The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 185
"Braxton!" Jack yelled.

Braxton, who was in a state of excitement, tightened his neck, and was dragged out of the rear compartment by Jack. Zoe put away the gun, pressed it against the front tire, and curled up with experience. Almost at the same time, Reacher slammed Pressed the detonator.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Debris flew across, the body of the pickup truck shook violently a few times, and then there was a clanging sound, accompanied by the sound of tires deflated and windows being smashed.

"Thank you!" Braxton put on a magazine, and waited until the surroundings became quiet before poking his head out to take a look.

After the explosion, the unloading area was in a mess, and the front parts of the three container trucks were blown to pieces.

Except for a few fallen corpses not far away, the militants who were still trying to fight back had all fled into the factory building.

"The suppression is successful, you can enter the field."

Jack's voice sounded on the communication channel again.

Amidst the violent sound of burning tires, Finlay made his debut in a GMC. The screeching sound made Jack wonder if the guy was too excited and forgot to release the handbrake. The two police cars behind him were not so exaggerated.

The unloading area is connected to the northeast entrance and exit of the factory building. After being held up by Barrett, there is not even half a person near the entrance.

Because behind the huge and heavy iron door, there was a corpse lying down. It was a guy who wanted to use the iron door as a cover to shoot out, but Hannah's armor-piercing bullet directly knocked half his shoulder off. .

After that, no one dared to approach this entrance and exit again.

Of course, the entrance and exit in the southwest direction on the other end is not much better. Although the HK417 sniper 7.62X51mm NATO ammunition is not as violent as the Barrett, it has a small recoil and a high rate of fire.

After Chris dumped three magazines at a distance of 300 meters, the door also remained silent.

As the surrounding gunfire disappeared in an instant, Jack and Zoe threw a smoke bomb into the iron gate. Under the cover of the smoke, the two police cars carefully walked around the scattered parts and wreckage on the ground, blocking the entrance and exit in a figure-eight shape.

Rothko and Stevenson hurried out of the car and ran to Finlay's GMC to help unload.

Pulling open the rear compartment of the GMC, there are two axial flow fans for ranch ventilation inside, which they found in the cattle pens of the ranch during the battle just now.

"We cover, you quickly arrange, Chris and Hannah, change the shooting position."

Jack has always been worried about Little Kleiner's VSS. Although the two sniper rifles here are equipped with silencers, and the distance is too far apart, it is not so easy to be found, but it is always right to be careful.

After speaking, he and Zoe, relying on two police cars as cover, directly emptied a magazine inside, and this time the last trace of restlessness in the factory disappeared.

The rest of the people started to get busy. After helping to unload the fan, Reacher and Braxton went around to the other side to block the door. The other three pulled the wire to turn on the fan, lit the fire and smoked. They were extremely busy.

Based on the number of dead bodies on his side and the report from Chris, Jack estimated that there were at most five or six militants who escaped into the factory building, plus the few who did not come out of the factory building, those South American mercenaries and Kleiner's. The thugs will not add up to more than ten people.

Then it was time for the smoked mouse to come out of the hole. With the start of the axial flow fan, the smoke began to pour into the factory building. Someone inside noticed something was wrong and yelled and cursed in Spanish and fired a few shots indiscriminately.

However, the people inside were blocked from sight by the smoke, which doesn't mean that Jack, who has a system attribute bonus, couldn't find the muzzle flame. He shot around the position, and with a scream, there was no movement in the factory again.

As more and more smoke poured into the factory building, some people inside began to be unbearable and coughed one after another. Seeing that the time was ripe, Jack waved to the three of Finlay, indicating that it was time to start.

Finlay took off his tweed suit early in the morning, wearing only an old man's undershirt and a flak jacket over it, shirtless, completely different from his previous prim Boston accent.

"Listen, people inside. I am Detective Inspector Finlay of the Margrave Police Department. You are surrounded. This is a joint operation against Kleiner Industries. You just need to put down your weapons and surrender."

Before the guy could finish speaking with the megaphone, Roscoe snatched him away and gave him a supercilious look.

"I'm Roscoe Conklin. People in Margrave should have heard of my family. Like most of you, our ancestors were the first to come to this land and build this town. people."

"It's not the shitty Tiller family, let alone the damn Kleiner. This town has a history of more than 200 years, and our ancestors have lived here for generations."

"I swear in the name of the Conklin family, as long as you lay down your weapons and come out, you will receive a fair trial, and your family and children will receive due care. There is no need to work for those damned butchers!"

Before Roseko could finish speaking, Stevenson also picked up a loudspeaker.

"I am a child of the Stevenson family, and I assure you, throw away your weapons and come out, there is no need to be buried with the Kleiner family with Tiller's dead fat pig, who killed the former Director Conklin. "

This is the correct way to persuade them to surrender, and Jack almost gave them a thumbs up.

Sure enough, not long after, a difficult cry came from near the door.

"Ahem. Turn off that damn thing, ahem. We're out, don't shoot."

Finlay quickly ran to the side and turned off the power of the blower, and several other people raised their guns to take aim to prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters.

The thick smoke at the door gradually dissipated, revealing a group of ashen-faced workers covering their mouths and noses.

They all pushed and squeezed out with bare hands, Rothko and Stevenson hurried forward and leaned against the door, trying to evacuate them as soon as possible.

"Quick, quick! Get out of here, go hide under the crane over there, don't run around!"

"There are snipers staring at you, don't have extra thoughts!"

Just when the last few people barely ran out of the door, an extremely slight gunshot sounded suddenly, accompanied by little Kleiner's ghostly howl.

"Go to hell, go to hell, you bastards raised by cousins, you all took money, Fakeyu!"

The last worker who ran was shot in the calf and fell to the ground wailing. Zoe, who was beside Jack, immediately pulled the trigger and fired several bursts to cover Rothko and drag him away from the door.

Jack took two steps back, a run-up, and a shock bomb was thrown into the workshop with a slightly straight arc.

"bang"

Accompanied by violent flashes and explosions, there was no movement in the factory immediately.

"Go!"

Without any scruples, Jack rushed into the factory first.

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