Chapter 299 Empty the Magazine
"What's going on?" The broken door was opened, and a skinny, skeleton-like guy with acne on his face appeared staggeringly at the door.
"We're looking for Chip Hansen, is he here?" The old sheriff looked at the haggard poisonous insect in front of him with an unkind expression.
Poisonous Insect's eyes were blurred and he looked at the two people without saying a word. He didn't even notice Jack who was not far away. It took him a long time to focus his eyes.
"I don't know, man." He replied vaguely, making people feel that he might not have listened carefully to the question until he spotted Jane next to the old sheriff.
"Who is your Fake?" Du Chong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked up and down at the girl with an extremely silver-evil look.
Jane cursed unceremoniously, "I'm the FBI, idiot, are you Sam?"
"No." The guy looked at Jane blankly, a little distracted, not knowing what kind of fantasy he had fallen into.
"Are you too high again, Sam?" The old police chief felt a pain in his head, "How many times have I arrested you and sent you to jail?"
"Ah, it's you, Sheriff, what's wrong?" Poisonous Sam suddenly seemed to have just recognized the person.
"Do you remember where your brother is?" the old sheriff asked.
Sam the Poisonous Insect looked up at the sky and seemed to be thinking hard. It took him a long time to wake up from a dream.
"He's in jail, he was caught by you."
"What? Isn't he paroled?" The old sheriff smiled and turned to Jane and said, "Wow, you see, the local judicial system works very well."
"Well, that reminds me that my parole officer asked me to bring you something."
Sam the Poisonous Insect said as he searched for his body and muttered as he looked for it, "Oh, I found it. It's right here."
Before the old sheriff could react, Jane was already alert, "Wait, let me see your hands, let me see them."
On the other side, Jack had already pulled out the Glock, but saw a burst of spray shooting out from Sam's waist, spraying the old sheriff and Jane standing in front of him.
"ah"
The two of them were sprayed with pepper spray and screamed. On the other side, Jack saw the guy escaping back into the house, but he put away his pistol, grabbed two balls of clean snow from the ground, held back his laughter, and hurried over. In front of the two of them.
"Ah Fake cough cough"
The two of them coughed desperately, bending over and kneeling in the snow, coughing until they were out of breath.
"Don't open your eyes." Jack supported the old sheriff who was nearest him and rubbed the snowball in his hand on his face to help him relieve the pain.
"Help me." Jane, who was next to her with a face full of snot and tears, pulled Jack's arm hard, like a fish that was thrown ashore and lacked oxygen.
Someone did not treat her with kindness and compassion. The pain lasted longer and the lessons were remembered longer.
Also sending a snowball to wipe his face, Jack took Jane's pistol from her hand and said, "Stay here, wait for me to come out."
There was air leakage from all sides in the tin house, and the smell inside was overwhelming. Jack followed the stumbling footsteps slowly and walked through a living room to the corridor at the back.
He could clearly hear the poisonous Sam escaping into the innermost room, rummaging through the cabinets, followed by a clear sound of a gun being loaded.
Jack stood at one end of the corridor and did not move forward. He glanced around, stretched out his foot to hook an empty wine bottle lying on the wall, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
The empty wine bottle rolled into the middle of the corridor, making a series of noises. The poisonous Sam suddenly jumped out of the room. He fired the shotgun at the place where the sound was coming from, and was shocked to find that there was nothing there.
Before he could look up to the end of the corridor,
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jack emptied the magazine without any hesitation, without any sense of guilt for bullying a mentally retarded person whose brain was almost completely eroded by the drug.
The gunshots continued, and Jack fired while advancing. After finishing all 15 bullets, he walked up to the poisonous Sam.
With a "click", the Glock 22 in his hand heard the sound of an empty magazine hanging up. Jack pressed the magazine latch, and the empty magazine slipped into the palm of his left hand. At the same time, a new 15-round magazine was inserted.
There was another "click", and with the thumb flicking the release button, the sleeve was reset, and the operation brought by the master's skills was so silky smooth.
This was the first time that Jack had seen such a tenacious "creature". After receiving 15 rounds of .40IN pistol bullets with his body, he was still breathing.
The poisonous Sam fell at the end of the corridor, looking at Jack with blank eyes, with confusion in his eyes, as if he still didn't understand where the guy in front of him came from.
Jack stretched out his foot and kicked away the shotgun that fell beside him. Safety came first. This kind of "elixir" thing cannot be treated with common sense. I heard that there are still people who have been shot more than ten times and can still attack the police. "Charge" high-level "zombie".
There were chaotic footsteps behind them, and the swaying old police chief and Jane walked in, supporting each other. Their eyes were red and swollen, and their noses were still running.
"Cory caught two other guys at the back door, let's go." The old sheriff greeted.
"This guy is still alive, we have to call an ambulance." Jane looked at the poisonous Sam who was still breathing, with a somewhat tangled expression.
"This is a reservation. The ambulance is an hour's drive away from here." The old police chief stepped forward and looked at it expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a pile of non-burnable garbage.
Jack returned the Glock 22 in his hand to Jane and praised it hypocritically, "Good marksmanship, Agent Banner."
Jane glared at him fiercely, took her own pistol, wiped the fingerprints on it with her gloves, and stuffed it back into her holster.
This head must be counted as Jane's. Jack cannot appear in the police report for the time being, otherwise he is likely to be recalled to Los Angeles and face questioning from above.
Although there won't be any big trouble, subsequent investigation work will not be possible.
The old Sheriff was an old man, so he pretended not to see anything and walked straight to the back door. At the same time, Sam, the poisonous insect lying on the ground, also breathed his last after hooting a few times.
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"Are you okay?" Corey Lambert leaned lazily against the back door, holding a Smith \u0026 Wesson M686 revolver in his hand.
In the snow in front of him, two young men were kneeling, shivering from the cold.
"It's okay." Jane waved her hand and wiped the underside of her nose with her sleeve. Anyway, her image was almost ruined. As long as she wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.
"This thin guy is the Hanson boy." Corey pointed to the guy kneeling on the right and put away the revolver.
Jack looked at the unruly little bastard in front of him. He was almost useless.
He is obviously a young man who is less than 18 years old, but judging from his appearance, some would believe that he is 35 years old. Compared with the poisonous Sam before, he can only be said to be barely more human-like.