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

"Snapped"

Jack didn't say a word after being slapped, because he was in the wrong.

It is true that he is no longer the rookie whose heart would beat too fast and whose mind would be filled with thoughts of killing whenever he fired a gun. Most of the time, he can still try his best to endure and go home.

But the premise for being able to endure is that there is no overly tempting target in front of you, but Alex followed her anyway.

Although it was only a dozen seconds, his thieving hands had already touched everything he should and shouldn't touch, and he even applied some force.

As we all know, in order to avoid showing any embarrassment when wearing tight evening dresses, some girls who love beauty choose TBACK, while the rest simply choose the most fitted way, leaving no extra things between the body and the dress.

Alex was obviously the second option, but she immediately regretted it after slapping Jack. After all, her previous action of lifting the skirt was a hint in itself.

This light slap was more of an act of anger than a way to save face. After all, some physical reactions cannot be deceived.

"I beat them off, baby! I beat them off!"

The sound of drug addicts shouting came from the stairs. Sheriff Ronick also seemed to be loudly confirming the situation in various places. From the noise, it seemed that the other party had really retreated.

Jack checked one by one from the temporary detention area, the storage room to the back door. After confirming that it was safe, he dragged the four bodies of the corrupt policemen into the cell.

When he returned to the corridor carrying the newly seized assault rifle and bulletproof vest, he still saw Alex standing there with her arms folded. The cold wind outside blew in through the broken window, making her shiver.

"What's wrong with you?" Jack looked down and saw her bare feet moving carefully on the floor covered with broken glass. He already understood what was going on.

"Next." Jack handed the heavy bulletproof vest to Alex, then freed his hands and picked her up like a princess.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. John couldn't help but grin when he saw this scene. "It seems someone has captured a lot of spoils."

But his smile quickly faded, and he pointed behind him and said, "The enemy has retreated, but the situation ahead is not good. You'd better go and take a look."

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"I say it again, put the gun down! You damn murderer!"

"Don't point that ridiculous little revolver of yours at me, old man. That's not a very wise thing to do."

Jack and John returned to the front hall and just happened to see Bishop and old police officer Jasper confronting each other.

At this time, the crowd was completely divided into two distinct groups. Because the old police officer pointed his gun at people, the other three prisoners also pointed their guns at the police officers from Police Station No. 13, which forced Sheriff Ronnick and Alice to point their guns at them.

But although Ronik pointed his gun at the prisoners, he turned his head and looked at the old police officer Jasper, "What are you doing? Jasper, put the gun down."

The black girl, who had been silent all this time, suddenly exploded, "You bitch, we just helped you, but now you're turning your guns against us?"

"Yes, thank you, sweetheart. Now, put down your guns and slowly back to the corner!" Jasper is old but full of energy.

"Our trouble is outside, not inside. Put down your gun. There's no need to do this, Jasper!" Ronnick was still there trying to persuade him earnestly.

The drug addict, feeling a little guilty, pointed his AR15 with an empty magazine at Ronick, but his mouth was not idle either.

“You know what the problem is? We criminals have human rights too! Yes, we have the right to be protected from harm in any situation.

If you can't protect us, Fakio! Then we'll do it ourselves."

"Fuck you! You're a damn lunatic." The old police officer Jasper sprayed back, "Sheriff, are you going to trust these freaks?

They'll try to kill us and escape if they get the chance."

"No, they need us and we need them. The only thing we don't need here right now is infighting!" Ronick's mind was obviously the clearest.

"If we want to survive this night, we have to trust each other. Put down your guns! Jasper!"

The young sheriff's forehead was bulging with veins. He simply put down his gun and stood among the crowd, standing between Jasper and Bishop.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense and it seemed that just a spark would cause an explosion, a calm voice reached everyone's ears.

"Alice, help me find some bandages and alcohol. Alex's foot was injured by broken glass."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jack appear at the entrance of the passage holding the psychiatrist, followed by John, who had upgraded his weapons and was holding two AR15s in his hands.

"Oh, okay." Seeing Jack, Alice seemed to be pulled away from the tense confrontation in an instant. She put down her gun and turned to look for the medical kit.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Jack pulled over a wooden stool with a broken back without even looking up, and helped Alex sit on it.

"Why are you looking at me? The air vents in the detention area need to be blocked with something, as do the windows in the corridor, and the smashed door. You don't expect them to just give up, do you?

Anyone who has other ideas can just walk out with a white cloth and bet on whether the sniper across the street will open fire. "

Jack's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads, calming everyone present down. Of course, it was not his words that really worked, but his previous performance.

Especially the four prisoners including Bishop. They had witnessed Jack's killing methods as easy as slaughtering chickens. Now they saw him bringing back two assault rifles with ease. Even the dumbest person could guess that he had killed two more corrupt policemen.

Except for the corrupt policeman who sneaked into the corridor and was beaten to death, Jack was responsible for all the remaining killings, including the gangster boss Bishop. No one dared to stand up to him now.

"Alright, alright." Ronick pressed the revolver in the old police officer's hand and began to comfort everyone. "Tonight is New Year's Eve. Why can't we just put the past behind us?"

Bishop raised the gun and turned off the safety, looking at the sheriff seriously, then turned his gaze to Jack who was squatting in front of Alex to check her wound.

"I promised before that I will take care of these guys, Sheriff, you take care of your men. Maybe we have a chance to survive tonight."

Ronnick breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. Just as he was about to say something, John handed him an extra AR15 and a bulletproof vest.

"Jack said these are for you to distribute."