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

As soon as the Dodge Hellcat turned the last intersection, Jack heard two gunshots almost in no particular order, one of which was very loud and familiar. It was undoubtedly Danny's old Smith \u0026 Wesson M39.

The other sound was much weaker and was almost completely drowned out by the noisy ambient sounds on the street. If it weren't for someone's superhuman five senses, it would be almost impossible to distinguish it.

Two more gunshots came next, and this time the gunshot was more familiar to Jack, because it was the gunshot of the Glock 22, the sidearm most commonly used by FBI agents.

Rosie, who almost vomited because Jack kept changing lanes rapidly, ignored the car door handle and pointed to an alley not far away and shouted, "Jack! They are there!"

At the same time, Emily's nervous shout came over the radio, "Officer down! Officer down! Corner Park West!"

"Squeak!" As Jack pressed the brake hard, Rossi in the passenger seat loosened his seat belt almost at the same time, opened the door and pulled out his own gun.

"Hey! Don't worry!" Jack quickly got out of the car, fearing that the old guy would rush up and act as an accomplice.

"Danny! Danny! Hold on!" At the entrance of the alley, Danny fell to the ground and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Emily was frantically trying to untie his body armor to find the bleeding point.

Like a whirlwind, Jack overtook Rosie and rushed to the two of them in a standard sliding tackle position. He grabbed Danny's arm and activated the healing technique.

The next moment, he let go of the guy's arm with some doubts. His whole body was intact, except for a little kidney deficiency, which seemed to be fine.

With a "stab", Jack pulled open the body armor that Emily had not pulled off for a long time, and a slightly deformed .22 bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"He's fine, the bullet didn't penetrate the body armor." After hearing what Jack said and seeing the bullet head with her own eyes, Emily breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground without any image.

"Cough, cough, cough." Danny, who was originally unconscious, coughed violently when Jack poked him lightly in the ribs. He quickly regained consciousness, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone's look of contempt on his face. color.

"You should stay up less late, especially drink less coffee. The impact of a .22 bullet hitting a body armor that can't even kill a rabbit can make you coma. No wonder Linda made a date with you on a 'wild day' It can make you scared at night.”

Danny touched his chest subconsciously, with a lingering fear in his expression. It took him a long time to remember to refute Jack, "Nonsense, Linda has always been satisfied with my performance."

"The suspect is dead, but where is his gun?" At this time, Rossi came back from a body lying in the middle of the alley.

Emily took out a Ruger LCP pocket pistol from her pocket, "In my case, I made sure he fell to the ground and took away his gun."

Jack took this little toy-like gadget, bumped it in his hand and sighed. No wonder these guys have been successful in committing murders on the street so many times.

The total weight of this gun with six full rounds may be less than 300 grams, and its length is even less than the palm of a normal adult. It is almost impossible to be discovered when it is carried in a pocket.

Jack first pulled Emily up from the ground, and the two of them worked together to lift Danny up from the ground, and then they walked to the body together.

This was a young black man who looked like he had just grown up, maybe even less than 20 years old. He had a mustache on his chin, and he fell on his back, his blank eyes staring at the sky.

There were three bullet holes in the front of the body, one in the left shoulder and two in the chest.

"What happened?" Rossi looked at the place where Danny fell to the ground at the entrance of the alley, and then looked at the position of the body. He felt a little confused. The huge trash can was three or four meters behind the body, but the suspect fell down. In front of the trash can.

According to common sense, whether it is a desperate counterattack out of helplessness or a plan to fight back against the pursuer, a normal person's choice is to subconsciously find a bunker first, such as the nearby trash can.

"I don't know, this guy is simply committing suicide. After we heard the announcement on the radio, we approached here. When the guy saw us, he went directly into the alley. When I chased him to the entrance of the alley, he Standing there with a gun pointed at me."

Danny frowned and tried to remember, "He ran very fast. He could have escaped from the alley before we caught up with him, but he stopped and stood upright, as if he was running away. Wait for me."

"How was he acting at the time? Panicked, panting, or like he was on drugs?" Jack tried to help him remember.

Danny looked like you were teasing me, "How could I observe his expression at that time? I arrived at the entrance of the alley first, and when I found him pointing a gun at me, I shot immediately. In fact, we The shots were fired almost simultaneously, and then I lost consciousness."

However, Emily's answer instantly slapped a senior police detective in the face, "The other person seemed very calm and steady at the time. Detective Regan hit him on the shoulder, but he just shook him and continued to use the gun. pointed at me.

I shot him twice before he fell. If I had to describe his expression, I would use the word martyr. "

Danny looked at Emily with his mouth half open, the expression on his face was wonderful, "How did you do that?"

The female FBI in front of him clearly looked more panicked than him. Her hands were still shaking after the shooting, but she was able to observe so many details in an instant.

"These are the basic skills of a behavior analyst." Jack explained casually, put on gloves and started to examine the body, but found nothing.

This guy didn't even have a small piece of paper in his pocket, let alone proof of identity. The clothes he was wearing looked like commercial goods that could be bought casually in those second-hand clothing stores on the street.

"Well, since this guy is dead, he won't tell us any clues. I bet we may have to spend a lot of effort to find out his identity, and we will find nothing in the end." There was something in Rossi's words.

At this time, the siren outside the alley gradually became closer and closer, and Garcia's panicked call came from the earphones again. Only then did Jack remember that he forgot to tell her that she was safe.

Ten minutes later, both sides of the alley were cordoned off. The ambulance, which had made a wasted trip, stopped at the entrance of the alley and flashed its lights in vain, telling passers-by that a murder had occurred here.

Hotchner hurried over with the rest of the people, and was relieved to see that everyone was safe.

"My marksmanship is good, one shot for the lungs and one for the heart. It seems that you are all obedient and practicing your marksmanship while I'm away."

Jack smiled and handed Emily, who was still a little pale, to Jiejie's care, and then looked meaningfully at a certain NYPD detective whose face was red with poor marksmanship.

"But I also killed our only clue." Emily looked a little regretful.

Jack's smile disappeared immediately, and he even glared at her viciously, "Stop your idiotic thoughts and always remember my words. Before the opponent falls to the ground, never stop pulling your trigger unless the magazine is empty. "

"No, I mean, uh, like I said before, this guy just looked like he was committing suicide with our hands, the look on his face at that time"

Emily wanted to continue explaining, but was interrupted by Rossi, "We'll talk about it when we get back, Emily."