The passengers in the bus huddled in their seats one by one, screaming one after another, and the Shabi driver in the cab howled and opened the driver's door, and crawled on all fours.

Jack resisted the urge to give the idiot a shot, and watched him being pressed to the ground by his colleague, still trying to struggle, being stabbed directly in the waist with a stun gun, shaking like a Parkinson's patient, and his mood suddenly improved.

He is not the only one who is unhappy to see this guy, the surrounding patrol police, including the black-faced superintendent, are all holding back their anger, and they are about to deal with the two terrorists, but because of this Shabi, they ran away and dragged a whole car of passengers into the water.

Jack poked in again, and one of the passengers was shot in the shoulder, falling to the seat in front of him and groaning in pain, and a scorpion was thrown in the aisle at the back of the car, and the terrorist hid behind his seat with a sprayer in his hand.

Jack leaned forward and drove the wounded and several passengers from the front seats out of the car, leaving Angela with a firing range, then stood up straight, aimed his gun at the opposite side, and spoke loudly to attract the other's attention.

Taking advantage of Jack's conscious obscuring the terrorist's view in the direction of the front of the car, Angela secretly set up the AR15 on the railing of the front door entrance and put the opponent's head firmly into the scope.

"Hey, buddy, don't do anything stupid, let's talk."

Jack raised his right hand holding the gun and hid his left hand behind him, which was holding a watery towel.

"Let me go, or everyone in the car will get the virus."

The terrorists curled up behind their seats as best they could, using the passengers in front of them as cover.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Jack took advantage of his lack of attention and gave a quick glance at Angela behind him, who shook her head, indicating that the other party was hiding too well and there was no shooting window.

At this time, the outside of the car was quiet, only the screams of the passengers in the car one after another, and the police lights that could have flashed blinding people were all turned off.

Jack had no choice but to continue to shoot the mouth cannon, the bus was high and low, he was in a shooting position that was no better than Angela's, but he didn't dare to continue to approach, this is a quasi-sealed environment, once the other party pressed the sprayer, the high concentration of virus stock solution can instantly contaminate the entire car.

"Don't be stupid, you don't want to die, right, honestly put down what you have in your hands, your action has failed, why bother with your life."

"Otherwise, I'll put down my gun and keep you safe, and you'll let me be handcuffed, and I'll try to say nice things to you at the judge?"

Jack took two steps forward as he spoke, his pupils constricting, and he tried to pretend that he didn't see that the other man was still hiding a pistol.

In fact, his right hand holding the gun raised high, seemingly with the muzzle facing up, his index finger has gently touched the trigger, and the left hand behind his back shakes off the wet towel, which is also a signal to Angela to make a move.

Under the high level of emotional tension, terrorists have a limited ability to think, and if they see themselves as the only threat, they can choose to shoot themselves instead of unleashing the virus.

Sure enough, with an angry roar of "ahh

Two bullets rang out with a gunshot, and the bullet fired by Glock in Jack's hand hit the opponent's eyebrows, shattering the opponent's brain and remaining in the skull.

The bullet fired from Angela's AR15 was castrated, from the bridge of the terrorist's nose, and then from the back of the head, burrowing into the roof of the bus, and the broken bone fragments and red and white objects splashed the body of a white aunt in the back seat, who looked up blankly, and then let out a heart-rending scream.

Ignoring the hot sensation on his left shoulder, Jack took two steps forward and threw the spread wet towel on the spray can next to the corpse.

"Safety, get out of the car, go, hurry up and !!"

Angela opened the rear door from the front bridge and drove the passengers out of the car as she walked towards Jack.

Jack inserted Glock back into the holster, wiped his right hand on his left shoulder, and turned to her in confusion as he turned to her in confusion.

"Did you just hit me?"

"Just a little bit of a side."

Angela smiled wickedly, and her crooked mouth looked like a dragon king.

"$160, put it on your account."

Jack tugged at his uniform and was a little distressed.

"7-L-20, sign my location, no follow-up required...... The suspect has been killed. ”

Superintendent Gray, who was outside the car, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the command center, and then continued to ask.

"Harper, did you and John track down the escaped suspect?"

There was no reply on the intercom, and after a few dozen seconds of silence, John's deliberately suppressed voice came from the intercom.

"Command center, suspected contact with the suspect, 5824 Elgin Road, inspecting the backyard."

A few minutes later, Zoe's voice also came out of the intercom.

"The FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) has allowed police helicopters to enter LA International Airport airspace to assist you in your search,"

"We're going to help."

Wrapped around his arm with a few casual bandages, Jack put on his uniform again, he didn't bother to calm the frightened passengers, and tried to restart the police car, the engine didn't seem to be shot, and it wasn't a big problem.

Wesley slipped into the back seat without saying a word, and it seemed that he had made up his mind to follow him today.

After turning two corners and driving less than two kilometers out, Jack stopped at John's report and turned on the searchlight mounted on the left side of the windshield to point at where John and Neela Harper were.

The two of them blocked the suspect in a dilapidated wooden shed in the backyard of the house, which was built by many old beauties themselves and often used to stack miscellaneous tools.

Telling Wesley to take it with him honestly, Angela and Jack got out of the car, found an old washing machine that looked sturdy and used it as cover, and put the AR15 on it.

Nila was shouting into the tool room.

"Hey, people inside, did you hear the siren? We've got more and more reinforcements, and hundreds more are on the way, and you only have one ......."

Before she could finish her sentence, several gunshots rang out from inside, causing her to shrink her neck in fright.

Jack couldn't help laughing and turned his head to look at John, this kind of thing should still be carried out by professionals, the other party has been surrounded, if you can catch a live mouth, it should be more advantageous for LAPD to compete for credit.

Whether it's DHS or the FBI, it's been a day of remote command in the back, and no matter who the suspect ends up with, if you want to take people away from the Wilshire bureau, you always owe a favor to Zoe and them.