Chapter 1037 New Year's Snow Night (Seventeen)

Although there are many types of AR15, M16 and M4 series rifles, they are essentially derived from the Armalite AR-10 rifle launched in 1956.

The basic model of the Armalite AR-10 rifle became the AR-15 rifle after modification, and it still used the .223 Remington rifle bullet.

Later, Armalite sold the patent rights of AR-10 and AR-15 to Colt, and Colt continued to improve it, such as changing the bolt handle from the bottom of the handle to the rear of the receiver.

After Colt's improvement, the AR15 subsequently entered the US military and was first equipped by the Air Force and named M16, while the semi-automatic police and civilian versions are still called AR15.

When the 14 carbine made its grand debut, it gradually replaced the original M16. During this period, the military donated a large number of obsolete M16 to police stations in various places.

Compared with the more formal naming method of the military, the names of the AR15 imitations of various models that appeared in the civilian world due to the expiration of Colt's patent in 1977 are not so formal.

Generally speaking, as long as the police or civilian models can be fired in semi-automatic mode, they are collectively referred to as AR15. Therefore, it is not too strange to find that the US police have AR series assault rifles that can fire three rounds or fully automatic.

The one in Jack's hand is an AR15 with a speed selector. He is not sure about the specific model. Although there is no three-round burst mode, it does not mean that he cannot achieve a similar effect with extremely high hand speed.

After all, this is not a gun he adjusted himself, and the current situation does not allow him to operate it this way. Then he can only use the number of shots to make up for the accuracy. The first shot observes the landing point, and the next two shots correct the trajectory by feeling.

He knew very well that there was a sniper in the southeast corner who must be staring at this side, so he shot slowly for one shot and quickly for two shots. After shooting three shots, he quickly hid under the window sill.

Sure enough, even with the silencer that eliminated most of the muzzle flame, Jack's movements still attracted the attention of another sniper, and soon attracted a counterattack.

But this also achieved Jack's intention. Since the other party was shooting at him non-stop, he naturally had no time to pay attention to Ronik who was saving people below.

When he shook off the glass and wood chips and returned downstairs, Ronik had half-pulled and half-dragged a drunk man back to the police station. The two were leaning on the cell railings in the detention area and panting.

"What happened? Who is hitting us? Sheriff?"

The man looked very scared, wearing a pointed paper hat on his head. He looked like he had just attended a party. Although he was still a little lisp when he spoke, he seemed to have sobered up a lot.

Except for John and old police officer Jasper who stayed in the front hall, everyone, including several prisoners, looked at this guy with burning eyes.

"Fuck, who was shooting at us just now?" Seeing that no one was talking, the man looked around and suddenly found that the four bodies of the black policemen who had been thrown into the cell behind him by Jack were so scared that they jumped up from the ground.

"Fuck, what happened here before?"

His eyes continued to sweep across the faces of several prisoners, and finally fell on Jack's face who was walking towards this side with a gun. His expression changed from fear to confusion, and then from confusion to confusion.

"Who are these guys fucking with?"

Alex, who came to the police station almost every week to give Ronnick psychological counseling, obviously also knew this Capra mentioned by Alice. She looked at this unlucky guy who fell into the trap with a slightly tangled expression and asked.

"What are you doing in the police station at this time? Capra."

Capra was still in a state of confusion, and his eyes were almost completely empty and he continued to look around blankly until his eyes finally focused on the fishnet stockings under Alice's small leather skirt, and then he came back to his senses.

"Today is New Year's Eve. I know that you three are the only ones on duty at the police station, so I want to come and have a drink with Alice."

"Then you picked a good day. Besides, I told you a long time ago, Capra, I only sleep with bad boys."

Alice rolled her eyes at the male police officer who was bald before middle age and whose appearance could even be described as wretched.

But at this moment, the sound of a bullet being loaded from behind Bishop came suddenly, and the drug addict among the prisoners pointed the gun at Capra.

"Wow wow wow wow, this is such a sweet love story." The guy's accent was very uncomfortable. Even if you just heard the sound, you would imagine the guy drooling when he spoke.

"It sounds really sweet, but unfortunately, I don't believe any of the shit you say."

Before the drug addict finished speaking, Alice and Alex subconsciously raised their pistols, of course, pointing at this emotionally unstable guy.

"Put down your guns!"

"Damn, he's really a police officer here!"

Seeing their "own man" being pointed at by the other party, the other two prisoners also subconsciously raised their guns to confront him. Seeing this scene, Ronik wiped his face in pain.

"Put down your guns, please, don't do this again, okay?"

Except for the drug addict, the others looked at each other and put down their weapons at the same time, with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

Jack moved half a step to the side without leaving a trace, hiding the right half of his body behind Alex. As his arm moved slightly, Sig Sauer had already fallen into his palm, and then he looked at Bishop who was also moving.

The drug addict was still talking, "Pretending to chase the chick, this is a genius idea, send someone to sneak in and then kill us one by one, right? Tell us your plan honestly, bastard!"

"Come on, didn't you see them shooting? If it wasn't for Jack, Capra and I would have been almost shot to death!" Ronick was still trying to help explain.

"Yeah, they did shoot, that's right, but it could also be a show, they just missed on purpose, all this was planned!"

The drug addict's words immediately made the other prisoners, Little Black Smiley and Black Girl, hesitate, it sounded like there was indeed such a possibility.

At this moment, Capra was also completely awakened by fear, after all, the guy pointing a gun at him didn't look like a mentally normal person, he just opened his coat.

"Do you think I have a gun? I'm not Rambo, what can I do to kill you one by one!"

"At least lock him up, in a cell, he can hide under the corpse, so that no one will come in and shoot him."

Seeing that this guy was getting more and more outrageous, Ronik also came to his senses. He was actually wasting time arguing with a guy with red eyes and obviously not yet under the influence of drugs.

"I vouch for him, Capra is one of us, OK? I vouch for him." He said this, but his eyes were looking at Bishop and Jack.

The drug addict shook his head frantically, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth turned into white foam. "I'm sorry, but your words are no longer effective. This place is not your responsibility now, right, Bishop? Bishop, tell them! You are the boss here!"

Seeing that Jack had lost his patience and his eyes narrowed with murderous intent, Bishop quickly winked at him, indicating that he would take care of it.

As the drug addict chattered, the big black man slowly walked to his side, put his hand on the butt of the gun, and said in a deep voice, "Put the gun down."

"No, no, no, man, please, don't you understand what I mean? This guy just popped up and tried to be clever."

Before the drug addict finished speaking, Bishop raised the muzzle of the gun with his right hand and cut his throat with a palm knife with his left hand.

"Hehe." The drug addict who fell to the ground groaned in pain. Bishop took the AR15 and handed it directly to Jack who walked forward, and then lifted the guy from the ground.

"Sheriff Ronick is the person in charge here, understand? There is no doubt about this."

The fierce look of this gangster boss is still quite intimidating. Jack's smile is also a sneer, and Jack's smile looks as harmless as the sunshine on the beach in Los Angeles.