Emmett nodded hurriedly, propped up the hood with his hand, nimbly flipped over the car, and chased forward.

As he ran, he held down the radio and shouted:

"Alma, the suspect is running in the direction of the Oak Street parking lot."

Ethan broke his backview mirror and looked in the mirror, and there was a small wound on his forehead, and a wisp of blood was slowly flowing from it.

Pulling out a few tissues and quickly wiping away the blood, he twisted the car keys, but after a few pops, the car still didn't start, and by this time, Emmett had already run away.

Ethan had to pull out the key, and when he pushed the car door and stepped on the ground, he still felt a little shaky.

He didn't care so much, he came to the back of the car, opened the trunk, picked up the Remington M870 and carried it behind him, closed the trunk and ran in the direction Emmett left.

"Brock, they just crossed Oak Street, repeat, they just crossed Oak Street." Siobhan shouted over the radio.

At this time, Ethan also saw Emmett's back, and saw him quickly climb over the iron net, jump forward, and disappear from view.

"The suspect fled to the Banshee Town High School gymnasium." Emmett's panting voice came over the radio.

Ethan ran through the street as the siren sounded, Siobhan drove by in a Chevrolet SUV, the two looked at each other, Ethan sped forward, kicked the iron net, and swooped upward, both hands firmly grasping the bar above.

Running over the wire fence and down the crowd platform at the football field, Emmett had already sprinted to the opposite end of the pitch.

"Stop, you two stand for me."

Emmett's shouts resounded throughout the rugby field, and the two suspects, one fat and one thin, sped up a few points and ran for their lives.

A woman in a striped shirt was smoking a cigarette with her back against the iron door, and when she heard the shouting from behind, she turned around, screamed in horror when she saw the situation in front of her, threw away the cigarette in her hand, turned and ran.

It's a pity that she was wearing high heels, her speed was not fast, and she was picked up by the fat suspect and blocked in front of her just a few steps.

"Let people go immediately."

Emmett stopped and raised her gun.

Ethan hurriedly quickened his pace, and the person who was held hostage in the arms of the fat robber was none other than Jenny Kendall, who had just been separated from him.

Seeing Emmett's hesitation, the fat robber stretched out his hand and shot him.

When the gunshots rang out, Emmett fell to the ground, and the two robbers grabbed Jenny by the arm and dragged her back and down the side door of the gymnasium.

"Are you alright?" Ethan ran briskly with Remington, pointed his gun at the side door of the gymnasium, and got down on one knee in front of Emmett.

Emmett put his hands on his shoulders and sat up in pain, blood pouring from between his fingers.

At this time, two police cars also drove quickly from the side, and with a sudden brake, the oblique body blocked in front of the two of them, and Brock and Siobhan hurriedly got out of the car and drew their guns to be on guard.

Ethan then put down Remington, grabbed the tourniquet from his duty belt, and tied his hands and feet to Emmett's arm.

Thankfully, the bullet pierced through his arm and didn't stay inside.

"Who's going to tell me about the situation?" Brock stepped back beside them.

After Ethan tied up the tourniquet, Emmett picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, turned over and stood up and leaned against the police car next to him, sweating profusely and said:

"There were two suspects, whites, and I heard them talking, and one of them was called Lance."

"Very well, Siobhan, you and Ethan check along the gymnasium to see if there are any other entrances and exits."

Ethan ran to the side with Siobhan with his gun in hand.

Because it was a weekend, the other entrances and exits of the gymnasium were tightly locked with large chains, and after making sure that there was no other place on the first floor for the two suspects to escape, the two returned to the side door together.

"Squatting down" Brock and Emmett were hiding behind the police car, and when they saw the two of them coming, they hurriedly pressed their hands to signal.

Through the glass on the side door of the gymnasium, a figure can be seen flickering inside, it should be that the suspect is observing the situation outside, Ethan and Siobhan bent down and ran behind the police car.

"What's the catch?"

"Everything except the side door is locked."

"Very well, things are in our favor right now." Brock nodded.

Seobhan cautiously ran to the back of her Chevrolet SUV, pulled a small first aid kit out of the trunk, and examined Emmett's wounds.

"Did you inform Hood?" She asked Brock as she bandaged.

"He took a leave of absence to rest today, saying that he had personal affairs to deal with and was not in town."

Emmett held back the pain and said, "Brock, he's the sheriff, Mrs. Kendall has been kidnapped, we have to contact him." ”

"Alma then," Brock picked up the radio, "Alma, help me get through to the sheriff." ”

"I just contacted, but I haven't heard back."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Brock replied to Alma, then put down the radio and looked at them helplessly.

After Siobhan bandaged his wounds, Emmett clenched his pistol and gritted his teeth and said:

"We can't wait like this, I suggest rushing straight in, we have four of us now, and the advantage is on our side."

"No," Brock hurriedly objected.

"When I got to the pharmacy just now, the cashier was out of gas."

"They've killed a man, and now they still have hostages on hand, and we can't take any chances."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, the sheriff can't be contacted, what are we going to do now?" Siobhan asked anxiously.

Ethan licked his lips and stuck his head out from the back of the police car, the figure flickering on the side door glass gone.

"At least let's take a look at what's going on, shall we?"

Hearing Ethan's words, several people looked at each other, Emmett was injured, and Siobhan didn't know if what happened last time had eased up.

Brock had no choice but to tighten the gun in his hand, and said in a dry voice, "Ethan, let's go together." ”

After a simple set-up, Emmett and Siobhan stood behind the police car and pointed their guns in the direction of the side door of the gymnasium, beware of gunmen suddenly rushing out.

Ethan and Brock were on their own, and after making a big turn, they touched forward on the left and right sides.

Bending over, carefully came to the side door, Brock reached out and pressed lightly on the door, and then increased his strength a little, the side door did not move at all, it should have been locked from the inside.

The two looked at each other, Brock wiped the sweat from his head and nodded at him, Ethan grabbed Remington and slowly stood up diagonally against the door.

Seeing the atmosphere of the scene, Emmett and Siobhan also nervously clenched the guns in their hands.

Ethan stood up and poked his head to scan inside.

The two bandits had now left the doorway, and were standing in the middle of the gymnasium on the basketball court, dancing and arguing, Ethan's pupils constricted, and next to the robbers was another teacher and five or six students squatting in addition to Jenny Kendall.

Ethan scolded secretly, how did he forget this, Jenny said that she came to see the students stay in the classroom today.

He quickly crouched down, turned his head at Brock, and the two of them retreated to the side of the police car together.

"What's going on inside?" Siobhan and Emmett gathered around, and Ethan shook his head, and said with a solemn face:

"Things are getting more troublesome."