“S*”

Liszt cursed and fell to the ground with a swift thud, and the bullets flew through the hole in the shotgun.

Rogge's sense of the crisis was too keen, and just a moment before Liszt fired, Rogge dodged, and he didn't know how he predicted it.

When John heard the gunshots, he immediately stopped shooting and quickly moved away from his position.

Listening to the gunshots, Liszt's position was too close to the sofa, there was no light in the room, and he had no idea whether it was the enemy or Liszt who was leading in front of him.

John couldn't call Liszt out at this time, and in this environment, a little sound came from the same as handing the target to the enemy.

Liszt got up and flipped over the sofa, and as soon as he landed, he felt a threat on his left, and while flashing sideways, he aimed his shotgun and pulled the trigger.

Liszt felt the barrel of the gun being grasped, deflected a little to the side, raised his foot and kicked it.

Only a muffled grunt was heard, and Liszt fired another shot in front of him.

No shouts were heard, but footsteps were heard on the right, and Liszt quickly turned the head of the gun, adjusted the direction with the footsteps, and at seven o'clock, shot.

Bang, Remington's distinctive gunshot was followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Hit, strangely, Liszt was not happy, a little disappointed that he had hit the gunner so quickly.

He even wondered if his guess was wrong, and that the gunman wasn't Rogge.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and Liszt knew it was John, but turned and pointed his gun at John.

Although he has no evidence to prove that John betrayed Tom, Liszt is a little suspicious of John himself and does not trust him.

This suspicion was not something that John could dispel by reminding him that Rogge might not be dead and that he would leave with Dale.

Until the gunman is identified, Liszt will not remove his vigilance against John.

"Liszt, are you alright?"

John had a lighter on him, but he didn't dare to light it, because it wouldn't let him see much clearly and would reveal his own position.

But he could still make out Remington's voice, and when he partnered Tom on a mission, he used this gun, old man.

"John, don't come here, I'm not sure if I killed him." Liszt stopped John's approach.

John thought that Liszt was worried about his injury, although he didn't want to admit it, but it was a fact that the injury on his hand affected his movements, and it was the first time for Liszt to experience such a thing, and his nerves must have been tense, and he didn't dare to stimulate him by playing. (I forgot that John's gunshot wound on his hand is not healed, and some changes have been made before, which may not be comprehensive, forgive your sins!) ）

Thinking like this, John did not stop but changed direction, Liszt's words made sense, and he didn't speak casually before, and he couldn't let the gunman know his location.

The injured gunman can kill as long as he still has a gun and pull the trigger, as simple as hooking his fingers.

Withdrawing the shell and reloading it, Liszt pointed his gun at seven o'clock, he was not sure whether the gunman was dead or not, but he felt that it was necessary to stick to the habit of replenishing the gun, so he fired again.

Boom (poof)

Outside Tom's two-story cottage, in addition to John's bus, which Liszt drove back, there were two police cars and an ambulance.

Liszt was sitting in an ambulance at this time, receiving treatment from the doctor.

When he mended the gun to Rogge, Rogge did not die, but the pistol fell off, and he did not move, except for the snort when he was shot, he didn't even scream, and he kept gritting his teeth and holding on.

Liszt was right, the direction was right, but after all, it was not as clear as the eyes could see, so Liszt's shot only hit Rogge with some stray bullets.

Otherwise, with the power of the shotgun, it can open a hole bigger than a fist in Rogge's body, and even if it is just a stray bullet, it will suddenly relieve Rogge's ability to move.

Rogge secretly picks up the gun while paying attention to the conversation between Liszt and John.

When he touched the gun, he couldn't wait to face Liszt, who had hit him.

It's also Liszt's carelessness, thinking that he relaxed a little after hitting the gunner, although he still remembers to make up the gun, but it is also a habitual behavior, and he doesn't actually feel that the gunman still has the ability to fight back, so it can be regarded as self-inflicted.

In addition to being afraid, Liszt also took this incident as a lesson for himself.

John thanked the neighbors who had helped him, knocked them open in the middle of the night to disturb their sleep, and brought the wounded with gunshot wounds into their homes for treatment, even if he showed his federal agent ID, the neighbors could still refuse John and Liszt to enter the door.

But the other party did not do this, so after the ambulance and police car came, although Liszt had to be treated by a regular doctor in the ambulance, Liszt still specially thanked the old couple who lived in the neighborhood.

Detective Harry, who had just been separated for a short time, handed over the rest of the evidence to his partner and Wick after exploring the scene, and ran to Liszt, who was redressing his wounds.

"Officer Harry, aren't you going to stare at the scene?" Knowing from John's mouth about the outstanding ability of the middle-aged handsome uncle in front of him, as well as his "transcendent" status, Liszt didn't expect that this thing would allow him to come over in person.

Although he was happy to see this, and it would be best for him to get Dunharry's appreciation and get into the SFPD, but before that, he had to show the trepidation of a young man who killed someone for the first time.

No matter how brave he was in front of John, after killing someone at this moment, he had to behave normally.

Otherwise, if Liszt is too calm after the killing, it will easily arouse the suspicion of the police, not only will he be blocked from applying to the police in the future, but he may also have to go to prison for a period of time, which Liszt will never allow.

"Boy, you are very brave, don't worry, you have to dare to shoot at that moment, otherwise you will die." Harry boasted as soon as he came, leaving Liszt scratching his head.

"Aren't you here to investigate me?"

Harry laughed: "You're right, I'm here to investigate you."

Wick was there when he got the news, and I found out then that John and you were so unlucky that they came home and ran into a killer.

I wasn't surprised when I learned that the killer had been killed, and I even felt that it was a matter of course, because one of the two of you was an FBI who was injured but not just a random killer who could come to the door and bully.

But I didn't expect that it was you who killed the killer, did you say I underestimated you?"

Harry said this with a smile, and as he spoke, his eyes kept on his eyes on Liszt, and he seemed to be able to see something in Liszt's eyes that did not match the description.

Liszt was uncomfortable, so he deliberately showed an ugly smile: "What's not simple, I'm also a policeman." ”

"Really? A trainee police officer kills an experienced killer? I'd really like to see what kind of sheriff your town is. ”

"Of course it's a very good person, Officer Harry, if you go to Fox on vacation to have fun, well, it's better to go in the summer, Fox is rainy all year round, it's the best place to escape the heat.

Charlie is a good sheriff, and the townspeople don't worry about their money being spent in the wrong place, and you're sure to be good friends with Charlie if you go, provided you don't mention your great achievements. ”

Liszt's ridicule did not make Harry angry, on the contrary, Harry admired Liszt's ability to tell him the truth: "Aren't you afraid that he will trouble you by betraying John like this?" ”

Liszt shrugged: "Uncle John won't trouble me for this kind of thing, since he told me about your deeds, and didn't specifically tell me to keep it secret, of course I will think that these words can be said, is there anything unknown here?" ”

Liszt looked at Harry who pretended to be stupid for a moment, and after a while, Harry laughed even happier: "That's it, that's it, you kid will definitely be a good police detective in the future, maybe you will be an official, haha..."

"If this kid wants to be an official, he must be able to hold my fist first." John stood behind Liszt with a cold face at some point.

Liszt looked at the gloomy and terrible John with a dry smile: "I'm a wounded now, I just didn't say anything, I'm a wounded ......"

At the San Francisco Police Department, Liszt finished taking notes and sat next to a policewoman at John's behest and waited.

The bullet had only grazed his arm, so the injury was not serious, and after being re-bandaged in the ambulance, Liszt followed Harry's police car to the police station.

Previously, he was the informant, and he had no relationship with the two parties involved, so he could naturally leave after cooperating with the police at the scene and telling him some information.

This time is different, even John, a federal agent, is no exception, who let him be a party this time.

John was talking about things in Harry's office, and Liszt didn't think that John was simply explaining what had happened, but unfortunately the room in the police station was very soundproofed, and Liszt couldn't hear what was being said inside, and he couldn't walk over and put his ear to the door to listen to the wall.

In short, two familiar strength detectives, working at the workplace for eight or nine hours are talking about some business.

Liszt had a feeling that the gangsters in San Francisco might be unlucky in the future.

Although the FBI and the local police are both police, they do not have a vertical jurisdiction relationship with each other, that is, they do not belong to each other, and they are two departments with completely different systems.

Although local police officers are generally expected to cooperate with the legitimate actions of federal agents, this is not an absolute thing.

Why leave the case to the FBI when the local police can solve it?

In the eyes of the local police, the FBI is robbing them of their credit, and robbing cases is not uncommon between the two departments, but in recent years, the police have had a hard time, and the FBI's power has expanded a lot.

The functions of two departments in a city overlap and there are naturally many contradictions, and this contradiction exists throughout the United States, but it is usually secretly intrigued, and it still has to be maintained on the surface.

San Francisco is not exempt from vulgarity, John and Harry appreciate each other and are friends, but matters involving the interests of the department are not influenced by personal feelings.

But now it's different, San Francisco's gang problem has become more and more serious, to the point where a city will never be at peace if it is not governed.

Thinking about how long it has been, how many people have died, and now it has even developed into a shootout on the street, adding up to a large-scale shootout of about 30 people, which makes the people of the city panic.

Tomorrow the city government will definitely put pressure on all the relevant departments, and at this critical moment, the FBI and the San Francisco Police Department must work together, and if one side drops the chain, all of them will be unlucky.