Chapter 1024 New Year's Snow Night (IV)

"Puff"

Jack picked up a glass of water from the table and doused the charcoal fire in the grill. He raised his hand to stop John, who had already drawn his gun, and pointed at the cracked door to signal him.

"John, stay here."

John understood instantly. He leaned against the door and gently closed it, then locked it. Then he stayed close to the wall. If Jack was behind, he would not be too much, but he also needed to be on guard against the plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

The reaction of the others was not slow. With just such a slight delay, another state policeman, Jeffrey, who was leaning at the entrance of the corridor, was the first to rush to the temporary detention area, followed closely by Luo. Chief Nick, and at the end is the relatively bloated veteran police officer Jasper.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Fierce gunshots came from the temporary detention area, but they all came from the same Smith \u0026 Wesson M\u0026P40 pistol, which is the standard sidearm of the DPD and local state police, mixed with several similar shots. There was the sound of champagne, and the other party used a pistol with a silencer.

When Jack arrived, he saw the white state trooper lying on his back on the entrance steps of the temporary detention area. The large tray he had just handed to him fell to the ground, and the food in it was spilled everywhere.

Jeffrey, a black state trooper, had already chased the unidentified gunman around the corner of the corridor, where there was a back door with a prison bus driven by the state troopers parked at the door. Sergeant Roenicke followed closely behind him.

"Dammit, hold on!"

The old police officer Jasper yelled and squatted on the ground to check the injuries of the white state trooper. Jack just glanced at him and knew that he was hopeless. He had been shot at least four times in the chest and there were two gunshot wounds in the abdomen.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded and unwilling to take action. Let's not talk about whether he could fool Jasper, the old police officer in front of him, and Alice, who was following closely. There were four pairs of eyes in the cell staring at this place.

Three of the prisoners in custody were still screaming, obviously frightened by the scene just now, and were shouting for the police to let them out. Only Bishop, the big black man, was hiding sideways in the corner of the cell, watching calmly. Listen to the movement around you.

"Alice, get him inside." Jack looked up at the small corridor leading to the back door. The figures of black state troopers Jeffrey and Ronick had disappeared there, apparently chasing them out.

Worried that another accident would happen to the two of them, Jack walked through the storage room at the end where sundries were piled in three steps and two steps at a time. Sure enough, he saw an iron door open at the end of the corridor, and a strong wind was blowing in with snowflakes. Gunshots could also be heard coming in from outside.

"Chief Roenick?" Jack chased him to the door and saw exactly what he was worried about. The black state trooper had fallen in the snow, and Roenick was struggling to drag him back.

He was about to step forward to help, but suddenly a chill arose in his heart. Not far away, there seemed to be a sight full of cold and murderous intent directed at him, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

There are snipers!

Jack raised his hand and fired without thinking, emptying all 14 bullets in the Sig Sauer P320-XTen magazine in one breath. The wind and snow were too big and the distance was too far. He didn't expect to hit it. He relied on his feeling just to scare him. Scare each other.

Because the bullet body of the 10mm Auto bullet is too thick, although the magazine capacity is designed to be 15 rounds, it is difficult to insert the last round. In order not to affect the life of the spring, Jack usually only loads 14 rounds.

He also didn't have the problem of putting an extra bullet in the chamber of the gun unless it was an emergency. It would be too easy to misfire.

"What are you doing? Help me!" It was obvious that Roenick was not aware of the sniper's presence and thought that the FBI was shooting randomly to cover.

Jack didn't bother to explain. It turned out that his shot was very effective. While the chill in his heart slightly subsided, he had already rushed out of the back door.

At this time, the snow outside was almost up to his feet. Jack grabbed the collar of the black state trooper with a little force. Ronick felt his hands light up and watched in surprise as he grabbed a 180-pound man with one hand as if he were grabbing a child. Lifted it up.

"Close the door and find something to block it with."

Jack dropped these words and helped the black state trooper into the corridor in an almost half-hug posture.

"Alice! Jasper! How is he? Still." After finding a chair to prop up the broken iron door, Roenick passed over Jack who was holding the wounded man, turned the corner and walked quickly towards the man who had been shot earlier. The white state trooper stopped the next moment.

"He's dead! 'Son of the Beach'!" Jasper, the old police officer, stood up angrily and pointed at the gangster in the cell and cursed, "It's all because of Bishop of Farke, those people must have come to save him, this Raised by my cousin!”

"Let us out, I don't want to be left here to die!"

"Let us go, please!"

Bishop frowned and paced back and forth in the cell with his head lowered. He neither refuted nor scolded the old police officer. Instead, the other three prisoners started making noise again.

"Hey! Hey! Relax! Relax! The danger is over!"

Seeing that these guys ignored him, Roenick put away his gun and pulled out his baton, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Shit! Calm down, I told you, you are safe now!"

The noise of the prisoners was temporarily suppressed. Jack, who paid no attention to it all, helped the black state trooper who was shot to the office area and gave instructions as he walked.

"Prepare hot water for me. The first thing to do now is to stop his bleeding, otherwise there will be a second body here soon."

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"Are you a doctor?" Alice hurriedly brought a basin of hot water and almost scalded herself when she put it down.

"A forensic medicine enthusiast who has received first aid training." Jack's concise words scared the black bailiff who was lying on the sofa and wailing.

"Calm down! Calm down! A forensic doctor is also a doctor. If you move again, I will have to knock you out. The police station has been emptied in advance, and there is not even a bag of emergency evidence." Jack pressed the other party hard and pretended to be probing the wound, but he was actually using healing in secret.

Poison is also a medicine. At this time, it is an anesthetic that can save lives. Unfortunately, there is nothing in the evidence room of the No. 13 police station except a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Jack can secretly use healing to save people, but the bullet is automatically discharged from the body. This is too scary. At least he has to do an emergency operation to pretend to take out the bullet first.

"Is this okay?" Ronik took out a matchbox from his pocket and handed it to Jack.

Jack opened it and saw a box full of small white pills. "What is this? OxyContin?"

Ronik's eyes flickered, and he touched his nose subconsciously. "Well, I was shot before."

"New Year, new beginning, don't touch this stuff again." Jack replied calmly, stuffed four pills directly into the mouth of the black state trooper, and put the matchbox into his pocket.