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

Jack was shocked, not only because Mecia fell into the enemy's hands, but more importantly, the bald man was wearing a red tie.

A red tie paired with a black suit, and a conspicuous bald head. Although the face was unfamiliar to him, not handsome enough and even a bit ugly, it was hard not to think of something bad in this outfit.

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

Jack sprinted for the stairs and yelled over his shoulder at John, leaving him where he was.

If the killer in the elevator was really the type of killer he thought, it would be very difficult to solve the problem today. Whether the world accidentally sewn the game into the game, or it was simply a movie adapted from a certain game, an ordinary policeman like John would be connected. You don't even have the qualifications to be a cannon fodder.

Only with his systematic skills can he fight against those guys who are approaching inhumanity. Jack thought as he ran down the stairs quickly. When he was almost halfway, John's unclear words came from the intercom. call.

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

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

"Uh, let me ask this is morgue Jack. Please be safe. I'll be down right away."

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

Jack's voice was unconsciously a little nervous, and his steps were a little more awkward. Although he is an atheist and is not afraid of ghosts, those horror movies that talk about gods have always been his weakness. In his previous life, when he was trying to pick up girls, he said that after watching horror movies, girls would If you get scared and crawl into someone's arms, he might do the opposite, although the effect is probably the same.

Pushing open the heavy iron door in front of him, a "refreshing" coolness hit him. Jack held the Glock and moved forward step by step in the dim light.

Why do morgues use these dim, old-fashioned fluorescent tubes? There must be one or two aging ones that keep flashing in the corridor, and the atmosphere of terror is directly filled.

Someone was searching all the way in fear. At this time, he had never hated the extraordinary perception the system brought to him. The sizzling sound when the fluorescent lights kept flashing, and the whirring sound of the old exhaust fan spinning feebly.

Along with the faint corpse odor mixed with the smell of disinfectant and formalin, Jack felt that his adrenaline was about to burst. Who should he go to tonight? It seems that the date agreed with Zoe has not arrived yet.

The killer was so professional that he couldn't stay in the ICU for a check-up and could not keep an eye on him the whole time. The female "nurse" answered questions fluently throughout the whole process, and was completely different from the two bastards I met in the motel before.

He felt that he had been cautious enough just now, but he accidentally got into trouble. He must reflect on it. It has been too smooth recently and he has been a little drifting.

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

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

Snapped! The tip of the female nurse's elbow was almost resting on Jack's throat, and her slender forearm was firmly held by a big hand.

"It's my turn, right?"

There was a hint of ferocity on Jack's face, and the original hint of fear was gone. Just now he was holding a gun in both hands, and his mind was slightly distracted due to the atmosphere of the scene. When he reacted, it was too late to parry, so he could only crouch down to avoid the fatal blow. Beat the chicken.

However, the next few blows he received in succession were unable to break his defense. He was too lazy to dodge and directly predicted the final fatal blow in advance. When he was sparring with the accountant before, he realized that he was no longer the same physique that could pass 10 He is a weak chicken, and his strong muscles give him a strong ability to withstand blows.

The female nurse, or should be corrected at this time, the female killer, struck a few times, seemingly hitting vulnerable parts of the chest and abdomen, but apart from a slight pain, they did not even make him take a step back, and the Glock was always firmly held in his left hand.

In response, she responded with a silent knee-lift to the crotch, and the female killer passed out without saying a word. Facts have proved that men are not the only ones who can be fatally beaten. Lifting the vaginal legs is also effective for women.

After shaking off the somewhat damaged law enforcement recorder on his chest, Jack pretended to casually crush it with his kick. Next, it was time to repay the other bald gentleman.

After putting handcuffs on the slick female killer, most of the fear in someone's heart has disappeared. The most important thing now is to rescue Mecia. No monster or monster can stop his bonus. He has even thought about the kitchen that should be given to him. How big is the refrigerator?

Using all his senses, Jack held the gun in both hands in a vigilant posture, moved quickly against the wall, turned a corner again, and finally heard some movement outside a coroner's office.

After a quick peek inside, Jack's heart finally fell to the ground. Among several stainless steel dissecting tables, the bald man in a suit was facing away from him, holding a disc-shaped bone saw, and was asking Mecia something. .

Now someone is no longer nervous at all, because the bald man in a suit with his back to him is very clean on the back of his head, without a certain iconic barcode.

"Tell me the password, or you'll cut off your ears first, then your fingers."

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

The bald man snorted coldly and pressed the buzzing bone saw in his hand against Mecia's carotid artery.

"Put the gun down or you're just going to get a body."

Jack couldn't help but laugh. Here's a little trivia. The circular saw used to cut plaster and bone has a reciprocating motion. It can deal with hard plaster and bone, but it can't do anything with soft skin. Even if Mr. Killer presses down, he can't. It can only leave many red marks on Mecia's neck.

Too lazy to impart this kind of knowledge to this guy, Jack removed the magazine from the Glock in his hand, placed it on the stainless steel dissecting table next to him, made a free-fighting stance, and waved provocatively at the bald man.

The bald man stood up with a sinister smile, threw down the bone saw in his hand, took off his black suit in a leisurely manner, loosened the red tie, and slowly turned his neck, making a crackling sound of his joints.

This guy looks to be about the same height as Jack, but his build is much burlier. Before, it was not obvious when he was wearing a suit. Now that he has taken it off, you can see that the shirt underneath is so tight with muscles that the buttons can almost fly off.

"Did your mother use protein powder instead of milk powder to feed you since you were a child?"

Jack continued to taunt, taking two steps back nervously, but in fact he just wanted this guy to stay away from Mecia who was lying on the ground.