The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"Pfft"

Jack picked up a glass of water from the table and put out the charcoal fire in the grill. He raised his hand to stop John who had already drawn his pistol, and pointed to the door that was slightly open.

"John, stay here."

John understood immediately. He went to the door, closed it gently and locked it. Then he stood guard against the wall. With Jack behind him, one more person wouldn't make much difference. But he also needed to be on guard against a scheme to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The others were not slow to react either. In just a short delay, another state police officer, Jeffrey, who was leaning against the entrance of the corridor, was the first to rush to the temporary detention area. He was followed by Sheriff Ronick, and the last was the relatively bloated old police officer Jasper.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Fierce gunshots were heard from the temporary detention area, all from the same Smith & Wesson M&P40 pistol, which is the standard sidearm of the DPD and local state police. There were also a few sounds similar to opening champagne in between, as the other party used a pistol with a silencer.

When Jack arrived, he saw the white state trooper lying on his back on the entrance steps of the temporary detention area. The large tray he had just handed him fell to the ground, and the food inside was spilled everywhere.

The black state trooper Jeffrey had already chased the unidentified gunman around the corner of the corridor. There was a back door there, and a prison bus driven by the state troopers was parked at the door, with Sheriff Ronick following closely behind him.

"Damn it, hold on!"

The old police officer Jasper squatted on the ground and yelled, checking the injuries of the white state trooper. Jack knew at a glance that the other party was beyond saving. He was shot at least four times in the chest and had two gunshot wounds in the abdomen.

It's not that he was cold-blooded and unwilling to take action. Not to mention whether he could fool the old police officer Jasper in front of him and Alice who followed closely, there were four pairs of eyes in the cell staring at this place.

Three of the prisoners were still screaming, obviously frightened by the scene just now, and were shouting at the police to let them out. Only the big black man Bishop hid sideways in the corner of the cell, watching the movements around him calmly.

"Alice, get him inside." Jack looked up at the small corridor leading to the back door. The figures of the black state trooper Jeffrey and Ronick had disappeared there, obviously chasing after him.

Worried that the two might get into another accident, Jack took two steps at a time and walked through the last storage room where miscellaneous items were stored. Sure enough, he saw an open iron door at the end of the corridor. Strong winds were blowing in snowflakes, and he could faintly hear gunshots coming from outside.

"Sheriff Ronnick?" Jack chased to the door, but what he saw was exactly the scene he was worried about. The black state trooper had fallen in the snow, and Ronnick was struggling to drag him back.

He was about to step forward to help, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. There seemed to be a cold and murderous gaze directed at him from not far away, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

There are snipers!

Jack raised his hand and fired without thinking, emptying all 320 bullets in the SIG Sauer P14-XTen magazine in one breath. The wind and snow were too strong and the distance was too far, so he didn't expect to hit the target. He just relied on his feeling to scare the opponent.

Because the 10mm Auto bullet is too thick, although the magazine capacity is designed to be 15 rounds, it is difficult to put the last round in. In order not to affect the life of the spring, Jack usually only loads 14 rounds.

He also had no habit of stuffing an extra bullet into the chamber of the gun unless it was an emergency, as that would make it too easy for it to go off accidentally.

"What are you doing? Help me!" It was obvious that Ronick did not notice the presence of the sniper and thought that the FBI was just shooting randomly to cover him.

Jack was too lazy to explain. It turned out that his shooting of faith was very effective. As the chill in his heart subsided slightly, he had already rushed out the back door.

At this time, the snow outside was just above Jack's ankles. Jack grabbed the collar of the black state trooper and applied a little force. Ronick felt his hands lighten and looked at him in surprise as he lifted up the 180-pound man with one hand as if he was grabbing a child.

"Close the door and find something to block it."

Jack threw down these words and helped the black state policeman into the corridor in a half-hug position.

"Alice! Jasper! How is he? After finding a chair to prop up the broken iron door, Ronick walked past Jack who was supporting the wounded, turned the corner and walked quickly towards the white state policeman who had been shot earlier, but stopped the next moment.

"He's dead! 'Son of the Beach'!" Old police officer Jasper stood up angrily and pointed at the gangster boss in the cell and cursed, "It's all because of this fucking Bishop. Those people must have come to rescue him. This bastard's son of a bitch!"

"Let us out! I don't want to be left here to die!"

"Let us go, please!"

Bishop frowned and paced back and forth in the cell. He neither refuted nor argued with the old police officer. Instead, the other three prisoners started to make a noise again.

"Hey! Hey! Relax! Relax! The danger is over!"

Seeing that these guys ignored him, Ronik put away his gun, drew his baton, and yelled at the top of his voice, "Shit! Calm down, I told you, you are safe now!"

The prisoners' clamor was temporarily suppressed. Jack, who ignored all this, helped the shot black state trooper to the office area, giving orders as he walked.

"Prepare some hot water for me. The first thing we need to do now is to stop the bleeding, otherwise there will be a second body here soon."

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"Are you a doctor?" Alice hurriedly brought a basin of hot water and almost scalded herself when she put it down.

"A forensic science enthusiast who has received first aid training." Jack's concise words scared the black bailiff who was lying on the sofa and wailing, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Calm down! Calm down! A forensic pathologist is also a doctor. If you move again, I will have to knock you out. The police station has been evacuated in advance, and there is not even a bag of poisonous evidence for emergency use." Jack held the man down hard and pretended that he was probing the wound, but he was actually using healing magic in secret.

Poison is also medicine, and it is an anesthetic that can save lives in times like this. Unfortunately, there is nothing in the evidence room of Police Station No. 13 except a pile of scrap metal.

Jack can secretly use healing magic to save people, but the idea of ​​a bullet automatically being discharged from the body is too horrifying, so at least he has to perform an emergency surgery to pretend that the bullet is out.

"Is this okay?" Ronick took out a matchbox from his pocket and handed it to Jack.

Jack opened it and saw a box full of small white pills. "What is this? OxyContin?"

Ronik's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously touched his nose, "Well, I was shot before."

"It's a new year and a new beginning. Don't touch this thing anymore." Jack replied calmly, stuffed four pills directly into the black state trooper's mouth, and put the matchbox into his pocket.