To the west of the Michaela apartment, two blocks away, is a low-rise residential area with more than 100,000 migrants.

On the street side, there are shops, bars and hair salons, all of which are small, and there are many street vendors on both sides of the street, making the roads congested and full of household waste.

Except for a small number of local charter workers and charter women, the vast majority of them are immigrants from various countries and stowaways, about half of the adults have no proper employment, and a considerable number of them have no permanent residence and are very mobile.

This area is chaotic, vicious and difficult to manage, and has long been a crime-prone area guarded by the Hollywood Police Department.

After the murder in Michelia's apartment, after two consecutive days and nights of investigation, the first suspect in the case, Frank Delon, that is, the deceased's boyfriend, was finally locked.

The Hollywood police retrieved Frank DeLong's archives and recent photographs from the veterans' database, and then visited him for evidence and quickly found his temporary residence.

The most dangerous places tend to be the safest.

Frank is a retired officer of the Special Operations Team, and his chosen location is in this mixed slum, where he and his girlfriend live in the Micha apartment are just two blocks away, less than 300 meters in a straight line.

According to information provided by Teresa's informants, Frank arrived in Los Angeles and stayed at the home of his former subordinate, Coste, who was a security guard at a bar down the street and rented a room in Room 313, a three-story apartment in East Street.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, while most of the residents had gone out to work, six detectives from the Hollywood Police Department's homicide team, under the command of Inspector Teresa, quickly surrounded the street-corner apartment.

After surrounding the apartment, Teresa did not immediately order a raid, considering that the suspect Frank's room also had a former retired member of the special operations team, Koster, so she called and transferred six armed special police officers from the nearest special operations team to assist in the arrest.

With the SWAT in place, the arrest operation was immediately launched.

The sniper took aim on the roof of the opposite building, two SWAT officers guarded the back door of the apartment, and the remaining three armed SWAT officers took the lead and violently broke down the door.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door of room 314 collapsed, and Teresa rushed in with a gun, followed by five other homicide detectives, and a bare-handed Jerry Towne also rushed into the room.

"Hands up, L.A. cops!"

At first glance, Teresa habitually reported her identity, but the answer she received was......

"Bang... Bang bang!"

Gunshots exploded, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

In the midst of punishing violent crimes, Teresa was extremely sensitive to the slight sound of pulling the trigger, so when the other party slid the bolt and fired with the wrench, she immediately fell to the ground sideways, and the 45 pistol fired, following the sound of two shots.

The five detectives of the murder team reacted quickly and were not bad, seeing the boss dodging sideways, they dodged behind the cover as if they were conditioned, and easily avoided the bullets that came straight to the door.

"Poof!"

The bullet flying from the front hit the target, and the huge impact instantly blasted Jerry, who was shot in the chest, out of the air, and hit the railing of the staircase before stopping.

The armed SWAT officer outside the door immediately reached out and dragged him to the corner, avoiding the barrage of bullets that flew out later.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The huge impact of the iron railing woke up Jerry Donn, who was still immersed in horror, and the severe pain and suffocation in his heart made him very uncomfortable, and he struggled to sit up while holding on to the cold tiled floor.

The body armor on his body saved his life, and at this moment, a hole was revealed where the heart was, and the lethal bullet was firmly imprisoned in the inner layer of the body armor.

Jerry leaned his back against the wall, staring blankly at the white roof, his eyes unfocused, his cheeks stiff, and he was still immersed in the horror of being shot.

Just now, the moment he was shot by a bullet, Jerry clearly felt that death was so close to him for the first time in his life, almost kissing, and suddenly his mind was blank, and the sense of near-death occupied all his thoughts, except for death, there were no distracting thoughts.

He had also died once before, but last time he couldn't wake up and walked through his life in a mess.

This time it was different, it felt very clear, the process was too realistic, it was like making a movie, and he clearly experienced the real situation of a brush with death.

……

Jerry Towne was stunned, and in the eyes of others, it was just that the child was scared stupid.

The three armed SWAT officers guarding the door glanced at Jerry's crotch with a wicked taste, "Ho! The tent is so bulging that the yurt-like zipper can't be locked, almost tearing his pants, and I'm in good spirits!"

This discovery disappointed them, and at the same time they were very jealous, "I thought I was scared to pee, but I didn't think about it...... The capital is too abundant!" made these special police officers look envious, jealous and hateful, "Tall and handsome, he has a lot of money, why do you let him take all the benefits?"

The obscene eyes of the SWAT officers prompted the sluggish Jerry to gradually come to his senses, rubbed his chest like a hammer hitting his chest, and rubbed his stiff cheeks hard, Jerry stood up, shook his arms and moved his muscles and bones, and the bones of his whole body "gurgle" with a crisp sound.

"Damn! Dare to shoot Lao Tzu, I'm tired of it!"

With a sip, Jerry crossed the SWAT and glanced inside the room, just in time to meet Teresa's anxious gaze.

Stepping into the door with his left foot, Jerry dodged out, tiptoed a front flip, jumped over the collapsed door, and landed silently behind Teresa, peeking in the direction of the bedroom with the help of cover, the bullet that had just hit him was fired from the bedroom door.

"You...... Is it alright?" Teresa was stunned, and Jerry was surprised by his agility.

However, the current situation did not allow her to be distracted, and turned her head to look at Jerry, Teresa whispered apologetically: "This time it was my job mistake, ignoring that you have no professional training and lack of experience in dealing with emergencies, so ...... Fortunately, body armor blocked the bullets. I apologize to you for that, Jerry, I'm sorry!"

Jerry shrugged his shoulders and shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you, the main thing is that I haven't encountered such a big battle before, and I didn't react when I was caught off guard." ”

As he spoke, he patted the body armor gently, "It's good that it helps resist, otherwise I would have hung up." But...... If you insist on apologizing, you can treat me to a drink afterwards. ”

said it lightly, but in fact, Jerry Towne secretly reflected in his heart: "Now I really realize that the United States is really dangerous, if you don't pay attention to it, you may die, you can't be willful in the future, you should really take your bodyguards with you, and you can't relax in kung fu cultivation, you can buy it without a gun and money, but if you lose your kung fu, you can never think about getting it back." ”

Teresa couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that Jerry had not been left behind after being shot and was in good spirits, and then turned her gaze to the bedroom, where Frank and Coster were obviously not going to rest on their laurels and were going to fight to the end.

In this way, it will be infinitely more difficult to capture, and things will become very tricky.

After all, the combat effectiveness of these two guys is very strong, the Marine Corps is the ace special forces of the US military, the elite of the elite, not inferior to the Los Angeles Police Department Special Operations Team, and the individual combat effectiveness is far better than that of the special police.

Teresa prides herself on being no weaker than anyone else, but the stubborn Frank and Coster forces her to be cautious, so much so that the two sides are at a stalemate at the moment.

The reason why Jerry was able to escape death just now was because he was tall, more than ten centimeters taller than others, and Teresa leaned in and lowered his height, otherwise that shot would not have hit the body armor, but a headshot.

It can be seen that Frank and Coster have accurate marksmanship, and if they attack head-on, the police will inevitably suffer casualties.

After thinking calmly for a moment, Teresa made a gesture behind her, and Jerry's pupils shrank when he saw it, this gesture he understood, meaning a strong attack, and it could also be understood as killing on the spot.

Frank is just a murder suspect, and he ordered to be shot on the spot before he was finally convicted, which is too arbitrary, right?

"Bang, bang!"

The gunfire started again, and Jerry didn't have time to think at all, and the three heavily armed SWAT officers outside the door directly bombarded the bedroom door and wall with a huge lethal shotgun, and immediately sawdust flew and the wall cement debris scattered in all directions.

The three shotguns fired alternately, maintaining absolute fire suppression and not giving the opponent a gap to return fire, Teresa led the team to advance covertly and gradually approached the bedroom.

Jerry, who had suffered a loss, learned wisely this time, followed in Teresa's footsteps, and easily did not take the lead, so as to avoid becoming the target of the two thugs again.

Not only that, but he also wants to get back on the field.

Wherever you fall, you get up.

Before, I was inexperienced and suffered a dumb loss, but now I deeply understand the fierceness of violence in the United States, and the previous set of convincing people with virtue has been lost, Jerry is ready to fight violence with violence, even if he doesn't have a gun, he has to use his fist to tell the thugs who attacked him, "Have you ever seen a big fist in an iron bowl?"

Dozens of shotgun bullets smashed the bedroom door, and the walls on both sides of the door frame also left dense bullet holes, and the entire wall cracked in all directions, like a hornet's nest.

However, Frank and Coster in the room were still very stubborn, and from time to time they fired their guns outward, and the two of them did not show their heads at all, and threw their hands to shoot at the living room, purely blind shooting, and the hit rate was negligible.

But it still had some effect, at least as a deterrent, forcing the homicide agents not to risk rushing into the bedroom, or even to get close to the door.

Suddenly, the two sides came and went, and the bullets flew sideways, which made Jerry's heart uneasy, because everyone had guns, but he didn't, and the most important thing was that the shadow of being hit just now appeared at this moment, and the sense of near-death with the Grim Reaper made him unforgettable for life.

At this moment, in the smoke of bullets, Jerry couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

It was so indescribable pain that he regretted entering the police station to experience the role.

If Jerry is given a new choice, in order to play the role, he will still enter the police station to experience life, but he will definitely not choose the Hollywood police department, so as to avoid this fierce shootout that has nothing to do with him.

For his acting career, Jerry Towne does not discount his past and present lives, and really devotes himself to it, striving to do his best.

In addition, he will make choices selectively and treat the people and things around him rationally.

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(To be continued)