In the more than ten years of criminal police experience over the weekend, there were very few real police and gangsters fighting, and even fewer people dared to fight back during the arrest. Many prisoners were the kind of people who immediately collapsed after seeing the police and didn't run much. This time, God gave him a big surprise.

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There are not many pedestrians on the streets of District C of Montek, and there is far less crowded streets than Los Angeles and New York. In this case, a white man was standing on the corner with a shoulder bag, very leisurely.

"Hey." A black man approached the white man at this time, and he was very straightforward: "I need a gun, a prepared pistol from the army five years ago."

Generally, people who make this request are military fans. They will collect military weapons, uniforms, helmets and leather boots according to the age. In a small circle of such people, these things are very valuable, but in the arms market of regular American stores, these things are even more expensive. If you buy guns in the United States through formal channels, it will be very expensive. The military order price is likely to be half of the purchase price of civilians. Therefore, many military fans will contact gun dealers in private to buy the one with the most in short supply and the most expensive in the entire series, because it is cheap. It is also because of the cheapness that this gun may have killed people.

However, these military fans don’t care much. In addition to occasionally going to the wild for fun, they spend most of their time hanging the gun on the wall. The gun will not hurt people and will not commit crimes again. This is also the reason why the US police cannot find tools for crimes in many cases. Users are likely to sell the gun to gun dealers at an extremely low price after committing the crime. The gun dealers will be sold to military fans. Then, the weapon will be safely hung in the home of a law-abiding resident, no one knows.

"You are talking about Bereta 92fs? The gun weighs 952g, 1162g after filling the magazine, 217mm in length, 125mm in length, 381m/s in length, and 50m in barrel." The gun dealer introduced very skillfully. They like to deal with these military fans the most because you have the final say in the price. If it is a street gangster, these people will explode the lowest price of guns on the street as soon as they meet, and will also add the sentence "Don't fool me."

"It seems that I've found the right person."

"ye, of course, Hans is the Walmart moving along this street, both discounted and complete products." The gun dealer turned his head to the alley behind him with a shoulder bag, and said before leaving: "e-on."

The two of them entered the alley one after another, and just opened the car door with Christina on the weekend.

"Is it the guy walking into the alley?"

Christina asked.

"That's right." He also unbuttoned his gun holster when answering on the weekend.

"Hans!"

What I didn't expect on the weekend was that Christina was as brainless as the policeman on the big screen in the cinema, and she suddenly shouted on the crowded street.

Hans is not Christina's informant. Such a person was yelled at the street. When he turned around, he saw two uniformed men staring at him. One of them was holding a gun in his hand. The result was... he turned around and ran away!

On weekends, with countless experience in street arrest, people must be familiar with the terrain. This is like catching drug dealers in a place with many alleys in China. If they are not careful, they will use the complex terrain to run without a trace. Generally, two waves of people are required to catch such people. One wave of people is chasing them to death, and the other wave of people drives on the street behind the street. No matter how they go around, these guys will go back to the street to find a car. Every household in Montek has a car and doesn’t even have a taxi. If there are no transportation tools in the town, they can drive on the street to chase this bastard on weekends.

"You chase, I'll block him." After weekend, he turned around and ran back, opened the car door, turned on the police lights, turned on the police lights and walked around the street next to him.

Christina shook her legs hard and rushed into the alley. She squatted on the ground with her hands in her head and looked at her honest black man. She ignored her. It doesn't matter whether she catches such a person or not. The one in the alley is the target.

I quickly arrived at the street behind this street on the weekend, and as I slowed down and searched along the street, my eyes kept aiming at the gaps between the houses of each household.

At this time, I didn't feel any danger on the weekend until...

bump!

A gunshot came out.

"I----Fuck!"

Chinese, he cursed a Chinese word after the gunshot.

It wasn't that he was shocked by gunfire on the weekend. The main reason was that he didn't know what happened next to these single-family houses, and he hated his mistakes even more. He shouldn't have let Christina go into the alley alone to chase after him. Because he was still a habit of being a detective in China on weekends, he naturally believed that arresting such people only requires two ends, and no one in China dared to shoot at the police. What's more, in his nearly two months of American police career, he has never encountered a criminal who dared to shoot at the police. Even the gangsters in the black area made Derek surrender. How could he suddenly become tense during the arrest on weekends?

On weekends when he pulled out his gun and drilled out of the car, he followed every path on the street. As long as he saw a figure, he vowed to shoot without hesitation.

What’s so annoying is that during the weekend, I just ran through the gap between two single-family houses while moving forward in small steps. As soon as I emerged from the third gap, I heard two gunshots, bumps, bumps!

It was only after the gunshot that he remembered to retract his body that was poked out on the weekend. This was not the result of long-term training, but a natural reaction. He even remembered the fact that he poked out his body to observe the situation in the alley. He also remembered the white man with a shoulder bag behind his back to shoot with his gun and the white T-shirt that had been twisted on the bastard.

"Shoot, son-of-a-tch!" Christina's screams came from the alley. She was chasing Hans in the alley while holding a gun and chasing Hans's trajectory. Weekend: "The ones who can hit you with a pistol while running 50 meters away are all special forces. Do you think a gun dealer can do it? You can suppress him to disrupt his aim..." Christina chased the alley where Hans disappeared just now, regardless of whether there was anyone in the alley holding the gun and pulling the trigger first, and rushed in after a gunshot.

call.

After a long breath on the weekend, Christina's voice greatly relieved his self-blame. After all, his partner was fine, otherwise the pressure of the gunshot just now would be too great. When he stepped forward and chased him again, he and Christina had completely formed a clamp on both lines. At this time on the weekend, he wanted to tear the gun dealer apart.

"The police officer was shot and no one was injured. We need support." Zhou shouted loudly at the walkie-talkie on his body.

Christina's voice rang in the alley again, and at the same time, she heard it on the weekend running wildly on the street: "Stop, you idiot, I don't want to take the police salary to run a marathon here with you..."

On the weekend when he was a little gasping during the rushing weekend, he said that he could not have thought that Christina had such good physical strength. He delayed himself while he was stumbled in the police station. If he was in China, it would be no problem to catch thieves and run two streets, but when he arrived in the United States, who would have thought that the American street manager wanted to commit suicide?

After chasing another alley, when he leaned into the alley again on the weekend, he finally saw Hans who could not run. Hans might have been too nervous because of Christina behind him. He was just overwhelmed by garlic under the t-shaped mouth and poured on the ground. He seized this opportunity on the weekend, rushed into the alley quickly, rushed into the alley for a while, then pulled the safety, raised the gun, aimed at Hans' leg, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

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He could see the beating of the pistol when it was fired. Although he was not used to it with the recoil, whether in terms of posture or the feeling of shooting, he would say that he was a professionally trained person on the weekend.

The bullet flew out along the barrel of the weekend. When he saw the effect of the bullet in his sight again, some soil was splashed two meters behind Hans. The recoil made the bullet pass over Hans who fell to the ground and hit the ground directly.

What kind of bad shooting skills is this? The two of them are only more than 30 meters away. They hold guns in both hands in a standing position at a distance of more than 30 meters, but they fail to hit the target when the target does not move?

If you let the gun be thrown over and hit people on the weekend, it would be 80% chance to hit Hans' head!

In the world of pistols, the distance between thirty meters and fifty meters is completely two concepts, and the two cannot be compared.

This shot shocked Hans. He was like a mouse frightened by firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. He quickly got up on the ground and ran away with his head. He even flew away when he fell. He didn't have time to pick up the gun just a few meters away. When he got up and ran, he had already opened the zipper and opened the backpack, which was directly removed and threw on the ground.

Now is not the time to make mistakes. If you turn around and run out of the alley on the weekend, you can only continue to encircle.

However, Christina was stunned when she chased the unmanned alley. In her eyes, she wrapped around the grass slanted to the ground. Not far away, there were two stacks of banknotes and an empty magazine, two pistols, and Benjamin Franklin printed on the hundred-dollar bills of the two stacks of banknotes was so kind that in terms of the thickness of the banknotes, these two stacks of banknotes were at least 20,000 US dollars.

Christina opened the package again. There were about three or four pistols inside and outside the package and five or six magazines that could be matched with the pistol. Apart from that, there was no bullet. This was completely out of stock for gun dealers. These wrinkled banknotes tied together by leather hoods are likely to be the payment for this batch of goods.

Why would a gun dealer put 20,000 dollars in his bag?

Why can an illegal crime have so much money?

Why should I be worried about my son’s tuition fees and have to mortgage the house and fill the holes that may not be filled even if the mortgaged house is not necessarily filled?

Christina struggled very much. On the one hand, she felt too much dissatisfaction in her heart. On the other hand, there was a voice trying to help her control her heart with just one sentence - you are a policeman.

Turning his head and looking at Christina around him, she found that there was no one here. She walked to the position outside the alley and looked at it. She found that the onlookers were standing far away after hearing the gunshots. The location of the bag and money was completely blocked by the mobile house. Unless there was a perspective eye, it would be impossible for anyone, any camera to capture it here...

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"Kerry, you're not injured, are you?"

He ran back out of breath over the weekend, and the gun had been stuffed back into the holster by him. Obviously, Hans ran away.

"It's okay, the most dangerous shot hit the fence of a passing family."

"Very, very sorry, I'm a little unaccustomed to gunfights with bandits on the streets." I'm sorry from the weekend. This is a habit that cannot be changed. When I'm a criminal policeman in China, I won't be able to draw guns without encountering major cases. Even if someone takes hostages, people of the captain or deputy captain are responsible for killing them. These criminal police officers often practice in shooting ranges. There are fewer practical opportunities to fight until they have been a criminal policeman on the weekend. It's not realistic to expect him to take out a gun and become a sharpshooter. If he is placed in a pressure-free shooting range, he might be able to hit ten rings in 30 meters, and he has to aim with a very familiar police gun for more than half a minute.

Christina suddenly broke out, and her expression was completely different from the one she didn't blame Zhouzhao for not much. She stretched out a finger and poked Zhouzhao's chest and cursed: "Do you know what happened just now is likely to kill yourself!"

"Why don't you see Hans shoot? He's a gun dealer, Texas law..." She changed her words: "Go to his mother's Texas law. If Hans gets ten meters or fifteen meters more, maybe you've become a dead person who fell to the ground!"

"i'm-sorry." He apologized sincerely over the weekend. He found that he had just brought his brains to the United States as a policeman, and all he left was a dead end.

"Don't apologize to me, anyway, it's not me who almost died." Christina turned around and left, saying before leaving: "You will write a report today, two copies!"

"Okay." He agreed with a smile on the weekend, and most importantly, they were all fine.

I lowered my head and bent over to stuff the "gun" and "empty magazines" on the ground into my bag on the weekend. I took a few more steps to pick up the opened gun with Hans' crossbody strap, put it in after I put it in.
Chapter completed!