North America’s toughest police: starting with the Los Angeles Patrol

As soon as Locke entered the water, he quickly adapted. After a brief search, he found the car that had fallen into the river. At this moment, the car was suspended in the water with its head facing down.

Except for the bubbles coming out of the car, the car looked intact. Judging from the suspended state, the car should not have been completely flooded.

Locke immediately accelerated and swam towards the car. When he swam closer, he found that the car was actually a luxury car, Bentley Mulsanne.

He got close to the car and found a figure in the driver’s seat trying to save himself, probably trying to press the window.

In this situation, how could the window be opened!

Locke hurriedly slapped the glass. The car was already flooded. The people in the car found Locke and slapped the window to ask him for help.

Only then did Locke see the person in the car clearly. It was a woman with black hair. Her face was very pale. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face. She couldn’t see her face clearly.

Locke shook the gun in his hand at the woman in the car, and then prepared to swim to the front to break the windshield. He signaled the woman to be ready, but the woman shook her head at Locke with despair.

Locke didn’t understand for a moment, so he swam to the front of the car and fired two shots at the windshield at close range. He didn’t expect the bullets to hit the windshield, but only made a small scratch, and there was not even a crack on the windshield.

Glock was too good underwater.

Locke reached out and touched the front windshield, and his heart sank. Damn, it was actually bulletproof glass.

He realized why the woman shook her head at her in despair. This was simply in an iron coffin!

At this time, Locke found that the woman in the car had climbed to the back seat. The back seat of the Bentley Mulsanne could not be folded down. It was impossible for the woman to escape from the trunk. Locke beat the windshield to remind the woman.

As soon as he got closer, he saw the woman holding out a pistol from the back seat, hiding behind the seat and shooting at the windshield.

“Bang…”

“Bang…”

“Bang…”

…

The woman emptied the magazine directly, and bullet holes appeared on the windshield, and the car was shaken and sank further.

Locke was startled. Damn, this woman actually carried a large-caliber pistol in the car.

The water had already submerged the woman’s chest, but the woman didn’t seem to give up. She changed a magazine and continued to shoot at the windshield. There were still only white spots on the windshield.

Locke was almost at his limit at this time and had to swim up to breathe. As soon as he surfaced, he saw David lying on the railing, staring at him anxiously. Seeing him appear, he was relieved.

Locke took a deep breath and shouted: “David, the trunk, HK416…”

David was stunned for a moment, but didn’t ask, and hurried over to get his HK416 from the trunk of the patrol car.

At this time, the backup also arrived. It was Superintendent Mona and Nathan. Superintendent Mona shouted to Locke: “What’s the situation?”

Locke took a breath and replied: “The person is still alive, but the car glass is bulletproof…”

He asked: “When will the fire rescue truck arrive?”

Superintendent Mona’s face changed. The bulletproof car meant that the person in the car was not ordinary. She replied: “It’s on the way…”

“Locke…”

David shouted and threw the HK416 to Locke.

Locke didn’t catch it. He waited for the HK416 to fall into the water, then took a deep breath, dived into the water again, grabbed the sinking HK416, and swam towards the Bentley under the water again.

The barrel of his HK416 is 14.5 inches, which is better than close-range combat, and the close-range shooting is more powerful.

If the HK416 still can’t break the bulletproof glass, then he has no choice. Unfortunately, this gun is equipped with 5.56×45mm ordinary bullets. If there are 7.62×51mm armor-piercing bullets, the chance may be greater.

Of course, if the C4 in the storage box is used, the bulletproof glass should be blown open, but the woman will probably be shocked to death, and there is also the risk of being exposed.

For a stranger, he will not take such a risk.
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Now he can only leave it to fate and do his best.

When Locke returned to the windshield of the car, the car had completely sat on the bottom and the car was completely flooded.

The woman was floating in the water with her hair flying. Because of the light, Locke still couldn’t see her face clearly. He only felt that her face was very white and her mouth was still bubbling. She didn’t completely lose consciousness, but her expression was very calm, as if she was not too afraid of death.

Locke looked at the woman in astonishment. Without the cover of her hair, he suddenly felt that the woman looked familiar and was a little too beautiful.

But there was no time to think about these things at this time. He opened the safety and pulled the trigger at the place where the woman had just shot.

“Bang…”

“Bang…”

“Bang…”

…

As Locke’s precise output, each shot hit the bullet hole of the previous pistol, and cracks began to appear on the windshield..

Locke fired a few more shots and found that although the cracks were increasing, this damage was not enough to break the bulletproof glass, which was one inch thick.

Seeing that the woman in the car had lost consciousness, Locke was very sorry. He changed his posture and kicked the windshield hard. Although the bulletproof glass was loose, there was no sign of breaking.

Suddenly, Locke found a bubble in the upper right corner of the windshield. He instantly ignited hope. The bulletproof glass could not be broken, but the glass was fixed with glue.

Locke took out the OKC-3S dagger from the storage box and inserted it into a corner of the windshield. He actually inserted it into it, slid it up and down, and then pried it hard, but the glass was only slightly loose.

So, he simply poured all the bullets in the HK416 into this corner. This time he actually punched a hole in the edge of the windshield. He inserted the barrel into the hole, stepped on the car, and pried the glass again.

“Puff!”

The water splashed, and this time the windshield was finally knocked open, tearing a corner directly. Locke threw the gun in his hand, grabbed the glass with both hands, kicked the frame with his feet, and used his last breath.

“Puff!”

This time the water splashed even bigger, and the windshield was finally torn open.

At this time, Locke had reached his limit. The oxygen had been exhausted long ago. He wanted to float up and take a breath before coming down, but he held back.

He stretched his hand out of the car, scooped it up, grabbed a strand of hair and pulled it out hard.

The woman had completely lost consciousness and floated in the water. Locke grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled her out of the torn hole.

As soon as the woman came out, he hugged the woman’s body and kicked down instinctively with both feet.

At this moment, he forgot all his swimming skills, leaving only the instinct to survive.

“Shua”

As soon as he rushed out of the water, Locke gasped frantically. For the first time, he discovered that air should be the most precious thing in the world.

“Come up…”

“Good job!”

“Wow!”

“Great!”

“…”

Hearing the shouts and applause, Locke looked up at the shore and found that the Telmond Bridge was full of people, and the LAPD was mixed in the crowd.

The ambulance and the fire crane also arrived. The fire truck was putting up the bracket, and the firefighters next to it were wearing diving suits.

Locke glanced at the woman in his arms. Her face was stuck to her hair, so he couldn’t see her face clearly, but her skin was really white. He touched her chest and found that there was still a heartbeat, but it was very weak.

He looked around and saw a step ten meters downstream. He pointed there and shouted to David and the others: “There is still a heartbeat, call an ambulance over there…”