Chapter 1040 New Year Snow Night (Twenty) (Double monthly votes requested)

Although stun grenades are non-lethal weapons, they do explode and can easily ignite flammable materials such as gasoline. On the contrary, ordinary bullets are difficult to ignite gasoline even if they are fired directly at a fuel tank, because the ignition point of gasoline is 427 degrees.

At this moment, with the help of the accelerant, the fire quickly spread, burning from the wooden stairs all the way to the second floor, and from the corridor to the front hall.

There are many flammable materials in the old police station, such as lounge chairs in the corridor, various office furniture and even partitions in the office area.

The two two-man team that had just entered the main entrance with bulletproof shields retreated faster than when they came, and soon the roof of the second floor also threw down ropes.

The remaining five commandos had to climb down along the already hot outer wall, and they didn't even bother to take their companions' bodies with them.

A white middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and had only slightly gray hair on his temples stood beside the GMC with his hands behind his back and frowned at the scene in front of him.

He had a cigarette in his mouth. If Ronik was here at this time, he would recognize him at a glance as Marcus Duval who had appeared in the news reports during the day.

"Sir, this fire may attract the fire department." A black policeman who had just evacuated from the house trotted to his side and said.

Duval threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it out with his foot. After thinking for a while, he picked it up from the snow and stuffed it into his pocket, "Yes, we have to act quickly."

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Time went back to 5 minutes ago. Ronik and Bishop went down to the basement along the rusty telescopic ladder. They saw the old police officer Jasper cleaning an iron frame with the help of everyone.

The iron frame was piled with messy debris and covered with dust, which made Alex and Alice cough. The seriously injured and unconscious black state trooper Jeffrey regained some consciousness at this time and was leaning against the wall and breathing hard.

"Where is Officer Nolan?" The basement was not big. Ronik didn't see John at a glance and asked hurriedly.

Alice looked at him with some doubt, "Wasn't he with you just now?"

"Come and help." Jasper was looking for something under the iron frame with a flashlight, and finally let out a long breath, "It's right below, help me move this damn thing away."

The strong Bishop stepped forward and pushed down the iron frame. Jasper kicked away a few broken cardboard boxes with his feet, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a manhole cover underneath.

"That's right, it's here." Jasper went up and tried to pull open the manhole cover, but it didn't move at all.

"I think you need this." John's voice came from behind everyone, and he was holding a short crowbar in his hand.

"Thank God." Ronik took the crowbar from him and handed it to the old police officer Jasper, "Where did you go just now?"

John smiled and flashed his mobile phone, "Jack asked me to collect some evidence. We can't take the body away, but after tonight we can't accuse Marcus Duval and his people based on confessions alone, right?"

"Well done." Before Ronik finished speaking, the old police officer Jasper had already pried open the sewer cover with a crowbar, and a faint stench instantly filled the entire basement.

No one covered their noses. On the contrary, everyone present, including the two beauties, showed a hopeful smile on their faces.

There was almost no water in the old sewer, and even a halogen lamp provided a dim light every few meters. Bishop, who deliberately walked at the end, looked around suspiciously, but attracted John who looked back at him in front and asked curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go." Bishop shook his head. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his years of gang experience and the experience he had accumulated from wandering between life and death reminded him subconsciously that they had not yet truly escaped.

The height of the sewer was almost 1.8 meters. Most of the people in the group only needed to lower their heads slightly to pass through smoothly. The width was also wide enough for two people to walk side by side. John could help State Trooper Jeffrey move forward alone.

Because there were seriously injured people and they didn't dare to make too much noise, it took them about 20 minutes to reach the end of the sewer. After turning the last corner, several ladders made of rusty steel bars fixed on the wall appeared in front of them.

Looking up along the rusty steel bars on the wall, there was a round manhole cover, which was also the end of this sewer.

"I'll do it." Sheriff Ronick still took the lead and handed the flashlight to the old police officer Jasper. He climbed up along the rusty steel bars. When he reached the top, he carefully pushed open the manhole cover with the muzzle of the AR15.

A large pile of snow fell into Ronik's collar and turned into icy snow water, which actually cheered him up. Outside, except for the whistling wind, there was only the rustling snowflakes.

Ronik struggled to move the manhole cover and looked around, and found that he was already in a factory area, with a forest not far away. He tried hard to identify the direction, and finally saw a red fire in the distance behind him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, there's no one around, we're safe."

Everyone climbed out of the sewer one by one, Ronik, old police officer Jasper, Capra, Alice and psychologist Alex in the middle, followed by the prisoner Blackie.

It took a lot of effort to get the seriously injured state policeman Jeffrey out of the sewer, but fortunately John and Bishop at the back were both strong men.

"Be careful."

John also took the initiative to reach out and pull Bishop, but the latter just climbed out of the sewer and still held him tightly.

"What about you?" Before John could react, his right hand was twisted behind his back, and the muzzle of a gun that was colder than the human heart was pressed against his waist.

"Don't touch Officer Nolan, I'm sorry." Bishop controlled John, slowly pulled the AR15 off his shoulder, pulled out the pistol from his waist and threw it in the snow.

"You bastard!" The old police officer Jasper drew his gun and pointed it at Bishop angrily. Roenick, who had turned his back to everyone on guard, also turned around and pointed the gun at the gangster. In addition to anger, there was also a little anger in his eyes. disappointment.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Officer Nolan. He only needs to walk with me for a while. Just don't follow me." Bishop took John two steps back and distanced himself slightly from everyone.

"Put down your arms, gentlemen, and I think this may bring a happy ending to this matter."

As soon as Bishop's words came out, John, who was being strangled by him, chuckled, "Bishop, Jack has introduced his identity to you, right?"

"Yes, he said he was from the FBI in New York, not for me."

Bishop felt vaguely uneasy. Of course, if any of the hostages in his hands suddenly laughed, the kidnappers would feel uneasy. But the source of his uneasiness at the moment was not the middle-aged uncle in his hands, but the man who did not know where he was now. young FBI agent.

"He did say that you were not his responsibility, but do you know the name of the action team he led?" John laughed so hard that crow's feet appeared.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Bishop glanced behind him subconsciously, fearing that Jack would suddenly appear.

"His action team is called the 'Wanted Criminal Team,' so what you are doing now is turning yourself into his target."

However, before Bishop could realize the meaning of his words, John's smile froze on his face, because several pieces of white cloth were suddenly lifted up in the snow around them, and the black muzzles were pointed at everyone at the scene. people.

"Don't move!"

"Put down your weapons! Get down on your knees!" Several police officers emerged from hidden corners and pointed their guns at the people who thought they had escaped.

"Damn it!" Roenick, who was surrounded in the middle, angrily threw away his assault rifle, kicked up a cloud of snowflakes unwillingly, and was then forcibly pushed to the ground.

Bishop, who was still in the hijacking posture, was stabbed in the head with a gun and had to raise his hands and kneel to the ground, because the people surrounding them obviously didn't care about the life or death of the hostages in his hands.