Chapter 1026 New Year's Snow Night (VI)

Chapter 1026 New Year's Snow Night (VI)

Jack lit a candle and dripped the melted wax onto a plate. Before the wax solidified, he fixed the entire candle to the bottom of the plate and placed it in the middle of the aisle of the temporary detention area.

Although this little light was insignificant, it was better than being pitch dark. Lighting a few candles could at least help calm people's hearts.

"Why did the power go out suddenly? Those big useless companies that control this country are really unreliable, and there is also the government that always talks big." The drug addict grabbed the iron railing and started to talk non-stop.

"This is not a power outage, you idiot." The young black girl cursed, "Someone cut off the power supply, and something terrible is about to happen here."

"Hey, pretty boy, do you know what happened?" The black man who called himself Smelly asked Jack.

Jack pointed at the big black man who was leaning against the innermost cell and remained silent. "Why not ask the big guy next to you? I think he should know the situation better. Maybe when he is rescued later, you can ask him to take you with him."

"I think you are wrong, sir." At this time, the big black man Bishop actually spoke, "My people will not point their guns at me. If the dead police officer had not just come in with a plate of food, I would have been a corpse now."

"Oh, it seems that you have offended a lot of people." Jack sighed, found a broom and started to clean up the mess. In the chaos just now, the food carried by the white state police was spilled all over the floor and was trampled everywhere.

He didn't care about the purpose of the two gunmen. It didn't matter to him whether to save people or silence them. If he didn't know how many people the other side had, and was worried that the old, weak and disabled people in the police station would drag John down, he would have killed his way out by himself.

Sweeping all the way to the other end of the corridor of the temporary detention area, which was the direction where the two gunmen entered and fled, Jack paused slightly, squatted on the spot and picked up a deformed bullet from the ground.

"Jack, you'd better come over." At this time, John's voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Jack put away the bullet, looked meaningfully at Bishop who hid himself in the corner, and followed John back to the office area in front.

The office area that was full of festive atmosphere just now was also left with only a few weak candles swaying slightly. All the blinds were lowered, the door was bolted, and even the broken glass window was blocked by a filing cabinet.

Sheriff Ronik was putting on a bulletproof vest on himself. Most of the equipment of this broken police station had been packed and sent away, and there was not even a bulletproof plug plate, so he put on the only two bulletproof vests he found.

Meanwhile, the old police officer Jasper was still nagging beside him, "You don't have to do this. Now is not the time to be impulsive. We obviously have a better way to solve this matter."

"I can't let a criminal walk out of my police station openly." Ronik muttered in a low voice as he continued to put on his uniform over the double-layer bulletproof vest, but his tone was unquestionable and resolute.

"What are you trying to do?" Jack was a little confused by this scene.

John explained on the side, "Sheriff Ronik wants to drive the bus parked at the back door to find reinforcements."

Ah, Jack was a little surprised. How could this young sheriff, who looked inconspicuous and even showed some PTSD symptoms, suddenly become brave? Could it be that he secretly hid extra pills?

"There is a radio in the car. As long as the car is driven a distance away and out of the interference range, we can contact the main station." Ronik explained his plan.

"It's a good idea indeed. However, although the bus transporting prisoners has been modified and may be able to withstand rifle bullets, the weather outside is not very good now. Are you sure?"

Jack did not object, but asked worriedly. Now the blizzard outside was blowing vigorously, which was actually a pro and con.

It was late at night now. Although there were some dim street lights outside, the heavy snow in the sky made visibility extremely limited. As long as you act quickly and use the huge body of the bus as a cover, the threat of snipers is limited.

But the trouble is that there is snow on the road, and although the bus body is reinforced with steel plates, the windshield is not bulletproof. People who are not very familiar with the surrounding environment can easily drive the bus into the ditch when their vision is blocked.

"We need rescue. If I don't try, the policeman is likely to die." Ronik smiled bitterly and tilted his head to signal the black state trooper who had fallen asleep on the sofa, and finally his eyes fell on psychologist Alex.

"Besides, there are civilians among us."

Jack opened his mouth, wanting to say that if the man's injury was delayed until dawn, it shouldn't be a big problem, but then he thought that the sheriff's plan actually had a high success rate, especially if he could help cooperate.

"It's too dangerous to do this, there are at least outside." Old police officer Jasper wanted to persuade him again, but saw that Jack had dragged his suitcase over and took out a box with a combination lock from it, which looked very heavy.

Then everyone was surprised to see him take out an FN57 pistol, several accessories and two boxes of bullets from the box.

"Who are you?" The old police officer Jasper was the only one present who didn't know Jack's identity, and he was a little confused when he saw this scene.

"A passing FBI." Jack installed red dot sights on the FN57 and his own SIG Sauer, and John was loading SS190 pistol bullets into his magazine.

"More pistols won't change anything." Old police officer Jasper curled his lips in disapproval.

"Maybe." Jack didn't mean to argue with him. More pistols really couldn't change anything. The effective range of 50 meters was indeed not enough to fight against a sniper rifle with a range of hundreds of meters.

But the effective range of a general pistol is 50 meters, which doesn't mean that the bullet will have no lethality if it flies out of 50 meters.

In this ghost weather, Jack doesn't think that the sniper will hide too far. A hundred meters is the best. In this case, continuous firepower is the best cover.

"You and Officer Nolan stay in front and protect everyone. They don't know the situation inside and should not dare to rush in at will."

Ronick gave the worried old police officer a hug to stop him from saying the rest, then pulled out his pistol and loaded the bullet, looking at Jack murderously.

"Let's go. I hope your shooting skills are as good as your medical skills."

John patted his chest and gave Jack a thumbs up, indicating that he could leave it to him here.

The two walked through the temporary detention area, turned around the corridor, passed the storage room, and finally came to the back door. Ronik moved the chair propped on the door handle, looked back at Jack, and after seeing him nod slightly, he pulled open the iron door.

The wind and snow whistled in. The front of the bus was facing the back door, only more than ten meters away, and there was a long drag mark on the ground.

The black state policeman shot at the fleeing gunman from the front of the car, but was shot down, and then dragged back by Ronik desperately.

"Don't worry." Jack grabbed Ronik, who was bending over and about to rush out, and first quickly looked out from the right side of the door to the far corner on the left, then quickly changed his position, stuck to the left side of the door frame, and looked at the far corner on the right.