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

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

The sniper never fired, and the two people successfully started the car.

The car turned around, turned, and drove onto the main road. There was still no gunshot. 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 front hall of the police station, hiding behind several windows and looking at the drug addict who was driving east along the main road.

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

The old police officer Jasper angrily said, "I bet that even if those two cowards escaped, they wouldn't help call the police."

John pointed to the two GMCs in the distance with an ugly face to Jack. The other party seemed to be just 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 began to slap the steering wheel excitedly.

At this time, 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 nervous for no reason.

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

A searchlight column hit the fleeing Ford SUV from top to bottom. Following the direction of the light column, everyone looked up and saw a helicopter flying quickly at low altitude.

This is a "Subaru Bell 412EPX" helicopter with police paint. The reason why Jack could recognize it at a glance is that the NYPD just bought two new ones this year to enhance search and rescue and support capabilities.

"Damn, they actually called 'A.V-5'!" Ronick exclaimed.

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

Under the horrified eyes 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 suddenly pulled open.

Well, after all, it was a police helicopter, and it couldn't have a door machine gun, but facing the strafing of two assault rifles, the Ford SUV with a shattered windshield could not last more than 3 seconds, and the front of the car tilted and flipped into the roadside gutter.

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

From the perspective of the police station, it was unclear what happened under the shoulder of the road, but as a few gunshots were lit in the helicopter cabin again, the fate of the drug addict and Little Black Smiley was already imaginable.

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

Soon, the sound of the helicopter's propellers sounded above everyone's heads, and the GMC in the distance also turned on its lights and slowly drove over here.

"Jack, what do you think? Stay in the room?" Bishop subconsciously looked directly at Jack.

"What else? Go out and be hunted like turkeys by them one by one?" Jack looked at Ronick, and seeing that he was already in a state of panic, he took over the command directly.

"Bishop, take people to collect flammable materials, alcohol or gasoline, the more the better, and pile them on the staircase platform from the first floor to the second floor.

Sheriff, 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 choice, but there is no better way at the moment. Generally speaking, civilian basements should also have basic fire protection functions, although there is still a risk of suffocation.

As a result, Ronik turned his eyes to the old police officer Jasper next to him for help. It was obvious that 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 in unison. He hurriedly made up for himself, "I really didn't remember it. Too many things happened tonight. And don't have too much hope. Even I don't know where the sewer leads to."

"It doesn't matter, Alice, you take the others to the basement, John, you come with 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 the ventilation duct leading directly to the roof came with an unsettling sound, John's figure disappeared behind Jack who returned to the stairwell again.

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

Bishop and Ronik hid on both sides of the corridor, watching the movement from above with nervous expressions.

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

"Are you sure?" Ronik looked worried.

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

Two GMCs had already approached the gate. As the lights were turned off, several muffled "bangs" were heard, and several smoke bombs broke through the window and fell into the front hall.

"Then be careful." Ronik looked very touched, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Bishop also looked at Jack deeply, without saying anything, and turned to follow, but was pulled by Jack.

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

"Be careful." Jack whispered, and took two steps at a time to go up to the second floor.

Bishop stared blankly at the direction where he disappeared, and after a moment, he seemed to wake up from a dream, and quickly turned around to follow Ronik.

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

Jack didn't know if all the members of the Detroit Police Department were villains, but even in Gotham, there was still Sheriff Gordon, the light of justice. Those on the helicopter were probably Marcus Duval's last trump card before dawn.

It was all because of their bad luck. If the blizzard had dissipated later, the helicopter might not have been able to take off, and everyone could have waited for dawn in peace.

There was a sound of someone dismantling the ventilation duct overhead, 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 get in, but only children or petite women.

It was purely overthinking for a fully armed adult male to squeeze in. He had to force a skylight first.

He rushed all the way into the innermost office, maximized his visual sense, and squinted his eyes to find the remaining two snipers on the third floor of the opposite building and the roof of the other side.

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

This time, Jack was not counterattacked by the sniper, because he shot the sniper on the third floor opposite from close to far, and then shot a short burst, and then killed the one on the roof opposite.

"Boom!" An explosion resounded through the second floor, and the airborne black police who had dismantled the ventilation pipe on the roof directly opened a skylight with explosives.

However, just as one of them was impatient to let the rope down without waiting for the dust to clear, several bullets shot out from the artificial skylight that had just been opened.

The black police immediately spurted out a stream of blood, covered his neck and fell silently in the snow on the roof.

"Damn bastard!"

"Bastard raised by Gou Niang!"

The remaining 5 people on the roof were visibly panicked, and stun bombs and smoke bombs were thrown down one after another.

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

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