boom!

Bang bang bang bang!

After the car crash and the warning of three shots, Smith's words were actually not important.

When everyone was attracted by the movement, they looked sideways... they naturally stopped fighting.

The new police officer was stunned...

They saw the man Smith held hostage with a police badge belonging to the sheriff, and the man was at most in his early forties, and he was in his prime.

Why did Smith, a thin old man, take the other sheriff hostage?

Although he was panting and showing fatigue on his face, the left arm that imprisoned the other person's neck did not relax at all. The muzzle of his right hand was pressed tightly against the other person's jaw, causing the flesh to sink, and clearly told everyone...

He is not a joke.

Carlos, White and other old people can't help but breathe...

Hiss.

It's still the original Smith, just as sharp...

It's so scary!

Only Smith himself understood that after doing all this, he had reached the limit of his physical strength, and he was not sure about the actions just now.

He is old.

The only thing that is thankful is that he succeeded!

One of the four cars in the Indian Police Department was hit and the other three cars stopped when they saw the situation. The police officers in the car responded quickly, pushed open the door and squatted down to form a defensive posture.

"Shit! Sheriff Dusses!"

"Let Dusses go, immediately!"

Smith took a deep breath and gradually calmed his breath, and his hoarse voice roared: "A bunch of trash, put down the gun, or I'll send him to God now!"

Dussys came to his senses from the dizziness of the impact. He was ashamed and angry, but he did not dare to act rashly.

Scan the scene.

A humiliating voice rang: "Do what he said!"

at the same time.

Philip had quietly arrived at the police car caller, turned the sound to the lowest level, and communicated with the contact station-

"Ask for help, ask for help, first-level incident!"

"We had a fire exchange with the Indian police, and there were casualties...repeat, there were casualties!"

...

Eugene.

The urban police station was empty, leaving only a few left-behind personnel.

They received news just now that the newly established rural and pastoral police station actually had a conflict with the Indian police station.

The city hall was shocked, and Sheriff Isaac took his men to set off.

Once the problem cannot be curbed, this will intensify the conflict with the reserved area, which no one wants to see.

Not long after the convoy left...

A middle-aged man in his forties walked into the police station.

The left-behind policeman saw him coming in and asked in confusion: "Hey, Mickey, why are you back? Didn't you just take a leave to see the hospitalized child?"

Mickey cursed: "Dog shit, a false alarm. I don't know who made a prank. When I rushed to the hospital, I found that it was not my son. His mother was reading fairy tales for him at home."

The man smiled and said, "It's so unlucky, but I'm also lucky, right? After we act as fathers, we will be nervous about them... Oh, by the way, do you want me to help you check the number of pranks?"

"No need." Mickey waved his hand first, then glanced at the quiet police station, "Strange, why are there only a few people on duty tonight?"

"You may not believe it. The farm and pastoral areas sent a first-level call for help. They fought with the Indians in the farm and pastoral areas. They heard that there were casualties and injuries, so Sheriff Isaac took people out."

"Luckily, I'm on duty today and I haven't been there... I don't want to exchange fire with people."

Mickey was shocked when she heard this. Three points were disguise and seven points were true feelings.

Even though, he knew Smith was going to play a big one.

But he didn't know it would be like this.

But what is in a tight position now is not the situation over there. In addition to him... there is also an insider in the police station!

The inner demon will get rid of the inner demon, and Mickey... will be promoted and will be completely written off with Smith.

After chatting for a few moments, he returned to his seat, staring at the few left-behind police officers, and was also guessing in his heart who would be who that person would be!

Young people will not be corrupted too much, and they will not have the courage to do something to kill and silence.

So Mickey's eyes were more focused on three police officers with more than five years of qualification.

However.

Time passes.

Half an hour passed, and the three of them remained motionless. Some were reading the Marvel comics that had just been updated, and some were listening to music...

"Mickey, help me. I have some diarrhea. How about helping me with the front?"

A voice woke him up.

Mickey immediately stood up, looked at the man holding his stomach, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but joking: "Hurry up, don't let the office fill your fart."

"Haha, no!" he said, hurried towards the toilet in the back hall.

Mickey shook her head helplessly and was about to sit on duty...

But before he could sit down, he suddenly stopped and turned around instantly, with an incredible look on his face: "It's him, how could it be him?"

While feeling shocked, Mickey took a step in an instant.

In the hall.

Several police officers did not move.

The man's back had turned into the gate of the back hall just now.

Mickey became more and more frightened. He was sure...that insider was the other party!

cocoa……

He also has children and a family.

Why do this?

Mickey felt unbearable, but her inner selfish desires occupied everything. Everyone was an insider. Obviously, there was no need to sympathize with anyone or laugh at him.

Instead, he wanted to get rid of this identity as soon as possible.

A violent aura surrounds the body.

Steps closer to the back hall...

He had already vaguely heard the exclamation of the Mexicans inside-

"What are you going to do?"

"Damn...you can't do this...help, help..."

Bang!!

The first gunshot was fired.

The sound spread throughout the police station.

Bang!!

Another sound.

The police officers in the front hall then realized that the gunshots came from the back hall.

But Mickey, who was already walking in the aisle, did not speed up because of this, just loaded the pistol...

Bang, bang!

The third tone, the fourth tone...

He finally rushed in.

In front of Mickey, the police officer on duty was holding a pistol and pointing at the last Mexican.

In the cage, all four of them fell into a pool of blood, hitting the vital points, and there was no possibility of survival.

The other party seemed to have heard the person behind him...

I couldn't help but turn my head.

But his facial features were ferocious, his face was filled with tears and full of regret—
To be continued...