Luke studied the map of Savitor Street, deep in thought.
Although Brown Bryant is white, he grew up in a Black community. However, he does not like the Black community; instead, he harbors extre hatred for Black people. This supermarket shooting was not just targeted at Roger's Supermarket, but at the entire Black community.
A white kid growing up in a Black family, with Black neighbors and playmates, and attending a school nad after Luther King—his path must have been filled with discrimination and loneliness. This might be the real motive behind him creating the shooting incident.
The school!
Luther King Junior High School is also near Savitor Street.
There are more Black people here than at the supermarket, and the impact of a shooting incident would be much greater. When you put yourself in his shoes, it's undoubtedly an ideal location for committing a cri.
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Luther King Junior High School, security room.
A burly Black campus police officer was drinking coffee.
"Zzzz…" The walkie-talkie clipped to his waist beeped.
The Black officer picked up the walkie-talkie, "This is the security room of Luther King Junior High School. I'm Officer Kurt.
Hello, officer. Is there anything wrong?
What! Are you sure?
Received, I'll stay alert. Should we evacuate the students imdiately?"
"Bang!" A loud noise ca from outside.
Officer Kurt looked out the window and saw a black Ford car crash through the school gate and rush into the campus.
Kurt requested support through the walkie-talkie, drew his handgun, and dashed out of the security room.
The black Ford did not stop after entering the school but instead rampaged towards the crowd, causing a stir of screams around.
"Bang!"
A Black student who couldn't dodge in ti was hit and thrown by the car.
"Hahaha…" The car window of the black Volvo rolled down, revealing a person wearing a skeletal mask. Judging by the voice, it seed to be a man.
The skeletal mask man stepped out of the car, holding an AK47, which scared off the students who originally planned to confront him.
"Bang bang…" The skeletal mask man fired into the crowd, hitting a Black student in the thigh.
The Black student fell to the ground, crying out in pain, letting out a desperate howl, "Ah… help , please, soone help ."
However, his pleas were in vain, as the other students had fled, none daring to risk being shot to help.
"Ugly monkey, I'll send you to et God now." The skeletal mask man showed no rcy, stepping forward with an AK47 ready to finish him off.
"No, please don't kill !" The Black student begged again, crawling forward with difficulty, appearing extrely pitiable.
The skeletal mask man hesitated for a mont, but still aid his gun at the injured Black student.
"Police, don't move!"
A voice rang out from a distance, accompanied by gunfire, "Bang bang bang…"
The skeletal mask man was hit in the back, the force knocking him to the ground. However, he was wearing a bulletproof vest and wasn't injured critically.
He rolled on the ground a few tis, taking cover behind the Volvo car, and looked toward the shooter.
It was a Black campus police officer, tall and heavyset, holding a handgun that looked almost like a toy.
"Bang bang bang…"
The skeletal mask man began to fight back, unleashing the full power of his AK47, with gunfire erupting fiercely.
The Black officer Kurt also attempted to return fire, resulting in a shootout.
The skeletal mask man, using a rifle, had superior firepower, pinning Officer Kurt down, making him hide behind a trash can.
"Bang!" A rifle bullet pierced through the trash can and struck Officer Kurt in the right shoulder.
"Ah!"
Officer Kurt let out a painful scream, dropping his handgun to the ground.
Kurt's marksmanship was decent and he had done his best, but his equipnt was far inferior to the gunman, leaving him injured instead.
The skeletal mask man rubbed his back; although the vital parts were unhard, he was still in excruciating pain, "Fuck! How dare you, damn monkey, shoot at ? You're dead!"
The skeletal mask man stepped out from behind the Volvo, preparing to kill Officer Kurt.
Kurt's right shoulder was injured, impacting his right hand, making it impossible to hold the handgun. Despite the searing pain, he picked up the gun with his left hand. In this situation, his accuracy was pitifully low, but he refused to sit idle.
"Woo…" Just at that mont, two cars entered the school gates.
"LAPD!"
"Police, drop your gun!" Luke arrived at Luther King Junior High School just in ti with his team.
The Black officer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bang bang bang…" The skeletal mask man imdiately responded, firing back!
He hid behind the Volvo car, indiscriminately spraying the LAPD with his AK47.
After emptying a magazine, he reloaded and continued firing at the police.
He hid behind the Volvo car, wearing a bulletproof helt and vest, with enough firepower that capturing him wasn't easy for the police.
Little Black peeked out, fired two shots, but due to the distance, the effect was negligible. He turned to Luke and said, "Captain, should I take soone around the back?"
Luke surveyed the surrounding terrain; it was quite open, with no cover or obstructions. The most important aspect of flanking was concealnt; otherwise, if discovered by the gunman, they would beco moving targets.
Considering the safety concerns, Luke rejected Little Black's suggestion, "There's no cover here, making flanking unlikely to succeed. Plus, he's wearing a bulletproof vest; even if we flank him, it will be hard to subdue him."
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