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

Chapter 1205 Overly Cautious Jack

Jack, dressed in a black suit, with a dark shirt and tie, moved through the crowd as swiftly as a black panther, but his voice seemed to be left behind, "Danny, outflanking at two o'clock, Esposito at ten o'clock, the rest of you protect the women and children!"

Those who attended the funeral included not only Chief Montgomery's widow and two daughters, but also Cassell's beloved daughter Alexis and mother Martha.

When the voice reached everyone's ears, Jack had already rushed out of the funeral procession. The two people who received the order behind him did not hesitate at all, followed him and ran as fast as they could, and soon caught up from both sides.

The reason he was caught up by the two men was not because Jack ran slowly, nor because the complex terrain of the cemetery limited his performance, but because after leaving the crowd, he began to move forward quickly by shooting on the move.

The legs alternate rapidly in a pace similar to race walking, the upper body above the waist is almost completely motionless, and both hands hold the gun straight, forming a relatively stable shooting posture.

The summer sun was still dazzling even in the early morning. Continuous gunshots rang out in the cemetery, but the gunman hiding high on the hill never had the chance to fire a second shot.

Jack has always used the large FK7.5 as his backup gun, not only because the special armor-piercing bullets equipped in this gun can effectively penetrate most common bulletproof vests within a distance of 20 meters, but also because its effective range far exceeds that of ordinary pistols.

At a distance of more than 200 meters without any cover, charging straight towards a sniper with a pistol in hand seemed like an extremely stupid thing to do, but Jack did it anyway.

It took him less than 5 seconds to rush out of the funeral procession, and before anyone could react, he had closed the distance between himself and the gunman to within 150 meters.

After that, the only sounds in the cemetery were the continuous gunfire of the FK7.5. Bullets kept falling within a range of about two or three meters around a tombstone in the distance, and as the landing point was corrected and the distance was shortened, the range was shrinking.

At this time, only half a minute had passed since the gunman fired the first shot, but within this half a minute, the opponent's mentality experienced a roller coaster-like ups and downs.

From the initial hasty shooting after being accidentally exposed, to trying to aim at Beckett for a second shot, to being surprised to find that someone actually dared to charge straight towards him at this distance, to him trying to aim at Jack, wanting to kill him and then escape.

After a piece of gravel cracked his eye, the gunman finally realized that the situation was not good and wanted to run away. However, the stone chips that kept bursting out of the tombstone in front of him and the bullet holes that appeared at his feet reminded him that turning around and running was not a good idea at this time.

Jack's shooting speed was not fast, basically maintaining a suppressive fire at a rate of one shot every 1 or 2 seconds, but the speed at which he changed magazines made the gunman behind the tombstone not feel any abnormal pauses.

Finally, after more than a minute of continuous gunfire, Danny and Esposito, who arrived later but were the first to arrive, had completed the encirclement from both sides.

"Surrender, you have no chance." Jack was nearly 40 meters away from the gunman at this time, and at this distance, the opponent no longer had any chance.

Along the way, he emptied two spare magazines with a total of 45 rounds of bullets, and the FK7.5 was empty, but it didn't matter anymore. His sidearm SIG Sauer P320-XTen was also within the effective range.

"I surrender!" Seeing two NYPD officers blocking his retreat on the left and right, a burly man in a cemetery manager's uniform emerged from behind the tombstone with his hands raised high, staring at Jack as he slowly approached him, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Who are you exactly?"

"FBI, you are under arrest. Stay still unless you want me to blow your head off." Jack's gun muzzle seemed to be locked, firmly aimed at his head.

Danny, who was out of breath from running, took a few deep breaths, then carefully walked forward, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him.

Soon the NYPD officers attending the funeral gathered around. Beckett was about to rush forward but was stopped by Castle, who shook his head slightly at her, indicating that this was not the place to question her.

Although they still don't know the true identity of the person behind the scenes, since Jack has made it clear last night that he will use unconventional means to resolve the matter, there is no need to make it known to everyone.

"Is everyone okay?" Jack looked at Beckett.

"No one was hurt." The female detective rubbed her shoulders. Although Cassel's dive was very handsome and made her very excited, it was not a pleasant feeling to be pressed on the grass by a 1-meter tall guy.

"How should we deal with this guy?" Danny was also an insider. He had roughly understood what happened from his father, so he directly asked Jack for his opinion.

"give it to me."

Jack picked up a desert-colored M110A1 sniper rifle from the ground next to the tombstone. After noticing that the gun number on it had not been erased, he took a photo and sent it to Alice.

Judging from the model alone, this gun may be mistaken for a derivative of the US military's standard sniper rifle M110, but in fact the two are not related at all.

The M110A1 can be directly regarded as the US military version of the G28E, which is not much different from the one Hannah often uses.

The unexpectedly interrupted funeral ended hastily under the watchful eyes of hundreds of NYPD police officers. When the coffin of Police Commissioner Montgomery was covered with soil, an armored vehicle driven by the NYPD's special police unit - ESU also arrived at the cemetery.

The masked gunman was put in heavy handcuffs and pushed into the armored vehicle, followed by two Subaru vehicles sent by the FBI's New York office.

Then the guests who came to the funeral dispersed one after another, and the last to leave was the black Lincoln hearse. However, the route of this car was a bit strange. After leaving the cemetery, it drove straight onto Interstate 495 leading to Long Island.

"Isn't this a bit too cautious?" Cassel asked aggrievedly as he was squeezed into a corner because there were too many people on the bus.

"Although we all know that the mastermind behind this is powerful, but attacking the NYPD SWAT escort vehicle? Come on, this is not a movie."

Jack, who was checking the messages on his phone, did not refute him immediately. Instead, he held up his phone and put the photo in front of the gunman who had remained silent until now for comparison.

"The serial number on the M110A1 sniper rifle showed that its owner was Martin Horst, an Army Ranger who was killed in an operation seven years ago. His body was later recovered, but the whereabouts of the gun have been unknown since then."

The photo shows a young Latino with a flat nose, thick lips and black curly hair.

The gunman who was sandwiched between Danny and Esposito was a brown-haired white man with a high nose bridge. Although he also had a military temperament, his appearance was completely different from the others.