The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1450: Good Luck

"Life, can you let me go this time?"

“Sometimes I feel so tired but I don’t know why I should persist.”

Humming a tune that no one else could understand, Jack opened the car door and appeared like a hero, stepping on the broken glass on the ground.

Two gunmen were about to rush into the hotel, one was knocked far away and folded into a strange shape on the hotel front desk counter, and the other was directly crushed under the wheels like some insignificant speed bump.

Jack threw the two MDX508 short-barreled assault rifles he brought to Aubrey and Fusco who came over happily. He glanced at the seemingly tragic lobby and realized that the situation was actually not too bad.

The two bodies of the gunmen were the only casualties at the scene. The civilians and a security guard who was hiding in a corner and was scared to the point of peeing his pants were almost unharmed. The most serious injuries were minor injuries such as being stabbed by broken glass.

Both gunmen used fully automatic weapons. It was not easy for Aubrey and Fusco to hold their ground in the hotel lobby with their pistols and prevent the other side from rushing in and killing people.

Aubrey always has a rifle and bulletproof plates in his car, but it was obvious that the incident happened suddenly and he had no chance to go back and get the equipment.

"Where are Reese and Doctor Turing?"

Jack didn't see the two protagonists of this trip, and thought to himself, could it be that "Genmei" has already completed her goal?
I have the impression that Genmei's official appearance this time was aimed at the "POI" duo, and later she took advantage of the chaos to hijack Finch, who had basically no fighting power.

Could it be that because of my appearance, Finch was not in trouble, and instead she kidnapped Reese? I will have to laugh at this guy in the future.

"I don't know, maybe he's still upstairs." As Fusco spoke, his eyes kept glancing at the gunman who was still twitching and spitting blood under the wheel. "These two are just holding us back. There are five or six other guys who took the elevator up from the parking lot. We have to find them quickly."

"I can go up alone. Evacuate the civilians and wait for reinforcements. You take the walkie-talkies and go to the parking lot to guard. It would be best if you could find the car they drive and destroy it. Finch is here too. Communication will be restored soon and reinforcements will arrive soon."

Jack pointed to the earphones in his ears.

When the two saw Jack, they felt like they had found their backbone again, and nodded repeatedly when they heard what he said.

Jack picked up the Noveske N4 he had been using before, and patted the hood with great satisfaction as he walked past the front of the car.

This modified bulletproof sports car that was seized is quite durable. Although it certainly cannot compete with a fully insured semi-trailer, there is not even a dent on the front after such a violent collision. It will just need a repaint later.

I don’t know when the “machine” baby will be free. I’ll have to have a good talk with it then. Although he doesn’t care much about driverless cars, it’s still nice to have a “Finch” or “Justin” with him that can respond to his needs 24 hours a day.

Walking to the stairwell, Jack pressed the door opening button of each elevator and found that none of them were occupied. He turned around and walked to the frightened security guard and kicked him lightly, signaling him to come back to his senses.

"Where is the hotel's freight elevator?"

"At the corner of the corridor over there." The security guard's eyes were still a little straight, and he answered Jack's question subconsciously. His gaze fell on the gunman's body at a strange angle at the hotel front desk.

From his angle, he just happened to be facing the corpse's face with its eyes open after death, but when he turned his head, the guy vomited all over the floor.

"Maybe you can consider changing your career." Jack looked at the pistol on his waist that was not even unholstered, and shook his head speechlessly.

The hotel has two freight elevators, one of which is working and the other is not. The disabled one showed that it had stopped at the 26th floor. Jack, who already knew what was going on, walked into the working freight elevator and pressed the button for the 24th floor.

"Jack, where are you now?" Finch's voice suddenly came from the headset. "In the elevator, heading to the 24th floor, have you figured out the signal tower?" Jack was a little surprised at his efficiency.

“Not yet. Completely repairing these signal towers requires engineers to manually operate one by one, but I have added this mobile phone number to the whitelist in the DHS program.

I am the only one in this area who can make calls now. Mr. Reese's phone is still on the line. I will switch to a three-way call after the call is connected later."

Finch's speech speed returned to that nervous speed, "Listen, Jack, before I lost contact with Reese, I provided him with an evacuation route.

From the freight elevator in the northwest corner of this building, you can go directly down to the parking lot on the fourth floor below ground, where there is an abandoned maintenance passage leading to the old water purification plant in the direction of the port. I will drive and wait there. "

"I understand. I'm already in the freight elevator. Can you help me take a look at the surveillance footage on the 25th floor? I suspect Reese and the others are stuck on the 26th floor and can't come down." Jack asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. The building's surveillance was damaged before. It should be Simmons's people who broke into the building's surveillance center. Um, Reese's call has been connected."

Before Finch finished speaking, Reese's low and hoarse voice came from Jack's headphones, "Harold (Finch), what happened?

Simmons's manpower seems endless. I killed two of them and now I am stuck on the 26th floor. They have people upstairs and downstairs. "

"I'm here to provide support, Reese, count from 1 to 20 and then go down the emergency stairs." Before Jack finished speaking, the elevator door opened automatically with a ding.

"Finch, are you sure all the surveillance has been destroyed?" Jack asked while rushing quickly to the safety stairs.

Although Finch didn't understand why he asked this, he still gave a positive answer, "I can confirm that all the surveillance cameras in the building are offline."

In other words, Superman Jack is now online.

"Bang!" A gunman who heard the noise and looked down had his brain exploded, scaring his two companions.

Before the two could react, a figure stepped directly on the stair railing and flew up from the narrow corridor as if gravity did not exist.

Yes, it was just like flying up on a tightrope in the movies. Because the corridor was too narrow, Jack even used his feet to push off the wall to complete a beautiful flying turn.

With two gunshots, "Bang! Bang!", the three gunmen guarding the door of the safety stairs were all shot in the head and died before they could even fire a single shot.

"Jack?" Reese's puzzled voice came from above his head.

"Hurry up, the people guarding the elevator are coming." Just as Jack finished speaking, a series of bullets hit the fire door of the emergency passage, creating sparks.

"It's you, you are the IRS agent?" Caroline Turing, who was being pulled downstairs by Reese, widened her eyes in surprise.

The surprise may be real, but the pitiful look is also really pretended.

Jack simply nodded at her, leaned against the door, and fired back a burst of bullets in the direction of the bullets coming from the corridor outside the door.

(End of this chapter)