The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 62
Jack raised the speed of the car to 120 kilometers per hour. In his last life, he watched a lot of PIT videos of the US police at Station B, especially the Arkansas State Police series. But now it’s not so pleasant to replace the party with himself .

Now, it's not about overthrowing the other party and it's over. If you really want to overthrow and cause the virus to leak, you can't touch everyone present to perform healing techniques one by one.

Fortunately, the driver on the other side was not a veteran, and there was no sign of defensive driving. The small road leading to the airport in front of him was also very dilapidated, and the speed could not be raised at all. The previous speed had been maintained at about 80 to 90 kilometers per hour.

Perhaps because the airport has been blocked, there are fewer and fewer vehicles on this dilapidated path. Jack felt that the time was ripe. Seeing that the front of the police car was already parallel to the middle and rear of the blue BMW, he flicked the steering wheel to the right in his hand. The rear wheel on the left side of the BMW.

The blue BMW suddenly lost control, the front of the car turned to the left, but the rear half of the car body was held up by Jack's head, and it slid uncontrollably to the right. The driver in the car slammed on the brakes in a panic, and the tires and the ground made sharp noises. After pulling out a long brake mark, it stopped horizontally less than 5 meters away from the traffic lights at the crossroads ahead.

Jack slammed on the brakes at the same time that the PIT was successful, and pulled away from the out-of-control BMW car by about ten meters. The fact that the other party did not shoot during the chase does not mean that there is no automatic weapon. After all, terrorists are not street thieves, dare to plan For terrorist attacks, it is reasonable to prepare some automatic weapons.

John and his police car are following closely behind now. The others will take at least two or three minutes to arrive. There are two people in the other car. If they have an AK or something, two police cars with four Glocks are not guaranteed. Can hold back.

Just as the so-called fear comes, Jack and Angela got out of the car, and just leaned on the two front doors with reinforced steel plates to build defenses and prepared to shout, when they saw an AR-556 protruding from the window of the opposite driver's seat, aiming at them Start shooting.

A terrorist also got off the co-pilot, carrying a travel bag containing the virus, holding a scorpion submachine gun, and directly stopped John's police car.

For a while, the empty street became a battlefield of bullets and bullets. Both Jack and Angela only carried pistols. Wesley here is caught in the middle.

"I think we need to have a gun mount between the driver's seats."

Annoyed, Jack opened the trunk, shrunk his head, took out an AR15 and two magazines and threw them to Angela.

Angela was inserting ceramic plates into her body armor, took the rifle, saw that Jack was also ready, the two pressed down the trunk lid at the same time, and the two AR15s tacitly began to fire in turn, immediately hitting the terrorist on the opposite side and running away. , hiding behind the engine compartment of the front of the car and not daring to show his head.

Wesley, who was squatting between the two, was screaming from the bullet casings that popped out of the AR15 ejection port. The impatient Angela held his head down and dragged him behind him.

Soon John and Nila also took out their rifles, and now the attack and defense were changed. A group of police cars from the Wilshire branch also rushed to the scene behind them. Seeing that the two terrorists could only be caught without a fight.

A small probability of bad luck happened. A bus came from the right intersection to the left. The Shabi bus driver was shaking his head and listening to the music. When he passed the intersection and realized that something was wrong, it was too late to step on the brakes, so he stopped the bus directly. Behind the horizontal BMW.

"Cease fire cease fire."

In fact, there was no need for Superintendent Gray who had just arrived to give an order. All the police officers present stopped shooting, and the bus just stopped within the police shooting range, directly behind the two terrorists.

The passengers in the car were looking out of the window on the left side with horror on their faces. Less than 20 meters away, a dozen police officers from the Wilshire branch who had just been killed were pointing at them with various types of rifles.

"What am I"

Jack just put on the second magazine. He looked up with a dazed expression. He was going to try to use the low-light red dot sight to get a headshot. He had already noticed that the terrorists, who were using the police's rat-trapping weapon, had changed the magazine. The AR-556 again open fire.

Then a group of policemen could only watch helplessly as the terrorist carrying a travel bag, under the cover of his accomplices, threatened the Sabie bus driver with a gun, opened the door, and jumped onto the bus.

Another terrorist finished sweeping a magazine, threw away the AR-556 in his hand, pulled out the pistol on his waist and fired a few more rounds, then fled and disappeared at the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

"It's a big trouble."

Jack grumbled, reopened the trunk of the car, took out two towels from inside, wet them with mineral water, and threw one to Angela.

In the eyes of others, this may be a psychological comfort, but if it is really tricked, how to explain that the two of them can be pushed to these two towels if they are not infected, the CDC guys believe it or not.

"I'm attracting attention. You shoot at the right time, and you must be killed with one shot."

Jack turned his head and told Angela in a low voice that he was more confident in the eldest sister's marksmanship.

"Angela, it's too dangerous."

Wesley, who had been pressed by his girlfriend just now, was a little worried and couldn't help but speak.

Angela's expression is also a little bit tangled. An ordinary patrolman may really hesitate. After all, it's less than [-] yuan a month.

But after all, she is one of the protagonists, and her sense of responsibility is much higher than that of ordinary police officers. Besides, she will soon become a full-fledged police detective. New police officers like Jack are all in the front line, and she cannot abandon him as a partner.

"The responsibility lies." Angela replied angrily to her boyfriend, and Angela followed.

Jack wasn't too worried. The other party's Scorpion hadn't seen the magazine changed. There should be few rounds in it. The power of the 7.65 caliber pistol is just that. Marksmanship, the possibility of accidentally injuring passengers is higher.

He is now wearing a body armor with a ceramic plate to resist a few rounds. It is not a big problem, as long as the head is not on the head, it does not matter whether it is a big head or a small head.

Thinking of this in his heart, Jack put the AR15 on his back, pulled out the Glock again, pulled out the magazine to check, and then carefully boarded the bus.

At the same time, some colleagues from the Wilshire branch followed John and Nila to hunt down another terrorist on foot, and others drove police cars to surround the bus.

Angela, who was following Jack, suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and pulled Jack to signal him to stop where he was, and then ran to Superintendent Gray and whispered something, and the black-faced superintendent nodded to show that he understood.

When Angela returned to Jack's side, Jack continued to act, and made a Viet Cong probe from the steps up. The terrorists in the car were really fooled, and fired a few rounds directly at the front of the car, and then heard a crackling sound. The sound of hanging up the empty warehouse.

(End of this chapter)