Chapter 1044 New Year Snow Night (End) (Two-in-one chapter) (Double monthly votes requested)

In some war games that emphasize realism, there is a lighting mechanism. When a teammate finds an enemy, a red dot representing the enemy will be marked on the small map and shared with all teammates in the same camp.

But in reality, in order to achieve this effect, in addition to the communicator, everyone must at least know their own position and be able to report it accurately.

The sky in the distance has already turned slightly pale, but the woods are a different scene. Snowflakes are no longer falling, replaced by a faint forest mist.

The dim light, dead bushes and tree trunks that can be used to hide their bodies everywhere, plus this annoying fog, even with the help of night vision goggles, Duval and his people dare not disperse too much.

Although Ronik and Bishop are conscious of hiding their whereabouts, it is almost impossible to leave no footprints in the snow.

The three black police separated and searched forward in a fan-shaped manner, and they were only five or six meters apart. Duval, who only had a pistol, fell behind.

"Stop!" A black policeman walking in the middle raised his right hand and signaled the two teammates to stop.

"What's wrong?" Duval rushed up with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"They are still together." The black police pointed to the chaotic footprints under a big tree, "It seems that they rested there for a while."

"Chase them and kill them before leaving the woods." Duval's well-maintained old face showed a hideous look. The three men nodded slightly and followed the two rows of footprints.

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Ronik chose a tree with the thickest trunk in the surrounding circle, leaned on it and counted his heartbeats silently.

Adrenaline is something that the human body can easily get used to if it is secreted several times a night.

Even if someone pointed a gun at his head before, the sheriff had never been so nervous. After all, John's performance made the scene at that time seem a little unserious.

Actively choosing to attract firepower and become a live target is not because Ronik did not trust his marksmanship, but simply because he did not want to have anyone die because of his decision.

In the operation 8 months ago, his two partners died at the hands of drug dealers because of his decision to pursue separately.

Although both the Ministry of Internal Affairs and other people around him told him that the decision at that time, or the order itself, was not wrong, his good partners Carol and Tony were just unlucky.

But Ronik still inevitably suffered from PTSD. After all, not everyone can become a general and treat the lives of his soldiers as casualties with a wave of his hand.

Pain and self-doubt always tortured Ronik. Fortunately, he met the responsible psychologist Alex. Finally, on this New Year's Eve, he made up his mind to say goodbye to the past, the damn alcohol and painkillers, and welcome a new beginning.

Then such a bad thing came.

Ronik knew that his performance after coming to the 13th police station was very bad, and he didn't look like a responsible police chief at all, but the people in the old police station who had been on the cancellation list had already dispersed.

Therefore, when he encountered the betrayal of the old police officer Jasper at the last moment, Ronik's heart was unexpectedly calm. Perhaps this is the retribution mentioned in Eastern Buddhism. This is what he thought at the time.

When Bishop put another decision in front of him, Ronik decisively chose the one with the greatest risk. If someone was destined to die because of his decision tonight, he hoped it would be him.

The sound of stepping on the snow was very clear not far away. He quickly looked out from behind the tree trunk, but it was still foggy and he couldn't see anything.

Ronik gritted his teeth, jumped out from behind the tree, and started shooting in the direction of the sound. The sound of the AR15 with a silencer could not be heard too far in the woods, but the weak muzzle flame still exposed his position.

The bullets fell around the three black policemen, and the tree trunks beside them and under their feet made all kinds of strange noises, which immediately attracted their counterattack.

Quickly emptying a magazine, Ronik threw away the AR15 and turned to run. Dense bullets fell behind him. Just like those Hollywood blockbusters, the speed of the muzzle of the soldiers seemed to never catch up with the running figure of the protagonist.

In front of him was a fallen dead tree that he had chosen before. The trunk was as thick as two people could hug. Ronik pushed his legs hard, imagining Jack's handsome dive before, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

"Puff!" A bullet hit Ronik's right leg, bravely opened a hole in the thigh muscle group that was getting bigger and bigger, and finally broke through the skin on the other side and flew to freedom.

"Mmm." Ronik covered his right leg and twitched behind the tree trunk in pain. He curled up into a ball and didn't dare to move at all.

Bullets kept hitting the tree trunk, making a "puff" sound. Some were deeply embedded in the tree trunk, and some would pass through the insufficient thickness and shoot into the snow next to Ronik's cheek.

Facing the three assault rifles, the sheriff was suppressed in place. Even if his thigh was not hit, he lost the opportunity to get up and continue to escape.

The three black police officers continued to advance steadily in a fan shape, changing bullets in turn, maintaining suppression and shooting, without noticing that the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

When the three of them passed a snow pile that seemed to be supported by dry grass, Bishop, who had been waiting impatiently, jumped up like a mad black bear that was disturbed from hibernation, and pulled the trigger of the AR15 in his hand.

"Ah!"

Amidst the short and frightened screams, Bishop quickly put on the second magazine and walked up to a black policeman who was still twitching. "Where is Duval hiding?"

The black policeman clutched his throat that had been torn apart by the bullet, spitting out blood as he stared at the big black man in front of him.

Bishop came to him, saw his injuries clearly, took out his pistol and shot him in the head. The next second, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. This guy was not looking at himself, but behind him.

"Bang!" Duval, who appeared behind Bishop at some point, shot him in the abdomen the moment he turned around.

The big black man staggered two steps, leaned weakly on a tree trunk, and slowly slid to the ground.

The cunning Duval used his three men as bait and followed them from a distance. When he heard the gunshots became unusual, he quickened his pace and followed them, but he happened to see Bishop's killing spree. .

His choice was not to shoot in a hurry to rescue his men, but to watch everything happen cold-bloodedly. He walked quietly to Bishop before killing him, just like the oriole that caught the mantis.

"Bishop, look at you, Bishop, you ended up in this situation." Kicking away the firearm that fell on the ground, Marcus Duvall squatted down in front of the gang leader, revealing A mocking look on his face.

"Haha." Bishop, who was covering his abdominal wound, retorted and even laughed out loud, "What about you? Dear Marcus, do you think you can escape successfully if you kill me now?

Did that wimpy old Jasper tell you that there was an FBI present when you laid siege to the police station? "

Duval's pupils shrank suddenly, and the panic expression on his face disappeared for a moment, and then he suppressed the urge to curse in his heart, and forced himself to stay calm and put the muzzle of his gun against Bishop's forehead.

"Thank you very much for your reminder. I will flee this country as soon as possible. As for you, just die in peace."

"Don't even think about it, put down your weapon!" Roenick limped towards the two of them and pointed his gun at Duval.

Duval's gun was still pointed at Bishop's head, and he slowly stood up to face Roenicke.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot!" Bishop, who was leaning against the tree trunk, roared angrily.

"Shut the fuck up!" Roenicke yelled back with a louder voice, and then read Duvall a Miranda warning.

"Put down the gun, Duvall, you have the right to remain silent."

"Hahaha, you idiot, you actually read this to me?" Duval laughed as if he heard some joke, but the gun in his hand was pointed at Bishop's head motionlessly.

"What if I don't? Are you going to shoot me? Shoot a police inspector? Sergeant Roenicke, tell me, are you really going to do this? Shoot a fellow officer?"

Ronick thought about it seriously, but still found it difficult to understand this guy's logic, "After you did what you did, I think there is only one policeman and two criminals left here.

Put down the gun, you're under arrest, and by the way, Duvall, you disgust me. "

"My answer is still" Duval was interrupted by a lazy voice before he could say "no".

"Actually, there are three police officers here."

Duval turned back in horror, and the gun in his hand inevitably deviated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Roenicke shot Duvall three times in a row. The remaining nerve reaction still made him pull the trigger. The bullet grazed Bishop's ear and entered the tree trunk behind him.

"Sheriff!" Alice, who was following Jack, ran toward Ronick and held his arm.

Bishop endured the severe pain and stood up holding on to the tree trunk. He gave Ronick a middle finger and said, "Fakyu, Chief, I have never seen a police officer who shoots like a girl like you."

"I'm surprised you didn't shoot before me." Ronick gave Jack a wry smile.

Jack smiled back, "I never steal the opportunity to express myself in front of a girl that other people like."

Alice punched Roenick, causing him to grimace in pain, "To be honest, Sheriff, I didn't even recognize you just now. Your performance was so damn fierce. It was nothing like before."

"Really?" Ronick said with a proud look on his face, "You will get used to it gradually. Do you still have your cigarettes? Give me one, I gave away all my painkillers."

"And the last one. Damn it, I shouldn't have sworn to quit smoking." Alice took out the crushed cigarette case from her body, stuffed the deformed lady's cigarette into his mouth, and then continued to look for a lighter.

"I think cigarettes and cigars are two different words, and your New Year's pledge to quit smoking may not be so strict." Jack took out a box of cigars from his pocket and threw it to Alice along with the lighter.

"And you, Bishop, really don't want to take one?" Then he looked at the big black guy who was about to leave quietly.

Bishop glanced at the man and woman who were lighting cigarettes with a slightly distressed look, "Can't you pretend not to see me like the two of them?"

"I said, you are not part of my responsibilities, but if you want to leave this woods alone, I will have to waste my New Year's holiday in this damn place."

Jack took Bishop's arm and lifted him up, "If you need it, I will help you introduce a good lawyer."

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The sky after the snowstorm looked particularly clean, as if all the clouds had been blown away by the strong wind.

The morning sun drove away the mist in the forest, but people could not feel much warmth when it fell on their bodies. The temperature after snow is usually lower than when it snows.

Police Station No. 13 not far away was still emitting black smoke. A snowplow and several fire trucks were parked on the side of the road. There were more DPD police cars and black Subaru vehicles coming.

A man in a black suit and several police officers came to meet the four people who walked out of the woods. Seeing their embarrassed appearance, he was hesitant to speak.

"Supervisory Agent Tavoler? I am Agent Rory McCoy. Are you okay?"

Jack had smoked less than half of the cigar in his mouth. After handcuffing Bishop and handing him over to two paramedics carrying a stretcher, he took the initiative to shake hands with the other party.

"Thank you for your support, and Happy New Year."

Although it was still the traditional ending of reinforcements arriving after the matter was over, to be fair, it was not easy to arrive at this speed in such a bad weather, and Jack had nothing to complain about.

"Uh, Happy New Year."

Seeing this young colleague who was at least one generation younger than him but two levels higher suddenly say this, the agent was also a little confused. It took him a long time to remember what he should say.

"There are still some issues that need to be confirmed here. I don't know."

"I will submit a complete report later. I have a few companions." Before Jack finished speaking, he saw Alex in a firefighter uniform waving at him.

Behind her was an ambulance, and the one lying face down in it should be John.

"Jeffrey has been sent to the hospital by helicopter. John insisted on staying and waiting for you."

Jack thought twice before he remembered that Jeffrey should be the black state policeman he rescued. He was lucky. After a lot of trouble, he actually persisted until the rescue arrived.

Ronick was also sent to the ambulance. At the insistence of Alex and Alice, everyone simply squeezed together and rushed to the hospital together.

After a set of procedures, including debridement, infusion and suturing, Ronik and John stayed in the hospital, with Alice accompanying them. Jack, who had received many calls in the waiting area, was already a little restless, and his eyes were a little red.

When he was considering whether to simply steal two tranquilizers in the hospital and find a hotel to give himself an injection, Alex, who had just finished a call, came to Jack with a suspicious expression.

"Professor Cahill just called me, and she said you might need some help."