"What the hell are these people trying to do?"

Emmett wiped the blood from her face and tightened her grip on the gun in her hand.

"Whatever they want to do, we're not going to let them do it." Ethan tapped him on the shoulder and walked with Hood to the gear room.

Siobhan beckoned the remaining civilians to the basement, where Alison and Jackson insisted on staying.

Now that there was no one around, Ethan asked in a low voice:

"You want to kill Procott?"

"That's right."

Hood nodded: "I'm leaving, leave something before leaving." ”

"It's too impulsive."

Ethan shook his head: "You should be glad you weren't killed." ”

"My identity is still somewhat useful." Hood spat a mouthful of blood to the side:

"Just a little bit."

When he walked inside, Ethan saw the figure flickering, and hurriedly raised his pistol:

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Officer Morgan."

Bunker tied his shirt to the wound and held a stick in his hand: "I want to find some handy weapons." ”

Hood paused and looked at him carefully:

"You're the guy who came to drop in your resume last time, right, from the Dade County Police Department?"

"Yes, Sheriff, Kurt Bunker."

Bunker stood up straight, his eyes determined.

"Okay, I've been hired."

There were not many people who dared to stand up at this time, and Hood requisitioned him without the slightest hesitation and strode inside.

Ethan took the stick from Bunker's hand and tossed it aside:

"What's the use of holding this broken stick, follow me."

"Okay, officer."

A smile appeared on Bunker's face, and he hurried to keep up with Ethan.

Arriving in the equipment room, Hood opened the gun cabinet.

Since it is a small police station, there are not many firearms in it.

Ethan and Hood took out all the long and short guns inside and put them on the table next to them.

Bunker wasn't idle, too, and spread his arms to pull out all the ammunition.

Two Remington M870s, two Glock 17s, three AR15s, that's all the equipment in the gun cabinet, and there's only one soft body armor left that Hood wears unceremoniously.

Ethan: When they were on duty, they were wearing body armor, so they didn't need it anymore.

However, he still stepped aside, and in the small box on the ground, he took out all the bulletproof inserts inside.

After installing the inserts on the front and back, he patted his body, and it made a bang.

Soft body armor is more useful than nothing for the firepower of AK and military M4, and it is much more secure with the insert board, and Hood unceremoniously plugs himself in.

Bunker was very self-conscious, and after he put things away, he didn't do it privately.

"Do you know how to use a gun?"

Ethan picked up a Remington shotgun and looked at Bunker.

"Of course."

Bunker nodded, took the shotgun, and reloaded.

The three of them quickly loaded all the guns on the table with ammunition and loaded them.

Now every second counts, and there is a click of bullets on the scene.

It wasn't long before they appeared in the hall in full gear, and the shutter rang out with the sound of bullets striking, and Cheton was still testing the shutter.

"Waterfa?"

Emmett saw the gun Bunker was carrying and looked at Hood with an unhappy expression.

"This is Kurt Bunker."

Hood was firm and pointed to Bunker: "Our new officer, I just agreed to his application." ”

Seeing that Emmett wanted to say something, Ethan quickly pulled him aside and handed him the shotgun in his hand: "We need people now." ”

"Anyone who needs someone who can help, he is."

"You also know that there is no problem with his resume, maybe he has already made a change, you need to give him a chance, and give us a chance."

Emmett was silent for a while, then took the shotgun and the ammunition in Ethan's hand:

"I'll keep an eye on him."

"No problem."

Ethan put his arm around his shoulders: "If Bunker is still the same person as before, I'll help you kill him as soon as possible." ”

"It's like I'm going to kill the two guys who harassed Meg, okay?"

"I believe in you."

Emil smiled and slapped Ethan heavily on the back.

Seeing that Emmett had no opinion, Brock didn't say anything more and took the AR15 from Hood's hand.

At this time, Jackson walked over.

He excitedly said to Hood, "What about Mr. Proctor now?" ”

Everyone around looked at it, and Hood could only lift his spirit:

"I don't understand what you mean."

"In this situation, he is still in a detention camp, which violates his civil liberties." Jackson spread his hands:

"Get him out of here."

"I don't agree with you." Hood shrugged and pouted.

Jackson gritted his teeth: "Sheriff, will you let him go?" ”

"Don't let go."

"Okay."

Jackson turned around angrily and looked angrily at Alison Madin: "Now the law enforcement officers are intent on putting my client's life at risk. ”

"You're the district attorney, do what you have to do."

Now in this situation, Alison was reluctant to let Proct out of the same room with him, and she shook her head firmly:

"This is a zone of war, and legal procedures do not apply."

There were dozens of gunmen outside, and Ethan didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, so he strode forward:

"You're a civilian, hurry up to the basement."

Jackson stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not going anywhere without Mr. Procott." ”

Unexpectedly, this lawyer was so loyal to Procott.

He took out a Glock and slapped it at Jackson: "It's okay to stay, you can be of some use to yourself." ”

Jackson rubbed his nose and his eyes wandered:

"I don't know how to use a gun."

"What a piece of rubbish."

Allison picked up the pistol and said with a look of disdain, "I won't either, but it doesn't prevent me from using it to protect myself." ”

She looked at Ethan and lit up Glock in her hand:

"What's the use of teaching me?"

Ethan suddenly broke out in white sweat, quickly crouched down, and after he dodged the muzzle, he grabbed Alison's hand.

Alison looked at the few people who were dodging with an embarrassed expression, and pursed her lips.

There was no good way now, Ethan grabbed her hand and said with a serious face: "The first rule, if you don't want to kill that person, don't point the gun at it." ”

"I'd suggest you put your gun up to the air, it's safer, okay?"

Pointing to the ground, Ethan was afraid that when she was nervous, she would pop her foot, although it was more dangerous to hand over the gun to a newcomer, and there was no other way now.

"I see."

Alison hurriedly grabbed the pistol with both hands and put it up.

Ethan pulled out his Glock and gestured, "Normally, the index finger is placed outside the retainer. ”

"When you see an enemy, pull the trigger."

"Don't worry about anything, you can shoot five or six shots when you see someone, and if you don't worry, it doesn't matter if you empty the magazine."

After confirming that she understood, Ethan stepped aside.

"Thank you."

Bunker whispered thanks, it had been a long time since anyone had stood up for him like Ethan.

"Don't let me down, okay?" Ethan stared into his eyes.

"I understand."

Bunker gripped the shotgun tightly in his hand.

(End of chapter)