Chapter 68 third quarter

"Lawrence?" Decker's mind was in turmoil. "No, how is that possible, how could a federal court marshal be involved in—?" "Keep your voice down," Ben said. "how--?" "I heard movement." Ben looked toward the back door window. "My God." He raised his gun. "Get down quickly, there are people outside!" As soon as the words fell, he was shot in the forehead, and blood spattered everywhere.He fell on his back. Decker flinched back, his ears buzzing with the sound of the shots.The windows of the rear door were all shattered.He felt that Hal was lying on the ground, and he also followed his example.He aimed the gun first at the back door, then in a panic, at the window above the kitchen sink, and then at every window in the room.While Ben's death came as a shock to him, he didn't allow himself to react to it.He was bound to grieve later, terribly grieved, but now his disciplined mind took hold of him.There is only one thing he has to do now - try to survive.

Decker moved back quickly, trying to find cover in the dark living room.He yelled at what he believed to be Dale Hawkins: "Who shot us? Tell them not to shoot!" However, the look on Hawkins' face showed that he knew nothing about it. Decker heard angry shouts from outside the back door, and heard glass shatter in the front.He was about to turn his body to aim in that direction when something exploded, nearly shattering his eardrums.One, two, three, four.Decker was almost stunned. He put his hands over his eyes and ears, trying desperately to block them, because the loud noise was accompanied by a strong flash of light that pierced the eyeballs and pierced the brain.

He fell to the ground, moaning involuntarily, unable to control the subconscious reaction of his nervous system to the severe pain, and unable to resist the effect of this flash concussion grenade.This weapon can disable a person, but does not cause lasting damage.In the back of his chaotic mind, he knew exactly what was going on - he had used this flash concussion grenade many times before. But even if he knew, he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart at first.Before he could hold back the pain and regain his composure, someone kicked the gun out of his hand.He could neither hear nor see, but felt caught and jerked to his feet.Then he was pushed and pushed out the door.He fell on the sidewalk, was dragged back up, and pushed off the sidewalk.Suddenly, as if losing weight, he was picked up and thrown to the right, slamming hard onto the metal floor.He felt someone else being pushed in with him, and was vaguely aware that he must be in a car.He thought dazedly, probably a truck.After all the people squeezed in, the metal floor tilted slightly.After a few bumps, the door slams shut and the car speeds away.