The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 83 It's Not Easy To Earn Some Money

Jack was startled, not only because Mesia fell into the enemy's hands, but also because the bald man was wearing a red tie.

A red tie paired with a black suit and a conspicuous bald head. Although this face is not familiar to him, it is not handsome or even ugly, but it is hard not to have some bad associations with this outfit.

"John, look at which floor the elevator stops on. I'll take the safe passage and tell me through the intercom."

Jack rushed to the stairs, yelled back at John, and left him where he was.

If the killer in the elevator is really the kind of killer he thinks, it will be very difficult to deal with it today. Whether the world accidentally stitched the game in, or it is just a movie adapted from a certain game, an ordinary policeman like John can connect to it. There is no qualification to be a cannon fodder.

Only by relying on my system skills can I fight against those guys who are set to be close to non-human beings, Jack ran down the stairs quickly while thinking, and when he was almost halfway through the run, John's unclear voice came from the intercom call.

"Jack, the elevator stopped at the B floor."

"Is floor B a parking lot?" Jack worried that he was too far away and had no signal, so he stopped temporarily.

"Uh, I'm asking about Jack in the morgue. Be safe. I'll come down right away."

"Call for reinforcements, you'd better bring more people down"

Jack's voice trembled unconsciously. Although he is an atheist and is not afraid of ghosts, he is afraid of horror movies. Whether it is Mr. Jiang or Mr. Shancun, they are all indelible shadows of his childhood.

Jack continued to run down the stairs, his steps a little more awkward.

Pushing open the heavy iron door in front of him, a "refreshing" coolness hits, Jack holds a Glock, and moves forward step by step under the dim light.

Why do morgues have these dim old fluorescent tubes?Why don't we have one or two aging ones that keep flickering in the corridor, filling up the horror atmosphere directly?

A certain person trembled and searched all the way forward. At this time, he had never hated the super-perception ability brought by the system so much, the sizzling sound of daylight lights flickering, and the whirring sound of the old exhaust fan turning weakly.

Accompanied by the faint corpse odor mixed with disinfectant and formalin, Jack felt that his adrenaline was about to burst.

If there is a person who understands Chinese standing behind Jack at this time, he will be surprised to hear some difficult words in his mouth.

"It's not enough to be talented. It's not enough to win the ancients."

".progress, pride."

"Good practice, go up."

With a click, Jack was about to turn a corner when he suddenly stepped on a few pieces of broken glass. He looked up and saw a half-shattered fluorescent tube above his head. He felt a warning in his heart, and his body sank directly.

In the darkness, a kick flew in silently, hitting his lower abdomen, followed by continuous knee strikes and elbow strikes, from his lower abdomen to stomach, then to chest, and the last blow directly hit his fragile Adam's apple.

Snapped!The female nurse's elbow barely stopped on Jack's throat, and her not-so-slender forearm was firmly held by a big hand.

"Is it my turn?"

There was a hint of ferocity on Jack's face, and the original fear had disappeared. He was holding a gun in both hands just now, and his mind was a little distracted by the atmosphere of the scene. A deadly shot at the chicken.

However, the next few consecutive hits couldn't break his defense at all. When he was training with the accountant before, he realized that he was no longer the weak chicken with a physique above 10. His strong muscles brought him a strong resistance. playing ability.

The female nurse or should be corrected at this time as the female killer's several attacks, which seemed to hit the vulnerable parts of the chest and abdomen, but apart from a little pain, he didn't even make him take half a step back, and the Glock was still firmly held in his left hand.

In the same way, she raised her knees and punched her crotch silently, and the female killer passed out without saying a word. Facts have proved that men are not the only ones who are fatally beaten. Lifting the legs is also effective for women.

Shaking off the somewhat damaged body camera on his chest, Jack pretended to be inadvertent and crushed it with his foot, so that he didn't have to worry about anyone discovering his trembling ugly appearance before.

Putting handcuffs on the embroidered female killer, most of the fear in someone's heart has disappeared. The most important thing now is to rescue Mecia. No monsters and monsters can stop his bonus. He has even thought about the kitchen that should be given to him With a big refrigerator.

Making full use of his perception, Jack held guns in both hands in a vigilant posture, and moved quickly against the wall, turning a corner again, and finally heard some movement outside a coroner's office.

Quickly peeking inside, Jack's hanging heart finally fell to the ground. Between several stainless steel dissection tables, the bald man in a suit was facing away from him, holding a disc-shaped bone saw, and was pressing Mesia what .

Now someone is not nervous at all, because the back of the head of the bald man in a suit facing away from him is very clean, and there is no iconic stripe code.

"Tell me the password, or cut off the ears first, and then the fingers."

"Put down that thing in your hand, or I don't mind blowing your bald head!" Jack walked through the coroner's office and appeared at the door of the autopsy room in the middle.

The bald man snorted coldly, and pressed the buzzing bone saw in Mesia's carotid artery.

"Put down the gun, or you'll only get a dead body."

Jack has been holding back his anger since just now, he was forced to chase into the morgue, was almost attacked by a female killer, and had to protect the IRS undercover until Ray King arrived, and he didn't know how to find time to wait for the adrenaline to burst sequelae.

Thinking about having to hold back the impulse for seven or eight hours, his forehead was throbbing. Is it so difficult to earn extra money!
It's better to let it out directly. Thinking of this, Jack put the Glock in his hand out of the magazine, put it on the stainless steel dissecting table beside him, posed a free-strike gesture, and waved at the bald man provocatively.

The bald man stood up with a grinning grin, dropped the bone saw in his hand, took off his black suit unhurriedly, loosened his red tie, and slowly turned his neck, making crackling joints.

This guy looked about the same height as Jack, but his figure was much bigger. It was not obvious when he was wearing a suit before, but now that he took it off, he could see that the shirt inside was so tight that the buttons could snap off.

"Did your mother feed you with protein powder instead of milk powder?"

Jack continued to taunt, and took two steps back seemingly a little nervously, but in fact he just wanted to keep this guy away from Messia who fell on the ground.

(End of this chapter)