Police Chen Shu

Chen Shu's speed was slightly slower, but Zhu Yiba did not deliberately stop and wait, or help Chen Shu climb. Because both of them knew that time was urgent at this moment and they must occupy a favorable position on the rooftop before the K elements arrived.

Click.

An open-fingered hand stretched out into the night sky from outside the low wall on the top floor, then turned 90 degrees inward and pressed hard against the low wall. With a muffled groan, a heavily armed SWAT team member came cleanly from outside the building. Ride up the low wall.

Then, another one.

This man's movements were not so graceful. He was panting like a cow. The police uniform on his body kept rubbing against the wall. At this time, his whole body was wrinkled and embarrassed. He was lying on the low wall as if he was about to die.

After tinkering for a long time, with the help of my companions, I managed to hang it on the low wall.

Chen Shu wiped his forehead and thanked him. He looked at the dark roof in front of him and said happily: "Huh, it's not bad. I caught up."

The two special police officers jumped from the low wall. They were breathing heavily and had no time to adjust. They took out the Type 92 pistol from the outside of their thighs, pulled it with their backhand, then cut the safety and aimed firmly at the iron door leading downstairs.

I could faintly detect the shouts of people coming from under my feet, as well as the sound of "dong dong dong" running, and there were also a lot of gunshots in the gaps.

Turning on the bright flashlight on his helmet, looking past the machine sight, Chen Shu firmly locked the iron door leading to the rooftop.

But what he didn't notice was that Zhu Yiba, who was standing half behind him, was also aiming his gun at the iron door, but his eyes were looking at the safety bolt of the gun body from time to time.

The safety bolt is closed.

"Zhu Yiba, there is no need to fire warning shots later. As long as they dare to rush towards us, we will shoot." Chen Shu said seriously.

After a pause, he raised the corner of his mouth for no reason and said mockingly: "I forgot that you came from Yun Province. You must have seen more such occasions than me. Maybe, you may have to protect me in a while."

"Chen Da, we all know what you did in NJ. It's so damn cool, we all have the word 'Follow' in capital letters!" Zhu Yiba tried to tease, but his eyes still didn't leave the one in his hand that was still closed. The safety catch is on.

Chen Shu took a deep breath and suddenly felt that standing next to a comrade who had shouldered a gun together was a very safe thing.

He could feel his nervousness and uneasiness, but as long as he thought of his comrades standing firmly behind him, this negative emotion could be relieved a lot.

"Chen Da, how about we rush downstairs?" Zhu Yiba made a suggestion, because he felt that it was a torture for him to stand upstairs like this, and he hoped to relieve his inner anxiety through physical actions. .

Zhu Yiba was not afraid of these K elements. He had killed many soldiers, traffickers, and bandits. He just had a little doubt that when the time came, he would still be able to fire this gun as accurately as before.

Just shoot, what's the big deal?

Zhu Yiba encouraged himself repeatedly in his mind, but what came to his mind was the scene where his comrades died because of him, and the helpless expression of his old father when he persuaded him to go to the Ninth Bureau to do civilian work with peace of mind.

If you can't fire a gun, you'll be a joke wherever you go.

Zhu Yiba's hands slowly began to shake.

Bang.

The masonry underfoot trembled slightly again, followed by the sound of extremely frequent gunfire.

For some reason, Chen Shu had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Did you hear that? There's shooting going on down there, and there are explosions. We're going up and down, and it's easy to get hurt by accident." Chen Shu stared at the iron gate and said slowly, "We have to trust our comrades."

Xu Mingliang?

Is an old EOD man who has already laid down on his back really trustworthy?

Zhu Yiba's thoughts were spinning wildly. He didn't know why, at this critical moment, his mind was still thinking wildly.

Boom, boom, boom.

A burst of chaotic footsteps came from inside the iron door and from downstairs.

Then the iron door opened with a bang, and two men dressed like Shao Min stood out first, with a few more vaguely crowded behind.

Perhaps their eyes were suddenly flashed by a flashlight from outside, and they paused for a few seconds.

"Police! Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted loudly.

The two men inside the iron gate reacted, shouting "waaaaaaaah" without knowing what they were saying, and rushed towards Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba with their hands waving wildly.

"Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted again.

The two men did not stop, and even increased their speed, shouting and waving their arms, as if they had been carried away by anger.

boom! boom! boom!

Without thinking, Chen Shu killed the man at the front with three shots, then moved his pistol slightly and pointed it straight at another man from behind who was also charging straight at him and did not stop because his companion fell to the ground.

Click!

Stuck!

"Fuck! It's stuck again!"

Chen Shu couldn't help but curse angrily. He stared at the man who was about to rush over and shouted loudly: "Zhu Yiba! Shoot!"

Seeing that the man was about to rush forward, the flashing reflection of the shiny blade in his hand was very clear. Coupled with the ghostly screams of the K elements when they charged, his ferocious appearance made people shudder.

But the gunfire around Chen Shu still didn't sound.

Also stuck?

That's too late!

Chen Shu inserted his pistol into the mouth of his tactical vest with his backhand, shouted to encourage himself, then flew forward and collided with the man who was charging towards them.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Knives and fists intersect, and the scene does not have cool and dazzling special effects like in movies, but a simple collision. However, the dull sound that followed was extremely thick. It was a real fight between the two sides, and they did not consider the sound produced by the collision of deceleration.

Both of them knew that this was already a fight to the death.

Failure is death.

At this time, Zhu Yiba had just come to his senses. He was looking anxiously at the two black figures fighting not far away, and at the same time, he was wary of the two other K-men standing inside the iron gate who were about to move. .

Until now, the bumper of the 92 pistol in his hand was still closed.

The situation is extremely serious!

(PS: Everyone in society takes it for granted that special police officers must have been trained, and actual combat combat must be as good as that of ordinary people. This view can only be said to be roughly correct, but this "not true" is not as easy as expressed in words.

Special police officers do have training in this area, but not much. It can even be said to be pitiful. The focus of daily training is more on long-distance running and strength training, and not even much shooting.

They were all colleagues who drank together after get off work, and they were afraid of hurting the harmony by hitting each other hard, so even if the detachment sent someone to supervise the quarterly sparring assessment, everyone would just do a few punches and then give up.

As for unarmed fighting, it is more about standing on the spot and grabbing the enemy's fists to warm up a few times before long-distance running. Even the investigation tactics must be practiced more frequently. Obviously, they don't pay much attention to this aspect, because everyone agrees that there will be no situation where the police need to single out criminal suspects.

When the police are enforcing the law and arresting people, they will determine the number of people before taking action. Generally, they will attack the small number with more people. Sticks, sprays, and anti-riot steel forks, which one is not better than fighting with bare hands?

Unless you have received extremely professional training, such as boxers and Sanda fighters who make a living from fighting, or special operations soldiers who have retired from the army, ordinary fights are about who is heavier, stronger, and who is more ruthless.

In this way, even special police officers are only slightly stronger than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness due to years of training. They are not the kind of fighting special effects in TV and movies that can hit the entire scene with one shot.

However, Chen Shu, who has experienced life and death fighting in NJ, in addition to his traditional advantages in physical fitness, is now also a top-notch existence in terms of ferocity, and he is worthy of those K elements. )(End of this chapter)