The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 63
The passengers in the bus hugged their heads and curled up in their seats, screaming one after another. The Shabi driver in the cab opened the driver's door screaming and screaming, rolling and crawling on all fours.

Jack resisted the urge to shoot this idiot. Seeing him being pinned to the ground by his colleagues, still trying to struggle, and being stabbed directly in the waist by a stun gun, shaking like a Parkinson's patient, his mood immediately improved a lot .

He was not the only one who was unhappy with this guy, all the patrolmen around him, including the black-faced superintendent, were full of anger. They were going to take care of the two terrorists, but because of Shabby, one of them ran away. It also dragged a whole car of passengers into the water.

Jack probed again. A passenger was shot in the shoulder and fell down on the seat in front of him moaning in pain. An empty Scorpion was thrown on the aisle at the rear of the car. The terrorist hid behind the seat, Holding aloft a sprayer.

Jack bowed forward and drove the wounded and several passengers sitting in the front compartment seats out of the car, leaving room for Angela to shoot. Then he stood up straight, aimed his gun at the opposite side, and spoke loudly to attract the other party's attention.

Taking advantage of Jack's intentional blocking of the terrorist's view of the front of the car, Angela secretly set up the AR15 on the railing of the front door entrance, and firmly inserted the opponent's head into the scope.

"Hey buddy, don't be stupid, let's talk."

Jack raised his right hand holding the gun and hid his left hand holding a wet towel behind him.

"Let me go, or everyone in the car will get the virus."

The terrorists curled up behind the seats as best they could, using the passengers in front as cover.

While Jack was not paying attention, he took a quick look at Angela behind him. Angela shook her head, indicating that the other party was well hidden and had no shooting window.

At this time, the outside of the car was quiet, only the screams of the passengers in the car, and the police lights that could blind people's eyes were all turned off. This is Superintendent Gray commanding the colleagues around him, trying his best to create an environment for Angela. More suitable sniper environment.

Jack had no choice but to keep talking. The front of the bus was high and the back was low. He was in a shooting position not much better than Angela, but he didn't dare to continue to approach. This is a quasi-sealed environment. Once the opponent presses the sprayer, A high concentration of virus stock solution can instantly contaminate the entire compartment.

"Don't be stupid, you don't want to die, right? Honestly put down what you're holding. Your actions have already failed, so why bother to lose your life?"

"How about I put down the gun and keep you safe, and let me wear handcuffs obediently, and I will try my best to speak well to you in front of the judge?"

While speaking, Jack took two steps forward, his pupils constricted, trying to pretend that he didn't see that the other party was hiding a pistol.

In fact, he held up his right hand with the gun high up, as if the muzzle of the gun was facing upwards, his index finger had already lightly touched the trigger, and his left hand behind his back shook off the wet towel, which was also a signal to Angela that he was ready to strike.

Under high emotional tension, terrorists have limited thinking ability. As long as the other party regards themselves as the only threat and chooses to shoot themselves instead of releasing the virus, they have a chance.

Sure enough, with a roar of "Ah", the terrorist stood up and aimed his pistol at the policeman in front of him. Jack quickly turned his body to the side to give Angela a shot, and held the Glock The right hand is quickly lowered to pull the trigger.

A shot fired two bullets, and the bullet shot by the Glock in Jack's hand hit the opponent's eyebrow, smashed the opponent's brain and remained in the skull.

However, the bullets fired from Angela's AR15 continued unabated. They entered from the bridge of the terrorist's nose, shot out from the back of the head, and penetrated into the roof of the bus. A Caucasian aunt in the back seat looked up blankly, and then let out a heart-piercing scream.

Regardless of the burning sensation coming from his left shoulder, Jack took two steps forward and threw the spread wet towel on the spray can next to the corpse.

"Safe, get out of the car, go, hurry up!!!"

Angela opened the rear door from the front cab, and walked towards Jack while driving the passengers out of the car.

Jack put the Glock back into the holster, wiped his left shoulder with his right hand, blood was all over his hand, and turned to her suspiciously.

"Did you hit me just now?"

"It's just rubbed off a little bit."

Angela smiled charmingly, her crooked mouth looked like a dragon king.

"160 knives, put it in your account."

Jack tugged at the uniform with too many holes, feeling a little distressed.

"7-L-20, mark my location, no need to follow up the suspect has been killed."

Superintendent Gray outside the car breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the walkie-talkie to report to the command center, and then asked again.

"Harper, have you and John tracked down the escaped suspect?"

There was no reply on the intercom. After tens of seconds of silence, John's deliberately lowered voice came from the intercom.

"Command Center, suspected to have contact with the suspect, 5824 Elkin Road, is inspecting the backyard."

A few minutes later, Zooey's voice also came from the intercom.

"The FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) has given permission for police helicopters to enter LA International Airport airspace to assist you in your search,"

"Let's go help."

He casually wrapped a bandage around his arm a few times, and Jack put on his uniform again. He didn't bother to appease a group of passengers who were still in shock, and tried to restart the police car. The engine didn't seem to be shot, and the problem was not serious.

Wesley got into the back seat without saying a word, it seemed that today he made up his mind to follow to the end.

After turning two corners and driving less than two kilometers, Jack stopped the car at the location reported by John, turned on the searchlight installed on the left side of the windshield, and pointed to the location where John and Nila Harper were.

The two of them blocked the suspect in a dilapidated wooden shed in the backyard of someone's house. This is built by many old beauties themselves and is often used to store sundries and tool rooms.

After telling Wesley to be honest and take it with him in the car, Angela and Jack got out of the car, found an old washing machine that looked relatively strong as a shelter, and put the AR15 on it.

Nila was shouting to the tool room.

"Hey, people inside, did you hear the sirens? We have more and more reinforcements, and there are hundreds of them on the way. You only have one."

Before she finished speaking, there were several gunshots inside, scaring her back.

Jack held back his laughter and turned to look at John. This kind of thing should be done by professionals. The other party has been surrounded. If he can catch a living, it should be more advantageous for LAPD to fight for success.

Whether it's the DHS or the FBI, they've stayed behind and conducted remote control for a day. No matter who gets the suspect in the end, if they want to take people away from the Wilshire branch, they will always owe Zoe and the others a favor. .

(End of this chapter)