"Show yourself immediately!" the senior officer, crouching on the front of the police car, shouted, but
he didn't put his gun away. In response, a document flew high into the air, landing in front of the police car with a "clack." "I am Assistant Inspector Jack Tavoler. You may contact the front desk immediately to verify my identity."
Since everyone suspected that the other party might be a member of "HR" bribed by Lai Ya, Jack naturally wouldn't rashly show his face and get shot.
Scarface had just been trying to stall for reinforcements, but now it was his turn.
"Get back to the back of the car, you idiot! There's a dangerous guy over there!"
The young trainee officer was about to put away his gun and pick up the document from the ground to examine it, but he retreated at the senior officer's roar.
"But sir, he's already identified himself."
The trainee officer was a little unsure of the situation, but the senior officer's eyes flickered, but he didn't explain further.
"It's obvious that your trainee instructor is a corrupt cop. He's been paid by the gang," Jack's voice came from behind the SUV.
"He's part of a corrupt police organization called 'HR,' ordered to kill and silence witnesses. Maybe after he takes me out, you'll be next."
Though inexperienced, the trainee officer was quick-witted. Upon hearing this, he immediately shifted his position, hiding behind the rear of the police car. He
kept himself out of Jack's line of fire and out of sight of his instructor.
"Stupid, I told you he's dangerous. Don't fall for it," the veteran officer said, his forehead already sweating.
It was all because 'HR' had paid him too much this time. They'd already paid him $50,000 upfront, and if he could help, even if it was just turning a blind eye, he'd get ten times that much.
The problem was, 'HR' hadn't told him he was dealing with an FBI agent, let alone an Assistant Agent in Charge.
If it were an ordinary FBI agent, he could have shot Scarface, not caring whether he killed him or not.
He could have just taken advantage of the chaos to free Scarface. If he were held accountable later, he'd at most be fired by the NYPD and live happily ever after with a lucrative salary. After all, this sort of thing isn't unprecedented. As long as he tricks the man into lowering his hands and then takes
advantage of the opportunity to shoot, even the presence of body cameras wouldn't be enough to prove his negligence. However, Jack acted incredibly experienced, as if he'd guessed what he was about to do, not giving him
a single chance to fire. Not only did he not reveal his position at all, he even offered his credentials and, finally, directly exposed
Scarface as a corrupt cop who took orders from "HR." Now the veteran officer was in trouble. If he backed down, it would only further solidify his identity as a corrupt cop, but continuing the standoff seemed equally disadvantageous.
Meanwhile, Jack was still blustering, "Let me guess, this isn't your regular patrol area, is it? I bet you haven't even received a dispatch from headquarters.
What did your trainee instructor just explain to you? Did he answer a phone call and then tell you there was intelligence from an informant?"
The trainee officer was now even more uneasy, and from time to time he would glance at the senior officer crouching on the front of the car, only to find that the muzzle of his gun seemed to be slanting towards him. Startled, he subconsciously raised his hand and fired a shot into the air.
"Drop the gun! Sir, I'm serious!"
At this moment, the sirens blared again in the distance. The senior officer felt his eyes go dark, and he was nearly pissed off by this rookie he had only been training for a week. "Are you fucking crazy? You just believed that bastard's nonsense?"
"No, I'm not an idiot! How about this? Put down your gun, pick up that ID, and verify his identity with the front desk. I think there must be some misunderstanding here."
The trainee officer had barely finished speaking when he saw the senior officer's gun pointed at him. He instinctively ducked his head.
The next moment, a gunshot rang out.
The bullet sparked on the trunk lid and hit the asphalt road, almost brushing against the trainee's scalp. Another gunshot rang
out
, and the trainee officer shuddered in fear. Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the six months of training at the New York Police Department had taught him that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
After a moment's hesitation, he finally mustered the courage, raised his gun, and stood up, ready to pull the trigger in the direction of the senior officer, only to be met with a body slumped on the hood of a police car.
Only then did he realize the second gunshot came from the wrong direction. Horrified, he turned toward the overturned SUV on the side of the road. He saw a handsome man in a suit holding a short, burly "hostage" in his left hand, the dead-dog-like figure in his right. The muzzle of his 10mm SIG Sauer P320 was still smoking.
The trainee officer instinctively tried to turn his gun toward the man, but as he looked at him, he instinctively turned it aside.
"Don't panic, our reinforcements will be here soon." Seeing his lips pale and trembling, Jack flashed a warm smile, revealing his eight large white teeth.
He had acted so cowardly before because he didn't want to harm innocent people. Even with all the power of "HR," the chances of him bribed a trainee officer were slim.
The two were only about twenty meters apart. Even if Jack didn't strike first, with his current marksmanship and skill, he could easily kill the enemy with one or two shots.
But if that happened, the trainee officer's death would be a profoundly unjust outcome.
"
You're a lucky guy, Officer Fuller," Danny patted the trainee on the shoulder. The officer was frantically blowing into a paper bag to prevent respiratory alkalosis.
One consequence of excessive adrenaline is hyperventilation, which leads to over-metabolism of dissolved carbon dioxide in the blood, resulting in an "alkaline state" in the body.
Mild cases can cause numbness in the hands and feet and dizziness, while severe cases can even lead to death.
The simplest treatment, like the trainee's current situation, is a paper bag. If breathing still doesn't return to normal, sedation is the only option.
Leaving the rookie to the care of the paramedics, Danny pulled Jack aside and whispered, "Can you explain how Superman Jack was able to overtake a speeding SUV on foot and blow out its tires using a .56 rifle round fired from a 10mm pistol?"
Reese drove away, leaving the upturned Dolanger Tahoe alone besides the police cars that arrived later.
"You can write your report and give all the credit to the trainee."
Jack tossed him the bomb remote he'd just found in the car, then mentioned Scarface, who'd been beaten to a pulp.
"He's one of Leah's closest associates. I need your interrogation room. And please notify Detective Fusco and ask him if he's interested in coming for revenge."
(End of Chapter)