Old and cunning

Author: Silently does not exist

Old and cunning

Jack was a little dumbfounded by Hannah's actions. He stretched out his hand to tuck the hair from her lips behind her ears and nodded.

"To be honest, I'm really curious about how Tim plans to avoid this gadget." While speaking, he turned on the law enforcement recorder on his chest.

Two police cars turned off their engines and parked at the corner more than 200 meters away from the hut to prevent detection.

The four people who got out of the car all held long guns and crouched in the woods more than 50 meters southeast of the cabin. This time the shotgun was in Hannah's hands, and she would be responsible for breaking down the door later.

Just when Tim was about to give the order to move forward, the door of the cabin suddenly opened. A sturdy white man was shirtless, with a tattooed arm holding an ax in his right hand, and adjusting the belt around his waist with his left hand, shaking

walked out.

As the door of the house opened, you could faintly hear the cry and pleading of a girl inside, and Tim took out a small telescope.

"It was identified as the suspect Angus Lucius. He had a Remington shotgun with a sawn barrel inserted in his back and a pistol at his waist."

The suspect Lucius carried the ax and turned to the back of the house and disappeared from the sight of the four people. After a while, the sound of splitting wood was heard from the back of the house.

Tim turned down the volume of the intercom and reported to the command center: "We found the suspect Angus Lucius in Kenneth Hahn State Park. The location has been marked. Please dispatch reinforcements immediately. The suspect has multiple weapons and is extremely dangerous.

!There are hostages in the house, we may need an ambulance."

Then he turned back and whispered: "The suspect and the hostage are separated. Now is a good opportunity. Jack and I go around to the back of the house to deal with the suspect. John and Hannah enter the house to control the hostage and ensure safety."

The other three nodded and followed Tim towards the cabin.

The four of them reached the door of the hut. Tim waved for John and Hannah to enter the house. Then he pressed the M16 against the wooden wall against his shoulders and prepared to move to the back of the house.

Jack, who was following behind him, held his breath and concentrated. His mental strength had recently increased a little after breaking through 20. His sharp five senses made him realize that something was wrong. The sound of wood splitting coming from behind the house suddenly disappeared.

Jack was shocked, but before he could remind Tim, an ax struck the barrel of the M16 that Tim had just stretched out around the corner.

Tim's reaction was not slow. Almost as soon as the rifle was released from his hand, he rushed forward and struggled with Lucius.

Jack, who was standing at the corner, was about to take a step forward and raise his gun to threaten the opponent to surrender. Unexpectedly, after Lucius discovered that there was more than one person on the other side, he immediately released the ax that was firmly grasped by Tim, and kicked Tim with a flying kick.

He turned towards Jack, then turned around and ran away.

While running, this guy pulled out the Remington from his waist and fired at the two of them randomly. After emptying the bullets, he threw away the gun and headed into the dense forest.

Jack on the other side reacted very quickly. When Tim was kicked and blocked his gun line, he immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and grabbed his tactical vest with his left hand.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the suspect Lucius pull out his Remington, twist his waist, turn back 180 degrees, grab Tim's left hand and throw him behind the corner of the cabin.

At the same time, he ducked around the corner and pressed Tim between his body and the outer wall of the wooden house in a very funny posture. Almost at the same time, the shotgun steel balls fired at the corner of the wooden house, sending wood chips flying in all directions.

"You can let go of me." Tim was pressed against the wall of the wooden house with Jack's brute force and almost broke his ribs. He groaned in pain, turned around and met his eyes.

At the same time, they found that the posture that looked like Bi Dong was very unsightly. They were stunned for a moment and said in unison: "Don't tell anyone about this matter."

From the window on the side of the wooden house, Hannah happened to poke her head out. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Do you need help?"

"No, the two of us are tracking the suspect. You protect the hostages and wait for reinforcements."

After Tim finished speaking, he reached out and pulled out his pistol angrily. Whether intentionally or not, his elbow grazed Jack's chest with such force that he actually knocked off his body camera.

Jack was stunned for a moment, but he didn't stupidly pick it up. He looked at Tim's chest and found that whether it was due to the previous scuffle or other reasons, his law enforcement recorder had also fallen off.

He is really cunning and cunning, he has learned and learned.

Following Tim into the dense forest, Jack regretted taking the M16 with him. Even with his current physical strength, it was estimated that even if he held Hannah, Tim would not be able to get rid of her within a kilometer or two.

But carrying a rifle in the woods was too much of a hindrance. Jack simply turned off the safety, slung the M16 across his back, pulled out the Glock, and observed the trampled dead branches and leaves on the ground while paying attention to the surrounding wind and grass.

The two chased each other for less than 10 minutes when Tim suddenly stopped, raised his pistol and shouted: "Hands up, Lucius, you have nowhere to run."

Jack stepped out from behind him, taking advantage of the cover of a big tree on the right, and aimed at a figure 10 meters away.

Directly in front is a low cliff, with a small stream flowing over it and dripping down from the cliff, forming a confusing pool.

The suspect Lucius turned his back to the two and stood in a daze for a while, then threw the M1911 in his hand at his feet, turned around, knelt on the ground with a weird smile on his face, and held his head in his hands.

Tim stopped where he was and used his eyes to signal Jack to pay attention to the person coming from behind. Jack understood and took a few steps back and disappeared behind the bushes. In fact, he did not go far. He was firmly behind the bushes that Lucius could not see.

Lock him with a gun and keep an eye on the surroundings.

Seeing Tim pointing the gun at him with cold eyes and no intention of stepping forward, the smile on Lucius's face became a little stiff. When he saw Jack retreat and disappear, his expression became a little panicked.

"I've put down the gun, what do you want to do?"

Tim's tone was as cold as his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a cruel arc: "Pick up your gun, Private Angus Lucius."

Lucius became even more panicked and began to wave his hands frantically: "No, you can't do this. I have already put down the gun. Arrest me. You are a policeman."

Tim's roar interrupted him: "We were all once glorious Maruns. What you did has tarnished our reputation. Now I order you, soldier, to pick up your weapons."

Lucius looked at the pistol on the ground, and his body began to tremble involuntarily: "No, please, I have retired, I have PTSD, no. You can't do this."

Tim was unmoved. It seemed that Lucius's cowardly look aroused his anger even more: "You have only two choices now, either pick up the guy on the ground and shoot yourself in the head, or you can be shot by me."

die."

After speaking, he spat on the ground.

Lucius was so frightened that he burst into tears and stretched out his hand tremblingly.
Chapter completed!