Dustin's office, however, was empty.
Luke had just picked up the phone when Dustin's voice rang out. "Luke, 2304 Citro on the east side. Come quickly."
Luke abruptly stood up and said to Elsa in a low voice, "There's a gunfight on Dustin's side. I'll send you the address. I'll give you more details later."
Saying that, he quickly put on his wireless headset and sent the address to Elsa on his phone. He then ran out of the office with Selina.
A moment later, the car charged out of the parking lot and sped east.
Dustin didn't hang up, but he was clearly very busy, and could only talk to Luke occasionally.
Right now, he was in a high-class apartment building and was being attacked by a bunch of armed criminals.
The enemy had fierce firepower, and there were about twenty of them.
The dozen or so patrol officers who had rushed over after hearing the news were suppressed by the criminals.
After determining that the situation was critical, Dustin called Luke as soon as he could, apart from calling for backup nearby.
Nobody in LAPD dared to compete with him in terms of fighting ability.
However, the criminals he was facing weren't ordinary. Although they didn't seem to be properly trained, they were very ruthless.
Two of the patrol officers who had rushed over after hearing the gunshots had already fallen.
He could only pray that the SWAT helicopter would arrive soon, or Luke would have to speed up.
Otherwise, he would probably die in the line of duty today.
"Dustin, take the files and go." A woman's voice rang out behind him with determination.
Dustin stretched out his hand and fired twice to prevent the criminals from charging at him. He said, "Jennifer, I think you should consider throwing something flammable to delay their attack."
"It's useless. They're here to silence me today. They've deliberately moved the nearby police force away. I won't be able to live." The woman named Jennifer behind him was carrying a black satchel and holding a pistol in her hand. She said bitterly.
Dustin grabbed her pistol and switched it with his own. "Help me reload. It's on my left belt."
Jennifer shook her head helplessly, but quickly helped him reload.
Dustin cautiously took out a small mirror.
This thing had been very popular recently, and many police academy students said that it was useful.
As soon as the gunfight broke out, Dustin had asked Jennifer to give him her mirror.
He checked the situation on the opposite side, estimated the angle, and stuck the muzzle out.
Pa pa pa!
"Ah!" One of the gangsters was unlucky enough to be hit by this blind mirrored shot and rolled back to the corner of the wall with a scream.
"Don't worry, I've called for LAPD's strongest reinforcements. They'll be here in ten minutes at most," Dustin explained, lest Jennifer gave up on resisting.
Jennifer: "SWAT?"
"The man who single-handedly killed more than thirty criminals during the Nakatomi Plaza robbery," said Dustin.
Stunned for a moment, Jennifer immediately extended her hand and fired two shots, forcing the two criminals back with Dustin's help. She couldn't help but ask, "Is this the King of Killers detective that the police have been talking about?"
After firing twice, Dustin switched back to his gun. "Yes. As soon as he arrives, I guarantee that all the criminals here won't survive more than ten minutes. "
Jennifer asked, "Why are you … Forget it. I'll go find some alcohol and see if I can make some Molotov cocktails. "
Dustin hummed in acknowledgment and fired again. "You'd better hurry. They're getting impatient."
In fact, the criminals weren't just impatient; they were super annoyed.
Their target from the beginning was a woman who lived alone, and a lawyer at that.
Logically speaking, it would take them less than a minute to kill her.
In the end, when they got into the elevator and swaggered out, they met Dustin's eyes from a distance, who was walking out of the door more than ten meters away.
In an instant, the two of them confirmed with their eyes that they were definitely mortal enemies.
Dustin was as steady as an old hand. He yelled, "LAPD, don't move!" before he suddenly lunged back into the room.
Sure enough, the criminals didn't waste any time and simply opened fire, shattering the wall near the door.
Dustin didn't back down. He drew his gun and fired a few times, luckily hitting one of the criminals.
He was a veteran detective, and had worked on many serious violent cases with his old partner, Roger.
Even though he hadn't been involved in a frontline battle for a long time, he had never stopped shooting. He hadn't lost his gun sense, which had been honed after more than twenty years of training.
Even more unfortunately, a resident downstairs had called the police and said that a robbery had taken place.
One of the patrol cars arrived at the scene right after the criminals.
When the two patrol officers heard the gunshots, they heard Dustin's call for help, and immediately joined the battle.
The criminals had no choice but to attack both sides at the same time.
Even if someone had tampered with the area beforehand and there weren't many police officers patrolling it, four or five police cars arrived in five minutes, including two detectives from the Major Crimes Division.
Besides, all the police cars in Los Angeles were armed with rifles and enough ammunition to deal with the high incidence of violent incidents.
The ten officers with rifles weren't weak either.
The two sides instantly engaged each other.
For once, Luke turned on the police lights and sirens as he weaved back and forth in the car.
Thankfully, the traffic in Los Angeles was relatively smooth today.
A lot of people were hiding in the surrounding areas, and a lot of people had taken the day off from work. There were fewer cars on the city streets.
Luke successfully reached the address that Dustin had given him in seven minutes at a speed of 140 kilometers per hour in the downtown area.
The car screeched to a stop twenty meters away from the apartment building. Luke got out of the car and ran off.
He didn't want to park the car in front of the apartment building, where the police and the criminals were already engaged in a fierce battle.
The car was bulletproof, but he didn't want to repaint it or replace the bulletproof glass unless it was absolutely necessary. He would have to do that himself.
With a running start, he jumped onto the second floor of the apartment building and quickly climbed to the fifth floor.
Dustin had already briefed him on the situation, and they had been on the phone the whole time. Luke basically knew what was going on in the building.
Upstairs, Dustin and Jennifer were in desperate straits.
Dustin had run out of bullets. Even if he had brought a few extra clips with him in the past two days, he only had five left.
Under the pressure of more than ten rifles, he had to increase his rate of fire to slow down the enemy's approach.
He had been able to hold on for so long thanks to Jennifer's few cocktail bottles, which she lit and tossed at the elevator, blocking one of the criminals' paths of attack.
But the criminals were also panicking.
Two more police cars were on the ground. At this rate, they would be surrounded by more than a hundred police officers in less than half an hour. There might even be a SWAT team among them.
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