thin and haggard poisonous insect in front of him with an unkind expression.

The poisonous insect's eyes were blurred, and the two who watched without saying a word did not even notice Jack who was not far away, and it took a long time to focus his eyes.

"I don't know, buddy." He replied vaguely, making people feel that he might not have listened carefully to the question until he found Jane next to the old sheriff.

"Who are you Fake?" The poisonous insect's eyes suddenly lit up, looking up and down the girl with an extremely silver and evil gaze.

Jane cursed unceremoniously, "I'm the FBI, idiot, are you Sam?"

"No." The guy stared blankly at Jane, a little out of his mind, and didn't know what kind of fantasy he had fallen into.

"Are you over the top again Sam?" The old sheriff only felt a headache, "How many times have I caught you in jail?"

"Ah, it's you, Sheriff, what's the matter?" Poisonous Sam was stunned, as if he had just recognized someone.

"Do you remember where your brother is?" asked the old sheriff.

Poisonous Sam looked up at the sky, as if he was trying to think hard, and it took him a long time to wake up like a dream.

"He's in prison, you caught him in."

"What? Didn't he get paroled?" The old sheriff smiled and turned to Jane and said, "Wow, look, the local justice system works pretty well."

"Well, you reminded me that my parole officer asked me to bring you something."

The poisonous Sam said he was searching for the body, and he muttered while searching, "Oh, I found it. It's here"

Before the old sheriff could react, Jane was already alert, "Wait, let me see your hands let me see"

On the other side, Jack had already pulled out the Glock, but he saw a burst of spray spurting from Sam's waist, spraying the old sheriff and Jane standing in front of him.

"what"

The two of them were sprayed with pepper spray and screamed. On the other side, Jack saw the guy escaping back into the house, but he put away his pistol, grabbed two balls of clean snow from the ground, held back his laughter, and hurried over. In front of the two of them.

"Ah Falk cough cough"

The two coughed desperately, bent and knelt in the snow, coughing out of breath.

"Don't open your eyes." Jack supported the old sheriff who was closest to him, and rubbed the snowball on his face vigorously to help him relieve the pain.

"Help me." Jane next to her with snot and tears on her face pulled Jack's arm hard, like a fish that was thrown ashore and lacked oxygen.

A certain person didn't give her a healing technique sympathetically, the pain lasted longer, and the lesson could be remembered longer.

Also sent a snowball to wipe her face, Jack took her gun from Jane, "Stay here and wait for me to come out."

The iron house was leaking from all sides, and the smell was suffocating. Jack followed the stumbling footsteps unhurriedly, walked through a living room, and came to the corridor of the back room.

He could clearly hear the poisonous Sam fleeing into the innermost room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, followed by a clear sound of loading.

Jack stood at one end of the corridor and did not move forward. He glanced around, stretched out his foot to hook an empty wine bottle lying on the wall, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

The empty wine bottle rolled into the middle of the corridor, making a series of noises. The poisonous Sam suddenly rushed out of the room, shot the shotgun in his hand at the place where the sound was made, and then was surprised to find that there was nothing there.

Before he looked up to the end of the corridor,
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Jack emptied the magazine at him without the slightest hesitation, without any sense of guilt for bullying a brain-dead whose brain was almost completely eroded by drugs.

The gunshots continued, and while Jack was shooting, he moved forward, barely finished 15 rounds of bullets, and he also walked in front of the poisonous Sam.

With a "click", the Glock 22 in his hand heard the sound of an empty magazine hanging up. Jack pressed the magazine latch, and the empty magazine slid down in the palm of his left hand. At the same time, a new 15-round magazine was inserted into it.

There is another "click", and the sleeve resets with a slight push of the thumb to release the button. The operation brought by the master-level skills is so smooth.

This is the first time that Jack has seen a "creature" with such tenacious vitality. After receiving 15 rounds of .40IN pistol bullets with his body, he still has a breath.

Poisonous Sam fell down at the end of the corridor, looking at Jack blankly, with puzzlement in his eyes, as if he still didn't understand where this guy in front of him came from.

Jack stretched out his foot and kicked away the shotgun that fell beside him. Safety first, this kind of "elixir" thing can't be understood with common sense. Charge" high-level "zombies".

There were chaotic footsteps behind them, and the swaying old sheriff and Jane walked in supporting each other. Their eyes were red and swollen, and their noses were still running.

"Cory caught two other guys at the back door, let's go." The old sheriff greeted.

"This guy, this guy is still alive, we have to call an ambulance." Jane looked at the poisonous Sam who was still panting, with a somewhat tangled expression.

"This is a reserved area. The ambulance is an hour's drive from here." The old police chief leaned forward and glanced at it expressionlessly, as if looking at a pile of non-burnable garbage.

Jack returned the Glock 22 to Jane, and hypocritically praised, "Good marksmanship, Agent Banner."

Jane glared at him fiercely, took her own gun, wiped the fingerprints on it with her glove, and stuffed it back into her holster.

This head must belong to Jane, and Jack cannot appear in the police report for the time being, otherwise he is likely to be recalled to Los Angeles and face questioning from above.

Although there will be no major troubles, follow-up investigations will not be possible.

The old police chief pretended not to see anything, and walked directly to the back door. At the same time, the poisonous Sam, who was lying on the ground, swallowed his last breath after a few hoo hoo.
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"Are you all right?" Corey Lambert leaned lazily against the back door, holding a Smith & Wesson M686 revolver in his hand.

In the snow in front of him, there were two young men kneeling, already shivering from the cold.

"It's okay." Jane waved her hand and wiped the underside of her nose with her sleeve. Anyway, the image is almost ruined. As long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

"This skinny guy is from the Hansen family." Corey pointed to the guy kneeling on the right, and put away the revolver.

Jack looked at the little bastard in front of him who put on a rebellious look, he was almost useless.

He is obviously a young man under the age of 18, but judging from his appearance, it is believed that he is 35 years old. Compared with the poisonous Sam before, he can only be said to be barely two points more human.

(End of this chapter)