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

In the following time, Jack successfully found and physically shut down the signal jammer permanently, and then drove around the area looking for the whereabouts of everyone while calling Jubal.

At this time, the benefits of being in different systems are reflected, and the FBI does not need to worry about any unexpected problems.

It's just because today is New Year's Eve, and most of the local FBI-SWAT team members are on vacation. In addition, the snowstorm just stopped not long ago, so reinforcements will not arrive quickly for a while.

Fortunately, the snowstorm had just stopped. Although there were still small snowflakes floating in the sky, the tire tracks on the ground were extremely clear.

At this time, Jack didn't know that Duval was going to ambush, but he thought it was right to follow his GMC, so the scene where John showed off happened later.

When the old rookie's IQ is high, he is as smart as his cousin who makes a living by writing books in New York. After all, most people cannot easily switch careers from a contractor to an LAPD when they are nearly 40 years old.

You have to know that when he and Jack were competing in the police academy, they were not only competing in physical fitness and reaction, but also in various written tests and examinations of reciting regulations.

And in almost all the events, if Jack didn't pay enough attention, John would definitely be the one who snatched the first place.

So when Duval ordered all his men to take off their masks, and John didn't see Jack at the scene, he confidently guessed that he must be hiding in the dark.

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Hei Mei’s driving skills were average, and the road was blocked by heavy snow, so she didn’t dare to step on the accelerator too hard, and was soon caught up by another GMC.

Bullets hit the car with a bang, causing the women in the car to scream.

John, whose butt was still bleeding, shook his head, which was a little dizzy due to blood loss, and fumbled for the AR15 at hand to try to fight back.

"give it to me."

Alex, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grabbed his assault rifle, rolled down the window and tried to lean half of her body out. However, since she couldn't put her shoulder against the wall in this position, she was injured in the wrist by the recoil after just two shots, and her last assault rifle was rolled under the car.

Alice rolled her eyes at the stubborn psychologist, picked up her pistol and randomly emptied the magazine outside, but not even a spark was produced the whole time.

Seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer, if the other party had not been trying to aim at the tires instead of shooting directly at the body of the car, there would probably have been casualties among the crowd.

At this moment, a police car with DPD livery suddenly came from behind and joined the chase, and even deliberately sounded the siren to attract the attention of both parties.

As it drove side by side with the GMC driven by the black policemen, the black policemen in the car also saw the driver in the police car who was dressed the same as them.

Seeing that his teammate had such great driving skills and was able to catch up so easily, Duval's confidant who was driving excitedly waved forward at him, signaling him to overtake quickly and catch up.

But the guy driving the police car leaned over here slightly, then pulled down the mask, revealing a handsome unfamiliar face, smiling at this side.

Before Duval's confidant could react, or even see how many big white teeth the other party had revealed, the DPD police car with its lights flashing tilted its front end, brake smoke billowed out, and crashed into the left rear wheel of the GMC at a perfect PIT angle.

The GMC turned halfway sideways and began to roll over on the roadside where a thin layer of ice had been created by the car in front.

Jack stopped the police car steadily, looked straight ahead, and counted circles silently in his mind, ".4, 5, 6"

There are tens of thousands of roads, safety is the first, the driving is not standardized, and the relatives are crying.

It is impossible to wear a seat belt during a gunfight and a car chase. Although the speed is not very fast, under the weather conditions at the time, the GMC still tried very hard to throw out everything that could be thrown out of its body.

"Stop! Stop!"

John, who watched this scene from the broken rear window, patted the black girl's backrest hard, "That's Jack, he came to save us."

The police car slowly started again and ruthlessly ran over the arm of a black policeman who was still trying to struggle, crushing the AR15 in his hand as well.

The police car carefully bypassed the wreckage and slowly pulled over. At the same time, the GMC in front opened its door. John covered his butt with gauze in one hand and held the door handle with the other, looking over here with a wry smile on his face.

"You are really lucky." Jack shook his head speechlessly. Fortunately, it was only two shots instead of four, otherwise he would really be in trouble.

"Sheriff..." Alice was a little worried and hesitated to speak. Although she was worried about Ronnick's safety, Jack had done enough for these strangers.

"You guys wait here, I've already called for reinforcements, but it may take some time for them to get here." Jack breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone in the car was fine, and after he said that, he turned around and was about to go back.

The cheat didn't provide a skill to create a clone by plucking a hair, but as long as Ronik was smart, he shouldn't be in any danger for a while. Of course, the premise was that Bishop wouldn't shoot him in the back in order to escape.

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In the woods, Ronik tried hard to step on the dead grass to avoid leaving too many easily recognizable footprints on the snow. At the same time, he tried not to touch the dead bushes and branches to avoid making continuous noise and attracting pursuers.

There is less snow in the woods than on the flat ground. Much of it is piled on the tall branches. From time to time, a few dead branches that cannot bear the weight will break with a snap, and die together with the thick snow on them, falling to the ground with a loud noise.

The young sheriff was like a frightened bird and had been frightened several times by the noise.

Not long after entering the woods, he was separated from Bishop. Ronik didn't know whether the other party had deliberately left him behind or had simply gotten separated by accident.

But he couldn't care less about these things at this time. Ronnick knew very well that he and the notorious Bishop were far inferior to professionals like Jack. Even if the two of them were still together, it would not be easy to deal with the pursuers behind them.

He even had the illusion that everyone in the police station might be just a burden in Jack's eyes.

Just as Ronik was leaning against a big tree and breathing heavily, a click sound suddenly came from behind him. It was the sound of the pistol slide being pulled and the bullet being loaded.

"Hello, Sheriff." Feeling the cold muzzle of a gun against his neck, Ronick breathed a sigh of relief because he recognized it was Bishop's voice.

"Why are you still here?"

"Marcus Duval is still alive, and that's something I can't accept." Bishop returned to his usual pretentious tone because of the absence of a certain troublemaker who was good at using actions to slap people in the face.

"You mean we continue to cooperate?" Ronnick understood.

"I saw them chasing us. There were only four of them including Duval, and we still had plenty of ammunition."

As if to increase his persuasiveness, Bishop put away his pistol and showed Ronick the magazine on his chest and the AR15 in his hand.

After being bullied for a whole night, it would be impossible to say that Ronik didn't have any thoughts of fighting back, but he was also very clear about his own disadvantages.

"But the problem is that they can see us now, but we can't see them." He regretted not getting a helmet with night vision goggles on his head before.

"Well, choose one between attracting fire and burying yourself in the snow." The big black guy had obviously already thought of a plan.

Ronik couldn't help but sigh, "Don't miss, Bishop."