Chapter 1018 Police Station No. 13

"Since you regard him as a vacation, then I will go to Detroit with you. It just so happens that I still have a few days left on my vacation." As soon as Jack said this, the others couldn't help but look at him.

"Really?" John looked overjoyed, but then he came to his senses and shook his head quickly, "Forget it, don't delay your return to New York to celebrate the New Year with your friends just because of my little things."

"Our New Year's Eve celebration has been cancelled. Hannah plans to stay indoors and play games for a whole week. Some people (Jiejie) want to spend the New Year with their parents, and others have their own plans."

Jack spread his hands and said helplessly, "So I was freed, and I was looking for a place to play for two days." Then he briefly talked about the unfortunate case that the wanted criminal team had just experienced.

"It does sound uncomfortable and frustrating." Nila Harper wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, picked up the wine glass under Jack's surprised gaze, and showed him the juice inside.

"It's all due to pregnancy hormones. I've been like this from time to time recently."

Jack followed her gaze down, and then noticed her slightly bulging belly, "Aha, congratulations on becoming a mother again."

After this interruption, everyone started laughing again, and John also gave up the idea of ​​trying to dissuade Jack from going with him under Tim's low explanation.

After all, this is Detroit, which even "RoboCop" can't suppress. Although after decades of decline and eventual city bankruptcy, the local area is said to be gradually recovering.

However, the restored areas are limited to satellite towns around Detroit. Except for a small area in the core of the city center, less than half a mile from the General Motors Center, you can see weeds and abandoned buildings. scene.

He knew with all his ass that a certain union president would never be kind enough to place John in an area with good security.

"So which branch is John going to?" Lucy curiously opened the electronic map on her phone.

"Precinct 13, one of the oldest police stations in Detroit, is currently planning to relocate. It will move to a new location after the New Year. Some veteran police officers are about to retire, and some police officers have been transferred to other precincts, so There are some shortages of manpower.”

Gray clearly did his homework the first time he received the application.

"Police Station No. 13?" Lucy quickly found the target on the map, and then used Google Street View to check it. "It seems like it's surrounded by a factory area?"

Angela looked at her phone and frowned, "Damn, this place looks like a ruin."

"That's why they are going to the new police station. The factory area there has completely declined, and it is very close to the most dangerous East Side of Detroit. But the good news is that the decay there is complete enough, so it is not that dangerous. It is said that there are even people nearby Over the coyotes.”

Gray's words made everyone look at each other in shock. Judging from the map, this place is considered an urban area. You can actually see large wild animals. The degree of desolation in this city is evident.

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"I really think we should bring more guns." Jack showed an FN57 to the airport security. After he confirmed that the bullets were separated, he put it back into the special gun case and locked the combination lock.

This was the first time that he was looking forward to the business jet that Rossi had promised to the wanted criminal group. The procedure for taking a domestic flight with a gun was very troublesome, even if he, a federal agent, wanted to bring an extra one. The procedure for getting a spare gun on a plane is also extremely troublesome.

As for John, a LAPD citizen who could only be considered a civilian outside of Los Angeles, the procedures for carrying a gun on a plane were much more troublesome than that of a federal agent. He had to fill out several more forms. After hearing this, he raised his head and complained, "I really don't." I understand why you insist on me bringing my go-to gun.”

"Because someone told me, never trust a weapon that you have not personally tested. Of course, if your marksmanship is as good as your driving skills, then you can pretend that I didn't say anything."

Jack was quite impressed with the driving skills of veteran driver John, because he didn't need them at all on a daily basis, and his large vehicle driving skills were still at the entry level.

The extra Belgian-made FN57 that Jack carried, also known as the "Police Killer", came from Chris's collection. He specially bought it from the secret arsenal underground at the Wolfe Brothers Farm for this trip to Detroit.

Tim helped find a backdoor and entered the gun number into the system an hour before they arrived at the airport. Otherwise, even if Jack revealed his FBI identity, he would not be able to bring a black gun onto the plane.

This semi-automatic pistol uses a strange 5.7×28 mm caliber pistol bullet. It has a magazine capacity of up to 20 rounds. Its small recoil seems to be very contradictory to its excellent armor-piercing performance.

In fact, the effect of FN57 when using ordinary civilian 5.7mm pistol bullets is almost the same as that of 9mm Parabem pistol bullets, and may even be slightly inferior due to its lighter weight.

But in addition to European guys who are particularly good at blowing, military-grade SS190 ammunition, whether used on the FN57 or its big brother P90 submachine gun, has the absolute ability to penetrate the soft body armor equipped by the police within the effective range and is guaranteed to be equivalent. Considerable damage aftereffect.

This is the origin of the nickname FN57 "Cop Killer", and it is also the reason why Jack insists that his team members work hard to exercise, not to bother them when they go on missions, and insert an extra bulletproof plate in the front and back.

Although there are a lot of guns in the United States, and you can get a shot of scrap metal on the black market for a hundred or so dollars, the power of civilian bullets is mostly lackluster, at least in terms of armor-piercing ability.

LAPD patrol officers like John usually use ordinary soft body armor when on duty. No one would deliberately sit in a police car with two boards inserted in the front and back for a whole day. That would really cover up heat rash.

But for the wanted criminal team that deals with a group of gangsters on a daily basis, whether it is rifle bullets used for long guns or military steel-core pistol bullets with special coatings, in front of these ammunition, police soft body armor and paper paste The difference is not big.

Although the sidearm is a Sig Sauer P320-XTen, which is more powerful than the FN57 and uses 10mm NATO bullets, but considering that this time we are going to the dangerous Detroit with John, a guy who is no less troublesome than himself,

Jack, who didn't take the FK7.5 out this time, thought about it and got himself a backup gun just in case.

There was no talking all the way, and after a flight of more than 4 hours, when Jack and John left Detroit Metropolitan Airport in a rented Subaru SUV, they were greeted by falling snow.

"It seems that your union chairman has really taken great pains. Not only is his work extremely efficient, but he also deliberately picked a good day." Jack teased while looking at the navigation system to identify the road.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Before New Year's Eve, I was kicked out of the warm Los Angeles and came to the icy Detroit to enjoy the severe cold of more than 10 degrees below zero. Even John, who has always been optimistic, couldn't help but grimace and put his mobile phone on his face. Jack swayed in front of him.

"The weather forecast says there's going to be a snowstorm tonight."

"Stop talking, I already regret accompanying you on this trip."

Jack applied the brakes and slowed down slightly to read the road signs, then carefully turned the steering wheel and turned the last corner. A scene that looked like the end of the world appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking through the scattered snow flying all over the sky, there are rows of high-voltage iron towers in the distance, and an equally astonishing number of tall chimneys nearby.

But the high-voltage wires on the tower had long drooped to the ground, and there was no trace of smoke at the tops of the tall chimneys. With Jack's extraordinary eyesight, he could clearly see the dilapidated factories and twisted railroad tracks below the chimneys.

Fortunately, the destination of their trip was in sight. After passing an abandoned chapel that was in disrepair and not even a single stained glass window was left, Subaru stopped by a flagpole with a faded stars and stripes hanging on it.

"The last time I saw such a quiet place of ice and snow was in damn Wyoming." Jack looked at the rather old brownstone building in front of him and felt an old atmosphere from the 1950s.

"Is this Police Station No. 13?"