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

An SUV with three red "GMC" letters on the front of the car slowly drove towards this side. Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes were all on Bishop.

Even when he was kneeling, the big black guy was much taller than the others. He spat viciously at Jasper, the old police officer standing behind Ronnick, the only person at the scene who was not under control.

"Jasper? You bastard, you are a traitor and you betrayed us!" Alice, the hottie, reacted immediately and started cursing at the other party.

Feeling the old policeman's hand on his shoulder, Ronik looked back at him in disbelief, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to a half-smile.

"You are sending all of us to the death's scythe, Jasper."

"Fuck you! Ronnick!" Jasper also spat on the ground, right in front of Bishop.

"By God, I told you 'hand over this bitch, no one will get hurt', I'm retired, I'm not going to die over this piece of shit.

That's what's been proven, isn't it? It's all your fault, Sheriff!"

As he said this, he hit Bishop's forehead with the butt of his rifle, and blood immediately gushed out.

"That's enough. At least he's more of a human being than you." Alex tried to stop him angrily, but was ignored.

Ronnick smiled bitterly, his smile full of sarcasm, or it could be said that it was both sarcasm and self-mockery. "It's really my fault, Jasper. I thought you were at least a policeman."

At this time, the door of the GMC opened, and Duval got out of the car with the calmness of a winner. He walked to Jasper and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

"Get in the car, Jasper. You don't have to watch what happens next."

After saying that, he walked up to Ronnick, glanced at everyone one by one, then frowned and called out to Jasper who had already turned around.

"You said on the radio that there was a very powerful FBI. Which one of them was it?"

"He didn't follow us into the sewer. The guy who liked to act like a hero stayed behind to set the fire and cover our retreat. He might have been burned to death by now." Jasper said indifferently.

Duval's brows furrowed even deeper, and he even began to lower his head in deep thought. Suddenly he thought of a possibility, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he turned around, drew his pistol, and took a defensive posture.

"Everyone, pull down your masks, quick!"

The group of black policemen who were standing behind the people in the police station looked at each other in confusion. Some smart ones had already thought of a possibility. While pulling down their masks, they pointed their guns at those who were still hesitating.

Duval narrowed his eyes and scanned the faces of the corrupt policemen with his sharp gaze one by one. He then breathed a sigh of relief. There were a total of thirteen people present, including him, and there were no unfamiliar faces.

Just as he was about to order his men to prepare to take action, John took advantage of the small confusion and slowly stood up from the ground.

He had looked a little nervous just now, but when Duval had asked the black cops to pull down their masks, he was calmer now.

"Why, do you know where your companion is? Tell me, and perhaps I can spare your life."

Duvall obviously didn't understand that villains die because they talk too much, or maybe he didn't think of himself as a villain at all. Instead, he was talking nonsense in a serious manner that no one would believe.

"Before yesterday, no one here probably knew me, so let me give you a brief self-introduction." John gave a playful smile.

If Jack was there, he would be very familiar with this smile, because it was not only John who had such a smile. When he was in New York, there was also a great writer named Rick Cassel who had the same playful expression as him.

"My name is John Nolan, a LAPD, an unlucky guy who was sent here because he offended the union president."

Listening to John's endless nonsense, Duval interrupted him in confusion, "Officer Nolan, can I take it that you are trying to delay time?"

"Of course not. I'm about to get to the point." John blinked innocently. "Okay, let's make it short. I have a secret to tell you all."

Seeing Duval impatiently pulling the slide of the pistol and pointing the gun at him, John quickly raised his hands and said, "Okay, the secret is that I actually have super powers."

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The scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment. After a moment, Duvall looked around expressionlessly, raised his pistol impatiently again, and this time aimed directly at John's head, and was about to pull the trigger.

Everyone in the police station at the scene turned their heads away with great pity, not wanting to witness the tragic scene that followed.

"No, no, no, believe me, I'm telling the truth." John lowered his hands that were raised above his head and made a shape of eight, pretending that they were two pistols.

"I really have super powers. If you don't believe me, just watch."

After saying that, he gestured to Jasper who was about to turn around again, "Hey, old man! BIU!"

"Whoosh!"

Although the snowstorm had just passed and the wind was still strong, a faint but very clear sound of breaking through the air reached the ears of everyone at the scene.

A small red hole suddenly appeared on Jasper's forehead. His wrinkled old face still showed an expression of mockery towards John's clown behavior. He fell to the ground in the snow with a thud.

Everyone was stunned. Bishop, who was trying to secretly take out a stun grenade from his coat pocket while John was attracting everyone's attention, also stopped.

For a moment, he even felt that there was no need for him to take the risk.

John raised his chin triumphantly, and in front of the horrified gazes of the black policemen, he fired at them with both hands, uttering the onomatopeia of "BIU, BIU, BIU" continuously.

The whistling sounds of bullets cutting through the air rang out one after another, and the corrupt policemen surrounding the police station fell to the ground one after another.

"Sniper! Take cover!"

Duval, who had just reacted, let out a shrill wail. The black policemen who were still in a daze looked around blankly, while others tried to find the nearest shelter.

But in just a few breaths, Duval discovered in despair that at least three or four people had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Kill them. Kill them all."

The response to Duval's hoarse command was not the sound of gunfire from the black policemen, but a stun grenade with the pull ring pulled out.

"Close your eyes!"

Bishop threw the stun grenade that Jack had given him earlier, and rushed towards the guns that had been thrown in the snow with his eyes closed.

John turned around and rushed towards Alice and Alex behind him. Neither of them were wearing bulletproof vests, but they subconsciously protected the injured state trooper Jeffrey.

Behind him, the angry Duval had already pulled the trigger without a second thought.

"boom!"

"Oh!"

The gunshots and the explosions of stun grenades sounded almost simultaneously. Duval let out a scream, covered his eyes and fell to his knees in pain.

"Get in the car! Get in the car!" Ronick, who had already received Bishop's eye hint and closed his eyes in time, rolled over to pick up the AR15 on the ground and fired a volley of bullets at the black policeman closest to him.

The stun grenade detonated in the open area basically only had the effect of a flash bomb, but this was enough. The unprepared people lost their eyesight instantly, and most of them were the corrupt police officers surrounding the people in the police station.