Chapter 1039 New Year Snow Night (9) (Double monthly ticket request)

"They're dead." Although Bishop said this, his eyes were still fixed on the two people who had run to the car.

The sniper never fired a shot, and the two men actually managed to start the car.

The car turned around, turned, and drove onto the main road. There was still no gunfire. The people hiding by the windows and looking out couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

At this time, everyone came to the lobby of the police station and hid behind several windows to look at the drug addict driving east along the main road.

"Maybe they can really escape." Alice clasped her hands in front of her chest nervously, as if praying.

Old police officer Jasper pouted angrily, "I bet those two cowards won't help call the police even if they escape."

John, however, pointed to two GMCs in the distance with a grim expression and Jack, but the other party just seemed to be watching without even turning on the headlights.

The Ford SUV gradually began to accelerate and drove straight into the distance. Jack even saw the drug addict in the driver's seat start to slap the steering wheel excitedly.

At this moment, a strange engine sound came from the sky, and everyone's heart seemed to resonate with this low "puff" sound at the same time, making people feel a sense of tension for no reason.

The wind and snow, which had weakened a lot, suddenly became stronger, but this gust of wind and snow did not seem to come from any direction, but from the air!

A searchlight beam hit the fleeing Ford SUV from top to bottom. Everyone looked up in the direction of the light and saw a helicopter flying quickly and low.

This is a Subaru Bell 412EPX helicopter with police paint. Jack recognized it at a glance because the NYPD just bought two new ones this year to enhance its search and rescue and support capabilities.

"Damn, they actually called 'AV-5'!" Ronik exclaimed.

Jack didn't know what "AV-5" was, but he could probably guess it was the abbreviation for the Detroit Police Air Support Team or Commando Team.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone in the police station, the police helicopter hovered steadily above the road, the fuselage slowly turned sideways, and then the cabin door was violently opened.

Well, it was a police helicopter after all, and it couldn't possibly be equipped with a door-mounted machine gun. But facing the strafing of two assault rifles, the Ford SUV with its already shattered windshield couldn't hold out for more than 3 seconds, and its front end tilted and flipped into the roadside gutter.

In reality, it is basically impossible to blow up a car purely with a 5.56 caliber assault rifle. The people on the helicopter did not continue to waste ammunition, but used searchlights to keep observing.

From the police station's perspective, it was unclear what was happening under the shoulder of the road, but as a few gunshots were heard again in the helicopter cabin, the fate of the drug addict and little Black Smiley was already clear.

"At least now we know what Marcus Duvall and his men are waiting for." John sighed as he watched the helicopter turn around and head towards the police station.

Soon the sound of helicopter propellers could be heard above everyone's heads, and a GMC in the distance turned on its lights and slowly drove towards them.

"Jack, what do you think? Do you want to stay in the room?" Bishop subconsciously looked directly at Jack.

"What else? Are we going to go out and be hunted like turkeys by them?" Jack looked at Ronick, and seeing that he was already at a loss, he took over the command directly.

"Bishop, take your men to collect flammable materials, alcohol or gasoline will do, the more the better, and pile them on the staircase leading to the second floor.

Sheriff, please find a safe place for everyone. This police station doesn't even have a basement, right?"

Hiding in the basement after setting a fire is not a very good option, but there is no better solution at the moment. Generally speaking, civilian basements should also have basic fire prevention functions, although there is still a risk of suffocation.

As a result, Ronick turned to the old police officer Jasper next to him for help. Apparently, the acting chief had been here for half a year, but he didn't know much about this old police station.

"Yes, it's under the storage room. Damn, I seem to have forgotten one thing. There should be a way out there. There seems to be an old sewer under the basement."

Jasper slapped his head and saw that everyone was looking at him. He quickly tried to make excuses for himself, "I really don't remember. Too many things happened tonight. And don't hold your hopes too high. Even I don't know where that sewer leads to."

"It doesn't matter. Alice, you take the others to the basement, John, you follow me." Jack didn't have time to care about this now. He patted a few people on the shoulders and urged them to act.

Not long after, when an unsettling sound came from the ventilation duct leading directly to the roof, Jack, who returned to the stairwell again, could no longer find John behind him.

The staircase landing was now filled with various bottles and jars containing various flammable materials, including half a bottle of aged Irish whiskey left over from the previous party.

Bishop and Ronick hid on both sides of the corridor, watching the movements above their heads nervously.

"Next." Jack distributed the last two magazines to the two men and nodded at them, "You can also retreat. Leave this to me."

"Are you sure?" Ronik asked with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry about me, I have other ways to escape." Jack waved his hand, looking anxious to get rid of him.

Two GMCs had already driven up to the gate. As the headlights were turned off, a few muffled "bang bang" sounds were heard, and several smoke bombs broke through the window and fell into the front hall.

"Then you be careful." Ronik looked extremely touched, with a gleam in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned away.

Bishop also looked deeply at Jack, without saying anything, turned around and was about to catch up, but was stopped by Jack.

Just as he was looking at the mysterious FBI in doubt, he felt his coat pocket sink slightly, as if something was stuffed in it.

"Be careful." Jack whispered and went up to the second floor in two steps.

Bishop stared blankly in the direction where he disappeared. After a moment, he seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly turned around to catch up with Ronnick.

In addition to the pilot and co-pilot, a Subaru Bell 412EPX helicopter can also carry a special operations team consisting of at least 12 fully armed soldiers.

Jack didn't know whether all the members of the Detroit Police Department were bad guys, but even in Gotham there was still Sheriff Gordon, the light of justice. It seemed that those on the helicopter were probably Marcus Duvall's last trump card before dawn.

It can only be blamed on our bad luck. If the snowstorm had dissipated later, the helicopter might not have been able to take off, and everyone would have been able to wait safely until dawn.

Overhead there came the sound of someone dismantling the ventilation duct, which almost drowned out the sound of the helicopter, but Jack turned a deaf ear to it. The diameter of the ventilation duct was indeed large enough for people to fit in, but only children or petite women.

It would be sheer wishful thinking for a fully armed adult male to squeeze in. He would have to forcibly break out a skylight first.

He rushed into the innermost office, maximized his visual perception, squinted his eyes and found the remaining two snipers on the third floor of the opposite building and the roof of the other side.

"Crash!" The sound of window glass shattering was not noticeable amid the noise coming from the rooftop, including the gunshots that followed.

This time Jack did not encounter any counterattack from the sniper because he attacked from close to far, first killing the sniper on the third floor opposite with one shot, then with a short burst of fire, he killed the one on the roof of the opposite building.

"Boom!" An explosion resounded on the second floor. The airborne black police who had dismantled the ventilation duct on the roof directly used explosives to open a skylight.

However, just as one of them impatiently lowered the rope without waiting for the dust to settle, several bullets shot out from the artificial skylight that had just been opened.

The corrupt policeman immediately spurted out a stream of blood, covered his neck and fell silently into the snow on the roof.

"Damn bastard!"

"What a bastard!"

The remaining five people on the rooftop were visibly panicking, and stun grenades and smoke bombs were thrown down one after another.

Jack casually fired a burst of bullets at the skylight without caring about the result of his attack. He flicked the safety and threw the AR15 behind him, then rushed to the stairs and jumped up.

Jack pushed his feet against the wall and landed lightly on the staircase. He picked up two bottles and smashed them on the stairs, then threw a few more into the corridor leading to the front hall. He left a stun grenade with the pin pulled out and rushed to the temporary detention area without looking back.