Chapter 1027 New Year Snow Night (7)

Ronnick looked at Jack, who seemed to be thinking with his eyes closed, with a little confusion, but saw that he quickly opened his eyes, pulled out two guns, squatted down, and jumped into the snow.

After landing, Jack supported himself with his right elbow and used rolling to relieve the force. After standing up, he instantly jumped forward several meters and leaned sideways against the left side of the front of the bus. The whole set of movements was smooth and neat.

Ronick watched the "performance" with his mouth half open, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, mustered up his courage, took two steps inside the door, and jumped down the stairs like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey.

Watching this guy supporting himself with his elbows and sliding half a meter in the snow, and finally crawling to his side, Jack could only sigh imperceptibly.

Outside the back door is a large open space surrounded by barbed wire, which is used as the police station's parking lot. Unlike the front door where there are buildings across the street, the area around here is entirely open, and the nearest vantage point is five or six hundred meters away.

Jack's previous glances had already allowed him to use the process of elimination to determine the sniper's likely location.

If he guessed correctly, the target was the car that was almost covered with snow but with steam coming out of the rear of the car, located on the left side of the bus, outside a wire fence that was cut off in the parking lot. The other party should have been hiding inside and had not moved.

To be fair, that was not a very good sniping point. Although the distance was only a hundred meters, the shooting angle was very small, and most of the view of the back door of the police station was blocked by the huge body of the bus.

The black state trooper was so eager to avenge his partner that he chased the man all the way out, and was finally shot down when he left the cover of the bus.

When Jack was covering Ronick's rescue, he also fired a lot of shots in this direction.

It stands to reason that after the position was exposed, the other party should have moved to another place, but thanks to the current snowstorm that had lasted from the evening until now, the outdoor temperature at midnight had dropped to nearly minus 20 degrees Celsius.

If the enemy is an elite special forces soldier, it is possible that he can lie in the snow and ice for an hour with the bonus of advanced equipment, but the possibility of this is almost zero.

Besides, the other party’s goal should be to prevent anyone from escaping from the back door of the police station, so hiding in a heated car is the best option.

Sticking close to the front of the car, Jack lowered his body and quickly made a tactical probe, looking in the direction of the car, but his face was covered with snowflakes brought by the cold wind. He seemed to vaguely see a gun barrel through the gap in the car window.

The other party was very patient and did not get fooled by his fake move and shoot randomly. Jack did not dare to test him any further. He poked Ronnick beside him with his arm, indicating that he could get on the bus through the right door.

The sheriff nodded, walked around the front of the bus to the right side, and suddenly opened the door. Just as he put one foot on the pedal and was about to push hard with his back foot to get on the bus,

A guy wearing a white ski mask, who was sitting in the driver's seat with his head down, fiddling with something, also looked up at him in surprise.

"Damn it!" Ronnick was about to raise his gun, but he didn't expect the guy in the driver's seat to react faster than him. He just reached out and pulled the joystick, and the car door closed again, trapping half of his body.

By the time Jack heard the noise and went around the front of the bus to the right side, the two men were already wrestling on the ground.

Ronnick's pistol fell to the ground, and the other party obviously didn't have time to draw his gun. The two of them were hugging each other tightly, digging their eyes and pulling their hair, and then punching each other.

"Bang!" Jack shot the white ski hat into a red and white ski hat. Ronnick, who was pinned under him, was frightened and froze for a moment, because the remaining force of the pistol armor-piercing bullet, carrying a pool of blood, brushed past his ear and penetrated into the snow.

"Get in the car!" Jack shouted in a low voice, put the FN57 back into his waist, freed his hands to lift the body off him and threw it behind him, then picked up the pistol on the ground and put it into Ronnick's hand.

Ronnick suddenly woke up as if from a dream, got up from the ground and got into the car again, but soon he got out of the car again and cursed.

"That bastard destroyed the radio and the wiring in the car." Before he finished speaking, a bullet flew over and created a spark on the car door.

Jack pulled him back to the front of the car and cursed in his heart. The sniper who had been hiding in a car far away had obviously discovered that something was wrong here and came out of the car. He was now aiming at the right side of the bus.

"Put the body on your back, I'll cover you." Jack pulled the body from the ground and placed it on Ronik's back, then pulled out the FN57 from his waist again.

Without bothering to ask why he had to bring the body with him, Ronnick bent over and rushed towards the back door. Jack followed behind him, firing both guns in his hands, causing white smoke to rise around the sniper who was crouching and shooting in the distance.

The sniper was so frightened that he lay down on the spot and was unable to fire a second shot until the two men disappeared through the door.

Jack sighed with regret, closed the iron door with his heel, and dragged the chair next to him to hold the door handle again.

If he had the FK7.5 with him, he might have been able to hit the bullet at this distance, and then he could have taken the risk of rushing over to touch the corpse.

Because this shabby police station was relocating, the gun room was emptied out in advance. Apart from a shotgun brought by two state troopers, there was not even a proper rifle.

If they could get their hands on that sniper's weapon, none of those guys who ruined his barbecue on New Year's Eve would be able to escape.

The temporary detention area, which was always noisy because of the prisoners' constant quarrels, was now extremely quiet. All the prisoners, including the gangster Bishop, stared with four pairs of slightly dull eyes at the two murderous guys dragging a corpse with a splattered brain through the corridor.

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"No ID, a Glock 17 with the serial number erased, and a silencer. This guy should be one of the two people who sneaked in earlier."

As Jack spoke, he tore open the corpse's coat and followed a hole in the coat. As expected, he found a corresponding hole on the bulletproof vest inside.

He took out the deformed bullet he had picked up earlier from his pocket and placed it on the table. It was obvious that the black state policeman Jeffrey, who was still sleeping on the sofa, was not talking nonsense during the operation. He did shoot the other party.

Unfortunately, the opponent's equipment was too good. Not only did he have a bulletproof vest, but he also had bulletproof plates in the front and back. This was considered fully armed for a gangster gunman.

"These bastards are equipped better than us, damn it." Alice complained.

Although Alex, the psychologist standing next to her, claimed to have been to the front line, she behaved like an ordinary person when faced with the corpse in front of her. She covered her mouth and tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

"No, he's not a gang member. His name is Danny Barbero. He's a policeman. I know this guy." Ronick said shockingly. The old police officer Jasper was horrified and stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

John, on the other hand, seemed relatively calm. After all, he had seen some "big things" and even had the leisure time to use his imagination.

"The black cop? This Bishop's power is so great that the black cop risked his life to attack the police station to rescue him. He must have a lot of information.

You DHD were a bit careless, not using special police escort, but instead placing him in the same bus with other prisoners."