No sooner had the Dodge Hellcat turned the last corner than Jack heard two gunshots in almost no particular order, one of which was loud and familiar, and it was undoubtedly Danny's old Smith & Wesson M39.

The other, on the other hand, was much fainter, almost completely drowned out by the cacophony of ambient sounds on the street, making it almost impossible to distinguish without someone's superhuman five senses.

Two more gunshots followed, and this time Jack was more familiar because it was the gunshots of the Glock 22, the most used by FBI agents at the moment.

Rosie, who almost didn't vomit because Jack kept changing lanes rapidly, continued to hold on to the door handle, pointed to an alley not far away and shouted, "Jack! There they are! ”

At the same time, Emily's nervous shouts were heard over the radio, "Officer down!" The officer fell to the ground! Corner Park West! ”

"Squeak!" As Jack slammed on the brakes, Rossi, who was in the passenger seat, released his seat belt almost at the same time, pulling the door open and pulling out his pistol.

"These are all essential skills of a behavior analyst." Jack casually explained, put on his gloves and began to examine the body, only to find nothing.

Jack overtook Rosie like a whirlwind, grabbed the two of them in a standard sliding position, grabbed Danny's arm, and the healing began

The next moment, he let go of this guy's arm with some confusion, and his whole body was intact, except for a little kidney deficiency, which seemed to be fine.

"Good marksmanship, one shot in the lungs and one shot in the heart, it seems that you are all obedient and practicing marksmanship in my absence."

"He's fine, the bullet didn't penetrate the body armor." Hearing Jack say this, and seeing the bullet with her own eyes, Emily breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground without an image.

At this time, the sirens outside the alley gradually became far and near, and Garcia's panicked cries came from the headphones again, and Jack remembered that he had forgotten to tell her that he was safe.

Danny had a teasing look on his face, "How could I possibly observe his expression at that time?" I was at the mouth of the alley where I was going to be first, and when I saw him pointing a gun at me, I fired immediately, in fact we shot almost at the same time, and then I lost consciousness. ”

With a "stab", Jack pulled away Emily's body armor that had not been torn off for a long time, and a somewhat deformed point 22 warhead fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Hodgner hurried with the rest of the crowd and was relieved to see that several of them were safe and sound.

Jack's smile disappeared suddenly, and he even glared at her a little viciously, "Put away this idiotic idea, always remember my words, and never stop pulling your trigger until the other party falls to the ground unless you empty the magazine." ”

Jack pulled Emily up from the ground, and the two of them worked together to lift Danny up from the ground, and then the two of them walked over to the corpse together.

According to common sense, whether it is a desperate counterattack out of helplessness, or a counterattack that intends to hit the pursuer, the choice of a normal person is to subconsciously find a cover first, such as the trash can that is close in front of you.

"I don't know, this guy is literally killing himself, we heard the radio announcement and approached this side, and the guy saw us and went straight into the alley, and when I chased us to the mouth of the alley, he just stood there like that, pointing a gun at me."

It was a young black man who looked no more than an adult, perhaps not even 20 years old, with a mustache on his chin and lying on his back on the ground, his eyes staring at the sky with blank eyes.

"But I also killed the only clue we have." Emily's expression was a little remorseful.

Danny looked at Emily with his mouth half-open, the expression on his face was wonderful, "How did you do that?" ”

I fired two shots in quick succession before he fell, and if I had to describe his expression, I would use the word martyr. ”

Emily pulled a Luger LCP pocket pistol out of her pocket, "At my place, I took his gun after confirming that he was on the ground. ”

"How did he behave at the time? Panicked, out of breath, or like a drug? Jack tried to help him remember.

"What the hell is going on?" Rossi looked at the location where Danny fell to the ground at the entrance of the alley, and then looked at the location of the body, and felt a little puzzled, the huge garbage bin was three or four meters behind the corpse, but the suspect fell in front of the garbage can.

"Hey! Hold your horses! Jack hurriedly got out of the car, for fear that the old fellow would rush up to make a difference.

Jack took the toy-like gadget and tossed it in his hand and sighed, no wonder these guys had succeeded in doing so many murders on the street.

"Well, this guy is dead, so he won't tell us any clues, and I bet it will take us a lot of effort to find out who he is, and ultimately find nothing." There is something in Rossi's words.

Danny subconsciously touched his chest, his expression still had a little palpitation, and it took a long time to think of retorting to Jack, ", Linda has always been satisfied with my performance." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough" Danny, who was originally unconscious, was lightly poked under the ribs by Jack, coughed violently, and quickly regained consciousness, only to see someone's disdain on his face as soon as he opened his eyes.

Danny frowned and tried to remember, "He was so fast that he could have escaped the alley before we could catch up, but he stopped and just stood straight like he was waiting for me. ”

The female FBI in front of him obviously looked even more panicked than him, and her hands still trembled uncontrollably after the shot, but she could observe so many details in an instant.

This guy doesn't even have a small piece of paper in his pocket, let alone proof of identity, and the clothes on his body look like the big road goods that can be bought casually in those second-hand clothing stores on the street.

"You should stay up late, especially drink less coffee, the impact of a 22 bullet that can't even kill a rabbit can make you unconscious, no wonder Linda and you have a 'wild night' appointment can make you scared."

Ten minutes later, both sides of the alley were cordoned off, and the ambulance that had run away in vain stopped at the entrance of the alley and flashed its police lights in vain, telling passers-by that there had been a murder here.

"Danny! Danny! Hold on! At the mouth of the alley, Danny fell to the ground and didn't know if he was alive or dead, and Emily was panicking and trying to undo his body armor to find a bleeding spot.

However, Emily's answer instantly slapped a veteran detective in the face, "The other man seemed very calm and had a steady hand, and Detective Reagan hit him in the shoulder, but he just shook it a little and continued to point the gun at me."

"The suspect is dead, but what about his gun?" At this point, Rossi walked back from a corpse lying in the middle of the alley.

Jack smiled and handed Emily, who was still a little pale, to Jiejie's care, and then glanced meaningfully at a certain NYPD detective with bad marksmanship and a red face.

The full weight of the gun's 6 full rounds may be less than 300 grams, and the length is not even the palm of a normal adult's hand, and it is almost impossible to be spotted in the pocket.

The body had three bullet holes in the upper body of the front, one shot in the left shoulder and two in the chest.

"No, I mean, uh like I said before, this guy is literally killing himself by our hands, he had that look on his face"

Emily tried to continue explaining, but was interrupted by Rosie, "Go back and talk about it, Emily." ”

(End of chapter)