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Chapter 46 Attacked

But jokes are jokes, Jack still admires Angela and Wesley, the CP couple. Although they are noisy, their relationship has been good since then.

It can even be said that the self-acting of the Hunter couple does not count. This couple is probably one of the few positive couples in almost all American dramas. They work together to survive the crisis of life and death, and experience various trials and tribulations in daily life together. In the end, Also has two children.

It would be nice to live a life of ordinary love like them, Jack thought, and walked to the parking lot with John. Hannah had already sent the unconscious Angela home first.

Because it belongs to the temperate Mediterranean climate, the climate in Los Angeles is mild all year round. Even though it is already December, the temperature at night is still more than ten degrees, and the cool night wind blows through, which makes the two people who are a little bit drunk can't help but feel refreshed.

John's old Ford pickup parked a little closer and walked to his car. Jack was about to wave goodbye to him when suddenly there was a piercing sound of burning tires behind him.

A creepy chill ran from Jack's tailbone down his spine to the back of his head, and the original hint of alcohol disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He pushed John down on the right side of the pickup truck's front, and then hid himself. Almost in the next second, accompanied by a short brake sound, fierce gunshots rang out, and bullets slammed into the surroundings of the two like hailstones.

Jack pressed John's head and tried to hide their bodies behind the front wheels. The thin steel plates of civilian cars could not stop the fire of automatic rifles at all. Only the front engine and thick wheels could block the full-power rifle bullets. .

Time seemed to become extremely long, and almost all the car alarms in the parking lot went off. Jack took out the Python revolver from the holster under his arm and counted silently in his mind, but the gunshots seemed to have stopped forever and continued.

Soon John's pickup truck was riddled with holes, the fuel tank was also cracked, and he smelled the dangerous smell of gasoline. When Jack became impatient and wanted to risk a counterattack, the gunfire finally stopped.

Worried about the other party's deceit, Jack made a fake motion of probing, and found that there was no response from the other party, so he leaned out half of his body to fight back, but only saw two red taillights.

"Fake." Jack yelled. The hail of bullets just now didn't make him burst with adrenaline, but his anger level was obviously high.

John was still squatting on the side of the car, with cold sweat on his face. He had never experienced such a fierce gun battle in [Bronson Building], and the intruding attack just now obviously frightened him a lot.

Jack stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground and asked him to call the police. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Hannah.

Although the attack was most likely aimed at John, just in case, he still briefly explained the situation on the phone and asked Hannah to wake Angela up and return as soon as possible to prevent them from being attacked as well.

Now Jack roughly understands where the sense of immediacy came from when he saw the cousin threatening John. If he remembers correctly, Zoe died to protect John in the follow-up to this plot.

There was a burst of irritation in his heart, and he secretly reminded himself to be calm and not to get confused because of concern. He only knew that Zoe died because of this incident, but he still couldn't recall the specific details. Now was not the time to regret that he didn't watch the show carefully. , we can only take one step at a time and see what happens.

In less than 5 minutes, Hannah's Mustang pickup truck drove into the parking lot at high speed. She jumped out of the car and nervously checked Jack's whole body. She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was unharmed.

And Angela, who was forced to wash her face with a bottle of cold mineral water before waking up, looked at the mess, her eyes were still a little dull, as if she was still thinking about what she missed just now.

Ten minutes later, a large number of police cars arrived with sirens, and soon after, Tim, Lucy, Nila and others in civilian clothes also came from home after receiving the news.

Tim stared at John's old pickup truck that had been turned into scrap metal, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Who did the two of you offend?"

Jack pointed at John: "You are going to ask John, he should be directed at him, the other party is obviously a guy with heavy firepower, as soon as we got to the side of the car, he used an assault rifle with a modified drum to point at us fully I scanned hundreds of hairs."

"When I was about to fight back, the opponent had already got into the car and ran away. I only saw two taillights, and I didn't even see the license plate clearly. It should be an experienced professional."

Still in shock, John shook his head with a dazed expression.

Lucy and Nila, who had finished understanding the situation with the night patrol policemen, came over.

"Colleagues on the night shift asked around, but no one saw the shooter."

"Or no one wants to admit seeing the shooter," Nila added.

"They found the car used by the shooter, which was reported missing this afternoon."

At this time, Zooey and Superintendent Gray came from behind the crowd.

Zoe spoke the truth: "According to intelligence, you have been ordered to kill by [Southern Front]."

Tim seemed a little unhappy: "Since the old rookie was put on a bounty on his head by the gang before me? It seems that I am going to work hard. This is incredible."

Okay, that's very Tim's style.

Angela, who has fully awakened, obviously has a different opinion: "This should have nothing to do with John's police status, but a personal grievance, otherwise there is no reason why he would be targeted by a white supremacist group like [Southern Front]."

John was even more confused: "Excuse me, white supremacist gang? Killing order? What's going on."

Superintendent Gray explained: "Typically, gangs don't target the police, which can cause them a lot of trouble. Unless a police officer insults a gang member, they will issue a kill warrant."

John opened his mouth slightly and looked at everyone in confusion, as if he didn't understand what everyone was talking about.

Jack sighed: "I think it should be the cousin you arrested today, you forgot the threat she made to you."

"She tore her skirt in public, and insisted that I made her embarrassing in public." John suddenly realized.

Zoe nodded: "Astrid Heather, the woman of the [Southern Front] gang leader, one of the most violent gangs in California."

"Because of that woman's pillow talk, now the [Southern Front] gang leader ordered all the gang members to hunt and kill you." Superintendent Gray added to explain.

"What about me? I'm the woman who was arrested together with John." Nila looked eager to try. Like Tim, she seemed to regard being hunted down by gangsters as an honor.

The black-faced superintendent looked helpless, and he didn't know whether to feel relieved or angry at his subordinate's optimistic attitude of dying.

"It was John who stretched out his hand to torture people, so the killing order is only against John."

Nila's expression was still a bit unwilling, and she glared fiercely at Tim opposite him, who seemed to be relieved. This African-American policewoman who had retired from the position of a senior undercover detective was obviously also a bold leader.