The gun battle became intense, and the exchange of fire between the two sides became more and more intense.
"Da da, da da~~~"
Owen's burst of rapid fire forced the robber in front of him back to the car, and shouted to Carlos who was hiding behind the police car: "Damn it, what are you doing standing there, get back here..."
"No, Father George is still inside..."
"Damn it!"
Owen finally understood why Carlos was guarding the police car even though he knew it could be attacked from both sides at any time. It turned out that his father was still inside. There had been no movement inside, so Father George must have been injured.
"Shit~"
Irving fired another round of rapid fire, and when he heard Morris's curse next to him, he couldn't help but curse too. There were people everywhere around this wretched place, and they didn't dare to use the grenades they carried casually.
Usually police SWAT is not equipped with weapons of mass destruction such as grenades. They are only equipped with shock bombs, flash bombs, or tear gas. However, the FBI's combat targets are more dangerous, so they sometimes choose to equip grenades.
Just don't use it often.
"Change the magazine~"
Owen yelled and shrank back from the bus, observing the terrain and trying to figure out how to get through. Suddenly, many guys wearing orange prison uniforms appeared from behind the bus. These guys were running away, and some of them had weapons in their hands.
Monica didn't dare to shoot these prisoners casually at first, but some prisoners actually got the dead policeman's gun and opened fire on them. Monica shouted: "ASH, what should I do?"
"Indiscriminate attack!"
Immediately, Monica and several other SWATs stopped holding back. The first few guys who took the lead were either shot in the head or hit in the torso, and some people kept falling down.
Agent Brad was shot in the head during the chaos and died immediately.
Thirteen prisoners suddenly appeared, and the scene was chaotic. However, Alex and his men took this opportunity to run back to the car.
"cover me!"
"clear!"
Morris's shooting became more intense, and Owen took the opportunity to get around to the other side of the robbers. With a short burst of fire, he finally hit the last robber.
After Owen quickly approached with a gun, regardless of whether he was dead or not, he shot him in the head again. Only then did he have time to see Carlos.
He looked very embarrassed and injured. The magazine of the M4 in his hand had long been empty, and he was relying on the pistol to support him.
"You guy, you look like a terrorist when you raise the gun above your head and shoot..."
This is a joke Carlos used to make with him. Anyone who doesn't raise the gun above his head and shoot is not considered a real terrorist. Another thing is, anyone who doesn't saw off the AK stock is not considered a real terrorist.
Real terrorists.
Carlos made a middle finger gesture, and the two of them hurried back to the police car to see Father George.
At a glance, Owen saw the detective whose head was shot in the back seat, Stewart, the old man from the homicide unit. Owen took good care of him when he first joined the homicide unit, but by this time he had turned into a cold corpse.
He felt some emotions surging in his heart...
Father George, who was in the passenger seat, was taking in less air and outgoing more air. His face was covered in sweat from the pain. When he saw Owen, he couldn't even speak, but his eyes moved weakly.
"Dad..."
Owen's throat was throbbing. Father George looked like it might not be easy for him to get through it. Owen felt that his heart was even more congested and panicked.
"Damn, these bastards..."
Owen turned around and wanted to go find those guys to settle the score, but he happened to hear the screeching sound of car tires behind the bus, followed by the rapid gunshots of Monica and the others.
Want to run?
Owen rushed over. The guy was reversing the car. Owen could see clearly that the guy in the car wearing a prison uniform was their target this time, Alex Montel. Needless to say, these people were here to save him.
.
I remember how miserable Father George was when he couldn't even speak...
I think of Stewart, whose face was covered in blood in the back seat and died inexplicably...
Thinking of the eagerness over there still lying on the ground not knowing whether to live or die...
Owen's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he felt like his body was about to explode. He picked up the gun, and everything around him began to slow down.
Pa~pa~~pa~pa~~~
After two rapid firings in a row, the bullet accurately punctured Ford's tire, causing Ford's body to hit a tree.
Everyone rushed out from behind the bunker, yelling and surrounding Ford.
"Drop the weapon!"
"Drop your weapons!!"
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Irving kept pointing his gun at the car. The robber who was driving wanted to take out his gun, but Irving shot him in the chest one after another.
He still wasn't relieved. He didn't stop even after the robber was dead. He still fired one shot after another. The kinetic energy of the bullets still caused the body to shake. The people watching next to him opened their mouths in surprise.
As the team commander, ASH knew that Owen was out of control.
She glanced in the direction of the police car. Owen must have suffered some kind of stimulation that led to his emotional breakdown. At this time, he was unconscious. All his actions were conditioned reflexes. Even if someone from Team A appeared within his shooting range, he would not
Will shoot.
The rest of Team A also noticed something was wrong with Owen. Only Alex in the car was still glaring at Owen fiercely.
He recognized this policeman. He was arrested yesterday because he chased his car. It was because of him that he failed today. Alex wanted to kill him. He would never forget the look of this man in his life.
Owen was still holding the gun, but he no longer fired. ASH slowly approached Owen and gently put his hand on the gun in Owen's hand.
"Owen, it's okay... we have the situation under control..."
Owen seemed to feel the call of ASH, and his consciousness gradually returned. He looked around and put down the gun dejectedly.
"Man, you scared us just now..."
Morris came over and patted Irving on the shoulder.
Alex's face in the car was filled with gloom.
"Well, I lost this time. It's very Hollywood, isn't it?"
Seeing his men being wiped out and himself being pointed at by a bunch of guns, Alex returned to his true heroic self.
He is not afraid of what these SWATs will do to him. He understands the laws of the United States. He has given up resistance. No one can hurt him at this time. What's more, with so many people watching around him, the SWAT people will never dare to do something special to him.
thing.
He opened the car door and walked out gracefully, looking at the SWAT and the crowd around him with a smile. It seemed that the dead people on the ground had nothing to do with him. These were just trivial matters.
Owen was furious when he saw him like this. He stepped forward and kicked him in the knee, knocking him down. "You bastard, you killed Stuart, and you also hurt Father George..."
Campbell looked around at the crowd with cameras and DVs filming. The prisoner had stopped resisting. It would be very bad if Irving took action at this time and was photographed.
ASH signaled that Campbell and Morris went up to restrain Irving to prevent him from doing more extreme behavior. Who would have expected that Alex secretly took out a dagger and suddenly stabbed Irving in the neck.
When Campbell and the others discovered it, it was already too late. Owen struggled to avoid his neck, and the dagger made a cut on his face, and blood flowed out instantly.
Owen kicked Alex in the stomach and kicked him away. Alex was kneeling on the ground, coughing and panting. He was still smiling nervously, when suddenly a pistol was thrown in front of him.
At that moment, he subconsciously wanted to pick up the gun, but his reason immediately suppressed this impulse. He looked up and found Owen looking at him fiercely. He was very sure that this SWAT wanted to kill him. If his hands dared
If you touch the gun, this guy can justifiably kill him.
In an instant, Alex's back was wet with sweat. This guy really wanted to kill him, even in front of everyone.
At this moment, not only Alex, but everyone around him understood Owen's intentions. This guy was too cruel. He wanted to accompany him and kill Alex. Morris and Campbell dragged Owen away.
Others handcuffed Alex and took him back to the car.
A siren sounded in the distance, and the police car and ambulance arrived almost at the same time. Father George and Thrace were carried into the ambulance, and the ambulance drove away again with the siren on.
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The timing of today's chapter was wrong. I always thought it had been released.
Thank you to those book friends who encourage me. I never thought that one day there would be so many people supporting me. Writing a book is really painful and happy. There is a big plot recently. Please wait patiently. I will try my best to do it.
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Do you know why I put all the updates together and released them at 0:00? It’s just so that everyone can vote and still have the votes in their hands after reading it. This little thought will satisfy me.