The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 230 Fighting and Seizing

Gaspare's stealth skills are at least proficient, and he can actually sneak during the day.

Even if Jack observed carefully, he didn't notice much movement. After a while, he saw his black head appearing in the grass closest to the four of them.

Seeing Gaspare silently stretch out his hand to say OK, Jack swaggered out of his hiding place, knelt on one knee, raised both hands, and fired in a standard kneeling position, pointing his gun at the four busy thugs.

"Wow wow wow."

"boom!"

A gangster who was facing him stretched out his hand to the AK on his back. As soon as he uttered the bird language, he was blown away from the sky.

The other three people who were alarmed also reacted quickly. When they turned around, they saw only Jack holding a pistol. Some rushed to the rifle beside him, and some directly touched their waists.

"Bang~~~bang~~~"

However, no matter how fast they reacted, they were not as fast as Jack's shooting. Two gunshots rang out with less than a second apart. Except for the long-haired man selected, the other two gangsters were all shot in the head and fell limply in a pool of blood.

Almost at the same time as Jack's second and third bullets were fired, Gaspare, like an agile black panther, shot out of the grass and rushed towards the long-haired man.

When Jack rushed up, the long-haired man had already been put down on the ground, his head hanging limply on one side, he couldn't help but feel startled, and hurried forward to touch his jugular artery, but luckily he was just unconscious.

Gaspare is not much taller than him. Dealing with these islanders with an average height of 1.6 meters is like an adult bullying a child.

"Can't you be gentle?" Jack made a false alarm, fearing that there would be an accident, and he shot the other three in the head. If this one died too, there would be no survivors.

"I didn't even push, the guy is so weak."

Gaspare looked at his arm suspiciously, and seemed a little guilty.

Jack looked suspiciously at Gaspare's hairy armpits, wondering if the other party was fainted by his body odor.

Tie the hands and feet of the long-haired man with shoelaces and throw them aside, and the two began to clean the battlefield to collect spoils.

As expected of a guerrilla terrorist organization, there are four people with four rifles, each of a different model.

The one used by the long-haired man looks like the latest M4 carbine, but it is actually a CQ-A5 assault rifle produced by Siris.

The second is an AK originally produced by Maozi, with a chrome-plated barrel and a folding stock. It looks like an old product from the Red Empire period.

The third one is the foreign trade version of CQB95, CQB97. Jack has played with the semi-automatic version of this thing. It feels better than the M16, not at 01:30.

The last one is the original M16A1, which is also the worst maintained one. Not to mention the rust on the gun body, the rifling is almost worn out.

Jack is not surprised. Seeing these different models of rifles here fully demonstrates the waste level of the Philippine ZF Army. These models are military aids donated by the three countries at different times.

The Philippines has a population of over 5 million, but its industry is extremely backward. It cannot produce its own firearms and bullets. During the five-month war in Malawi, the three major countries donated a batch of light weapons and ammunition to the country for free.

Obviously, these weapons can fall into the hands of these terrorists now, either because they were seized, or there were some unknown activities in the middle.

There are also two pistols, one of which is an M1911 that seems to be in good condition, with a spare magazine attached, and the other Jack, whose model is not even recognizable.

This is the power of the tropical climate and the island environment. Even if it is a cold weapon, if it is not maintained properly, it will rust into a piece of scrap iron in a few days.

Fortunately, the magazines of M16 and CQB97 are common. Jack unloaded the magazine and threw the broken gun into the jungle together with three miserable corpses.

There are also two machetes that are slightly rusty. If you go back into the jungle, at least you have someone to open the way.

Soon, Captain Torrance rushed back with the others. This time they walked almost in a straight line, and it took less than 20 minutes.

Although the corpses were all cleaned up, the blood on the ground still made these passengers who had never experienced a battlefield shiver.

"My God, it's horrible."

"How can those guys be so barbaric."

"Why is there such a horrible place in this world, I want to go home."

Fortunately, the rest are normal people, except for some over-frightened, the Madonna of Cerebral Palsy did not jump out to accuse Jack and Gaspare of being helpless before.

Although it was impossible to see it clearly from a distance of several hundred meters, the impact of the beheading scene was still too strong for ordinary people.

Especially when someone approached the place where the Korean man was held down just now, and saw the red and black spray-like blood on the ground several meters long, he couldn't help but spit it out.

Jiejie came to Jack, took the initiative to hug him, took the Glock from him, and forced a gentle smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Something happened."

Jack's answer startled her, and she immediately saw him pull up his sleeves, revealing the large and small swellings on it.

He didn't want to do things like climbing grass anymore, obviously everyone was human, so why didn't Gaspare have anything to do with it? He only used healing techniques, but he was bitten all over his body after a while.

"Who can use a gun?" Jack clapped the CQ-A5 in his hand. He personally prefers the CQB95.

"I used to fly a transport plane in the RAF and had some basic training."

Captain Torrance took the initiative to stand up, and it can only be said that he is worthy of the fall. Even if he appears as the captain, he has to be a retired soldier. I don’t know how he behaved in the original drama.

The lone young man also volunteered, saying that he knew how to use a gun. Jack handed him the M1911. Seeing his skillful movements, he should not worry about accidentally injuring himself or others.

Then it was time for interrogation.

"Can you speak English?" The long-haired man who was in a coma was woken up by Gaspare's big ear scrapers.

"Yes, a little bit."

The guy has a weird accent, but he can barely understand it.

"I leave it to you." Gaspare held the original AK and walked aside to observe the surrounding situation.

Most of the women hid far away and gathered around Jiejie, whispering a few words from time to time, and some of them were comforted by their husbands in their arms, obviously their emotions were not too stable.

The two female college students looked more courageous, and stood aside with a few men to watch the fun, while Captain Torrance and Jack squatted in front of the long-haired man and started the interrogation.

"name?"

"Ronu."

"What organization are you?"

"Abu Sayyaf."

Captain Jack and Captain Torrance glanced at each other, and they were really guessed right.

(End of this chapter)