The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Passengers in the bus hugged their heads and huddled in their seats, screaming one after another. The Shabi driver in the cab opened the driver's door howling like a ghost, and rolled and crawled on all fours.

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

He was not the only one who was unhappy with this guy. All the patrol policemen around him, including the black-faced superintendent, were furious. They were about to kill two terrorists, but because of Shabi, one of them escaped. It also dragged an entire car of passengers into the water.

Jack poked his head around again. A passenger was shot in the shoulder and fell on the seat in front of him, groaning in pain. An empty Scorpion was thrown in the aisle at the back of the car. The terrorist hid behind the seat with a hand in his hand. Holding a spray can aloft.

Jack stepped forward and drove the injured and several passengers sitting in the front compartment out of the car, leaving Angela with a shooting range. Then he stood up straight, aimed the gun at the opposite side, and spoke loudly to attract the other party's attention.

Taking advantage of Jack's conscious efforts to block the terrorist's view of the front of the car, Angela secretly set up the AR15 on the railing at the entrance to the front door and firmly put the opponent's head into the scope.

"Hey man, don't do anything stupid and let's talk."

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

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

The terrorists huddled as hard as they could behind the seats, using the passengers in front of them as cover.

Jack took a quick look at Angela behind him while he wasn't paying attention. Angela shook her head and said that the other party was too well hidden and had no shooting window.

At this time, everything outside the car was quiet. There were only screams from the passengers inside the car. The police lights that could have blinded people's eyes were all turned off. This was Superintendent Gray commanding his colleagues around him, trying his best to create a scene for Angela. A more suitable sniping environment.

Jack had no choice but to continue talking. The front of the bus was high and the back was low. His shooting position was not much better than Angela's, but he didn't dare to get closer. This was a quasi-sealed environment. Once the opponent pressed the sprayer, High-concentration virus stock solution can instantly contaminate the entire carriage.

"Don't be stupid. You don't want to die, right? Just put down what you're holding. Your action has failed. Why risk your life?"

"How about this, I put down the gun to ensure your safety, and you just let me put on the handcuffs, and I will try my best to put in a good word for you in front of the judge."

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

In fact, his right hand holding the gun was raised high, seemingly with the muzzle pointing upward, and his index finger had lightly touched the trigger. His left hand behind his back shook out the wet towel, which was also a signal to Angela that he was ready to take action.

Under high emotional stress, terrorists have limited thinking ability. As long as the other party sees 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 pointed his pistol at the policeman in front of him. Jack quickly turned his body sideways, letting Angela get out of the way, and at the same time, he held up the Glock. He quickly lowered his right hand and pulled the trigger.

There was a gunshot and two bullets. The bullet fired from the Glock in Jack's hand hit the opponent's forehead, shattering the opponent's brain and leaving it in the skull.

The bullet fired from Angela's AR15 continued unabated, entering from the bridge of the terrorist's nose, then exiting from the back of the head, and penetrated into the roof of the bus. Bone fragments and red and white objects exploded, splashing out. He hit a white woman in the back seat, who raised her head blankly, and then let out a heart-rending scream.

Jack ignored the burning feeling on his left shoulder, took two steps forward, threw the spread wet towel on the spray bottle next to the body with a flick of his hand.

"It's safe, everyone get out of the car and go quickly, hurry up!!!"

Angela opened the rear door from the front driver's seat, drove the passengers out of the car, and walked towards Jack.

Jack put the Glock back into the holster, wiped his left shoulder with his right hand, and turned to ask her in confusion.

"Did you just hit me?"

"It's just a little polished."

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

"The 160 dollars will be charged to your account."

Jack tugged at the many holes in his uniform, 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 and reported to the command center, and then continued to ask questions.

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

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

"Command Center, suspected contact with the suspect, 5824 Elgin Road, checking the backyard."

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

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

"We're going to help."

Wrapping a bandage around his arm a few times, Jack put on his uniform again. He was too lazy to comfort a group of shocked passengers and tried to restart the police car. The engine seemed to have not been hit, so it was not a big problem.

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

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

The two of them cornered the suspect in a dilapidated wooden shed in someone's backyard. This was built by many old Americans and was often used to store sundries and tools.

After instructing Wesley to carry it in the car honestly, Angela and Jack got out of the car, found an old washing machine that looked relatively sturdy as a cover, and mounted the AR15 on it.

Nila was shouting into the tool room.

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

Before she could finish her words, several gunshots were heard from inside, making her shrink back in fright.

Jack suppressed his laughter and turned to look at John. This kind of thing should still be handled by professionals. The opponent was already surrounded. If they could catch him alive, it would be more advantageous for the LAPD to take credit.

Whether it's DHS or the FBI, they've been huddled in the back and commanding remotely for a day. No matter who hands the suspect in the end, if they want to take the person away from the Wilshire branch, they have to owe Zoe and the others a personal favor. .