Chapter 32 Deadly Double Pounce
Steven pulled the safety pin but didn't immediately throw the grenade. If he just raised his arm, the officers would scatter. Once the grenade exploded, they would quickly regroup. So, throwing it wouldn't be very effective. He gripped the grenade pin with his right hand and charged madly toward the densest group of officers.
This charge left the officers bewildered. No one knew what weapon Steven had, so they hastily retreated.
"Disperse!" one officer shouted. "He's got a grenade in his hand!"
The officers scattered, making way, while Steven, with a ferocious expression, shouted, "Charge out!"
Kevin raised his hand and shot Steven four times, but Steven was moving quickly and wearing a bulletproof vest. The bullets hitting his chest only produced a puff of white smoke.
"He's wearing a bulletproof vest!" Kevin shouted as he saw Steven, after taking four shots, already within five steps of the driver.
"Paul, go quickly!" Steven unhesitatingly pulled the safety pin with his right hand, and the grenade instantly started hissing.
"He pulled the grenade!" Kevin turned and ran.
At this moment, Paul and others had already drawn their guns and were turning to fire while charging out. Seeing that Steven had created a gap in the encirclement, Alexander didn't hesitate for a moment. Wearing thick steel-plated anti-explosion gear, he instantly lunged at Steven, deliberately aiming his head at Steven's waist.
The two fell to the ground, and Alexander instinctively pressed Steven's head with his large hand.
The explosion echoed through the quiet night. A shattered arm flew into the air, and the bulletproof visor on Alexander's face was instantly stained with blood.
"Alexander!" John shouted with wide eyes.
"Don't panic, follow the plan!" Alexander shook his head, roughly wiped the blood off his bulletproof visor with his left hand, and saw that Steven had passed out. His right arm was half blown off, with white bones and flesh connected, bleeding profusely.
Paul saw Steven fall and roared as he fired to the left.
Alexander got up and charged forward.
A burst of bullets hit Alexander's head, legs, and other critical areas, sparking off his body.
Seeing that Alexander's clothes couldn't be penetrated, Paul hastily stepped back and looked down to change the magazine.
Alexander lunged twice, using his weight and the heaviness of his gear to headbutt Paul's chin.
With a crunch, Paul fell back two steps.
Alexander suddenly bent down, hugged Paul's calves with both hands and lifted with all his might, sending Paul flying over half a person's height before crashing to the ground.
"Don't move!" Alexander shouted.
Despite the simplicity of Alexander's actions, the repeated charges over a short distance, and the fact that he was fighting with heavy gear, relying on explosive power, he felt on the verge of exhaustion. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and he could only press down on his opponent, shouting continuously.
Once the grenade threat was eliminated, the officers had no more concerns. Over forty officers charged forward, using riot shields to surround the remaining criminals, ending the fight in less than ten seconds.
"Hold him down," John shouted, pointing at Paul on the ground.
Seven or eight people rushed forward and, without even using handcuffs, shackled Paul with 80-pound leg irons.
Alexander sat in the snow for nearly a minute before taking off his helmet and spitting. "Luckily, it is steel-plated armor. Otherwise, even the best bulletproof vest wouldn't have saved me today."
"Are you okay?" Kevin immediately came over and asked.
"I'm fine. I positioned myself well, and the grenade exploded in front of me," Alexander said, wiping the sweat off his face and telling Kevin and the others, "You all say William should promote me. With me risking my life for his performance, he better notice."
"Yes!" Kevin immediately nodded, giving a thumbs up and saying, "Without your two lunges today, who knows what the outcome would have been."
"Let's have a drink to calm our nerves later!" Alexander said, struggling to his feet. "Let's go, quickly take them back."
At 11:30 PM.
Alexander stood by the hallway with a phone, saying, "John, make sure the doctor does everything possible to save the guy with the grenade. Yes, the more people we have, the better the evidence chain... Yeah, I'm about to eat something and then start the interrogation. Alright, talk later!"
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Eric approached with a lunchbox, smiling. "Back already?"
Alexander turned at the sound. "Here to eat?"
"Yeah, not much work. Came to grab some food," Eric said, looking relaxed. "How did it go smoothly?"
"Yeah, we got them all," Alexander said.
"None of our guys got hurt?" Eric asked.
"We moved quickly. They didn't even know what hit them, and we were done. No one got hurt," Alexander added.
"That's good!" Eric grinned, then casually asked, "I heard you were doing a joint operation with the military. Why didn't I see any military personnel?"
Alexander was taken aback. "Who told you that?"
"Isn't it? I just heard some people chatting in the office." Eric was also puzzled.
"You must have heard wrong. There were no military people," Alexander said. Now that the case was solved, he didn't hide the details. "We caught a drug dealer, the same Paul who killed four of our guys last time!"
With a clang, Eric's metal lunchbox fell to the ground. He stood there, stunned, his face pale.
"What's wrong with you?" Alexander frowned and asked.
Eric was in a daze, his ears ringing.
Alexander reached out and patted Eric's arm. "What's wrong with you?"
Eric snapped back to reality, his eyes on Alexander. "It... it was... that Paul?"
"Yeah, William got the lead, and we went to catch him." Alexander nodded, asking, "You seem off. What's up?"
"Nothing... just thinking about Richard. Richard was killed by him, right?" Eric forced a smile. "I saw him that day. I'm a bit scared of that guy."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Alexander asked.
"I'm fine." Eric bent down to pick up the lunchbox. "You go eat!"
"Aren't you eating? Let's eat together!" Alexander invited.
"I forgot my hot sauce. I'll go get it." Eric smiled.
"Alright, I'll go ahead then," Alexander added.
"Yeah!" Eric responded, turning and walking away with the lunchbox.
In the hallway, Alexander watched his back, feeling that something was off. But he couldn't figure out why Eric was acting so strangely.
"Alexander, time to eat," Matthew called from the cafeteria door.
"Coming!" Alexander stopped thinking about it and walked over.
Two minutes later, in the supply room.
Eric closed the door and collapsed to the ground, grabbing his hair and shouting, "Wasn't this supposed to be a joint operation with the military? Hasn't it been over two weeks? Why haven't they left? How could this happen?"
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