Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone present, Jack took two steps forward and holstered his Glock 22.
"Hey, you, what are you trying to do? One more step and I'm going to make my move."
The forr banker looked flustered, his eyes darting left and right, seemingly unsure what these policen were up to.
Jack ignored him, pulling a large weapon from his holster. The 6-inch barrel of the Python was quite intimidating; seeing the thick, black barrel pointed at his head, the forr banker's face paled slightly.
Jack cocked the Python revolver's hamr, then spoke with obvious impatience.
"I'll only tell you three things. First, to catch you bunch of bastards, everyone here skipped lunch, and now it's past dinner ti, so we're all very unhappy."
"Second, this country has never compromised on hostage situations. If you kill Aunt Sally, you'll be riddled with bullets imdiately."
"Third, besides that old rookie, this young policewoman…" He gestured to Hannah, "is the LAPD's two-ti consecutive shooting champion, and that…" He gestured again to Nyla Harper at the other end of the room, "was once an outstanding undercover officer who single-handedly took down an entire xican drug cartel."
"As for …" Jack paused, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"I've only been a cop for four months, and I haven't had many opportunities to fire a gun. I've only taken down four or five guys so far, so I'm going to try out this .357 caliber big shot."
"That way, I can guarantee that before you pull this rope, it'll blast your face in 0.1 seconds, let a 9mm bullet pierce your skull, shatter your brainstem, and maybe even save Aunt Sally."
Forr banker Caleb Yost's voice began to tremble, and sweat stread down his face, which was covered in soot, making him look sowhat comical.
"You… you're bluffing . You won't dare to shoot. If Aunt Sally dies, you'll be in big trouble. Besides, you clearly said three things."
Jack brandished the Python revolver in his hand, rolling his eyes. "Looks like you're not too stupid after all. It was three things, that's right."
Then he looked at Nolan. "Tell him whether I dare to shoot, and what trouble I'll be in if the hostage dies?"
As a master of verbal sparring, Nolan's wit was obviously not bad. He tilted his head, frowned, and looked at Nyla Harper across from him with an uncertain expression.
"Write two more reports? Training Officer, am I right?"
"Yes, that's right," Nyla Harper replied irritably.
Hannah chid in, not to be outdone. "Leave it to . I wrote most of Jack's previous reports."
Seeing that all the officers present seed indifferent, the old woman, the hostage, let out a terrified whimper.
Jack glanced at her, his expression unwavering, and assud a firing stance, saying, "I'll count to three now. Surrender or die!"
The others stepped forward, pointing their guns at Caleb Yost.
"One."
"Don't kill , I surrender!" The forr banker quickly untied the ropes binding him and raised his hands.
Nolan imdiately stepped forward to subdue him, while Nyla Harper swiftly approached, used a knife to cut the duct tape on the hostage's shoulder, and retrieved the shotgun.
Jack let out a long sigh and put away his Python revolver.
"Nolan, the rest is up to you. Tim is still waiting for us."
Nolan was handcuffing Caleb Yost, then turned back to indicate it was fine, before suddenly rembering sothing and asking, "Were you serious? You said you'd shoot if he didn't surrender?"
Jack pointed to the stack of money on the ground and asked, "How much money do you estimate there is here?"
John looked puzzled. "50,000 dollars? At most 80,000."
"The FBI said he's hiding at least a million dollars. Do you think he'd risk his life for this little bit of cash? I've only seen bankrupt people jump off buildings; he's clearly not one of them."
Jack shrugged, then walked out of the house with Hannah.
Hannah still seed a little doubtful: "Aren't you afraid he might not be fooled?"
Jack started the engine, giving her a look that said, 'You don't even understand .'
"I was less than 5 ters away from him at the ti. Don't you know the power of a .357 Magnum bullet? At that close range, I could have broken the rope and several of his fingers in one shot, without even hurting the hostage."
Zoe's call ca through the walkie-talkie. Tim and Lucy were trapped in their informant's house, surrounded by a large number of ard gangsters. The situation could escalate at any mont.
Jack gestured for Hannah to sit tight, turned on the siren, and slamd on the gas, the tires screeching against the pavent.
Because the hostage situation was handled so quickly, police cars that had originally been sent to reinforce the area kept joining in, sirens blaring, and even SWAT armored vehicles joined in, quickly forming a long convoy.
Hannah's expression was grim; the larger the convoy, the more dangerous Tim and Lucy's situation.
Jack remained silent. The biggest problem with episodic Arican dramas was that he only vaguely rembered so long-running plot points that spanned the entire season, such as the Latin Arican drug lord they would encounter later, or the departures of important characters.
However, he couldn't recall any specific plot details from any particular episode. Besides, his appearance had completely altered the storyline, and who knew if so butterfly effect would cause unexpected problems. With this anxious feeling, Jack practically floored the accelerator.
....
"Are you serious? You almost killed ?"
Tim, clutching his aching back, glared at Jack in the driver's seat. Just monts before, Jack had sped up in his police car, nearly knocking him off his feet with a drift.
"I saw you drew your gun, and there were so many ard thugs in front of you. I was worried sothing might happen," Jack grinned as he opened the car door. The system had just notified him that his driving skills had reached the Master level, and he couldn't resist showing off his driving skills, only to almost ss things up.
Extrely annoyed that this guy had ruined his mont of triumph in confronting a group of thugs alone, Tim snorted, turned around, and continued to point his gun at the gang mbers who were now surrounded by police, loudly announcing, "You are under arrest."
Seeing that the situation was settled, Lucy led the gangster, Max Gibson, out of the house behind him. Jack took a special look; his real appearance was just so-so.
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