Chapter 1067 Heavy Casualties
Nearly a year has passed since a dazzling mushroom cloud appeared in Central Park one night and an artificial pond was added. New Yorkers were once again lucky enough to see a miniature mushroom cloud in broad daylight.
The shock wave spread along the walls on both sides of the street, shattering all the glass along the street and embedding a manhole cover into the body of the armored vehicle.
Although the scale of this explosion was N orders of magnitude smaller than the one in Central Park, the impact was far greater. Jack bet that there would be media headlines using the most tragic XX attack since 9/11.
Jack shook his somewhat groggy head and applied a healing technique on himself before recovering from the uncomfortable tinnitus. He patted his work jacket with yellow FBI letters printed on it, shook off the broken glass on the floor, and then spoke loudly on the team channel. Ask other teammates.
"Guys, are everything okay?"
After asking several times, feeble replies from other people came one after another after a long time.
"It's okay, at least he's alive."
"It should be possible to save him."
"We have to catch up. I saw them entering the sewer. We must not let Zhang Mingjun escape!" A voice that made Jack quite unhappy appeared in his ear.
He looked back at Lin Zheling, and finally his eyes fell on the AK he was holding.
"Hand it over." Although Jack still spoke English, his body language of reaching for the gun was unmistakable.
Lin Zheling didn't know whether he was stunned or deliberately pretending not to understand, so he subconsciously tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
"Fuck! Did I give you face?"
An unknown fire arose in Jack's heart. Without saying a word, he directly chose to take action. He grabbed the guy's arm and began to exert slight force.
Although somewhat affected by old problems, Jack is still in a relatively sane state, and unloading the gun is indeed his main purpose.
Therefore, he did not take any further action after grabbing the opponent's arm, but gave the opponent time to react. Otherwise, even if Clay was caught off guard and was attacked by him, being knocked down after one blow would be the only result.
Obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling did not make his fortune by sitting in an office. As a soldier, he was not easy to get along with. He narrowed his eyes and chose to fight back.
For a while, a continuous dull sound of flesh collision resounded in the dusty shop. Lin Zheling used every possible means to block, kick, block and choke the throat. Jack, who had clearly struck first, chose to block instead, using his elbows, knees and calves. Blocked a series of attacks from the opponent.
The opponent used unexpectedly not the Taekwondo routine that was popular in both the north and the south of the peninsula, but a military fighting technique that kept pace with the times. The moves were dirty but extremely practical.
They were hiding in a branded women's clothing store. Seeing this scene, the store clerk and several female customers who were originally in shock widened their eyes in surprise, and couldn't help but utter exclamations such as "kongfu".
This kind of fighting style of hard horse and hard bridge in a small space is very pleasing to the eye. It is not only dazzling, but also has the feeling of punching and punching in old-school Hong Kong movies with sound effects.
But Lin Zheling soon couldn't fight anymore. After all, breaking a 10-centimetre-thick iron rod with one kick was like killing a Siberian tiger with a slide shovel. It only existed for some mentally retarded people to enjoy themselves.
Anyone who exerts all his strength against a steel pillar that seems to be covered with only a layer of skin for two minutes will be like him now, with his hands and feet sore and shaking uncontrollably.
Because Jack did not simply block, but relied on superhuman reaction speed, knee to knee, elbow tip to elbow tip, to perform the stunt of Gu Su Murong in the old man's martial arts novel.
Gently hooking the AK that had fallen to the ground at some point with his foot, Jack unloaded the magazine, pulled the bolt, and ejected the bullet in the chamber. He raised his chin at Lieutenant Park next to him, who had already unloaded the gun by Clay.
"You'd better take him to the hospital for a checkup and a CT scan or something."
Jack's attack was quite measured. Breaking his hands and feet would be too cruel, but if he injures him in turn, he doesn't have to worry about damaging the international public.
A minor bone fracture is considered a fracture, and you need to put on a plaster to recover for at least a month, so that no one will continue to buzz in your ears.
Judging from the last scene he just saw, today's matter is in serious trouble. Not only will Director Reagan be in trouble, but even his own female boss will probably take the blame.
It’s hard to say what will happen in a monarchy, but the Department of Justice’s review of the FBI will definitely start immediately.
When he thought of Director Reagan, Jack's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly thought that there was another Reagan who still didn't know whether he was alive or dead at this moment.
"Clay, notify the NYPD and headquarters to immediately send people to block all sewage outlets along the Hudson River, and block the bridges and tunnels leading out of the island! I'm going to find Danny!"
As he spoke, he ran towards the intersection where Danny's accident occurred. When he passed the scrapped armored vehicle, he glanced inside, and sure enough he saw the bodies of three ESU members lying inside.
Danny's police car was smashed on the right side of the intersection. At this time, sirens were blaring, and red fire trucks and ambulances were arriving. Patrol police cars directly blocked the surrounding intersections, prohibiting those who were not afraid of death from approaching.
Danny was lying on the passenger side of the police car with his head covered in blood, and the shriveled airbag in front of him was also covered in blood, but his eyes were open, staring at Jack who was running toward him as if he was dead.
"Danny! Danny!" Although his senses told him that he was still alive, Jack was still frightened by his appearance and quickly reached out to touch his carotid artery.
"I'm fine, it's just that my foot was stuck." Danny grabbed Jack's hand, tears streaming down his face instantly, "Go help the others first."
Jack took the opportunity to start the healing spell, and then he was secretly relieved.
The injury was not serious, just a few broken bones and concussion, but his stuck left foot had some serious problems, and the compound fracture would make him limp for at least half a year.
But this might be a good thing for Danny, allowing him to rest at home for a while and spend time with his wife and children.
"We need hydraulic pliers here! There are injured people trapped!" Waving to the firefighters who had just arrived, Jack looked behind the truck at the intersection.
There were four police motorcycles lying in a mess, but there were only two bodies on the ground. Not far away, someone was also calling for emergency personnel. It seemed that brave and enthusiastic citizens had saved the other two shot policemen.
Compared with physical injuries, Jack was more worried about Danny's psychological problems. This guy always looked like a tough guy in front of him, and the two tears just now could not have come out of pain.
But this was obviously not a good time for psychological counseling. When the firefighters arrived with various tools, Jack rushed to the direction where someone was calling for help again.
Although ambulances arrived one after another, the emergency personnel were simply too busy to handle the situation. In addition to a large number of injured police officers, there were also more than a hundred innocent passers-by who needed emergency medical assistance.
In order to create the greatest possible chaos, several automatic weapons were fired directly at passers-by, including the MK46 light machine gun that was now thrown at the sewer entrance.
Several passers-by who fell on the sidewalk due to injuries even lost their lives in the subsequent explosion.
After stabilizing the injuries of the two rescued police officers, Jack shook his dizzy head and just stood up, and suddenly Jiejie's call with obvious crying voice came from the team channel.
"Jack! Where are you? Hannah is injured!"
"What's going on?" Jack, who has always been calm in the face of trouble, suddenly lost his composure, grabbed a medical bag left on the ground by the emergency personnel and rushed to the end of the street.