The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 31
Jack was a little dumbfounded by Hannah's actions, and reached out to brush the hair sticking to her lips behind her ears, and nodded.

"Honestly, I'm curious what method Tim plans to use to avoid this little thing." While speaking, he opened the law enforcement recorder on his chest.

The two police cars turned off their engines and stopped at the corner more than 200 meters away from the hut to prevent detection.

The four people who got out of the car all held long guns and crouched in the woods more than 50 meters southeast of the cabin. This time the shotgun was in Hannah's hands, and she would be responsible for breaking the door later.

Just when Tim was about to give the order to move forward, the door of the cabin suddenly opened. A burly white man was bare-chested, with a tattooed arm holding an ax in his right hand, and adjusting the belt around his waist with his left hand, swaying 's walked out.

As the door opened, the crying and pleading of a girl could be faintly heard inside, and Tim took out a small telescope.

"It is confirmed that the suspect is Angus Lucius. He has a sawed-off Remington shotgun in his back and a pistol at his waist."

The suspect Lucius turned to the back of the house with an ax and disappeared from the sight of the four. After a while, the sound of splitting wood came from behind the house.

Tim lowered the volume of the intercom and reported to the command center: "We found the suspect Angus Lucius in Kenneth Hahn State Park. The location has been marked. Please send reinforcements immediately. The suspect has multiple weapons and is extremely dangerous. There are hostages in the house, we may need an ambulance."

Then he turned around and said in a low voice: "The suspect and the hostage are separated. Now is a good opportunity. Jack and I went around the back of the house to deal with the suspect. John and Hannah entered the house to control the hostage and ensure safety."

The other three nodded and followed Tim Mao to the cabin.

The four touched the door of the cabin, and Tim waved his hand to signal John and Hannah to enter the room, then leaned against the wooden wall, put the M16 against his shoulder, and prepared to turn to the back of the house.

Jack, who was following behind, held his breath and concentrated. His mental strength had recently risen a little after breaking through 20. His five keen senses made him feel that something was wrong, and the sound of splitting wood from the back of the room suddenly disappeared.

Jack's heart shuddered, and before he could remind Tim, an ax fell on the barrel of the M16 that Tim had just stretched around the corner.

Tim's reaction was not slow either. Almost as soon as he let go of the rifle in his hand, he rushed forward and wrestled with Lucius.

Standing at the corner, Jack was about to take a step forward and raised his gun to threaten the other party to surrender. Unexpectedly, after Lucius found more than one person on the opposite side, he let go of the ax that was firmly held by Tim, and kicked Tim with a flying kick. To Jack, then turned and ran.

Remington, who pulled out his lower back while running, fired at the two of them indiscriminately. After emptying the bullet, he threw the gun away and burrowed into the dense forest.

On the other side, Jack reacted very quickly. When Tim was kicked and blocked his gun line, he raised the muzzle of the gun immediately, and grabbed his tactical vest with his left hand.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, the suspect Lucius pulled out the Remington, twisted his waist, turned back 180 degrees, grabbed Tim's left hand and threw him behind the corner of the cabin.

At the same time, he also dodged and turned into the corner, and pressed Tim between his body and the outer wall of the wooden house in a very funny posture. Almost at the same time, the shotgun steel balls shot at the corner of the wooden house, and sawdust flew everywhere.

"You can let me go." Tim was almost crushed by Jack's brute force on the wall of the wooden house. He groaned in pain and turned around to meet his eyes.

At the same time, the two found that the current posture that resembled Bidong was very unsightly, they were taken aback for a moment, and said in unison: "This matter must not be revealed."

From the window on the side of the wooden house, Hannah happened to poke her head out. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Do you need help?"

"No, the two of us are tracking the suspect, you protect the hostages and wait for reinforcements."

After Tim finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the pistol angrily. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His elbow brushed against Jack's chest with such force that he knocked out his law enforcement recorder directly.

Jack was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pick it up stupidly. He looked at Tim's chest and found that his body camera had also fallen off due to the previous scuffle or other reasons.

It's really old and cunning, and I have learned it.

Following Tim into the dense forest, Jack regretted taking the M16. Although his current physical strength estimated that even if he held Hannah, Tim would not be able to get rid of him within a kilometer or two.

But carrying a rifle in the woods is too much of a hindrance, Jack simply turned off the safety, put the M16 on his back, pulled out the Glock, and watched the trampled dead branches and leaves on the ground while paying attention to the wind and grass around him.

The two chased for less than 10 minutes, and Tim stopped suddenly, raised his pistol and shouted loudly: "Hands up, Lucius, you have nowhere to run."

Jack flashed out from behind him, using the cover of a big tree on the right, aimed at a figure 10 meters away.

Directly in front is a low cliff, a small stream flows over it, dripping down from the cliff, forming a misty pool.

The suspect Lucius stared blankly for a while with his back turned to the two, then threw the M1911 in his hand at his feet, turned around, knelt on the ground with a strange smile on his face, and held his head in his hands.

Tim stopped where he was, and signaled Jack to pay attention to the people coming from behind with his eyes. Jack understood, took a few steps back, and disappeared behind the bushes. In fact, he did not go far. Behind the bushes that Lucius could not see, he was firmly Locked him with a gun, and kept an eye on the surrounding movement at the same time.

Seeing Tim pointing the gun at himself with cold eyes, with no intention of stepping forward, the smile on Lucius' face was a little stiff, and when he saw Jack retreat and disappear, his expression became a little panicked.

"I've put the gun down, what do you want to do?"

Tim's tone was as cold as his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a cruel arc: "Pick up your gun, private class-Angus Lucius."

Lucius was even more panicked, and began to wave his hands frantically: "No, you can't do this, I have put down the gun, arrest me, you are a policeman."

A growl from Tim cut him off: "We were all once honorable maruns, and what you've done has tarnished our reputation, and now I order you, soldier, to take up arms."

Lucius looked at the pistol on the ground, and his body began to tremble involuntarily: "No, please, I'm already retired, I have PTSD, don't. You can't do this."

Tim was unmoved, and it seemed that Lucius' cowardice aroused his anger even more: "You only have two choices now, either pick up the guy on the ground and shoot yourself in the head, or be shot by me die."

After speaking, he spit on the ground.

Lucius was so frightened that he burst into tears, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)