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Chapter 1172: FBI Joins the Battlefield (Part ) (Two-in-one chapter)

What appeared before everyone was a tragic scene of death and injury. Five or six police officers and civilians fell in the middle of the road. Beneath them, blood was flowing along the road surface in a shocking line and into the roadside gutter.

The El Centro Central College mentioned by Officer Rocha is located at the northwest corner of the intersection. The parade proceeded from west to east. DPD (Dallas Police Department) police cars were parked on both sides of the procession, blocking the intersection in the north-south direction.

There were a total of five police cars, three of which were parked at the north intersection and the other two were on the south.

The attack is believed to have come from the north of the officers' position, on Lamar Street, the frontage road east of the tallest main building in the El Centro Central Academy complex.

Because the three police cars parked at the north intersection had bullet holes all over their sides, and judging by the posture of the dead bodies as they fell, it was clear that the attacker had attacked them from behind.

"Be careful! The other party is a professional shooter with amazing shooting skills."

Jack immediately noticed a police officer who was standing right behind the police car at the time of the incident but was still shot dead. The bullet holes on the police car were quite concentrated and deliberately avoided the wheel hub.

The main building of the college where they were at the moment was an 8-story building, a rectangular shape that was long from north to south and wide from east to west. It was connected to the annex building on the west side, to Mel Street where the parade was located on the south side, and to Lamar Street where the gunfight took place on the east side.

Jack and his four companions were walking from west to east on Mel Street. At this time, the gunshots became sparse again, but police officers could be seen in the middle of the intersection still firing back with their pistols in the direction of Lamar Street.

The first floor of the college's main building was made entirely of large floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows. Some of the glass had been beaten into spider web shapes and could not be used as a cover at all. The four men had to rely on the cars parked on both sides of the road to continue moving forward.

"Hey, man, what happened?" As they were approaching the intersection, Aubrey waved to two police officers crouching at the rear of a car.

The two police officers, a man and a woman, were both black and very young. They both held their guns tightly in their hands and breathed heavily nervously.

Their position was a bit delicate, just on the edge of the "battlefield", and they were obviously frightened. The male police officer had a large bloodstain on his chest, but it was obvious that the bloodstain did not belong to him.

The part of the black female police officer's thick lips that was not covered by lipstick had completely lost its color, and her limbs were twitching involuntarily. This was not the effect of adrenaline, but the symptoms of alkalosis caused by tension and excessive breathing.

Jack noticed that the police uniforms of the two men were different from those of the DPD. They had the word "DART" on them, which seemed to indicate that they were police officers belonging to the Dallas Metro System.

"Find her a paper bag." This type of respiratory acute alkalosis can be quickly relieved by adjusting the breathing into the paper bag and restoring the balance of carbon dioxide content in the blood.

So after giving the order, Jack ignored the black female police officer and put his hand on the shoulder of another black male police officer who looked relatively calm.

"Calm down, officer, we are the FBI, tell us what happened?"

"FBI? What FBI? Why is there an FBI here?" The black police officer's pupils dilated, one of his legs kept shaking unconsciously, and he mumbled a series of questions as if he was singing a rap.

Just when Jack was hesitating whether to give him a slap to help him regain his sanity, Aubrey had already taken action.

He pinched the man's cheek with one hand and patted the other cheek with the other hand. "Hey, man, wake up, you are a cop! Where is your professionalism! You are a professionally trained person. Look around, those citizens are still counting on you!"

".Ah, yes, I'm fine." The black policeman seemed to be much more sober. He wiped his face randomly without noticing that the blood on his hands was all over his face.

"There was a surprise attack on us from north to south on Lamar Street, and before we knew what was going on, a lot of people were down, Kroll was dead, Captain Aarons of the DPD, and people in the parade were shot, oh, damn, a lot of people were down.

He was coming for us, targeting the police, absolutely, and most of the people who got shot were our people.”

"Him? You mean there was only one gunman?" Jack noticed that he used the singular term.

"Yes, I only saw one person, this damn Ni Ge. He just stopped his car on the side of the road. When you turn the corner, you can see the black SUV with the lights flashing. Then he just swaggered towards us with an AK and started shooting."

At this time, another round of gunfire rang out, and a man's loud roar came from the shoulder microphone of Officer Xiaohei and the walkie-talkie in Officer Rocha's hand at the same time, "Officer down! Officer down! Oh, damn, he's still shooting him! God!"

The gunshots continued, sounding particularly harsh amidst the sirens that were surrounding him. Jack stood up suddenly, lowered his body as much as possible, and rushed towards the three police cars parked across the intersection like an agile cheetah.

"Jack!" Aubrey gritted his teeth secretly, reached out and patted the somewhat bewildered Officer Rocha on the shoulder, "Take good care of them."

After saying that, he followed Jack's posture, bent down and picked up the Noveske N4 assault rifle.

At least five police officers fell around the three police cars parked at the intersection, and in the middle of the road behind the police cars, two civilians dressed in ordinary clothes were lying down.

One of the black women was lying in a pool of blood and her life or death was unknown. Another black man was shot in the thigh and was struggling to crawl on the ground, trying to hide behind a trash can on the sidewalk.

He was almost successful, but the irony was that, either because he forgot or didn't realize it at all, one of his hands was still tightly grasping a banner that read "Police = Murderers".

The originally crowded marching crowd had already fled in all directions, and many people hid far away in places they thought were safe, holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of the place.

"Bang, bang, bang!" There was no way to slide on the concrete road, so Jack jumped and rolled under a police car. The assault rifle in his hand opened fire instantly, and the bullets hit the concrete pillars along the street of the college building, splashing white ash.

A figure wearing a camouflage tactical vest staggered and then disappeared from Jack's sight. He immediately stopped shooting because the red and blue lights unique to police lights also lit up at the end of the road in that direction.

At this time, Aubrey just caught up, and behind him was the worried Jiejie and the staggering Officer Rocha.

At the same time, several police cars surrounded them from behind. The nervous police officers got out of the car and subconsciously pointed their guns at Jack who was checking the condition of the wounded.

"FBI! We're one of them!" Aubrey and Jiejie held up their ID cards to prove their identities. The situation was chaotic right now, so it wouldn't hurt to shout a few more times.

Jack checked the fallen police officers and civilians one by one at a very fast speed, and sighed silently in his heart. There was nothing left to save.

Among those who fell to the ground, three police officers and the female civilian had stopped breathing. It would be a waste of time to do CPR with such a large amount of bleeding.

The other two police officers had penetrating wounds on their limbs and had already tied tourniquets on themselves. They were obviously retired soldiers with battlefield experience.

"Black, young male, wearing a camouflage tactical vest, which should have had bulletproof plates, and I shot him in the back at least once, but the bullet obviously didn't penetrate.

The target had the intention to enter the academy, but seemed to be stopped by someone inside, and then disappeared in the northeast corner of the building and fled to the west. "

Jack signaled Officer Rocha to report the above situation to the operations center, and his eyes turned to a corpse about sixty or seventy meters away.

It should have been a dead body, wearing a police uniform, and the gunman was shooting it in the head a second time before Jack hastily opened fire.

Jack also saw the black SUV with its lights flashing that the black police officer mentioned. It was only ten meters away from the blocked intersection.

In other words, after the gunman got out of the car, he fired an AK74 almost at close range at the police officer's face. Then he retreated while firing, putting some distance between himself and the police officer who tried to fight back.

It was obvious that the DPD officers could not hold long guns when maintaining order at the parade. They only carried their sidearms. Before the FBI arrived, the gunman was firing slowly and steadily at them from a distance of about 60 to 70 meters away.

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It is very likely that several of the victims died on the spot when they were first attacked. The two police officers who survived tried to take out rifles from the police car and fight back, but they were both injured by accurate point-blank shooting.

One police officer arrived at the scene faster than the FBI. He was driving from north to south on Lamar Street. After noticing the gunman, he got out of the car and planned to surround him from behind.

He used the concrete pillars in the corridor of the building as cover, but was then counterattacked by the retreating gunman. With a simple Qin Wang Around the Pillar move, he was knocked down from behind and shot twice more.

A trained and cold-blooded killer, Jack labeled the gunman a professional and carefully moved along the sidewalk below the college building, followed by Aubrey, Jiejie and DPD female officer Rocha.

There were many bullet holes on the glass door leading to the interior of the college building. After hearing Jack loudly identify himself, two campus police officers armed with pistols cautiously poked their heads out from behind the pillars on both sides of the gate.

Both of them had injuries, but they were not serious. As soon as one of them spoke, Jack recognized his voice. It was the one who had loudly reported on the radio that the police officer had fallen to the ground.

Apparently he had just witnessed the gunman killing the surrounding police officer, and his eyes were filled with tears, as if he regretted not being able to help.

"We can't go out. There are more than 50 children who just finished class in the classroom behind us. We can't go out."

"This is not your fault." Jack stood in front of the body of the police officer who fell behind the pillar and stopped the school police from going forward to check. He was hit in the head several times by 5.56mm steel core bullets, and his face was now unrecognizable.

"Jiejie, Aubrey, help them evacuate the children first." Jack leaned over and checked the name tag on the chest of the deceased police officer, Brent Thompson, who belonged to the Dallas Metro system like the two black police officers.

Perhaps because Jack had reported the direction of the gunman's escape in time, more and more police cars were gathering on the street due north of the college. The piercing sirens made it almost impossible for people to communicate without shouting into their ears.

"Officer Rocha, what is that building northwest of the academy? Is it directly connected to this building?" Jack pulled the young policewoman's arm and asked loudly in her ear.

"It's not connected. That's the college library, and there's a parking lot below. There should be no one inside at this time." Officer Rocha was obviously very familiar with El Centro Central College and might have even studied there.

"Notify the command center that the guy is injured. Let the officers search along the blood trail. He is planning to try to enter the academy and will most likely try to enter from another direction." Jack said, pointing to a few not very obvious drops of blood on the concrete floor.

At this moment, gunshots rang out again, but this time the fight was extremely short and soon died down. Then a police officer's loud curses were heard over Officer Rocha's walkie-talkie.

"I found him. The bastard entered the second floor of the library from the parking lot. We met at the stairs. Damn it, he shot me!"

Jack was stunned when he heard this, thinking, are all the police in Texas so fierce? They all rushed forward alone.

He trotted with the young policewoman, turned around the northeast corner of the college building, and followed the blood trail to the street north of the college building complex.

This street parallel to Mel Street is called Elm Street. At this time, all kinds of police cars have swarmed in, blocking this two-way two-lane road tightly.

"Get off the street! Get off the street! Find cover!" Jack was also impressed by these reckless DPD policemen. A gunman with superb shooting skills was on the second floor of the library facing the street. Were these guys standing on the street below intending to be living targets?

As if to confirm his words, gunshots rang out again, and large pieces of glass fell from the corridor on the second floor of the library, making crisp crackling sounds when they landed on the sidewalk below.

Dense bullets fell on several police cars on the street below. A police officer had just opened the car door and was about to get out when he was shot several times and fell on the driver's seat. His partner tried desperately to drag him out of the police car through the passenger seat, but was also hit by a ricochet bullet.

Jack was on the same side of the street as the gunman at the moment, with no shooting angle at all. Unless he planned to leave the sidewalk and walk to the center of the street to shoot at him, he couldn't even provide covering fire.

Fortunately, the DPD officers who came to support carried rifles with them this time. Several assault rifles were set up in an instant, and they fired a dense rain of bullets at the corridor on the second floor of the library.

As a result, the gunman leaned against the wall and continued firing from the window on the other side at the police car approaching at the end of the street not far away, injuring several more police officers.

The firefight lasted nearly 15 minutes. Just one minute before the DPD finally deployed the SWAT team's sniper, the gunman disappeared deep in the corridor.