Chapter 1043 New Year's Snow Night (Twenty-three) (Double monthly votes requested)

In the following time, Jack successfully found and physically shut down the signal jammer permanently, and then drove around to find the whereabouts of everyone while calling Jubal.

At this time, the benefits of being in different systems are reflected, and the FBI does not need to worry about any more moths.

It's just that today is New Year's Eve, even most of the local FBI-SWAT team members are on vacation, and the blizzard has just stopped, so reinforcements will not arrive so quickly for a while.

But fortunately, the blizzard has just stopped, and although there are still small snowflakes in the sky, the tire tracks on the ground are extremely clear.

At this time, Jack didn't know that Duval was going to ambush, but it was definitely right to follow his GMC, so John's show-off scene happened later.

When the old rookie's IQ is online, his intelligence is no less than that of his cousin who makes a living by writing books in New York. After all, ordinary people can't switch careers freely when they are nearly 40 years old, from a contractor to an LAPD.

You have to know that when he and Jack competed in the police academy, they were not only competing in physical fitness and reaction, but also in various written tests and examinations to recite regulations.

And in almost all projects, if Jack didn't pay attention, John would definitely take the first place.

So when Duval ordered all his men to take off their masks, John didn't see Jack at the scene, so he confidently guessed that he must be hiding in the dark.

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The black girl's driving skills were average, and now the road was blocked by heavy snow, so she didn't dare to step on the accelerator too hard, and was soon caught up by another GMC.

The bullets hit the car, causing the girls in the car to scream.

John, whose butt was still bleeding, shook his head, which was a little dizzy due to blood loss, and fumbled for the AR15 at hand to try to fight back.

"Leave it to me."

Alex, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grabbed his assault rifle, rolled down the window and tried to lean out half of her body. As a result, because of this posture, she couldn't put her shoulder against the car. After firing two shots, she was injured by the recoil and her wrist was injured. By the way, their last assault rifle was rolled under the car.

Alice rolled her eyes at the psychologist who liked to show off, picked up her small pistol and emptied the magazine randomly outside, but she didn't even shoot a spark the whole time.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, if the other party hadn't been trying to aim at the tires instead of shooting directly at the car body, I'm afraid there would have been casualties among them.

At this moment, a police car with DPD livery suddenly came from behind and joined the chase, and even deliberately sounded a siren to attract the attention of both sides.

When it and the GMC driven by the black police drove side by side, the black police in the car also saw the driver in the police car who was dressed the same as them.

Seeing that his teammate had such great driving skills and could catch up so easily, Duval's confidant, who was driving, excitedly waved forward at him, signaling him to overtake and catch up.

But the guy driving the police car leaned over slightly, then pulled down the mask covering his face, revealing a strange handsome face and grinning at this side.

Before Duval's confidant could react, and even before he could see how many big white teeth the other party had revealed, the DPD police car with flashing police lights tilted its front, and the brakes emitted green smoke, hitting the left rear wheel of the GMC at a perfect PIT angle.

The GMC turned sideways halfway and rolled on the roadside where the front car had crushed thin ice.

Jack stopped the police car steadily, looked straight ahead, and silently counted circles in his heart, ".4, 5, 6"

There are thousands of roads, safety is the first, driving irregularly, relatives shed tears.

It is impossible to wear a seat belt during a gunfight and car chase. Although the speed is not very fast, under the weather conditions at this time, the GMC still tried very hard to throw out everything that can be thrown out of its body.

"Stop! Stop!"

John, who watched this scene from the broken rear window, slapped the backrest of the black girl hard, "That's Jack, he came to save us."

The police car slowly started again, and ruthlessly ran over the arm of a black policeman who was still trying to struggle, crushing him together with the AR15 in his hand.

Carefully bypassing the wreckage on the ground, the police car slowly pulled over to the side. At the same time, the GMC in front also opened the door. John covered his butt with gauze with one hand and pulled the door handle with the other hand, looking over here with a wry smile.

"You are really lucky" Jack shook his head speechlessly. Fortunately, it was only one shot and two eyes instead of four eyes, otherwise he would really be guilty.

"Sheriff..." Alice was a little worried about what she was going to say, but she was hesitant. Although she was worried about Ronik's safety, Jack had done enough for these strangers.

"You wait here. I've called for reinforcements, but it may take some time for them to get here." Jack was relieved to see that everyone in the car was fine, and turned around to go back.

The plug-in did not provide the skill of pulling out a hair to create a clone, but Ronik should be fine for a while as long as he is smart, of course, the premise is that Bishop will not shoot him in the back in order to escape.

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In the woods, Ronik tried to step on the dead grass to prevent leaving too many easily recognizable footprints on the snow, and tried not to touch the dead bushes and branches to avoid making continuous noises to attract pursuers.

The snow in the woods was less than that on the ground. A lot of it was piled up on the tall branches. From time to time, a few dead branches that could not bear the weight would snap and die together with the thick snow on them, falling to the ground together and making a loud noise.

The young sheriff was like a frightened bird, and had been frightened by the noise several times.

Not long after entering the woods, he was separated from Bishop. Ronik didn't know whether the other party deliberately got rid of him or just accidentally got separated.

But at this time, he couldn't care about these. Ronik knew very well that he and the seemingly notorious Bishop were far inferior to professionals like Jack. Even if the two were still together, it would not be so easy to deal with the pursuers behind them.

He even had an illusion that the people in the police station might be just a burden in Jack's eyes.

Just as Ronik leaned against a big tree and gasped for breath, a click suddenly sounded behind him. It was the sound of the pistol slide being pulled and the bullet loaded.

"Hello, Sheriff." Feeling the cold muzzle of a gun against his neck, Ronick breathed a sigh of relief because he recognized Bishop's voice.

"Why are you still here?"

"Marcus Duval is still alive, which I cannot accept." Because a troublemaker who is good at using actions to slap people in the face is not there, Bishop has returned to his usual pretentious tone.

"Are you saying that we continue to cooperate?" Ronick understood.

"I saw them chasing us in. There are only four people including Duval, and we still have plenty of ammunition."

As if to increase the persuasiveness, Bishop put away his pistol and showed Ronick the magazine stuck in his chest and the AR15 in his hand.

After being bullied all night, it is impossible to say that Ronick did not have the idea of ​​fighting back, but he was also very clear about his own disadvantages.

"But the problem is that they can see us now, but we can't see them." He regretted not getting a helmet with night vision goggles on his head before.

"Well, you can choose between attracting fire or burying yourself in the snow." The big black man had obviously already thought of a plan.

Ronik couldn't help but sigh, "Don't miss, Bishop."