Chapter 24: Sitting in jail
There are rooms on both sides of the corridor.

The doors were closed, but they were not facing each other, nor were they connected.

"come out!"

Rez said loudly, walking slowly into the hallway, aiming at the first closed door and approaching it cautiously.

"I found you, I swear."

Step by step, while his peripheral vision stayed on the door opposite, Rez took a deep breath and kicked hard at the first door.

Bang! With a loud bang, the door suddenly exploded inwards.

Rez's eyes darted around, trying to find the person hiding inside in this instant.

But inside it was just an ordinary room layout, and there was no panicking person as he had imagined.

Rez instinctively wanted to breathe out, but just after he kicked the door open, he heard a series of noises.

From the feedback of hearing and perception, it was clear that as soon as he kicked, there was movement on the other side.

The source of the noise was the last door inside.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the last door suddenly move backwards. When he saw a figure appear, Rez hurriedly moved his gun and pulled the trigger at the figure that had already rushed out of the door.

Bang! The sound of a gunshot shook Lindsay, who was in the living room and had no idea what was going on. She stared at the aisle, but her view was blocked by the wall, so she had no idea what was going on inside.

"How dare you shoot!"

York held up the gun-holding right hand of Rez, who was in shock, with a calm expression on his face.

He had the right idea.

Rather than confronting the suspect face to face, which would not guarantee the safety of the person who called the police, it would be better to sneak in and make some noise to attract the suspect to come over.

As for why he was so sure that the suspect would come, it was because he also heard the conversation between the suspect and the person who called the police.

The reason for hiding in the last room deep in the last corridor is that the suspect will definitely not miss the first room in front when searching in his fear and suspicion.

By the time his attention was fully focused on the first room, the initiative had already shifted to his side.

So the end result was that he lifted the suspect's gunman's hand just in time for him to hit the ceiling.

"police!"

Rez put away his surprise, looked at York who suddenly appeared in front of him, and said sternly, "Prepare to do something."

"Congratulations on your guess."

As soon as he finished speaking, York's left hand had already followed up and grabbed Rez's left shoulder. He used his waist to grab Rez's upper body and pressed it down, and his left knee straightened up.

He hit Rez's upper chest hard.

Peng!
There was a dull thud, and Rez cried out in pain. The impact of the knee knocked his upper body crooked, and he was completely unable to retaliate.

The pistol he was relying on was forcibly twisted off by Yorks as he moved backwards and his movements became deformed.

"SIG Sauer P320 pistol? You have good taste."

York glanced at the twisted-off pistol, raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

The gun is 0.18 meters long, 0.13 meters high, 0.035 meters wide, weighs 0.73 kilograms when empty, has a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, and can be equipped with a SIGLITE luminous sight.

One of the most popular pistols among the free American people, it has always been known for its good looks.

When the data of this pistol flashed through York's mind, Rez, with the pain in his chest, covered his trembling right hand in pain, and stared at York with a ferocious face.

"f*** you!"

After escaping York's control, he did not run away, but continued to rush towards York, punching him.

"Illegal trespassing, assault, kidnapping, suspected murder, assaulting a police officer and resisting arrest, spend the rest of your life in jail!"

As Yorks' calm voice sounded, he calmly put away his SIG P320 pistol, and before Rez's fist arrived, he quickly attacked with his right hand and grabbed his right wrist.
He turned his body and rested his back on Rez's chest. With his 187cm height and strong physique, Yorks stood on his toes and gave Rez a gorgeous shoulder throw with just one hand.

boom!
As his body came into contact with the hard ground, there was a louder muffled sound, and Rez fell on his back, feeling that all the bones in his body were falling apart.

"You're moving too slow for me."

York ignored Rez's groan, grabbed his hands and forced his chest to the ground, pressed his knees on his back, and handcuffed his hands. "Get up!"

After doing this, Yorks used the handcuffs to forcibly pull up the still groaning Rez and walked towards the living room.

Lindsay, who had been feeling very nervous, suddenly broke down when she saw the police carrying Rez, who looked in pain, in front of her.

"Wuwuwu~" She struggled continuously, but also burst into tears. Tears mixed with blood and sweat made her face a mess.

This frightened York, who was carrying Rez, and he hadn't seen clearly when he crawled into the backyard. Now in front of him, the person who called the police really looked in a very bad condition. The blood on his head had made his hair sticky.

Seeing this, York grabbed the suspect in front of him by the scruff of the neck, and unceremoniously kicked him to the ground again with his right foot, then ignored his groans and quickly walked over.

"Are you OK?"

York leaned over and tore off the tape on the mouth of the person who called the police and asked.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Who knew that the person who called the police was just crying.

"I'm the LAPD. The suspect has been controlled. You're fine now."

Yorks soothed her while untying the rope that bound the person who called the police. However, the moment Yorks untied the rope, Lindsay ran into his arms and started crying, which showed how scared she was.

"Uh."

York's body froze, he gave a helpless smile, and took out the digital walkie-talkie he carried with him.

"10-A-11, someone is injured, an ambulance is needed."

"receive."
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No. 130, Kasongo Block.

People nearby or neighbors who heard the noise pointed and talked in that direction.

There was an ambulance parked on the street, as well as a police Chevrolet Caprice with its lights flashing.

At this time, the injured caller Lindsay was already lying on a stretcher, being carried out of the house by paramedics and carried towards the ambulance.

"Yorks, it was you who made me leave this time, but congratulations on saving another person."

Sal, the paramedic who had rushed to the scene of the shooting, looked at York who was pushing the suspect out and shrugged.

Yorks avoided the burning gaze in the ambulance and responded casually, handing the suspect in his hand to Kino who got off the car.

"Sal, I wish you wouldn't go out, even once."

Sal curled his lips and said as he closed the back door, "Do you think it's possible?"

York smiled and said, "Impossible."

Of course he knew it was impossible, this was the famous Los Angeles.

"Lindsay! Don't leave me! Please! I love you!"

At this time, the suspect's shout suddenly sounded, and York's mouth twitched, "Is love like this?" The man's head was covered with blood.

Even Sal, who had just closed the door, looked coldly at the shouting suspect Rez, and then looked at York.

"I'm leaving now. Let's drink together someday."

"OK, it's your treat!"

York gestured, tapped his forehead, watched Sal, who rolled his eyes at him, get into the ambulance, and then gave Kino a look:
Why don't you send the suspect in?
Realizing this, Kino quickly pushed Rez, who kept pushing and refusing to get into the back seat of the police car, into the back seat, then slammed the door.

"Are you OK?"

Kino looked at the blood on York's chest and said worriedly, he had just heard a gunshot.

"It's okay, it's just the blood on the body of the person who called the police." Yorks patted the blood on his chest with a nonchalant look and walked towards the co-pilot seat.

"You drive this time."

He is responsible for the speedy attack and saving every second, so Kino should be responsible for the return trip. The division of labor must be clear, driving is very tiring.

(End of this chapter)