Chapter 1242

In the following time, Luke and his wife basically swept through this routine and scared away many chat gangs.

One word - bluff!

It's impossible to catch them. I don't want to catch them all my life.

But these people can't be ignored, otherwise there will be many fights or even shootings, and finally the chain reaction riot may be caused by point to face.

Soon it was ten o'clock, and Luke and I finished the task of "volunteering to work overtime for two hours" tonight.

Selena has been reporting to the front desk, and the shift has been completed. Instead of patrolling the block, two colleagues from the organized crime investigation bureau, Ritchie and kajit, are on duty.

The relationship between the two colleagues is much closer than that of the patrolmen.

At least the police department and the organized crime investigation bureau should be regarded as "departments", both of which are subordinate to the investigation bureau of NYPD headquarters and have a lot of time to cooperate in handling cases.

Selena also reported the patrol situation with these two colleagues by the way to prepare them for tonight's work.

The other side is very polite, or More flattering?

In the headquarters, Selena gives a far deeper impression than Luke. Who makes the outstanding policewoman detective in the headquarters!

Selena's Trinity of face, body and temperament can be described as "four big ones" or even "two kings" in the old way.

The number of flowers, cards, small gifts and invitations to eat and play that Selena received is in line with this level.

In contrast, although Luke is handsome, few people in NYPD's male dominated field community pay attention to him.

Most of the female police officers who pay close attention to him are older and have little chance to contact him, and few of them are nice enough to pull their face down and make him keep a low profile.

Selena hung up and said, "end of work?"

Luke: "OK. Would you like to go home for a snack? "

Selena frowned for a moment and nodded, "eat some, or the ride tonight will not be perfect."

Luke Ho Ho: "actually, snacks are sweeter, and there is no meat."

Selena: of course, I'm not a gold nugget. It's going to be stupid just to eat sweet food

Some stupid dog head: (⊙ o ⊙)

they chatted, turned around, and drove to the stark building in the south.

After driving for a few minutes, Luke saw a car with a built-in alarm light parked on the side of the road. He couldn't help laughing and said, "kajit, they are starting to work."

Selena glanced, not interested: "they're all here. We can go home soon."

Luke made a sound, stepped on the gas and drove across the driveway from the police car.

The two cars crisscross and are soon more than fifty meters away.

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, and then there was the sound of glass debris breaking and scattering.

Luke looked in the rearview mirror, and Selena turned to look at it at the same time.

Near kajit's police car, a huge figure fell to the ground, trampling the ground out of a large crack.

Cargill and Ritchie didn't react slowly. A second after the figure landed, the two men rolled into their police car with alert, took out their guns and nodded to check the situation.

There are not many cars on the street at the moment. Luke quickly turned the steering wheel and finished turning with a tail flick.

Selena also turned her head. In the fast-moving car, her hand was as stable as before, and she quickly started various monitoring devices. She said, "that thing doesn't look like a human being."

Luke listened to the results of the monitoring equipment, and looked at the huge humanoid Monster: "people's stomach is not so big, and their mouth is not this virtue."

Selena grabs the walkie talkie: "don't fire, don't fire."

She wanted to remind Cargill to slow down so she and Luke could get close to the support.

The sound of the warning came from the stereo, echoed in the street, but it was a step too late.

Ritchie and Cargill, two veteran players, reacted a little too quickly.

Facing the man-shaped monster who came out of the window on the fifth floor with a box in his hand, they dodged observation and took out a gun to warn him quickly.

In less than five seconds, the two walked through the stage.

The two meter tall humanoid monster grinned at them and shouted, "get out of the way."

Looking at that ugly non-human face, the super big mouth that split to the back of the head, full of black teeth inside was disgusting, and they subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

There was a pea of gunfire.

The two veterans took the most routine operation in the police regulations and emptied the magazine at one breath.

In recent years, the change of police gun matching in the United States has a great impact on the firing rules.

At first, police in many places were equipped with overpowered military guns or powerful left rounds, so it was enough to "stop" criminals with a single shot or two in a row.Then in practice, the police found that they didn't need such a powerful pistol.

Glock, a "artifact" suitable for the daily use of the police, was welcomed by the younger generation of police at that time, and now it has become the mainstream police gun in the United States.

At this time, we found that two attacks were a little unreliable.

Police officers with a 0% hit rate of two shots in a row within five meters are everywhere, while Glock's ammunition capacity is very abundant, so the rule of three shots naturally appears.

But this still can't solve the situation that a large number of suspects are still jumping around and taking out guns to fight back.

The American police simply adopted the shooting rule of "until knocked down", which stipulates that when the police officers shoot, they must keep continuous output until they knock down the suspect and confirm that the other side has no counter attack ability.

Since then, many police officers shot more than ten times a second to hit a new generation of "wasp nest" news is common.

In these cases, no lawyer would waste his energy on attacking the "need to shoot so many guns".

Because this is the consensus of police everywhere, which is to let police officers reduce their concerns when shooting.

From this point of view, Ritchie and Cargill's shooting is absolutely no problem.

The problem is that they are not dealing with "suspects" in the ordinary sense.

After more than 30 bullets were fired, the big mouth whined seven or eight meters away, and there were more than ten bullet holes in his body.

In case of emergency, the shooting rate of these two senior detectives is close to 50%, which is already the elite level.

But just under the two people's eyes, the bullet holes of the big mouth monster emitted plumes of gray and black smoke, and its cry was full of pain, and the huge body rushed to the two people.

"LegCo!"

"Chette!"

Two people almost scolded at the same time, coincidentally to the car after hiding, ready to rely on car to separate each other.

At this time, a series of shots rang out not far behind them.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Luke drove with one hand, raised the M500 with the other, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The long muzzle of the gun is full of flames. There are obviously different time intervals between the five bullets. They are divided into three batches and shot at the big mouth monster.