Chapter 43 Arrest (3)
Under the surprised gazes of everyone present, Jack took two steps forward and put the Glock 22 in his hand back into the holster on his waist.
"Hey, newcomer, what do you want to do? If you take one more step forward, I will do it."
The former banker looked a little panicked, his eyes drifting to the left and right, as if he couldn't figure out what tricks these policemen were trying to play.
Jack ignored him and took out a big gun from the holster under his arm. The python with a 6-inch barrel was quite intimidating. Looking at the black and thick gun pointed at his head, the former banker couldn't help but pale a little.
Jack snapped the hammer of the Python revolver to the ready state, then said with a very impatient look.
"I'll just tell you two points. First, in order to catch these bastards, everyone here didn't eat lunch. Now it's past dinner time, and we are all very unhappy."
"Secondly, this country has no precedent of compromising in a hostage-taking incident. If you kill your Aunt Sally, you will be beaten into a hornet's nest immediately."
"Finally, in front of me, except for the old rookie, is this young female police officer." He gestured to Hannah.
"He is the shooting champion of the LAPD police station for two consecutive years, and that..." He gestured to Nila Harper on the other side of the room.
"He was an excellent undercover officer who single-handedly took down an entire Mexican cartel."
"As for me" Jack paused and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"I have just been a police officer for four months and have not had many opportunities to shoot. I have only killed four or five bad guys so far, so I plan to try this big .357-caliber weapon."
"In this way, I can guarantee that before you pull the rope on your hand, it will only take 0.1 seconds to blast through your face, let a 9 mm diameter bullet penetrate your skull, crush your brain stem, and maybe even Can save your Aunt Sally.”
Former banker Caleb Yost's voice began to tremble, and the sweat on his forehead washed away his face, which was stained with black dust, looking a bit funny.
"You are bluffing me. You don't dare to shoot. If Aunt Sally dies, you will be in big trouble. Also, you clearly said three points."
Jack shook the python revolver in his hand and rolled his eyes: "It seems you are not too stupid. You are right about three points."
Then he looked at John, "Tell him if I dare to shoot. What trouble will I have if the hostage dies?"
As an expert in talking words, John's level of praise was obviously not too bad. He tilted his head and frowned in thought, and asked Nila Harper opposite with an uncertain look.
"Write two more reports? Instructor, am I right?"
"Yes, that's right." Nila Harper replied angrily.
Hannah was not willing to be alone and interrupted: "Leave it to me. I basically wrote Jack's previous reports."
Seeing that all the police officers present looked indifferent, the old woman who was the hostage whimpered in horror.
Jack glanced at her, his expression unwavering, he took a shooting stance and said: "Now I count to three, surrender or die!"
Seeing this, others also stepped forward and pointed their guns at Caleb Yost.
"1."
"Don't kill me, I surrender." The former banker quickly untied the rope in his hands and raised his hands.
John quickly stepped forward to control the guy. Neela Harper on the other side quickly stepped forward, cut the tape on the hostage's shoulder with a knife, and removed the shotgun on it.
Jack took a deep breath and put away the python revolver.
"John, I'll leave it to you. Tim is still waiting for us."
John was putting handcuffs on Caleb Yost. He turned around and said it was okay, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is what you just said true? If he doesn't surrender, shoot him."
Jack pointed to the pile of beautiful knives on the ground and asked him: "How much money do you estimate there is here?"
John looked confused: "5W knife? No more than 8W at most."
"The FBI said he hid at least millions of dollars. Do you think he would fight to the death for this little cash? I have only seen bankers who went bankrupt and jumped off buildings, and he is obviously not one of them."
Jack shrugged and walked out of the house with Hannah.
Hannah seemed to still have some doubts: "Aren't you afraid that he won't be fooled by you?"
Jack lit up and started, with an expression like you don't even understand me.
"I was less than 5 meters away from him at that time. Don't you know the power of the 357 Magnum bullet? At such a close distance, I could break the rope and several of his fingers without hurting the hostage at all."
At this time, Zoe's call came from the walkie-talkie. Tim and Lucy were blocked in the informant's house. A large number of gangsters with guns gathered outside, and the situation could escalate at any time.
Jack signaled Hannah to sit tight, turned on the siren, and stepped on the accelerator, causing the tires to scream sharply as they rubbed against the ground.
Because the hostage incident was handled so quickly, police cars with sirens blaring as reinforcements kept joining in along the way, and even SWAT armored and anti-explosion vehicles joined in. A long convoy soon formed.
Hannah's face looked a little unhappy. The bigger the battle, the more dangerous the situation for Tim and Lucy was.
Jack was also silent. This was the biggest problem with the American drama unit. He only roughly remembered some of the long-term plots that ran through the entire season, such as the Latin American drug dealer Sister Flame who he would meet in the future, or which important characters left the show.
But as for the specific plot of a certain episode, I really can't recall it. Besides, because of his appearance, the plot has already changed beyond recognition. Who knows if some accidents will happen due to some butterfly effect.
After staying with these kind people for a long time, no matter how dissatisfied he was with the society as a whole in the beautiful country, he would still inevitably invest his emotions in some individuals. With this anxious mood, Jack almost stepped on the accelerator.
"Are you serious? You almost killed me?"
Tim held his old waist with one hand and looked at Jack in the driver's seat with an unkind expression. Just now, Jack drove the police car and arrived at high speed. With a drift, he almost hit him with the butt of the car.
"I see you have your gun drawn, and there are so many gunmen standing in front of you. You are worried about something happening."
Jack opened the car door with a playful smile. The system had just informed him that his driving skills had reached proficiency. He couldn't help but show off his driving skills, but he almost failed.
Very dissatisfied with this guy for ruining his highlight moment of confronting the gangsters alone, Tim snorted, turned around, pointed his gun at the gang members who were surrounded by police officers, and announced loudly: "You have been arrested."
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Lucy escorted the gangster Max Gibson out of the house behind her. Jack took a special look. He looked like this in real life. He didn't know how to hook up with the sister-in-law. Could it be all about skills?
The number of new collections has dropped significantly in the past two days, and the ranking of the new book list has also dropped a lot. If there are any deficiencies in the novel, please point it out in time. Although I may not listen, it would be good to add some comments!
Everyone knows about recommendation votes and reading data. Let me go back a little higher on the new book list. If my collection continues to drop, I may lose in the next round of PK for new books.