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

"Haha, I just can't imagine how you will take out this pistol when you need to use it." Now that he is very familiar with Angela, Jack has no scruples in joking.

The Beretta 950 has a very cute appearance. This miniature pistol is almost a self-defense weapon exclusively for women. It is very inconsistent with this girl's usual image of a strong woman and a man.

"If you like me, I don't mind if you trade that python with me. Then I will teach you how to draw the gun." Angela shook her chest indifferently, not treating Jack as an outsider at all.

"Maybe I'll ask you to borrow it when I put on my skirt one day." Jack didn't know what kind of flag he had set, so he responded with humor.

Three police cars drove into the building parking lot one after another, and six police officers got out of the car to organize their equipment again. Tim threw Lucy a bulletproof insert and told her to put on the equipment. Seeing everyone looking like they were facing an enemy, the girl was obviously confused.

"Can you really commit to such a big battle?" Lucy asked doubtfully as she stuffed the flap into the body armor with difficulty.

Tim asked her seriously: "Do you know why people call this place [Bronson Building]?"

"Isn't it built by a man named Bronson?"

Angela on the side also stuffed the bulletproof insert. She looked at Jack, who had a revolver stuffed in his waist, and then at the innocent Lucy. She shook her head secretly and explained: "No, you have seen that 1970s movie. The old movie "Stranger Things"? It was filmed based on the story here, and the leading actor was named Charles Bronson. Therefore, for a long time, the police who dared to come here to police will be regarded as the protagonist in the movie."

"Bruce Willis starred in the remake of this movie this year. You can go watch it. It's a very good action movie." Tim shrugged and closed the trunk of the police car.

The six people left the parking lot and walked towards the entrance of the building. Tim, the most senior person, took the responsibility to arrange the division of labor: "Chen (Lucy) and I started from the third floor, Stephens (Hannah) and (Talia) Bishop In charge of the second floor, Tavole (Jack) and Lopez (Angela) checked the first floor, maintained radio contact, and were always vigilant."

"Is our kind of interrogation really useful?" Jack couldn't help but ask his soul. He knocked on the doors of five or six residents in a row. When he saw the police, they either closed the door directly or looked at him without saying a word. They didn't Search warrant, this building is basically inhabited by low-income groups who are full of resistance to the police, which makes people lose their temper at all.

Angela rolled her eyes and motioned for him to continue. She had no other choice but to hope that the blind cat would run into a dead mouse.

It didn't take long for a call to come from the intercom. Lucy and Tim found Thesia Olivo, the mistress of drug dealer Vance Marcus, in Room 365 on the third floor. Angela breathed a sigh of relief. As he prepared to walk to the elevator, Jack's nerves began to get tense. One hand touched the Glock on his waist. He knew that things would not be that simple.

Sure enough, before Angela's hand touched the elevator button, there was a burst of fierce gunfire from upstairs. It was the sound of an automatic rifle firing, mixed with the crisp sound of several Glocks firing back.

Jack's heart tightened. The sound of gunfire was very clear. It came from the second floor. Hannah and Bishop were in danger.

Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "Hannah, we heard gunshots, how is the situation over there?" There was only messy electronic whistling sound on the walkie-talkie, and no one answered. She thought the walkie-talkie was broken and turned to look at Jack.

"The radio is blocked and there is no signal on the mobile phone." Jack shook his head holding the mobile phone.

"Fake, the firepower from above is too strong. Let's go up the stairs to provide support." Angela made a prompt decision and took out her pistol. If someone blocks the door of the elevator now, she will be a living target.

The two of them had just turned around the corridor and saw the stairs in front of them. Angela, who was leading the way, was pulled back by Jack: "Be careful." Before they finished speaking, two figures appeared in the hallway opposite, and a bullet hit the corner of the wall. Stirring up large amounts of concrete debris.

Jack's adrenaline began to secrete from the sound of gunshots upstairs. With his high concentration, every plant and tree in the surrounding environment was within his observation range. As soon as he turned the corner, he was keenly aware of the porch opposite. There was something wrong with the light and shadow. It was obvious that two people were ambushing her on the left and right sides of the corridor. They took action decisively to save Angela.

After a burst of fierce gunfire, there was a clear metallic collision sound from the opposite side. Jack decisively leaned out and fired five or six times.

"Fake, they have body armor." Jack couldn't help but swore. The other party actually had a body armor, and he shot too accurately. Several bullets hit the opponent's chest. Although the gangster who tried to get closer was knocked to the ground, The opponent was still trying to change the magazine of the Uzi submachine gun in his hand.

Fortunately, Angela, who was squatting on the ground, reached out to refill the gun in time. One shot hit the center of the eyebrow and sent him away. The other gangster who followed saw his companion being shot dead. He screamed in horror and pulled the trigger desperately while retreating. , trying to return to the starting position, relying on the cover of the porch.

The rate of fire of the Uzi submachine gun is extremely terrifying, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage. The gangster was obviously inexperienced and the remaining bullets were emptied within two seconds of pulling the trigger. Jack and Angela shot up and down at the same time, knocking him down in the corner of the corridor.

"Reload." Jack unloaded the magazine with three rounds left and stuffed it back into his tactical vest, then replaced it with a new magazine, while Angela maintained her shooting posture to cover.

After changing the magazine, Jack, who was just about to probe, was pulled back by Angela this time. With a bang, several steel balls grazed his cheek, and an irregular semicircle of steel balls appeared on the wall behind him. He broke out in a cold sweat because the gangster actually had reinforcements.

Angela blindly fired the gun in her left hand and emptied a magazine, then pulled Jack back: "We have to find a way to leave the corridor. There is more than one shotgun on the other side."

Jack nodded. It was too scary to shoot with a shotgun in the corridor. The body armor could not protect the head, limbs and lower body. He immediately turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

There are many rooms on each floor of this building, and the corridors twist and turn like a maze. The two of them carefully turned several turns with alternate cover, and temporarily got rid of the pursuers.

"Cover me." Angela squatted down at the door of a room at the end of the corridor, took out two small wire-like tools from her body and started tinkering with the door lock.

"Do you still have this skill? When will you teach me?" Jack was eye-opening. The old American policeman is really versatile.

"Let's get out of here alive first." Angela opened the door quickly and the two of them entered the room. Just as Jack closed the door gently, he heard the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor.

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