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

Almost a year after a dazzling mushroom cloud rose from Central Park one night, creating an artificial pond, New Yorkers were once again lucky enough to see a mini mushroom cloud in broad daylight.

The shock wave spread along the walls on both sides of the street, shattering all the glass along the street and embedding a manhole cover into the body of the armored vehicle.

Although the scale of this explosion was many orders of magnitude smaller than the one in Central Park, the adverse impact it caused was much greater. Jack dared to bet that some media would use "the most tragic XX attack since 911/" as the headline.

Jack shook his dizzy head and cast a healing spell on himself before he recovered from the uncomfortable tinnitus. He patted his work jacket with the yellow FBI letters printed on it, shook off the broken glass on the ground, and then he loudly asked other teammates in the team channel.

"Guys, is everything alright?"

After asking several times, it was a long time before weak replies came from others one after another.

"It's okay, at least I'm still alive."

"It may still be possible to rescue him."

"We have to chase them. I saw them go into the sewer. We must not let Zhang Mingjun get away!" A voice that made Jack feel quite unhappy appeared in his ears.

He looked back at Lin Zheling, and his eyes finally fell on the AK he was holding.

"Hand it over." Although Jack still spoke English, his body language of reaching for the gun was unmistakable.

Lin Zhering didn't know whether he was stunned by the explosion or pretending not to understand, and he subconsciously tightened the gun in his hand.

"Fuck! I gave you face?"

Jack suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and without saying a word, he took action, grabbed the guy's arm and began to exert force.

Although somewhat affected by his old illness, Jack was still in a relatively rational state, and unloading the gun was indeed his main purpose.

Therefore, after grabbing the opponent's arm, he did not take any further action, but gave the opponent time to react. Otherwise, even if Clay was attacked by him without warning, being knocked down after one blow would be the only result.

It was obvious that Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling did not make his way to the top by sitting in an office. As a soldier, he was not an easy person to get along with. He narrowed his eyes and chose to fight back.

For a while, a series of dull sounds of flesh colliding could be heard in the dusty shop. Lin Zheling used every possible means, including stabbing, kicking, blocking and choking. Jack, who attacked first, chose to block instead, using his elbows, knees and calves to block the opponent's series of attacks.

What the opponent used was not the Taekwondo routine that was very popular in both the north and south of the peninsula, but a military fighting technique that was quite up-to-date. The moves were dirty but extremely practical.

They were hiding in a brand women's clothing store before. Seeing this scene, the originally frightened clerks and several female customers widened their eyes in surprise and kept exclaiming "kongfu" and so on.

This kind of hard-hitting fighting style in a small space is very pleasing to the eye. Not only is it dazzling, but it also has a bit of the punch-to-the-flesh excitement of old-school Hong Kong movies with sound effects.

But Lin Zheling soon couldn't continue fighting. After all, breaking a 10-centimeter-thick iron rod with one kick was like killing a Siberian tiger with a sliding tackle. It only existed in the bragging of some idiots.

Anyone who puts all his strength into facing a steel pillar that seems to be covered with only a layer of skin for two minutes will be like him now, with his hands and feet shaking uncontrollably due to the pain.

Because Jack was not simply blocking, but relying on his superhuman reaction speed, knee to knee, elbow to elbow, just like the unique skills of Gusu Murong in Mr. Cha's martial arts novels.

Jack gently hooked the AK that had fallen to the ground with his foot, removed the magazine, pulled the bolt and ejected the bullet in the chamber, then raised his chin towards Lieutenant Park, whose gun had been unloaded by Clay.

"You'd better take him to the hospital for a checkup, maybe a CT scan or something."

Jack was quite measured in his actions. Breaking limbs was too cruel, but if there was counter-injury, there would be no need to worry about affecting international image.

A minor bone fracture is also considered a fracture. It will take at least a month to recover with a cast, so that there will be no more buzzing in your ears.

Judging from the last scene he saw, today's matter is going to be a big trouble. Not only will Director Reagan be in trouble, but even his female boss will probably have to take the blame.

It is hard to say what will happen in a certain monarchy, but the Department of Justice’s review of the FBI will certainly be launched immediately.

When Jack thought of Director Reagan, his heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly remembered that Reagan's life or death was still unknown.

"Clay, notify the NYPD and headquarters to immediately send people to block all sewage outlets along the Hudson River, and block the bridges and tunnels leading out of the island! I'm going to find Danny!"

As he spoke, he ran towards the intersection where Danny had the accident before. When he passed the scrapped armored vehicle, he took a look inside and saw the bodies of three ESU members lying inside.

Danny's police car was smashed on the right side of the intersection. At this time, sirens were blaring, and red fire trucks and ambulances were rushing over. Patrol police cars directly blocked the surrounding intersections, preventing those fearless people from approaching.

Danny was lying on the passenger seat of the police car with blood all over his head. The deflated airbag in front of him was also covered in blood, but his eyes were open, staring at Jack who was running towards him as if he would never close his eyes.

"Danny! Danny!" Although his perception told him that he was still alive, Jack was still frightened by his appearance and quickly reached out to touch his carotid artery.

"I'm fine, my foot is just stuck." Danny grabbed Jack's hand, tears streaming down his face, "Go help the others first."

Jack took advantage of the situation and used healing magic, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The injury was not serious, just a few broken bones and a concussion. However, the problem with his stuck left foot was quite serious. The compound fracture would make him lame for at least half a year.

But this may be a good thing for Danny, as it allows him to rest at home for some time and spend more time with his wife and children.

"We need hydraulic pliers here! There are injured people trapped!" Jack waved to the firefighters who had just arrived and looked behind the truck at the intersection.

There were four police motorcycles lying in a crisscross pattern, but there were only two bodies on the ground. Not far away, someone was also loudly calling for emergency personnel. It seemed that some brave and enthusiastic citizens had saved the other two policemen who were shot.

Compared with the physical injuries, Jack was more worried about Danny's psychological problems. This guy always acted like a tough guy in front of him, and those two tears just now could not have been caused by pain.

However, this was obviously not a good time to conduct any psychological counseling. When the firefighters arrived with various tools, Jack rushed towards the direction where someone was calling for help again.

Although ambulances arrived one after another, the emergency personnel were simply overwhelmed. In addition to the large number of injured police officers, there were also over a hundred innocent passers-by who needed emergency medical assistance.

In order to create maximum chaos, several automatic weapons were firing directly at passers-by, including the MK46 light machine gun that was now thrown at the sewer entrance.

Several passers-by who were injured and lying on the sidewalk lost their lives in the subsequent explosion.

After stabilizing the injuries of the two rescued policemen, Jack shook his dizzy head and just stood up when he suddenly heard Jiejie's cry in the team channel.

"Jack! Where are you? Hannah's hurt!"

"What's going on?" Jack, who was usually calm in the face of difficulties, suddenly lost his composure. He grabbed a medical kit that the paramedic had left on the ground and rushed to the end of the street.