Chapter 1031 New Year Snow Night (1)

John's judgment was absolutely correct. The front door was just a feint. There were fierce gunshots and bullets flying everywhere. He even fired two stun grenades into the room with a grenade launcher, but there was no further action. Instead, a dark shadow appeared outside the air vent of the detention area.

On the wall opposite the cell, about two meters above the ground, there are several air vents for lighting. The outside is made of thick glass, and the inside is made of criss-cross iron railings that are as thick as a child's arm.

Several prisoners stared in amazement at a dark shadow fiddling with the window for a while. As alert as Bishop was, he hid behind the wall like Jack in the corridor.

With a loud bang, the air vent glass and the iron bars were blown away. The other three prisoners woke up as if from a dream. They were so scared that they fell to the ground and tried their best to get under the cell window or even under the table.

"Help! They blew out the windows."

"They are coming in, someone come and help us!"

A few people howled twice, and then consciously covered their mouths, because a fully armed figure holding an assault rifle had half of his body sticking out of the air vent.

The figure was wearing a heavy black police riot suit, the kind that could go out on the street with just a shield and engage in friendly fistfights with people walking on the street.

He wore a steel military helmet with a monocular night vision goggle on it, and his entire face was completely covered by a thick black velvet mask and goggles.

Jack didn't know what the equipment of Detroit's SWAT team was like, but judging from the guy in front of him wearing discarded military gear, he guessed that they should be pretty close.

Apparently, the narrow air vent was a big challenge for the fully-armed black policeman. Jack, who was hiding behind the passage door, waited for a long time before he landed on the ground with the help of his teammates.

Seeing him looking around and about to put down the monocular night vision goggles on his helmet, Jack had already slipped into the passage silently and quickly moved close to the wall.

The candle that Jack had lit in the detention area corridor had long been extinguished. It was now much darker inside than outside. The black policeman just pulled down his night vision goggles and raised his head, and saw a red shadow approaching him silently.

He was horrified at the moment and subconsciously wanted to raise his gun, but it was too late.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the black policeman fell backwards with a bloody hole on his face. Jack kept moving forward, sticking close to the brick wall.

"Be careful with the window, there is another one!" Bishop, who had been watching all this silently, finally couldn't help but stick his head out from the wall of the cell to remind him.

Facts proved that his reminder was unnecessary. Jack didn't even look at the fallen black policeman. He had already turned sideways and stuck just below the air vent. The whole time he was in the blind spot of the black policeman's partner who was lying on the window for cover.

"What the hell."

The black policeman lying on the window tried to peek at his partner's situation, when he suddenly felt his arm holding the gun being grabbed by someone, and then he was dragged inside against his will, leaving only a long drag mark on the snow.

If someone outside saw this scene, they would probably instantly think of the classic scenes in many horror movies. The blown-open air vent was like the huge mouth of a monster, which swallowed people without making any extra sound.

Because this time Jack didn't even waste bullets, he just twisted the guy's head 180 degrees cleanly and neatly, leaving the three prisoners lying on the ground stunned and terrified.

The drug addict swallowed involuntarily with a "gulp" sound, as if he suddenly realized that his voice was a little loud, and glanced at Jack guiltily.

After searching the corpse in a few seconds, Jack became rich instantly. Two AR15 rifles came with 6 spare magazines, and two Glock 17s also came with a spare magazine each, and were all equipped with red dot sights and laser indicators.

However, he immediately removed the laser pointer. Unlike the invisible laser pointer he usually used, this thing that emitted a direct green light was basically useless except for exposing his own position.

Jack also threw away the rubbish monocular night vision goggles. This low-light environment did not affect his performance at all. To wear the night vision goggles, he had to put a helmet on his head, which would have affected his performance.

He happily accepted two heavy bulletproof vests. This kind of vest with bulletproof plates can block 5.56 rifle bullets at close range and is a good thing to save lives.

There were also two stun grenades and a military dagger, plus two noise-canceling headphones.

The headphones were useless though, as Jack didn't need noise reduction and the surrounding radio channels were being interfered with, so neither side could use them.

After waiting for a while under the blown-open air vent, he saw that there was no movement outside at all. No one continued to stick their heads inside, and no one threw stun grenades or the like inside. Jack confirmed that there were only two people approaching, so he picked up the seized equipment and was about to leave.

Only a fool would stick his head out to look, but he did not forget the existence of the sniper.

There was a fierce fight going on at the front door. If the enemy found out that they failed to steal the chicken from the back, they might get so angry that they would launch a strong attack regardless of casualties. There were several windows facing the street without iron bars, so they were relatively easy to be broken into.

"Wait, are you going to abandon us like this?" Seeing Jack's attitude, the drug addict and Xiao Hei in the cell threw themselves on the iron bars and wailed.

"Let us out, man. Smaili thinks this place is too dangerous and too scary. Smaili is scared to death!"

Jack didn't say anything, but slapped his waist to indicate that he didn't have the key either.

The drug addict suddenly became anxious, spitting all over the place as he spoke, "You can't do this, man. We'll be sitting ducks if we stay here. Please, please."

"Smyri is in a state of panic. Please, you can't just leave us here to die like animals."

The black girl in a separate cell next to him didn't say anything, but also looked at Jack with horror.

Jack ignored the drug addict, and even less the Blackie with the lisp, and instead looked at Bishop, who had been hiding himself behind the cell wall.

"Can you control them?"

"No problem, I promise." Big Black hid himself in the shadows. With the bonus of his racial talent, even Jack couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear his confidence from his tone.

Jack did not comment on his confidence. Except for Bishop, the other four prisoners were street thugs who stole petty things or sold stolen goods. Their crimes did not deserve the death penalty.

If these guys hadn't really figured out the situation and were not worried that they would rush out like idiots once the cell door was opened, Ronnick would have planned to release them to help.

"Wait, you have five minutes for the three of them to figure out the current situation." Jack said this and disappeared into the corridor.

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A strong flash of light flashed by, accompanied by a loud noise that made her chest suffocate and feel sick. Alice couldn't help but scream, but she found that even she couldn't hear her own scream clearly.

She looked at John who was hiding behind the pillar in a daze. This old man, who must have looked very handsome when he was young, was now leaning against the pillar, covering his ears and seemed to be shouting something loudly at her, with a slightly dazed and confused expression on his face.

John realized that it was useless to shout, so he raised the shotgun in his hand and fired a shot at the window directly opposite Alice, then walked forward, grabbed her and ran back.

Just as the two men ran a few steps, the barred window was blown to pieces by a small piece of plastic explosive, and then a stun grenade was thrown in.

After the flash, the door was broken open, and two black policemen appeared at the door one after another with bulletproof shields. The old police officer Jasper stuck his head out from behind two overturned and stacked filing cabinets and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the door.

The shotgun pellets flew onto the shield, creating sparks, but did not cause any damage. Instead, the exposed position led to a counterattack from the opponent.

The black policeman hiding behind the shield man pulled the trigger directly at the old police officer, forcing him to hide behind the metal cabinet.

Seeing that the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse and the police station lobby was about to be breached, Sheriff Ronick rushed out of the corridor holding an AR15 and pulled the trigger directly towards the door.