The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 43 Arrest ([-])

Under the surprised eyes of everyone present, Jack took two steps forward and put the Glock 22 back into the holster on his waist.

"Hey, newcomer, what do you want to do, if you take a step forward, I'm going to start."

The former banker's expression was a little flustered, his eyes drifted to the left and right, as if he didn't know what tricks these policemen were going to play.

Jack ignored him, and took out a big one from the underarm holster. The python with a 6-inch barrel was quite intimidating. Looking at the black and thick one pointing at his head, the former banker couldn't help turning pale.

Jack broke the hammer of the python revolver to the ready state, and then said impatiently.

"I'll just tell you two things. First, in order to catch you bastards, everyone present didn't have lunch. Now it's past dinner time, and we're all very upset."

"Secondly, this country has never compromised in hostage-taking incidents. If you kill your Aunt Sally, you will be immediately turned into a hornet's nest."

"Finally, besides the old rookie, this young female police officer" he gestured to Hannah.

"It's the shooting champion of the LAPD Police Department for two consecutive years, and that." He gestured to Neila Harper on the other side of the room.

"Used to be an excellent undercover officer who single-handedly took out an entire Mexican drug cartel."

"As for me" Jack paused, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"I have just been a policeman for 4 months, and I don't have many opportunities to shoot. I have only killed four or five bad guys so far, so I plan to try this big guy with a .357 caliber."

"In this way, I can guarantee that before you pull this rope in your hand, it only takes 0.1 seconds to blast through your face, let a 9mm diameter bullet penetrate your skull, crush your brainstem, maybe even Can save your Aunt Sally."

The voice of former banker Caleb Yost began to tremble, and the sweat on his forehead washed away his face covered with black and gray, which looked a bit funny.

"You are bluffing me. You... dare not shoot. If Aunt Sally dies, you will be in big trouble. Also, you clearly said three points."

Jack shook the python revolver in his hand and rolled his eyes: "It seems that you are not too stupid, it is three o'clock."

Then he looked at John, "Tell him if I dare to shoot, what trouble will I have if the hostage dies?"

As a talker expert, John's level of flattery is obviously not too bad. He tilted his head and frowned in thought, and asked Neila Harper on the opposite side with an unsure look.

"Write two more reports? Instructor, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right." Nila Harper replied angrily.

Hannah interjected unwillingly: "Leave it to me. I basically wrote Jack's previous reports."

Seeing that all the police officers present looked indifferent, the old woman who was the hostage whined in horror.

Jack glanced at her without any fluctuations in his expression. He set up his shooting posture and said, "Now I'll count to three, surrender or die!"

Seeing this, the others stepped forward one after another, pointing their guns at Caleb Yost.

"1."

"Don't kill me, I surrender." The former banker quickly untied the rope in his hands and raised his hands.

John quickly stepped forward to control this guy, and on the other side, Nila Harper stepped forward quickly, cut the tape on the hostage's shoulder with a knife, and removed the shotgun on it.

Jack let out a long breath, and put away the python revolver.

"John, I'll leave it to you. Tim is still waiting for us."

John was putting handcuffs on Caleb Yost, turned around and said it was okay, then suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Is what you just said true? If he doesn't surrender, he will shoot."

Jack pointed to the stack of American knives on the ground and asked him, "How much do you think there are here?"

John looked puzzled: "5W? No more than 8W."

"The FBI said he hid at least millions of dollars in funds. Do you think he would fight to the death for this cash? I have only seen bankers who went bankrupt and jumped off buildings. He is obviously not."

Jack shrugged, and walked out of the house with Hannah after speaking.

Hannah still seemed to have some doubts: "Aren't you afraid that if he doesn't get bluffed by you?"

Jack started off with a fire, with an expression that even you don't know me.

"I was less than 5 meters away from him at that time. Don't you know the power of the .357 Magnum bullet? At such a short distance, I can break the rope and a few of his fingers together, without injuring the hostage at all."

At this time, Zoe's call came from the intercom. Tim and Lucy were blocked at the informant's house. A large number of gangsters with guns gathered outside, and the situation could escalate at any time.

Jack signaled Hannah to sit still, turned on the siren, and slammed on the gas pedal, causing the tires to rub against the ground and make a sharp whistle.

Because the hostage incident was dealt with too quickly, along the way, the police cars that had originally been reinforced here joined in with their sirens, and even SWAT armored explosion-proof vehicles joined in, and a long convoy soon formed.

Hannah's complexion was a little unhappy. The bigger the battle, the more dangerous Tim and Lucy's situation was.

Jack also remained silent. This is the biggest problem with the American drama unit. He just roughly remembered some long-term plots throughout the season, such as the Latin American drug dealer Sister Huo that he will meet in the future, or which important characters will leave the scene.

But when it comes to some specific plots in a certain episode, I really can't recall them. Besides, because of his appearance now, the plots have changed beyond recognition. Who knows if there will be some accidents due to the butterfly effect.

After staying with these kind people for a long time, no matter how dissatisfied he is with the society as a whole in the beautiful country, he still inevitably invests his emotions in some individuals. With this anxiety, Jack almost stepped on the gas pedal to death.

"Are you serious? You almost killed me?"

Tim supported his old waist with one hand, and looked at Jack in the driver's seat with an unfriendly expression. Just now, Jack drove the police car to speed up, and a drift almost sent him flying with the car's buttocks.

"I see that you have drawn your gun, and there are so many gunmen standing in front of you, so you are worried about accidents."

Jack opened the car door with a hippie smile. Just now, the system reminded him that his driving skills had broken through to proficiency.

Very dissatisfied that this guy ruined his highlight moment of confronting the group of murderers alone, Tim snorted, turned and continued to point his gun at the gang members who were surrounded by policemen in front of him and announced loudly: "You have been arrested."

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Lucy walked out of the house behind him with gangster kid Max Gibson. Jack took a special look at it. The real person looks like this, and he doesn't know how to hook up with the sister-in-law. Does it all depend on technology?
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