Chapter 74 Chapter Seventy-Four

The flashing police lights on the roof of Sam Cole's car penetrated the dark night, and the shrill siren broke the usual tranquility of the area.Cole is more familiar with the roads here than others, but her police car is driving so fast that twice she even thought she would fly off the road with the car and fall into the cliff, saying goodbye to her life early. She rounded the last corner quickly and pressed hard on the accelerator for the rest of the straight.Within seconds, the silhouette of the fire station appeared in front of her.She stopped the car, covered the body on the concrete floor with her headlights, drew her gun and pushed open the door.She called Puller's cell phone, but the other party didn't answer.

Cole stepped out of the car quietly, squatting behind the open door to avoid the gunman's cold shots from which direction he didn't know.She looked at the fallen motorcycle by the wall of the fire station, and then turned her gaze to the Malibu.Sirens sounded in the distance, and a minute later two police cars pulled up next to her car. "The shooter is still in ambush somewhere here," she yelled. The police officers got out of the car and hid behind the vehicle. "Cover me," Cole ordered. She hoped that the standard body armor she wore would work.She ran quickly to the body, raised her helmet visor, and stared at the dead man's face.

Dickie Strauss looked not to rest there, but to have his head blown off by a cannon. She shouted to the police on the side: "Dead." She glanced at the bullet holes on both sides of the dead man's helmet: "Shot in the head. Heavy rifle." "Stay under cover, Sheriff," shouted an officer. Cole ran back to the car and regained his position behind the door. "Ask for reinforcements. Block all roads here. Whoever it is, don't let him escape from here." "How is the soldier?" asked one of her men. Cole's gaze searched the darkness.Please, Puller, don't die, you can't die.

Puller hid by the wall of an abandoned house about 500 meters away from the fire station, and was monitoring the surrounding situation.He came here following the trajectory of the bullet he had imagined in his mind.Whether it is day or night, a normal sniper can accurately hit the target at a distance of 500 meters to 900 meters, as long as he has the appropriate weapons and equipment.The Lapoor warhead told Puller that the sniper he was dealing with had no equipment problems. Snipers in police stations usually set their shooting ranges within 30 meters on urban streets.Army snipers operate at farther ranges than this because the combat they face is an entirely different kind of contest.The gunshots Puller had just heard indicated that the bullets had certainly not been fired at a distance of more than fifteen hundred meters.Under normal circumstances, the sniper rifles used by the army have longer barrels than those of the police counterparts, which will allow the gunpowder in the shell to be burned more fully, reduce the flame when the bullet is ejected, and increase the speed of the bullet's flight.This also makes the position of the sniper more concealed, and the blow to the target is more deadly.

Puller wondered if the sniper was also equipped with an impact spotter.If there are observers, it is two-on-one.He heard sirens in the distance, and Cole and her men were approaching.That's a good thing, but it's also not a good thing.The good thing is that reinforcements in this situation are always welcome.The bad thing is that the increase in shooting targets will motivate the opponent, making them unwilling to pack up and leave easily. His eyes scanned the area ahead, searching carefully for signs of glare from the laser sight.This kind of equipment can provide great help in capturing targets, but the disadvantage is that it is easy to expose one's position on the battlefield.Puller always relied heavily on his scope and spotter.He took care to compare the target's actual height with their reflection in the reticle of the scope.The average human head size, shoulder width, and length from the hip bone to the top of the head can generally be estimated.With this data, you can measure the correct shooting distance with the scope.Police are used to targeting what is known as the "apricot," the medulla at the back of a person's brain.It is seven or eight centimeters long, and it is the part of the human brain that controls subconscious reactions. If you hit it, the opponent will die on the spot.And because military snipers usually shoot at a distance of 300 meters, they usually aim at the upper body of a person, so as to ensure that they can hit the target with more certainty.

The shooter Pooler faced confused the distinction.He hit the target's head, but his shooting distance was three hundred meters away. Is it the police, or the military?Maybe both? If the opponent shoots again, Puller can use triangulation to determine his location.However, if the opponent fired again at Puller's head or upper body, his Rapoor bullets would have caused Puller to at least be seriously injured, and more likely to die resignedly. Puller continued to watch ahead.Empty streets, silent houses.But not all houses are abandoned.There were cars parked in front of some houses, and some windows were dimly lit.Don't they know that there is a killer hiding beside them?Did they not hear the gunshot at all?

He looked back in the direction of the fire station.All his attention was on the location of Dickie Strauss' body.The bullet hit the target, the motorcycle continued to drive, and Dicky rolled to the ground about three seconds after the gunshot.Calculate backwards according to the chronological order, and try to trace back according to the trajectory of the bullet.Again he looked for possible lines of sight.The only unobstructed line of sight.The house at the end of the alley.Total darkness.There are no cars in front of the gate.There are many houses behind it, but they belong to another block, and the windows all face the other side.

Puller strained his ears to listen, forcing himself to filter out the growing sirens.There is no sound.No one is running.No one walks. He made up his mind. In an instant he was already on the move.Although he is a big man, he can move almost silently.For him, it was both easy and difficult to do.His legs are long and he can cover relatively long distances with few strides.But the big man is characterized by his heavy footsteps.People always thought that a man of Puller's stature must be like an elephant marching wherever he went.Some of them were still thinking this way before they died.

Puller hoped someone else would think that way tonight.