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

AR15、M16以及M4系列步枪虽然型号种类繁多，但本质上都来源自1956年面世的阿玛莱特AR-10步枪。

The basic model of the Armalite AR-10 rifle became the AR-15 rifle after modification, which still uses the .223 Remington rifle bullet.

Armalite later sold the patent rights for the AR-10 and AR-15 to Colt, which continued to make improvements to them, such as moving the bolt handle from under the carrying handle to the rear of the receiver.

After Colt's improvements, the AR15 subsequently entered the U.S. military and was first equipped by the Air Force and named M16, while the semi-automatic police and civilian versions are still called AR15.

到了90年代，基于M16A2诞生的M4卡宾枪隆重登场，并逐步取代了原本的M16，期间军方将大量淘汰的M16捐赠给了各地警局。

Compared with the more formal naming method of the military, the naming of the various AR1977 imitations that appeared in large numbers in the private sector due to the expiration of Colt's patent in 15 is not so formal.

Generally speaking, any police or civilian model that can be fired in semi-automatic mode is collectively referred to as AR15. Therefore, don't feel too strange when you find that the US police have AR series assault rifles that can fire three rounds in a burst or in full automatic mode.

The rifle in Jack's hand is an AR15 with a rate of fire selector. He is not sure about the specific model. Although it does not have a three-shot burst mode, it does not mean that he cannot achieve a similar effect with extremely high hand speed.

After all, this was not the gun he adjusted himself, and the current situation did not allow him to operate it in this way. He could only use the number of shots to make up for the accuracy. He would observe the landing point of the first shot and correct the trajectory of the next two shots based on his feeling.

He knew very well that there was a sniper in the southeast corner who must be watching this side, so he fired the first shot slowly and the second shot quickly, and after firing the third shot he quickly hid under the window sill.

Sure enough, even with the silencer eliminating most of the muzzle flame, Jack's movement still attracted the attention of another sniper and soon led to a counterattack.

But this also achieved Jack's intention. Since the other party was shooting at him non-stop, he naturally had no time to pay attention to Ronnick who was saving people below.

By the time he shook off the glass and wood chips and returned downstairs, Ronnick had already half-pulled, half-dragged a drunken man back to the police station. The two were leaning against the cell bars in the detention area, panting heavily.

"What happened? Who's beating us? Sheriff?"

The man looked very frightened, and he was wearing a pointed paper hat on his head. He looked like he had just attended a party. Although he still had a lisp when he spoke, he seemed to be mostly sober.

Except for John and old police officer Jasper who stayed in the front hall, everyone, including several prisoners, looked at this guy with burning eyes.

"Fuck, who was shooting at us just now?" Seeing that no one spoke, the man looked around and suddenly found the four bodies of corrupt policemen that Jack had thrown into the cell behind him. They were so scared that they jumped up from the ground.

"Fuck, what happened here before?"

His eyes continued to scan the faces of several prisoners, and finally fell on Jack's face who was walking towards him with a gun. His expression changed from fear to confusion, and from confusion to bewilderment.

"Who the hell are these guys trying to defeat?"

Alex, who came to the police station almost every week to provide psychological counseling to Ronnick, obviously also knew this Capra mentioned by Alice. She looked at this unlucky guy who had fallen into the trap with a slightly conflicted expression and asked.

"What are you doing at the police station at this hour, Capra?"

Capra was still in a daze, looking around aimlessly with his eyes almost completely empty, until his sight finally focused on the fishnet stockings under Alice's little leather skirt, and then he came to his senses.

"Today is New Year's Eve. I know you three are the only ones on duty at the police station, so I wanted to come and have a drink with Alice."

"You picked a great day, and I told you, Capra, I only sleep with bad boys."

Alice rolled her eyes at the male police officer who was balding before he reached middle age and whose appearance could even be described as vulgar.

However, at this moment, the sound of a bullet being loaded into a gun suddenly came from behind Bishop, and the drug addict among the prisoners pointed the gun at Capra.

"Wow wow wow wow, this is such a sweet love story." The tone of this guy's voice is very uncomfortable. Even if you just hear the sound, you will imagine the guy drooling when he speaks.

"That sounds really sweet, but unfortunately I don't believe a single shit word you say."

Before the drug addict finished speaking, Alice and Alex subconsciously raised their pistols, of course, pointing them at the emotionally unstable guy.

"Put the gun down!"

"Damn, he really is a police officer here!"

Seeing that "one of their own" was pointed at by the other party with a gun, the other two prisoners subconsciously raised their guns to confront each other. Seeing this scene, Ronick wiped his face in pain.

"Put your guns down, please, don't do this again, okay?"

Except for the drug addict, everyone else looked at each other and put down their weapons at the same time, with embarrassed expressions.

Jack moved half a step to the side without leaving a trace, hiding the right half of his body behind Alex. With a slight movement of his arm, Sig Sauer fell into his palm, and then he glanced at Bishop who was also moving.

The drug addict was still talking. "Pretending to chase a chick, that's a genius idea. Send someone to sneak in and then pick us off one by one, right? Tell us your plan, asshole!"

"Please, didn't you see them shooting? If it weren't for Jack, Capra and I would have been almost shot to death!" Ronick was still trying to help explain.

"Yes, they did shoot, that's right, but it could also be a show, they just missed on purpose, this was all planned!"

The drug addict's words immediately made fellow prisoners Little Blacksmaili and Blackie hesitate. It sounded like this was indeed a possibility.

At this moment, Capra was also completely frightened awake. After all, the guy pointing a gun at him didn't look like a mentally normal person. He simply opened his coat.

"Do you think I have a gun? I'm not Rambo, how can I kill you one by one?"

"At least lock him up, in a cell where he can hide under the bodies and no one can come in and shoot him."

Seeing that the guy was talking more and more outrageously, Ronnick came to his senses and realized that he was wasting his time arguing with a guy with red eyes who was obviously still under the influence of drugs.

"I'll vouch for him. Capra is one of us, OK? I'll vouch for him." He said this, but his eyes were looking at Bishop and Jack.

The drug addict shook his head frantically, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth turned into white foam. "I'm sorry, but your words are no longer effective. This place is no longer under your control, right, Bishop? Bishop, tell them! You are the boss here!"

Seeing that Jack had lost his patience and his eyes narrowed with murderous intent, Bishop quickly winked at him, indicating that he would take care of it.

As the drug addict continued to chatter, the big black man slowly walked up to him, put his hand on the butt of the gun, and said in a deep voice, "Put the gun down."

"No, no, no, come on man, don't you understand what I mean? This guy just came out of nowhere and tried to be clever."

Before the drug addict could finish his words, Bishop raised the gun with his right hand and cut his throat with his left hand.

"Haha." The drug addict lying on the ground groaned in pain. Bishop took the AR15 and handed it directly to Jack who walked forward, then lifted it up from the ground.

"Sheriff Roenicke is the one in charge here, understand? There's no doubt about that."

The gangster boss's ferocious look is still quite intimidating, but Jack's smile is also a sneer, and it looks as harmless as the sunshine on the beach in Los Angeles.