Chapter 1027 New Year's Snow Night (Part 7)

Roenick glanced at Jack who seemed to be contemplating with his eyes closed in confusion, but saw that he quickly opened his eyes, pulled out both guns in his hands, crouched down and jumped into the snow.

After landing, Jack put his right elbow on the ground and rolled to relieve the force. After standing up, he instantly jumped forward several meters and leaned sideways on the left side of the front of the bus. The whole set of movements was smooth and neat.

After watching this "performance" with his mouth half open, Ronick swallowed subconsciously, mustered up the courage to take two steps inside the door, and jumped down from the steps like a vicious dog pouncing on food.

Seeing this guy sliding half a meter out of the snow with his elbows on the ground, and finally rushing to his side while rolling and crawling, Jack could only sigh inconspicuously.

Outside the back door is a large open space surrounded by barbed wire, which is used as a parking lot for the police station. Unlike the front door, where there are buildings across the road, it is surrounded by open space, and the nearest commanding height is five to six hundred meters. Outside.

Jack's previous look around had already used the process of elimination to determine almost exactly where the sniper might be.

If he guessed correctly, the car on the left side of the bus, outside the cut-off barbed wire fence in the parking lot, which was almost covered with snow and kept steaming from the rear, was the target. The other person should have been hiding inside. Move home.

To be fair, it was not a very good sniper spot. Although the distance was only a hundred meters, the shooting angle was very small. Most of the view towards the back door of the police station was blocked by the huge body of the bus.

Previously, the black state trooper was eager to avenge his partner and chased him all the way. He was shot down when he finally left the cover of the front of the bus.

When Jack was covering Roenick to save people, he also fired randomly in this direction.

It stands to reason that after the location is exposed, the other party should change places anyway, but thanks to the snowstorm that has lasted since the evening, the outdoor temperature at midnight has dropped to nearly minus 20 degrees.

If the opponent is an elite special forces soldier, relying on the bonus of advanced equipment to lie down in the ice and snow for an hour, it is impossible to say, but this possibility is almost zero.

Besides, the other party's purpose should be to prevent someone from escaping through 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. He glanced in the direction of the car, but his face was covered with snowflakes in the cold wind. He vaguely seemed to see a gun through the crack of the car window. Tube.

The other party was very patient and did not be fooled by his fake move and fired at will. Jack did not dare to test more. He poked Roenick next to him with his arm, indicating that he could get on the bus through the door on the right side.

The sergeant nodded, walked around from the front to the right side of the bus, and opened the door fiercely. 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 hat, who was tinkering with something in the driver's seat with his head lowered, also looked up at him in astonishment.

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

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

Roenick's pistol fell to the ground, and the opponent obviously didn't have time to draw it. The two were hugging each other, picking their eyes and hair, and then throwing bastard punches at each other.

"Bang!" Jack shot the white ski cap into a red and white ski cap. Ronick, who was pinned underneath him, was frightened for a moment, because the armor-piercing bullet of the pistol that remained unabated was rubbing with a cavity of hot blood. His ears dug into the snow.

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

Ronick suddenly woke up as if from a dream, climbed 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 could finish his words, a bullet shot out and caused a spark in the car door.

Jack pulled him back to the front of the bus and cursed secretly in his heart. The sniper who had been hiding in the car in the distance had obviously found out that something was wrong here and got out of the car. He was now aiming at the right side of the bus.

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

Roenick didn't care to ask why he brought the body with him. He bent down and rushed towards the back door. Jack followed behind him and fired with both guns in his hands. Start with white smoke.

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

Jack clicked his tongue regretfully, closed the iron door with his heels, dragged the chair next to him and pressed it against the door handle again.

If he was carrying that FK7.5, he might actually be able to catch a shot at this distance, and then he could take the risk and rush over to touch the corpse.

Because the police station was about to be relocated, the gun room was emptied out in advance. Except for a shotgun brought by two state troopers, there was not even a serious long gun.

If we could get that sniper's weapon, none of the guys who messed up his New Year's Eve barbecue party would be able to escape today.

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

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"No ID, a Glock 17 with the gun number erased, with a silencer, this guy should be one of the two people who sneaked in before."

Jack said as he tore open the coat of the corpse and found a corresponding damage on the bulletproof vest inside along a hole in the coat.

He took out the deformed bullet he had picked up from his pocket and put it on the table. Obviously, the black state trooper Jeffrey, who was still sleeping on the sofa, was not talking nonsense during the operation before. He did shoot the other party.

It's a pity that the other party was too well equipped. Not only did he have a bulletproof vest, but also bulletproof plates in front and back. This was considered fully armed for a gangster gunman.

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

Although Alex, the psychologist standing next to her, claimed to have been on the front line, she behaved like an ordinary person when facing the corpse in front of her. She was covering her mouth and trying to suppress her urge to vomit.

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

John seemed calmer. After all, he had seen some "big world" and even had the leisure to use his imagination.

"Black police? This Bishop's power is so great that the black police are willing to risk their lives to attack the police station to rescue him. He must have a lot of things.

You DHD are a little careless. You didn't use special police to escort him, but put him and other prisoners in the same bus."