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The robber failed to kill Owen with two shots, but turned his gun on the man in the vest.
The man in the vest ran decisively with his head in his arms, being chased and beaten by a pistol. He escaped with his life only when a flying dog pounced on his food and hid behind a pile of debris.
When Irving aimed at the robber again, the robber also pointed his gun at him. The two fired almost at the same time, and they started shooting across the table. In an instant, bullets were flying in a space of several square meters, and all kinds of debris were hit by bullets.
The ping pong was jumping wildly.
When the robber was shooting, he did not forget to step back and put distance between the two of them. Owen was just the opposite. The other person was wearing a body armor. He had to fight in close combat to kill the enemy, and only in close combat could his Mozambique shooting method be useful.
The two of them ran and chased each other, running and fighting across the table, like two parallel lines, fighting all the way from one end to the other, until a pillar blocked their sight.
At the moment when their vision was blocked, the two made different choices. Owen chose to approach quickly, while the robber chose to change the magazine. He moved very quickly, and while the old magazine fell freely, the new magazine was already in place.
When they walked around the pillar, the robber was shocked to find that Owen was so close to him. However, the surprised expression lasted only for a moment. The robber immediately raised his gun and fired. The bullet rubbed the rifling and spun out of the barrel, but he was bent down.
Owen barely escaped.
Owen fell to the ground the moment the opponent pulled the trigger, and used the momentum to slide towards the opponent, and at the same time, the gun in his hand went off.
"Bang bang"
The bullet fired by the robber flew past Owen's scalp, and Owen successfully hit the opponent's legs. A burst of blood mist floated out of the gun, and the robber fell down screaming in pain.
When the robber fell to the ground, Owen just happened to slide next to him. Before he could stand up again, the gun was already pressed against his temple.
"Bang bang"
The body that was about to stand up fell back to the ground again. Owen killed two people in a row, but he couldn't take it lightly at this time. The identity of the man in the vest was still unknown.
Owen's gun has been hung up. The last two bullets that killed the robber just now were the last two bullets. He did not change the magazine, but picked up the gun in the robber's hand as quickly as possible, rolled forward, and the gun
The mouth has pointed to the position of the man in the vest.
"Come out~~Hold your head with your hands~~~"
Owen shouted.
"Don't shoot, man, be careful of misfire... I'm not a robber, I'm a policeman." said the man in the vest hiding behind the debris.
"Police? Prove your identity...move slowly...don't let me misunderstand...otherwise I will shoot..."
"Okay, it's all up to you. I'm about to come out. Be careful not to get into trouble."
The man in the vest held the pistol upside down with two fingers and raised it high. Then he slowly walked out of the hiding place and stopped a few steps away from Owen. Then he slowly turned around and gestured to him behind him.
There was no weapon hidden, and then he signaled to Irving: "I'll show you my ID now. It's in my trouser pocket..."
"Okay, move slower..."
Owen pointed his gun at the man in the vest, and the man in the vest began to slowly put his hand into his trouser pocket, and turned around specifically so that Owen could see the whole process of taking out his pocket. Then he took out a small notebook and slowly opened it.
Ben, hold it up for Owen to see.
Irving looked at it for a moment and found that it was indeed a police officer's ID card. It clearly said New York City Police Department, and he was also a sergeant, a higher rank than Irving. Irving put the gun away, and the man in the vest finally moved.
It's normal.
Only then did Owen feel exhausted. He had just killed two people in a row. The whole process took less than ten seconds, but in this short period of time, he had walked between life and death more than once.
The tension and exhaustion instantly drained his body, and he didn't care so much and sat directly on the ground leaning against the table.
He didn't feel nervous just now, but now he relaxed and felt a pain in his body. Then he remembered that he had been shot, at least twice.
He grinned and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the Kevlar body armor underneath and the eye-catching LAPD logo on it.
There were two yellow bullets embedded in the chest and abdomen respectively. Owen put his hand into his clothes and touched it. Fortunately, there was no blood. The police's body armor was of good quality and the bullets did not penetrate the body armor.
In the exchange of fire just now, at such a close distance, he was sure that he hit the other party, but the other party also hit him, but both of them were covered by body armor, so the injuries were not serious.
The man in the vest also came over at this time and sat carelessly next to Owen. Owen always thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember seeing him there. When he lowered his head, he found that this guy had bare feet. No wonder he had heard it before.
The sound of his walking felt strange.
"Hi, man, my name is John McClane, NYPD. Thank you for saving me just now. In addition, I don't know how to describe those two blows you just made. They were really good."
The man gestured to the way Irving had just shot his head. Irving knew he was talking about the Mozambique shooting method. Anyone who sees it for the first time would be surprised.
The man handed over a cigarette, and Owen waved his hand. He didn't know how to smoke. McClain didn't take it seriously and switched his hand to light it for himself.
"It's nothing. I'm Steve Irwin, from the West Hollywood branch. Why are you here?"
Irving was indeed curious as to why a New York police officer showed up during the hostage robbery in Los Angeles.
"My wife is an executive here, and I was invited here to attend their company's celebration party. Who would have thought that I would encounter such a thing. This damn party, damn Zhongchen Building, damn robbers, damn Los Angeles."
......."
McClane was still talking ramble, but when Owen heard the name John McClane, his mind suddenly opened and he thought of many things.
John McClane, Zhongchen Building, Robbery, each name began to overlap with the movie in my mind, and another character from the movie appeared.
Owen's eyes looked a little strange, and he still couldn't believe it.
"Man, are you okay? You don't look good."
Owen was still in shock. McClain's words brought him back to reality. Owen asked tentatively: "Is your lover's name Holly?"
"Yes, you know her?"
Owen then remembered that the question he had just asked was somewhat presumptuous. He coughed dryly and covered it up: "Oh, it's nothing. I just heard her name. There are not many female executives in Los Angeles."
"So that's it."
Seeing that McClain was not suspicious, Owen quickly changed the subject: "By the way, do you have any way to contact the outside? We should call the police immediately."
"I'm afraid not. I just tried it. The phone line should be cut off. No calls can be made. There is no one else in the building. Oh, by the way, do you have a mobile phone? My mobile phone was damaged.
, or a walkie-talkie will work too?”
McClain said as he took out a broken mobile phone and showed it to Owen.