Chapter 1172 FBI Joins the Battlefield (Part 2) (Two Chapters in One)

What appeared before everyone was a tragic scene of death and injury. Five or six police officers and civilians fell in the middle of the road. Under them, blood was flowing along the road surface in a shocking line and into the roadside gutter.

The El Centro Central College mentioned by Officer Rocha was located at the northwest corner of the intersection. The parade was moving from west to east. The police cars of DPD (Dallas Police Department) were parked on both sides of the team, blocking the intersection in the north and south directions.

There were a total of five police cars here, three of which were parked at the north intersection and the other two were parked in the south.

The attack should have come from the north of the police officers, that is, Lamar Street, the frontage road on the east side of the tallest main building in the El Centro Central College complex.

Because the three police cars parked at the north intersection were full of bullet holes on one side, and judging from the posture of the dead falling to the ground, the attackers obviously attacked them from behind.

"Attention! The other party is a professional gunman with amazing shooting skills."

Jack noticed at a glance that a police officer who was standing right behind the police car at the time of the incident was still shot dead. The bullet holes on the police car were quite concentrated and deliberately avoided the wheel hub.

The main building of the college where they were at the moment was an 8-story building, long from north to south and wide from east to west. The west side was connected to the annex building, the south side was Mel Street where the parade was located, and the east side was Lamar Street where the gunfight took place.

Jack and his four companions came from Mel Street from west to east. At this time, the gunshots became sparse again, but it could be seen that there were still police officers in the middle of the intersection using their pistols to fight back in the direction of Lamar Street.

The first floor of the college's main building was all large floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows. Some of the glass had been beaten into spider webs and could not be used as a cover at all. The four had to use the cars parked on both sides of the road to continue bending forward.

"Hey, man, what happened?" When approaching the intersection, Aubrey waved at two police officers squatting at the rear of a car.

The two police officers, a man and a woman, were both black and young. They held their guns tightly in their hands and gasped nervously.

They were in a delicate position, just at the edge of the "battlefield". They were obviously scared. The male police officer had a large blood stain on his chest, but it was obvious that the blood stain did not belong to him.

The part of the black female police officer's thick lips that was not covered by lipstick had completely lost its color, and her limbs twitched involuntarily. This was not the effect of adrenaline, but the symptoms of alkalosis caused by tension and excessive breathing.

Jack noticed that the style of the police uniforms on the two people was different from that of DPD. There was the word "DART", which seemed to be the police belonging to the Dallas Rail Transit System.

"Find her a paper bag." This kind of respiratory acute alkalosis can be quickly relieved by adjusting the breathing towards the paper bag to restore the balance of carbon dioxide content in the blood.

Therefore, after giving the order, Jack did not care about the black female police officer anymore, and put his hand on the shoulder of another black male police officer who looked relatively calm.

"Calm down, officer, we are the FBI, tell us what happened?"

"FBI? What FBI? Why is there an FBI here?" The black officer's pupils were dilated, one leg was shaking unconsciously, and he uttered a series of questions like singing rap.

Just when Jack was hesitating whether to slap him to help him regain his sanity, Aubrey had already taken the initiative.

He pinched the other's cheek with one hand and patted the other cheek with the other hand, "Hey, man, wake up, you are a cop! Where is your professionalism! You are a professionally trained person, look around, those citizens are still counting on you!"

".Ah, yes, I'm fine." The black officer seemed to be much more sober, and wiped his face randomly, not noticing that the blood on his hand was smeared all over his face.

"Someone attacked us from north to south on Lamar Street. Many people fell before we could figure out what was going on. Kroll died, as did Captain Aarons of DPD. People in the parade were shot. Oh, damn, many people fell at once.

He was coming for us, targeting the police, absolutely. Most of the people who were shot were ours."

"He? You mean there was only one gunman?" Jack noticed that he used the singular.

"Yes, I only saw one person, this damn Nige, he just stopped the car on the side of the road, and you can see the black SUV with the lights flashing when you turn the corner, and then he swaggered towards us with an AK and started shooting."

At this time, another round of gunfire rang out, and a man shouted loudly from the shoulder microphone of Officer Xiaohei and the walkie-talkie in Officer Rocha's hand at the same time, "Officer fell to the ground! Officer fell to the ground! Oh, damn, he is still shooting at him! God!"

The gunfire continued, which was particularly harsh in the surrounding sirens. Jack stood up suddenly, lowered his body as much as possible, and rushed towards the three police cars parked at the intersection like an agile cheetah.

"Jack!" Aubrey gritted his teeth secretly, stretched out his hand and patted Officer Rocha on the shoulder, who was a little overwhelmed, "Take care of them."

After that, he imitated Jack's posture, bent down and followed with the Noveske N4 assault rifle.

At least five police officers fell around the three police cars parked at the intersection, and in the middle of the road behind the police cars, two civilians dressed in ordinary clothes were lying down.

One of the black women had fallen in a pool of blood and was not sure whether he was dead or alive. Another black man was shot in the thigh and was struggling to crawl on the ground, trying to hide behind a trash can on the sidewalk.

He was almost successful, but ironically, he was still holding a banner in one hand, which read "Police = Murderer", because he didn't know whether he forgot or didn't realize it at all.

The originally crowded marching crowd had already fled in all directions, and many people hid far away in places they thought were safe, holding up their mobile phones to shoot here.

"Bang, bang, bang!" There was no way to slide on the concrete road. Jack jumped and rolled to the bottom of a police car. The assault rifle in his hand fired instantly, and the bullets hit the concrete pillars along the street of the college building, splashing white ash.

A figure wearing a camouflage tactical vest staggered and then disappeared from Jack's sight. He stopped shooting immediately because the red and blue lights unique to police lights were also lit at the end of the road in that direction.

At this time, Aubrey barely caught up, and behind him were the worried Jiejie and the staggering Officer Rocha.

At the same time, several police cars surrounded them from behind. The nervous police officers got out of the car and subconsciously pointed their guns at Jack who was checking the wounded.

"FBI! We are one of them!" Aubrey and Jiejie held up their ID cards to show their identities. The situation was chaotic at this time, so it would not be wrong to shout a few more times.

Jack checked the fallen police officers and civilians one by one at a very fast speed, and sighed silently in his heart. There was nothing to save.

Among the people who fell to the ground, three police officers and the female civilian had stopped breathing. It would be a waste of time to do CPR with this amount of bleeding.

The other two police officers had penetrating wounds on their limbs. At this time, they had tied tourniquets on themselves. Obviously, they were retired soldiers with battlefield experience.

"Black, young male, wearing a camouflage tactical vest, which should have a bulletproof plate. I shot him in the back at least once, but the bullet obviously did not penetrate.

The target intended to enter the college, but seemed to be stopped by someone inside, and then disappeared in the northeast corner of the building and fled to the west."

Jack signaled Officer Rocha to report the above situation to the operations center, and his eyes were cast on a body sixty or seventy meters away.

That should have been a body, wearing a police uniform. Before Jack hastily opened fire, the gunman was shooting at its head for the second time.

Jack also saw the black SUV with flashing lights mentioned by the black police officer, which was only more than ten meters away from the blocked intersection.

That is to say, after the gunman got out of the car, he almost used AK74 to shoot at the face, and then he retreated while shooting, and distanced himself from the police who tried to fight back.

Obviously, the DPD officers could not hold long guns when maintaining order at the parade. They only carried their own sidearms. Before the FBI arrived, the gunman was shooting at this side at a distance of 60 to 70 meters.

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The several dead were probably killed on the spot when they were attacked. Then the two police officers who survived by chance tried to take out long guns from the police car to fight back, but they were injured by accurate point shooting.

One police officer arrived at the scene faster than the FBI. He drove from north to south on Lamar Street. After noticing the gunman, he got out of the car and planned to encircle him from behind.

He relied on the concrete pillars under the corridor of the building as a cover, but was then counterattacked by the gunman who was retreating. He was knocked down from behind with a simple Qin Wang around the pillar and was shot twice.

A trained cold-blooded killer, Jack gave the gunman a professional label and carefully walked along the sidewalk under the college building, followed by Aubrey, Jiejie and DPD female police officer Rocha.

There were many bullet holes on the glass door leading to the interior of the college building. Hearing Jack loudly identify himself, two school police officers with pistols cautiously poked their heads out from behind the pillars on both sides of the gate.

Both of them were injured, but they should not be serious. As soon as one of them spoke, Jack recognized the voice. It was the one who loudly reported the police officer fell to the ground on the radio before.

Apparently, he had just witnessed the gunman killing the outflanking police officer with his own eyes. His eyes were full of tears, as if he regretted not being able to help.

"We can't go out. There are more than 50 children who just finished class in the classroom behind us. We can't, we can't."

"It's not your fault." Jack stood in front of the police officer's body who fell behind the pillar and stopped the school police from going forward to check. The 5.56mm steel core bullet hit his head several times, and it was already unrecognizable at this time.

"Jiejie, Aubrey, help them evacuate the children first." Jack leaned over to check the name tag on the chest of the deceased police officer, Brent Thompson, who was from the Dallas Rail Transit System like the two black police officers before.

Perhaps because Jack had reported the escape location of the gunman in time, more and more police cars were gathering on the street directly north of the college. The piercing sirens almost made people have to shout loudly into their ears to communicate.

"Officer Rocha, what is the building to the northwest of the college? Is it directly connected to this building?" Jack pulled the policewoman's arm and asked loudly in her ear.

"It's not connected. That's the college library, and there's a parking lot below. There should be no one inside at this time." Officer Rocha obviously knows this El Centro Central College very well, and maybe he has studied there.

"Notify the command center that the guy is injured. Let the police search along the bloodstains. He intends to try to enter the college, and he may try to enter the college from another direction." Jack pointed to a few drops of not very obvious bloodstains on the cement floor and said.

At this moment, gunshots rang out again, but the battle that broke out this time was extremely short, and soon there was no movement. Then a police officer cursed loudly on Officer Rocha's intercom.

"I found him. The bastard entered the second floor of the library from the parking lot passage. We met at the stairs. Damn it, he hit me!"

Jack was stunned and thought to himself, are all the police in Texas so fierce? They all rushed up alone.

He trotted with the little policewoman, turned around the northeast corner of the college building, and followed the bloodstains to the street north of the college building complex.

This street parallel to Mel Street is called Elm Street. At this time, various police cars have swarmed in, blocking this two-way two-lane road tightly.

"Get off the street! Get off the street! Find a shelter!" Jack was also impressed by these reckless DPD policemen. A gunman with superb shooting skills was on the second floor of the library facing the street. Are these guys standing on the street below planning to be a live target?

As if to confirm his words, gunshots rang out again, and large pieces of glass fell from the corridor on the second floor of the library, making crisp crackling sounds on the sidewalk below.

Dense bullets fell into several police cars on the street below. A police officer just opened the car door and was about to get out of the car. He was shot several times and fell in the driver's seat. His partner tried desperately to drag him out of the police car through the passenger seat, but he was also hit by a ricochet bullet.

Jack was on the same side of the street as the gunman at the moment, with no shooting angle at all. Unless he planned to leave the sidewalk and walk to the center of the street to shoot at him, he couldn't even provide cover fire.

Fortunately, the DPD officers who came to support all carried rifles with them this time. Several assault rifles were set up in an instant, and a dense rain of bullets was fired at the corridor on the second floor of the library.

As a result, the gunman leaned against the wall and continued to fire from the window on the other side at the police car that was coming at the end of the street not far away, and several police officers were injured.

This exchange of fire lasted for nearly 15 minutes. Just one minute before the DPD finally deployed the SWAT team's sniper, the gunman disappeared deep in the corridor.