Chapter 1205 Overly Cautious Jack

Jack, dressed in a black suit, with a dark shirt and tie, passed through the crowd as agilely as a black panther, but his voice seemed to be left behind, "Danny, outflanking at two o'clock, Esposito at ten o'clock, and the rest of you protect the women and children!"

The funeral was attended not only by the widow and two daughters of Superintendent Montgomery, but also by Cassel's beloved daughter Alexis and mother Martha.

When the voice reached the ears of the crowd, Jack had already rushed out of the funeral procession. The two people who received the order behind him did not hesitate at all, and followed him and ran wildly, and soon caught up from both sides.

The reason why he was caught up by the two people was not because Jack ran slowly, nor was it because the complex terrain of the cemetery limited his performance, but because he began to move forward quickly by shooting on the move after leaving the crowd.

The two legs alternated quickly with a pace similar to race walking, the upper body above the waist was almost completely motionless, and both hands held the gun and stretched straight, forming a relatively stable shooting posture.

The summer sun was still dazzling even in the early morning. Continuous gunshots rang out in the cemetery, but the gunman hiding on the hill never had the chance to fire a second shot.

Jack had always used the large FK7.5 as his backup gun, not only because the special armor-piercing bullets equipped with this gun could effectively penetrate most common bulletproof vests within a distance of 20 meters, but also because its effective range far exceeded that of ordinary pistols.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, without any cover, "charging" straight at a sniper with a pistol in hand seemed to be an extremely stupid thing, but Jack did it anyway.

It took him less than 5 seconds to rush out of the funeral procession, and before anyone could react, he had shortened the distance between himself and the gunman to within 150 meters.

After that, there was only the continuous gunshots of the FK7.5 in the cemetery, and the bullets kept falling within a range of about two or three meters around a tombstone in the distance, and as the landing point was corrected and the distance was shortened, this range was constantly shrinking.

At this time, only half a minute had passed since the gunman fired the first shot, but in this half a minute, the other party's mentality experienced a roller coaster-like ups and downs.

From the initial accidental exposure and hasty shooting, to trying to aim at Beckett to make a second shot, to being surprised to find that someone dared to charge straight at him at this distance, and then he tried to aim at Jack, wanting to kill him and run away.

After a piece of gravel cracked his eye corner, the gunman finally realized that the situation was not good and wanted to run away directly, but the stone chips that kept bursting out of the tombstone in front of him and the bullet holes that appeared at his feet reminded him that turning around and running at this time was not a good idea.

Jack's shooting speed was not fast, basically maintaining a suppressive shooting speed of one shot per 1 or 2 seconds, but the speed of changing magazines made the gunman behind the tombstone feel no abnormal pause.

Finally, after more than a minute of continuous gunfire, Danny and Esposito, who were late but arrived first, had completed the encirclement from the left and right sides.

"Surrender, you have no chance." Jack was nearly 40 meters away from the gunman at this time, and at this distance, the other party had no chance.

He had emptied two spare magazines with a total of 45 bullets along the way, and the FK7.5 was empty, but it didn't matter anymore, his sidearm SIG Sauer P320-XTen had also entered the effective range.

"I surrender!" Seeing that two NYPDs blocked his retreat on the left and right, a burly man in a cemetery manager's uniform appeared from behind the tombstone with his hands raised high, staring at Jack who was approaching slowly, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Who are you?"

"FBI, you are under arrest, stay still, unless you want to be blown up by me." Jack's gun seemed to be locked, firmly aimed at his head.

Danny, who was out of breath, took a few deep breaths, and then carefully stepped forward to take out the handcuffs and handcuffed him.

Soon, the NYPD officers who attended the funeral gathered around. Beckett was about to rush forward, but Cassel pulled her back and shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not the place to ask questions.

Although they still didn't know the true identity of the person behind the scenes, since Jack had made it clear last night that he would use unconventional means to solve the matter, there was no need to make it known to everyone.

"Is everyone okay?" Jack looked at Beckett.

"No one was injured." The female detective rubbed her shoulders. Although Cassel's flying dive was very handsome and made her very excited, it didn't feel good to be pressed on the grass by a 1.87-meter tall guy.

"How to deal with this guy?" Danny was also an insider. He had a general understanding of the incident from his father, so he asked Jack's opinion directly.

"Leave it to me."

Jack picked up a desert-colored M110A1 sniper rifle from the ground next to the tombstone. After noticing that the gun number on it had not been erased, he took a photo and sent it to Alice.

This gun, if you only look at the model, will be considered as a derivative of the US military's standard sniper rifle M110, but in fact the two are not related at all.

M110A1 can be directly regarded as the US military version of G28E, which is not much different from the one Hannah often uses.

The funeral that was interrupted unexpectedly ended hastily under the watchful eyes of hundreds of NYPD police officers. When the coffin of Superintendent Montgomery was covered with soil, the armored vehicle driven by the NYPD's special police force-ESU also arrived at the cemetery.

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The masked gunman was put in heavy shackles and pushed into the armored car, followed by two Subaru vehicles sent by the FBI New York office.

Then the guests who came to the funeral dispersed one after another, and the last to leave was the black Lincoln hearse. However, the route of this car was a bit strange. After leaving the cemetery, it drove straight onto Interstate 495 leading to Long Island.

"Isn't this a bit too cautious?" Cassel asked aggrievedly because there were too many people in the car and he was squeezed in the corner.

"Although we all know that the mastermind behind the scenes is very powerful, attacking the escort car of the NYPD SWAT? Please, this is not a movie."

Jack, who was looking through the information on his mobile phone, did not refute his words immediately, but raised his mobile phone and put the photo on it in front of the gunman who had remained silent so far for comparison.

"The serial number on the M110A1 sniper rifle shows that its owner is Martin Horst, an Army Ranger who died in an operation seven years ago. His body was found later, but the whereabouts of the gun have been unknown since then."

The photo shows a young Latino with a flat nose, thick lips and black curly hair.

The gunman sandwiched between Danny and Esposito is a white man with brown hair and a high nose. Although he also has a military temperament, his appearance is completely different.