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

Chapter 62 Accidents happen again

Jack raised the speed of the car to 120 kilometers per hour. In his previous life, he had watched a lot of PIT videos of the US police at Station B, especially the Arkansas State Police series, which was the most exciting. But now that the person involved is himself, it is not so pleasant. .

Now it's not just about overturning the opponent. If you really want to overturn the opponent and cause the virus to leak, you can't touch everyone present to perform the healing technique.

Fortunately, the other driver was not an experienced driver and showed no signs of defensive driving. The road leading to the airport in front of him was also very dilapidated and the speed could not be increased at all. The previous speed had been maintained at about 80 to 90 kilometers per hour.

Perhaps because the airport had been blocked, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on this dilapidated road. Jack felt that the time was right. Seeing that the front of the police car was already parallel to the middle and rear of the blue BMW, he gently turned the steering wheel in his hand to the right and pushed the car forward. It's on the rear wheel on the left side of the BMW.

The blue BMW suddenly lost control. The front of the car turned to the left, but the rear half of the car was caught by Jack's head, and it slid to the right uncontrollably. The driver in the car, under conditioned reflex, stepped on the brakes in panic, and the tires and the ground made sharp sounds. After making a long braking mark, the car stopped horizontally less than 5 meters away from the traffic light at the intersection ahead.

When Jack succeeded in the PIT, he stepped on the brakes and kept a distance of about ten meters from the out-of-control BMW. The fact that the other party did not shoot during the chase did not mean that he did not have automatic weapons. After all, terrorists are not street thieves who dare to plot. In the event of a terrorist attack, it would be reasonable to prepare some automatic weapons.

Now the only police car following behind is John and his team. It will take at least two or three minutes for the others to arrive. If there are two people in the other car, each of them has an AK or something, two police cars and four Glocks are really not guaranteed. Can be suppressed.

Just as the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come. Jack and Angela got out of the car. They had just relied on the two front doors with reinforced steel plates to establish a defense and prepared to shout. They saw an AR-556 sticking out of the driver's window on the opposite side and pointing at them. Start shooting.

A terrorist also got out of the passenger seat, carrying a travel bag containing the virus and holding a Scorpion submachine gun, and stopped John's police car.

For a moment, the empty street became a battlefield filled with bullets. Both Jack and Angela only carried pistols. They didn't dare to expect that the two so-called bulletproof car doors could block the rifle bullets. They rolled and crawled to the back of the car and fled to the back of the car. Wesley here is caught in the middle.

"I think we need to put a gun rack between the driver's seats."

Jack opened the trunk angrily, winced, took out an AR15 and two magazines and threw them to Angela.

Angela was inserting ceramic plates into her body armor and took over the rifle. Seeing that Jack was also ready, the two of them pressed down the trunk lid at the same time. The two AR15s started firing in turn with tacit understanding, and immediately beat the terrorists on the opposite side to the ground. , hiding behind the engine compartment at the front of the car and not daring to show his face.

Wesley, who was squatting between the two of them, was burned by the bullet casings that popped out of the AR15 ejection port. He screamed when the impatient Angela held his head and pulled him behind him.

Soon, John and Nila also took out their rifles. Now the offensive and defensive situation changed. Police cars from the Wilshire Division behind them also rushed over. They saw that the two terrorists had no choice but to be captured.

An unfortunate thing happened with a small probability. A bus was coming from the right intersection to the left. The Shabi bus driver was shaking his head and listening to music. When he passed the intersection and realized that something was wrong, it was too late to apply the brakes and stopped the bus directly. Behind the sideways BMW.

"Ceasefire ceasefire."

In fact, there was no need for Superintendent Gray, who had just arrived, to give an order. All the police officers present stopped shooting, and the bus stopped just within the police's shooting range, directly behind the two terrorists.

The passengers in the car were looking out the window on the left with horrified expressions. Less than 20 meters away, a dozen police officers from the Wilshire Division who had just arrived were pointing at them with various types of rifles.

"What am I"

Jack had just changed the second magazine. When he looked up, he looked confused. He was planning to use the low-light red dot sight to shoot his head. The terrorist who had already noticed the police's trap changed the magazine, and the AR-556 fired again. Fire.

Then a group of policemen could only watch helplessly as the terrorist carrying a travel bag, under the cover of his accomplices, threatened the Shabi bus driver with a gun, opened the door, and jumped onto the bus.

Another terrorist finished scanning a magazine, threw away the AR-556 in his hand, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired a few more rounds, then fled and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

"It's a big trouble."

Jack muttered, reopened the trunk of the car, took out two towels, wetted them with mineral water, and threw one to Angela.

In the eyes of others, this may be a psychological comfort, but if they are really infected, how can they explain that the two of them are not infected and can just put it on these two towels? The CDC guys believe it or not.

"I attract attention. You see the timing and shoot. Be sure to kill with one shot."

Jack turned around and whispered to Angela that he was quite confident in this eldest sister's shooting skills.

"Angela, it's too dangerous."

Wesley, who had been held down by his girlfriend just now, was a little worried and couldn't help but speak.

Angela's expression was also a little tangled. An ordinary patrol officer might really hesitate. After all, it's less than 10,000 yuan a month. Why risk your life? There is already a Tim in the precinct whose life or death is uncertain.

But after all, she is one of the protagonists, and her sense of responsibility is much higher than that of ordinary police officers. Besides, she will soon become an official police detective. New police officers like Jack are rushing to the front, and as a partner, she cannot leave him behind.

"It's my duty." She replied angrily to her boyfriend, and Angela followed.

Jack wasn't too worried. The opponent's Scorpion never saw the magazine changed. There probably weren't many rounds left in it. The power of the 7.65-caliber pistol bullets was just that. The guy in the car just looked like a black African uncle. With marksmanship, the possibility of accidentally injuring passengers is higher.

The body armor he currently wears with ceramic plates inserted into it can withstand a few rounds without any problem. As long as he doesn't hit his head, there's no need to worry. It doesn't matter whether it's a big head or a small head.

With this thought in mind, Jack put the AR15 on his back, pulled out the Glock again, pulled out the magazine and checked it, and then boarded the bus carefully.

At the same time, some colleagues from the Wilshire Division followed John and Nila on foot to hunt down another terrorist. Others drove police cars and surrounded the bus.

Angela, who was following Jack, suddenly seemed to think of something. She pulled Jack and told him to stop where he was. She ran to Superintendent Gray and whispered something. The black-faced Superintendent nodded, indicating that he understood.

When Angela returned to Jack's side, Jack continued to act and made a Viet Cong probe from the steps up. The terrorists in the car were indeed fooled and fired a few rounds directly in the direction of the front of the car. Then they heard a clicking sound. The sound of short position hanging up.