The military Humvee instantly lost power, slowly moving forward with inertia. Then, another sharp screech rang out. A hole appeared in the left rear door of the Humvee, and Jack could clearly see a wisp of smoke rising from the road to its right — it had been shot through!
"Anti-materiel sniper rifle, get off the road!!!"
Startled out of his wits, Jack grabbed the still-stunned Angela and scrambled to drag her off the road. Now he finally understood what that uncomfortable feeling of being watched had been all along.
It turned out that soone really had been watching them from that small hill not far away. The other patrol officers quickly followed suit, hiding beside them.
Lying prone on the roadside embanknt on the opposite slope of the road, Jack pulled out his binoculars and searched the direction from which the gunfire ca. The other party was still calmly firing at the military Humvee.
Jack silently counted the gunshots in his mind while not forgetting to report over the radio.
"Don't co any closer! Soone's using a high-powered anti-materiel weapon over there, almost a kiloter away. Notify the SWAT armored vehicles to stop. Their thin armor won't stop those rounds. They're probably targeting the Southern Front. The guy in that Humvee is dead."
As he counted to the tenth shot, Jack spotted the gunman through his binoculars. Looking at the sowhat familiar handso face and that even more familiar jawline in the lens, he almost blurted out a na.
'Okay, this world does have DC and Marvel, it's just that the actors playing those superheroes aren't the familiar faces from his previous life.'
'So who is this guy?' Jack couldn't recall most of the male movie stars from his previous life, both dostic and international, except for a few particularly famous ones.
But this guy with the Barrett in the binoculars looked really familiar, and he was wearing a flashy dark blue suit and tie, looking more like an insurance salesman than an assassin.
Seeing his indifferent expression, muttering to himself, and carefully collecting each spent cartridge case and placing them into a small box, Jack had a rough idea of what was going on. Obsessive-compulsive disorder, a killer — these keywords combined gave him a clue.
Seeing the other man begin disassembling the Barrett, Jack stood up, dusting himself off, startling Angela.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"It's nothing, I've seen him. He's disassembling the gun; this guy probably isn't interested in us."
Turning back to the battered military Humvee, blood seeped from inside and dripped onto the road.
Tsk, Jack quickly ran to the car, not daring to reach for the door. Even from two or three ters away, he could sll the diesel fuel mixed with blood, burnt protein, and other indescribable odors.
Peering through the shattered car window, Jack suppressed his urge to vomit and silently walked to the side. Only the upper half of the body hanging from the machine gun turret on the roof remained relatively intact; he didn't know how to describe the rest. He couldn't tell how many people had originally been in the car.
"All the escaped suspects were killed by an unknown gunman, but I can't confirm their identities. We'll probably have to trouble the forensic doctor."
A swarm of police cars roared in. Tim and Lucy, who were responsible for blocking off the other side, were the first to arrive. The sly Tim deliberately drew his pistol as cover, signaling Lucy to co forward and check.
The naive Lucy actually opened the car door, then turned and vomited everywhere. The kind-hearted Nolan quickly helped her to the side.
'Well, Tim, that straight-laced guy, deserves to be single.'
Several bigwigs also arrived, with Commander Ben Cicora of the Anti-Gang and Narcotics Division looking the most grim. His undercover agent clearly hadn't discovered that a modified military Humvee was hidden in the Southern Front's hideout. If it weren't for the SWAT sniper's tily reaction, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Hondo pulled Jack aside to repeatedly confirm the situation. To be able to accurately hit a car traveling at 70-80 km/h from nearly a kiloter away, and directly blow out the engine — if soone like that were to cause trouble in the city, even SWAT would be in trouble.
Commander Gray also looked bad. Although the M2 heavy machine gun only fired for a few seconds and no officers were directly hit, several were injured by shrapnel, and two police cars were totaled.
Of course, he was the most relaxed one. The Wilshire Precinct would get the biggest share of credit for dismantling the Southern Front, California's largest white supremacist gang.
Jack guessed the most miserable would be the FBI, who weren't present today; investigating the accountant who had fled would likely trouble them for a long ti.
"The shooter was an expert. The first two shots were armor-piercing rounds, probably specifically prepared for the engine. However, the first shot achieved its purpose, so the second shot didn't aim for the engine, but went straight through the vehicle."
Hondo was very experienced; after inspecting the scene, he analyzed the situation. At this ti, the SWAT team mbers who went to investigate the shooting scene also sent back news. At the location Jack pointed out, not even a single shell casing was found, not even footprints. Only flattened weeds and a few broken branches indicated that soone had been there; it was a complete loss.
Of course, Jack was shrewd enough not to reveal any other information. This kind of guy who walked the gray area was not soone a re patrol officer like him could afford to ss with. Besides, he couldn't explain why he knew so much, so he let the FBI worry about it.
He wasn't so hot-blooded, righteous young man. Didn't that accountant in the original series have worked with the IRS? Maybe one day he'd try to contact him. After all, accountants and lawyers were the two professions that every Arican citizen hated most, yet also couldn't live without.
What happened next was none of the patrol officers' business. Back at the police station, all the officers who fired their weapons were given a week of administrative leave, including the on-site commander, Commander Gray. Zoe was going to coordinate police resources with other districts again.
The next day at noon, waking up in his own bed, a satisfied Jack kissed Maureen's pretty face, still with tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Last night, he had sex with the bespectacled girl, and she got quite exhausted. There was no way around it; this whole thing escalated too much because a sniper using a Barrett rifle appeared, and even the FBI was alerted. Zoe was busy almost all night and couldn't co to the rescue.
Jack, on the other hand, had an unexpected bonus: the system's experience points not only earned him two system coins, but his Psychology skill actually leveled up to Proficient.
Now he has an unprecedented 10 system coins, enough to upgrade a Master-level skill to Grandmaster at any ti.
Just as he was happily finishing making breakfast, the doorbell rang. Zoe, dressed casually and looking tired, appeared at the door.
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