Chapter 1041 New Year Snow Night (Twenty-one) (Double monthly votes requested)

Chapter 1041 New Year Snow Night (Twenty-one) (Double monthly votes requested)

An SUV with three red "GMC" letters on its head was slowly driving towards here. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and all their eyes fell on Bishop.

Even when he was kneeling, the big black man was much taller than the others. He spat viciously at the only person at the scene who was not controlled, the old police officer Jasper who was standing behind Ronick.

"Jasper? You son of a bitch, you are actually a traitor, you betrayed us!" Alice, a hot girl, immediately reacted and yelled at the other party.

Feeling the old police officer's hand on his shoulder, Ronick first looked back at him in disbelief, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to half-smile.

"You're sending us all to death's scythe, Jasper."

"Fuck you! Ronick!" Jasper also spat on the ground, landing just in front of Bishop.

"As God testifies, I told you, 'Hand over this cousin and no one will be harmed.' I have retired and I will not die for this stinking piece of shit.

Facts have just proven this, haven’t they? This is all your fault, Sheriff! "

As he spoke, he hit Bishop on the forehead with the butt of his gun, and blood immediately poured out.

"That's enough, he's at least more human than you." Alex angrily tried to stop her, but was dismissed as nothing.

Roenick smiled bitterly, his smile full of sarcasm, or it could be said to be both sarcastic and self-deprecating, "This is indeed my fault, Jasper, I thought you were at least once a policeman."

At this time, the door of the GMC opened, and Duvall stepped out of the car with the calmness of a winner. He came to Jasper and nodded slightly as a greeting to him.

"Get in the car, Jasper, you don't have to watch what happens next."

After saying that, he walked up to Ronick, glanced at everyone one by one, then frowned, and called out to stop Jasper who had turned around.

"You said on the radio that there was a very powerful FBI, which one of them was it?"

"He didn't follow us into the sewers. The boy who likes to pretend to be a hero took the initiative to stay and set fire to the rear. He might have been burned to death by now." Jasper said nonchalantly.

Duval's brows furrowed deeper, and he even began to lower his head in thought. He suddenly thought of a possibility, with a look of horror on his face, and turned around and pulled out his pistol in a defensive posture.

"Everyone, pull down your masks, quick!"

The group of black police officers standing behind everyone in the police station couldn't help but look at each other. Some smart people had already thought of some possibility. While pulling down their masks, they pointed their guns at those who were still hesitating.

Duvall squinted his eyes and scanned the faces of the black police officers one by one with his sharp gaze. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. There were a total of thirteen people including him present, and there were no unfamiliar faces.

Just when he was about to instruct his men to take action, John took advantage of the little chaos and slowly stood up from the ground.

His expression was still a little nervous just now. Just when Duval asked the black policemen to pull down their masks, he was now calmer.

"Why, do you know where your companion is? Tell me, and maybe I can spare your life."

Duvall obviously doesn't understand why villains die because they talk too much, or maybe he doesn't regard himself as a villain at all, but instead talks seriously about nonsense that no one would believe.

"Before yesterday, no one here probably knew me, so let me briefly introduce myself." John showed a joking smile.

If Jack were here, he would definitely be very familiar with this smile, because not only did John have such a smile, but when he was in New York, there was also a great writer named Rick Cassel who had the same playful expression as him.

"My name is John Nolan, an LAPD officer who was sent here because he offended the union president."

Listening to John talking a lot of nonsense, Duvall interrupted him in confusion, "Officer Nolan, can I take it that you are trying to delay time?"

"Of course not, I'm about to get to the key point." John blinked innocently, "Okay, let's make a long story short. I have a secret to tell you."

Seeing that Duvall impatiently pulled the pistol sleeve and pointed the gun at himself, John quickly raised his hands, "Okay, the secret is that I actually have super powers."

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The scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment. After a moment, Duval looked around expressionlessly, and impatiently raised his pistol again. This time, he aimed it directly at John's head, and was about to pull the trigger.

Everyone at the police station at the scene turned away rather unbearably, not wanting to see the tragic scene that followed.

"No, no, no, believe me, what I said is true." John lowered his hands above his head and made a sign, pretending that they were two pistols.

"I really do have super powers. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

After saying that, he gestured to Jasper who was about to turn around again, "Hey, old guy! BIU!"

"Whoosh!"

Although the blizzard had just passed and the wind was still loud, a weak but very clear sound breaking through the air reached the ears of everyone present.

A small red hole suddenly appeared on Jasper's forehead. His wrinkled old face even still had an expression of mocking John's clown behavior, and he fell down in the snow with a thud.

Everyone was stunned on the spot. Bishop, who was taking advantage of John to attract everyone's attention and quietly taking out the stun grenade from his coat pocket, also stopped.

For a moment, he even felt that it seemed unnecessary to take the risk.

John raised his chin with pride, and in the horrified eyes of the black police, he fired at them with both hands, and kept uttering the onomatopoeia "BIU, BIU, BIU".

The whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air sounded one after another, and the black police surrounding the police station fell to the ground one after another.

"Sniper! Hide!"

Duval, who had just reacted, let out a shrill wail. The black police who were still in a daze looked around blankly, while others tried to find the nearest shelter.

But in just a few breaths, Duval desperately found that at least three or four people had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Kill them, kill them all."

The response to Duval's hoarse command was not the gunshots of the black police, but a stun grenade with the pull ring pulled out.

"Close your eyes!"

Bishop threw the stun grenade that Jack had given him before, and rushed directly to the guns that had been thrown in the snow with his eyes closed.

John turned and rushed to Alice and Alex behind him. They were not wearing bulletproof vests, but they subconsciously protected the injured state trooper Jeffrey.

Behind him, the angry Duval had already pulled the trigger regardless of anything.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunshots and the explosions of the stun grenade sounded almost at the same time. Duval screamed and knelt on the ground with his eyes covered in pain.

"Get in the car! Get in the car!" Ronick, who had received Bishop's eye hint and closed his eyes in time, rolled over and picked up the AR15 on the ground, and fired a burst at the black police closest to him.

The stun grenade detonated in the open area basically only had the effect of a flash bomb, but this was enough. The unprepared people lost their eyesight instantly, and most of them were the corrupt police officers surrounding the people in the police station.