The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 286 Two Guns in the Chest and One Head
"I'm your Angel of Death, Dale DeGroot, and I want you to know what I'm about to do."

In Block D, Gunnar Card, who looks ferocious and has the eagle emblem of the Third Reich tattooed on his neck and throat, operates the acetylene cutting gun himself, and is busy at the lock of the iron door of cell No. 3.

"Once I burn through this broken door, you're dead."

"I'm going to burn you alive, you dirty, lying little rat, and let everyone know what happened to the informer."

Behind him, the brown-skinned Latina nun Carmelita clutched her stabbed abdomen, leaning against the iron door of Cell No. 5, panting in pain.

"Gunna, stop, there are all policemen outside."

"Shut up, Carmelita, you God's cousin, you're still alive thanks to me, the racist you call him, who has absolutely no sexual interest in you."

The two subordinates around Gunnar Card acted as qualified supporters and burst into laughter at the right time.

"Shut up, you bastards, and please treat the clergy with due respect."

Hotchner's stern warning came from Cell No. 5.

Gunnar Card suddenly put down the acetylene cutter in his hand, walked to the door of cell No. 5, and laughed at the inside.

"I've heard of you, the BAU of the FBI, and I heard that there are a bunch of smart people in it. I don't quite understand how smart people like you were tricked by idiots like Chester Hardwick .”

"He told me about his plan, his execution date was approaching and you were his last resort, so he set a trap so he could be alone with you."

"No guns, no cell phones, no guards, so he can easily kill two FBI nerds and delay his own execution. I appreciate the idea, so I told him when we started the riot."

"Then, since you can still talk, why don't you reveal whether he was killed by you in turn?"

Hotchner didn't answer the call, and was silent for a while, and Reid's rambling voice sounded in Cell No. 5.

"Actually, I think you might not be able to open that iron door like this. The position of this old-fashioned door lock is an almost solid iron bump. It will take at least an hour or more to completely open it with a cutting machine."

"If I were you, I would choose the door hinge on the other side. This is the limitation of ordinary people's thinking. In fact, as long as the upper and lower door hinges are cut, the iron door will collapse."

"Shut up, Dr. Reid, now is not the time for you to show off. Once he opens the cell door, the people inside will be dead."

Accompanied by Hotchner's scolding, Reid let out a soft cry, as if he had just realized his slip of the tongue.

Gunnar Kade froze in place, as if he was trying to think, whether the two FBIs were acting to deceive themselves, or really accidentally slipped their mouths.

"Is what he said true?" He suddenly turned his head and asked the two men beside him.

The two looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"Boss, boss, we don't understand this. We are just thugs, and you are the one in charge of using our brains."

Gunnar Card hesitated for a while, checked the iron door again, cursed in a low voice, picked up the cutting gun, and wanted to continue the previous work.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a loud noise in the corridor, and Gunnar Card was startled. He dropped the tool in his hand, looked up at the end of the corridor, and touched the AR rifle that was placed aside.

Accompanied by the sound of dull footsteps from far to near, an accomplice wearing a full set of prison guard riot gear stumbled into the corridor.

The accomplice's body was covered with blood, and he looked very embarrassed. His left hand reached into the armor on his abdomen, as if he wanted to cover the injured part, but the blood couldn't stop dripping outward.

This guy was quite tough, not only rushed towards this side without saying a word, but he was still holding a pistol tightly in his right hand.

"what happened?"

Gunnar Kade, who was already irritable, stood up straight and asked towards the other party. The other two subordinates stepped forward at the same time with great insight, trying to help the injured guy.

The accomplice who was staggering forward seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, and his head was slowly raised while wearing a helmet. Gunnar Kad, who had been looking at the other party, suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Where did you get this pistol?"

The big guy in this guy's hand is a bit too handsome. He hasn't seen such a good gun in the armory before.

"Bang!" Gunnar Card's brain was wide open, and he fell to the sky.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Jack pulled out the MK24 hidden in the belly armor with his left hand, and the FK7.5 on his right hand fired at the same time.

Gunnar Card was shot in the forehead, and after sending him to be with Kennedy, the two prisoners in front of him were still stunned, and each was shot twice in the chest.

Done, Jack raised two pistols, brought them to his mouth and blew, as if he was filming a western, but unfortunately there was only an old nun who was delirious due to excessive blood loss in front of the audience.

"Clean up."

Following his greeting, chaotic footsteps sounded in the corridor, and a group of SWAT players rushed out from the corner.

"Good marksmanship." Hondo walked to Jack, looked at the three corpses on the ground, and whistled involuntarily.

But when Jack proposed to approach them by himself as Gunnar Card's accomplice, Hondo still hesitated, but Jack's subsequent words dispelled his hesitation.

"Even if it fails, the situation can't be worse than it is now, can it?"

So everyone took action, found a full set of prison guard's riot armor and helmet to replace Jack, made a hole in the abdomen, and stuffed a bag of plasma inside.

Then pretending to negotiate, three SWAT team members used HK416 with silencers to kill three prisoners blocking the door at the same time, and then directly blasted open the welded iron door with plastic explosives.

Almost at the same time that the iron door was blown open, Jack rushed out, turned a corner at full speed, rushed through a corridor, and then slowed down, lowered his head and pretended to be the wounded prisoner who had escaped, and got the gunna card. A chance to get close.

Gunnar Card is neither the first criminal to be fooled by Jack's increasingly masterful acting skills, nor will he be the last.

Opening the iron door of Cell No. 5, Hochner, who appeared in front of Jack, showed the "dominant arrogance" that is usually hidden.

He was always well-dressed in suits and leather shoes, but he was not wearing a suit at this time, and his tie was also torn off, leaving only the innermost blue shirt with a few buttons ripped off, revealing thick chest hair.

"Wow, what did you do to Rhett?" Jack was taken aback by his appearance, and there were still bruises around his eyes.

Hotchner stepped aside angrily, revealing a prisoner who fell on the ground behind him, and Reid was nervously guarding this guy.

　Recently, I found that my ability to change the plot has improved a bit

　　
　
(End of this chapter)