The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and several customers who had just entered the door swayed in despair, and walked out like zombies. The shock wave of the explosion caused vestibular system disorder, causing them to temporarily lose the ability to maintain body balance.

Jack tried to improve his perception and tried to see clearly what was going on inside the supermarket. Four bearded men entered just now, and now there were three explosions, which meant there was one more!

The explosion destroyed the floor-to-ceiling glass at the front door. There were still a few glass windows in the direction of the side door that were intact. Neatly stacked large bags of cat litter were piled near the side door. A five- or six-year-old blond girl was squatting in this corner shivering.

Her mother narrowly escaped death behind a row of shelves. She rolled over and rushed to her side. She checked her nervously, protected her and wanted to run out, but she stood stiffly in place.

The last bearded man was standing at the side entrance in front of them, his head lowered, and he was chanting scriptures.

"Please don't do this, God, please!"

The mother tightly protected her daughter and begged, standing frozen in place and not daring to move, for fear that any movement would trigger the man in front of her to immediately detonate the bomb on her body.

Her eyes couldn't stop wandering between the man in front of her and the parking lot outside. At this moment, life and death were separated only by a thin layer of glass.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots rang out, and the bearded man's right hand holding the detonator exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Then the second .40-caliber bullet penetrated the back of his head, completely destroying his brainstem and other brain tissues. After that, it flew out from between the eyebrows.

The mother, whose face was splashed with blood, froze in place while protecting her daughter, staring blankly at the bearded body that fell limply in front of her. She didn't react for a long time, completely unaware that she had been saved at the last moment.

Jack put his pistol back into its holster and quickly stepped forward while wiping sweat from his hands on his pants. He was secretly glad that the detonators of these guys were piezoelectric, otherwise the results of his two shots would have been difficult to predict. .

"FBI, get out of here."

He strode forward to pick up the little girl, pulled her mother and ran out of the supermarket, until they reached the back of a car in the parking lot in front of the door, and then returned her to her mother's arms.

"Stay here! Call 911!"

Jack looked up and looked into the supermarket. The smoke had dissipated a little at this time, and he could see that there was chaos inside. Someone had a leg broken by the explosion, but he seemed to have lost consciousness. A long trail of blood was dragged on the ground, and it was slowly dripping. squirming outward.

"Hey, you! Come here!" Seeing that the explosion ignited the unknown flammable materials inside the supermarket, and the thick smoke billowed up again, Jack knew that he could not wait any longer. He came to the door and faced the shivering man hiding under the teller machine. The fat security guard yelled.

The fat security guard raised his head, looked around, and then realized that the other person was calling him.

Jack walked around the bearded corpse on the ground, went up and dragged him up. The huge force made it impossible for the other party to resist. He dragged the guy behind the pile of cat litter, pointed at the bearded corpse at the side door, and shouted loudly said.

"I'm the FBI. Watch that location. There's a bomb on the body. Don't let anyone get close to it. Do you understand?"

Seeing the confused expression on the other person's fat face, Jack slapped the fat on his face a few times angrily and repeated loudly, "Do you hear me clearly?"

The fat security guard finally woke up, blinked his little eyes, and nodded repeatedly.

Jack ignored him, casually picked up a circle of straps placed on the cat litter, rushed to the man whose calf was blown off, reached out and pressed his carotid artery hard, causing him to pass out.

His severed leg was tied tightly with a tie, and the instantaneous pain woke the man up from his coma.

"Hey! Hey! Don't be nervous, you will be fine." Feeling the other person's fierce struggle, Jack firmly pressed his chest with one hand to prevent him from moving, and at the same time raised his head and looked around.

There were many injured, but there were also many people who were just frightened and were in a state of shock, looking at him blankly.

"FBI! A few people are here to help. We need to get the wounded out as soon as possible!" Jack loudly identified himself again.

When a group incident occurs, the timely appearance of a leader is crucial. The first person to step forward is called a hero because he plays a positive leading role.

Of course, after this, the second and third responders are equally important. Only in this way will more people follow and give positive feedback.

Fortunately, this is Texas, and the strong folk customs also mean that there is no shortage of people who are willing to stand up in public, and someone quickly responded.

Several men and women of different races and skin colors struggled to stand up. A young black man who looked very well-dressed was the first to stumble forward, kneel beside the injured man's leg, and help hold down the wound.

"I was a military medic, tell me what to do now?"

Seeing that he was biting his fat lips so hard that they were bleeding, and his face was pale. Jack was a little surprised. This is not what a soldier should do, so he subconsciously asked, "PTSD?"

The young black man nodded, a hint of shame on his face.

Jack patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more, "Find someone to drag him outside together, wait for rescue, and stay away from the body over there."

After speaking, he stood up and loudly ordered others, "Evacuate everyone to the parking lot outside, and a few people will come with me to help the wounded."

Jack turned around and continued walking towards the depths of the supermarket. The fire was getting stronger and stronger, and the heat wave was coming. He couldn't waste any more time.

Except for the bearded one at the door, the other three were detonated after entering the supermarket. This arrangement was quite insidious. It used the three previous explosions to cause chaos. When people fled, the one who blocked the door finally finished. To cause maximum casualties.

After stepping on the ground that became slippery due to blood, there was a young couple in front of them. The woman fell to the ground and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. The man held her tightly in his arms and called her name in a weak voice.

Kneeling on one knee and touching the woman's neck, there was still a weak pulse. Jack casually released a healing spell and tried to save his life first.

"Hey, hey, she's still alive, can you still get up? Get her out first." The man heard Jack's call and struggled to get up. The scene before him suddenly made Jack's pupils shrink suddenly.

I saw a thin iron pipe that might have been knocked off the shelf, inserted straight into the man's back, and then emerged from his chest, pushing up the T-shirt on his chest. Blood slowly flowed out from the wound, staining it. His chest and back were red.

The thin iron pipe was trembling slightly with the same rhythm as the heart beat, but the man seemed unaware and was still trying to pick up his lover.

"Don't move!" Jack grabbed his shoulders firmly with both hands and shouted over his shoulder, "Doctor, here!"

The young black military doctor stumbled forward and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He said in a trembling voice, "Don't touch that thing. Hold him up and don't let him fall."

The man whose heart was stabbed followed the gazes of the two people and looked at his chest, then his head dropped and he lost consciousness.

Jack held his upper body firmly with one hand and felt his pulse with the other hand. He looked at the military doctor with a horrified look on his face, "He is still alive. Is it possible to save him?"

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