Chapter 4 The suspect has been shot dead

"Come on! You sons of bitches! Get out here!"

A series of gunshots rang out, followed by a crazy shout.

Bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out and sparks flew above his head. Taribo could not help but move inside and pulled the police officer lying outside in with great effort.

But listening to the suspect's incessant cursing, Taribo cursed inwardly while pulling hard.

"I've let you go, why don't you run! Do you really want to kill the police? You damn lunatic!"

At this point, Taribo, who already looked like a middle-aged man, was in tears.

"If you don't come, York, you will really have to collect my body! If I die, what will happen to my lovely daughter?"

At this moment, Taribo, who was leaning against the car body, opened his eyes wide.

In his field of vision, an ordinary pickup truck appeared behind his police car.

With his hormones exploding, Taribo discovered for the first time that his eyesight was so good that he could clearly see what was inside the pickup truck.

"shit!"

The sound of gunfire was still ringing in his ears, but Taribo collapsed on the ground, his whole body weak and he cursed inwardly.

"This guy is really..."

In Taribo's eyes, the person in the car was either York or someone else.

The most outrageous thing is that York was holding a cup of coffee, which means he was drinking coffee while driving.

"But it's better to come!"

Taribo seemed to have regained courage, and his originally weak body suddenly became strong.

Seeing York put the coffee on the console and then get out of the car, Taribo felt more and more relaxed. Even the sparks that frightened him were no longer in his eyes.

He could even watch York slowly move to the back of the pickup truck, and under the cover of the pickup truck, walk to the trunk of the police car he was driving, while raising the Glock 17 in his hand and firing a few shots at the back.

But obviously, all the random shots missed, and instead angered the suspect, making his firepower even more fierce.

"Come on! You sons of bitches, aren't you here to arrest me? Come out!" Along with the suspect's roar, the sound of gunfire continued.

Bang bang bang!
The crisp sound of bullets hitting the car body continued to explode, directly blowing out the tires of the police car.

"shit!"

Taribo quickly lowered his head and couldn't help but look towards York.

At the same time, the sudden intense movement also attracted York's attention.

York opened the trunk of the police car, leaned out and took a look with his peripheral vision. Seeing the suspect just firing at the police car in front of him and shouting, he felt a little relieved.

At the suspect's speed, it would take at least a minute for him to get in front of Taribo and shoot him, and this time was enough for him to prepare everything.

The view was pulled back and stopped in the trunk. York passed by the 12-gauge M870 shotgun and picked up a rifle placed next to it.

AR-15 automatic rifle, caliber 5.56mm, small caliber, accurate, high bullet velocity, gas tube automatic mode, can be equipped with a variety of accessories, and can use a series of optical devices to cooperate with or replace mechanical sights. "Interesting, did Taribo prepare in advance?" York took a look at the pile of accessories and some aiming optical devices placed next to him, and couldn't help but smile.

“Maybe it was necessary before, but now.”

Thinking of this, York held the gun in his right hand and pulled the bolt with his left hand, while leaning against the trunk with half of his body exposed from the gap between the two cars.

When you grab the AR-15 handguard with your left hand, with your thumb on top to control the muzzle's upward movement and your index finger extended out to press against the handguard and the muzzle pointing toward the target, the buttstock has quickly pressed against the upper pectoral muscles and clavicle, naturally pressing against the edge of your cheek.

At the same time, bring your arms inward.

"The distance is about fifty-five meters..." The thought flashed through his mind, and Yorks had already aimed at the suspect who was shooting and shouting wildly.

The distance of fifty-five meters seemed right in front of him, and York could see a standard crosshairs appear on the suspect's forehead.

"Come on! Come out! You guys are here to arrest me!"

The suspect was still approaching while shouting and firing, but he was suddenly stunned. He sensed something and looked past the annoying police car only ten meters in front of him and into the distance ahead.

He saw a tall figure appear in the gap between a police car and a pickup truck. He was leaning against the police car, holding a rifle and aiming it at him in a very standard shooting posture.

The suspect was startled and instinctively raised the rifle in his hand, but York had already pulled the trigger.

boom!
The 5.56mm bullet shot out from the muzzle like a tiger, and York could clearly see its trajectory as it cut through the air and flew towards the suspect with a whistling sound, who had no time to react.

In York's slow-time-like vision, every rotation and vibration of the bullet was magnified, as if it were a dynamic art picture.

puff!
The suspect's forehead was hit by a huge force, his skin broke instantly, and blood splattered everywhere.

In his wide-open eyes, there was only York who was slowly putting away his gun. It was as if the whole world was filled with that scene. Then his body trembled violently and he fell down weakly.

Seeing this, York held the gun in one hand, pursed his lips, and strode towards Taribo who was hiding under the police car.

"solved?"

Hearing Taribo's voice, York nodded, walked to his side in one breath, threw the AR-15 in his hand into his arms, squatted down and stopped the bleeding of his colleague who was shot.

"We can withdraw the support now. I think the SWAT team shouldn't have set out yet." York said as he performed simple compression to stop the bleeding on a colleague who was seriously injured and almost unconscious.

This is a normal thing. In this world, the PDs who can arrive at the scene to provide support within ten minutes are all patrol officers who are notified by the dispatch center and happen to be on patrol duty nearby.

Just like in Taribo's case, he was probably patrolling nearby and happened to receive a notification from the dispatch center before rushing over to provide support.

At the same time, based on the on-site situation reported and the firepower of the suspect, the reinforcements will basically make some deployments and preparations in advance, so it will take at least fifteen minutes to arrive at the scene.

Even so, we still calculate it at a faster speed. After all, the preparation time plus such a long distance cannot be ignored.

"Shit! I was so scared!"

Taribo looked at York who was trying to stop the bleeding, took a quick breath to suppress his previous emotions, pressed the digital walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and spoke in a deep voice.

"This is 10-L-15, Code 4 (clear, no other units required). Suspect has been killed, requesting reinforcements be withdrawn."

(End of this chapter)