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

Ronick glanced at the place where the matchbox disappeared with a lost expression, and whispered to the black state trooper, "I'm sorry about your partner. We've temporarily put him in the office next door."

"Why don't you have an alarm at the back door?" complained a black state trooper named Jeffrey. The drug hadn't started to take effect yet, but he was already starting to feel drowsy from losing too much blood.

"It's been broken for two months. You know that this place will be abandoned soon." The old police officer Jasper replied unhappily and went to the window to look out.

"It seems like a car has stopped in the direction of the woods. It didn't drive away, and some people got out of the car. There are at least six of them, and they are dispersing!"

"You'd better stay away from the window. Jack said there's a sniper outside." John reminded, still maintaining a alert posture leaning against the wall at the door.

"The visibility is so low in this horrible weather that even a sniper can't hit accurately." Although the old man said this, he moved his head further away from the window.

"The call can't be connected. Maybe the phone line was cut by the snowstorm." Alex on the other side put down the receiver in her hand and walked towards Jack with a pair of tweezers she had found from somewhere.

"This thing might come in handy."

"I thought you were just a psychiatrist." Alice couldn't help but feel confused as she watched her skillfully disinfect the tweezers with alcohol.

"I'm a forensic psychology consultant for NCIS. I've been to Syria and Afghanistan. Although I'm not very good with a gun, I have received first aid training."

Alex smoothed her hair and smiled bitterly as she watched Jack cut the wound without hesitation and reached in to search for the bullet. "But it's obvious that I'm far worse than him."

At the same time, Ronik was turning around anxiously. "The situation is not good. They shouldn't stay here unless they are sure that we won't have any reinforcements. The telephone line must have been cut."

"The radio was also interfered with. Apparently there are professionals among Bishop's men. I guess the cell phone signal must be the same." Old police officer Jasper said dejectedly.

Unfortunately, what he said was right. Alice and John tried to make calls with their mobile phones, but they couldn't make calls even though the signal was full. The same went for the network.

"Tell me what happened just now." Jack took the sterilized long tweezers from Alex and asked Jeffrey, a black state trooper whose consciousness was a little fuzzy, in a calm tone.

Jeffrey tried to concentrate, but he didn't realize that his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep. "I don't know. When I rushed in the back, Baker was already lying on the ground, facing two guys wearing ski masks."

"I heard you shoot, but you didn't hit me at such a close distance. Your shooting skill must be terrible." Jack deliberately provoked him.

"Fuck you, bastards, two of them were firing at me together, I was already trying to fight back, they must be wearing bulletproof vests, I was hit by at least one bullet, I swear!"

Jeffrey suddenly became excited and even forgot that there was a foreign object moving under his skin looking for the bullet.

"They actually hurt my partner, I was very angry, very angry, so I chased them directly, but those two guys were good players, absolutely good players.

When they were retreating, they did not forget to take turns to cover each other, just like the formation that our instructor taught us in the police academy. But my shooting skills were definitely not bad. I beat them away and made them flee in panic. I don’t know why I was shot. This is so strange.”

The black state trooper's voice became quieter and quieter until it could no longer be heard.

Alice, who was standing beside him, opened her eyes wide and asked in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?"

Alex, who was squatting beside Jack and helping him, was so scared that she quickly reached out to feel the state police's breath, then rolled her eyes at her, "It's just that the drug took effect, he fell asleep."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking, which startled everyone, but Jack seemed to have heard nothing and his hands didn't even shake.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunshots rang out. The old police officer Jasper pulled out his pistol and fired wildly out of the broken window.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! Not bullets!" John picked up half a brick from the ground and found Bishop's name written on it.

Different from the chaos here, there seemed to be a barrier on the other side of the room that was not disturbed by anything. Jack was still concentrating on his operation.

The two beautiful ladies acting as temporary nurses seemed to be infected by his calm mood. Alex even consciously moved her position to block the cold wind coming in from the broken window.

"He was hit by a sniper." Jack picked out a complete bullet, looked at it carefully under the light for a moment, and confirmed that it was intact, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a 7.62mm rifle bullet that broke one of the trooper's ribs before changing direction and becoming lodged in his body.

The bullet was only slightly deformed and did not break, which was a blessing in disguise. In such a simple surgical environment, it was the limit for Jack to remove the bullet and perform simple hemostasis.

If the broken bullet fragments left multiple trauma cavities in the body, but Jack was still able to save the person, he would have to explain to the doctor what a medical miracle is afterwards.

Meanwhile, two people on the other side of the room were arguing.

"I told you, these people outside are Bishop's men. They are here to rescue their boss and they will never give up until they achieve their goal." Old police officer Jasper said with certainty.

"Alright, everyone listen up. They are not coming for us. As long as we give them what they want and hand Bishop over to them, everything will be over and no one will get hurt!"

John, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes, but before he could speak, the old police officer's proposal was strongly opposed by Sheriff Ronick.

"No, there is no way we are going to let that bastard, a cop killer, leave my police station like that. It's absolutely impossible!"

The old police officer Jasper's voice also got louder, and he pointed to the sofa where everyone was gathered, "This is the only way for us to get out of this predicament. There's an injured policeman lying there!"

"Well, he should be fine for now." Jack took a glass and the bullet, still stained with blood, fell into the glass with a crisp clang.

"I told you, there's a sniper outside, maybe more than one." He placed the glass in front of Ronnick, believing that he should be able to tell the difference between rifle bullets and ordinary civilian pistol bullets.

"Do you also agree to hand the person over?" Ronnick's voice immediately rose.

Jack still had a calm expression, and the current situation did not make him nervous. "I'm just telling you the current situation. We are surrounded and the other party is well prepared.

They had deployed snipers outside in advance, which meant they had already prepared a backup plan. Sneaking in was just their first step. After discovering that something was wrong, they immediately cut off our communication with the outside world to prevent reinforcements.

If I were their commander, my next step would be to cut off the power supply here."

Before he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into darkness, and everyone couldn't help but become agitated again.

“OK, I guess there won’t be a backup generator in this old police station, right?” John took off the tactical flashlight hanging above his gun and turned it on. Although he still spoke in a relaxed and joking tone, there was a hint of nervousness after all.