The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1040 New Year Snow Night (Twenty) (Double Monthly Ticket Request)

Although stun grenades are non-lethal weapons, they do explode and can easily ignite flammable materials such as gasoline. On the contrary, ordinary bullets are unlikely to ignite gasoline even if they are fired directly at a fuel tank, because the ignition point of gasoline is 427 degrees.

At this moment, with the help of the accelerant, the fire quickly spread, burning from the wooden stairs all the way to the second floor, and from the corridor to the front hall.

There are many flammable materials in the old police station, including lounge chairs in the corridor, various office furniture and even partitions in the office area.

The two-man team that had just rushed in from the main entrance carrying bulletproof shields retreated faster than when they came, and soon a rope was thrown down from the roof of the second floor.

The remaining five commandos had to climb down the already hot outer wall, not even bothering to take their companions' bodies with them.

A white middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with only slightly gray hair on his temples, stood next to the GMC with his hands behind his back, frowning as he watched the scene in front of him.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and if Ronick were here at this moment, he would recognize at a glance that he was Marcus Duval who had appeared in the news reports that day.

"Sir, this fire might attract the fire department." A black policeman who had just evacuated from the house trotted over to him and said.

Duval threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it out. After thinking for a while, he picked it up from the snow and put it in his pocket. "Yes, we need to act quickly."
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Time goes back to 5 minutes ago. Ronick and Bishop went down to the basement along the rusty telescopic ladder, and saw the old police officer Jasper cleaning an iron frame with the help of everyone.

The iron rack was filled with messy debris and was covered with dust, which made Alex and Alice cough continuously. The seriously injured and unconscious black state trooper Jeffrey had regained some consciousness and was leaning against the wall, breathing hard.

"Where is Officer Nolan?" The basement was not big, and Ronick didn't see John at a glance, so he asked hurriedly.

Alice looked at him with some confusion, "Wasn't he with you guys just now?"

"Come and help me." Jasper was looking for something under the iron frame with a flashlight, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "It's right down there, help me move this damn thing away."

Bishop, who was strong, stepped forward and pushed down the iron frame. Jasper kicked away a few broken cardboard boxes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a manhole cover underneath.

"That's right, it's here." Jasper went over and tried to open the manhole cover, but it didn't move at all.

"I think you need this." John's voice came from behind the crowd, and he was holding a short crowbar in his hand.

"Thank God." Ronik took the crowbar from him and handed it to the old police officer Jasper. "Where did you go just now?"

John smiled and flashed his phone. "Jack asked me to collect some evidence. We can't take the body away, but after tonight we can't accuse Marcus Duval and his men based on confessions alone, right?"

"Well done." Before Ronnick finished his words, the old police officer Jasper had already pried open the sewer cover with a crowbar, and a faint stench instantly filled the entire basement.

No one covered their noses. On the contrary, everyone present, including the two beauties, had a hopeful smile on their faces.

There was almost no water in the old sewer, and there was even a halogen lamp providing dim light every few meters. Bishop, who deliberately walked at the end, looked around with suspicion, but this attracted John who looked back at him in front and asked curiously.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, let's go." Bishop shook his head. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his years of gang experience and the experience accumulated from years of wandering between life and death reminded him subconsciously that they had not really escaped.

The sewer was nearly 1.8 meters high, and most of the group only needed to lower their heads slightly to pass through it. It was also wide enough for two people to walk side by side, so John could support State Trooper Jeffrey as he moved forward.

Because there were seriously injured people and they were afraid to make too much noise, it took them about twenty minutes to reach the end of the sewer. After turning the last corner, several ladders made of rusty steel bars fixed to the wall appeared in front of them.

Looking up along the rusty steel strips on the wall, there is a round manhole cover, which is also the end of this sewer. "I'll do it." Sheriff Ronik still took the lead and handed the flashlight to the old police officer Jasper. He climbed up along the rusty steel strips. When he reached the top, he carefully used the muzzle of the AR15 to push open the manhole cover.

A large pile of snow fell and landed on Ronnick's collar, turning into icy snow water, which actually cheered him up. Outside, apart from the whistling wind, there was only the rustling of falling snowflakes.

Ronnick struggled to move the manhole cover and looked around, and found that he was already in a factory area with a forest not far away. He tried hard to identify the direction, and finally saw a ball of red fire in the distance behind him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, there's no one around, we're safe."

Everyone climbed out of the sewer one by one, including Ronnick, old police officer Jasper, Capra, Alice and psychologist Alex in the middle, followed by the prisoner Black Girl.

It took quite a bit of effort to get the seriously injured state trooper Jeffrey out of the sewer, but fortunately John and Bishop at the back were both strong men.

"Be careful."

John even reached out and pulled Bishop, but the latter just climbed out of the sewer and still held on to him.

"You?" Before John could react, his right hand was twisted behind his back, and the muzzle of a gun, colder than the human heart, was already against his waist.

"Don't move, Officer Nolan. I'm sorry." Bishop controlled John, slowly pulled off the AR15 hanging on his shoulder, and pulled out the pistol from his waist and threw it into the snow.

"You bastard!" The old police officer Jasper drew his gun angrily and pointed it at Bishop. Ronnick, who had been on guard with his back to the crowd, also turned around and pointed the gun at the gangster boss. In addition to anger, there was also a little disappointment in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Officer Nolan. He just needs to walk with me for a while. You just don't follow him." Bishop took John back two steps and put some distance between them and the crowd.

"Lay down your weapons, gentlemen. I think this may be a happy ending to the matter."

As soon as Bishop said this, John, who was being strangled by him, chuckled, "Bishop, Jack has introduced his identity to you, right?"

"Yes, he said he was from the FBI in New York, and he wasn't here for me."

Bishop felt vaguely uneasy. Of course, any kidnapper would feel uneasy if their hostage suddenly laughed out loud, but the source of his uneasiness right now was not the middle-aged man in his hands, but the young FBI agent who was now unknown where he was.

"He did say you weren't his responsibility, but do you know the name of the task force he led?" John smiled so hard that his crow's feet appeared.

"What are you talking about?" Bishop subconsciously looked behind him, fearing that Jack would suddenly appear.

"His task force is called the 'Most Wanted Team', so what you are doing now is making yourself his target."

However, before Bishop could react to the meaning of his words, John's smile froze on his face, because several pieces of white cloth were suddenly lifted up in the snow around them, and the black muzzles of guns were pointed at everyone at the scene.

"Don't move!"

"Put down your weapons! Get on your knees!" Several more corrupt police officers emerged from hidden corners and pointed their guns at those who thought they had escaped.

"Damn it!" Ronnick, who was surrounded, threw away his assault rifle angrily, kicked up a bunch of snowflakes with unwillingness, and was then pressed to the ground by force.

Bishop, who was still in the hostage-taking posture, was poked in the head with the muzzle of a gun and had to raise his hands and kneel on the ground, because the people surrounding them obviously did not care about the life or death of the hostage in his hands.

(End of this chapter)