The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 235 The PMC Squad and the Coming Seals
"Can you tell me about that girl named Hannah?"

Jiejie's first sentence made someone's hair stand on end, but the place that should have been on end suddenly softened.

"what?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want to get to know my opponent."

Jiejie stuck out her tongue, licked his neck lightly, and then spat, spat for a long time, making Jack laugh half to death, sweat mixed with the smell of DEET, salty and spicy.

Men are stinky, when a clean girl no longer dislikes you as a stinky man and is willing to post with you, it means she is really attracted to you.

Jack still understands this truth, just hugging a girl and telling another girl's story, usually the ending will not be too good.

They are on an island at this time, although there is no hatchet, but sugar cane knives are everywhere, presumably the boat is not difficult to find
"The story begins a few years ago"

How to say that, sincerity is the most invincible routine in a relationship. Jack narrated his experiences in this life, from the accidental death of his original parents to how he entered the LAPD police station through hard work.

From the first time he got along with Hannah, the two gradually fell in love, and then went to Margrave Town to help Hannah complete revenge, even Zoe and Maureen didn't hide the truth from Jiejie, and told the whole story.

What she never expected was that what Jiejie cared most about was not his romantic affairs, but his damn strange physique.

"Since you said that every time you are extremely nervous, you will lose control, why have you been fine from yesterday to now?"

Cleansing Lotion looked skeptical, as if carefully remembering, after the two battles yesterday, did this guy secretly spend time alone with other women, especially that young and beautiful little Internet celebrity.

Jack didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Of course it's because I wasn't nervous enough before."

The small scene like yesterday is still not qualified to make him burst with adrenaline. For him, the majestic Starbucks God of War, is it difficult to explode three heads in a row at this distance?Not to mention dealing with an unarmed little dwarf villager.

Even the last Fame Battle didn't affect him much. Afterwards, Hannah took the initiative to help him solve it. For this reason, the two unlocked a new location achievement, the underground parking lot of the FBI building.

The modification fee of the Firebird is really not wasted at all, and the shock absorption effect is not generally good.

That night, Jack was complained by some people that he was not passionate enough. They had been looking forward to his violent state for a long time.
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After listening to Jack tell the story of the battle against ogres in New Mexico, Jiejie finally believed that he would not easily enter that kind of out-of-control state now, but this did not mean that the girl completely believed in this guy.

"You must still have a secret."

When Jiejie left, she stroked her smooth arm with a suspicious look on her face.

What do you say that making a cross mark with your nails on the bag bitten by a mosquito can relieve itching and swelling? You don’t want to lie to children like this?

Who hasn't done such a thing when they were young, why is it so effective in this guy's hands?Although the swollen bumps that had been bitten all over his body had disappeared completely, he always felt that this guy was taking advantage of him with ill intentions.
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When it was daylight, everyone got up and started to get busy.

The men took turns using machetes and sugar cane knives to clear the tropical plants near the small building. This was a hard job, but it was absolutely necessary to clear the shooting range.

The air-dropped PMC team can not only bring force and material support, but also attract dangerous attention. As the island is in a state where everyone is an enemy, when the parachute falls, it means that the abandoned mine will be destroyed. Fully exposed.

But they had to take a gamble, because there was not much diesel in stock for the generators, and running out would mean no longer getting clean groundwater from the deep wells.

And there are not many containers that they can use to store water, not to mention that under such humid and hot conditions, even relatively clean fresh water cannot be stored for a few days.

There is not much food on the plane. Most of the meals on the plane are semi-finished products.

All that was left were some snacks brought by the passengers and a small amount of packaged bread, which could not even last for the third day.

Therefore, this small solid concrete building became a stronghold that everyone had to stick to. If it weren't for the tropical jungle, it would be difficult to ignite. Jack even wanted to start a forest fire with a fire after clearing a firebreak.

It's a pity that this is not the kind of big forest in Canada that can burn for a year. In this tropical rainforest that rains every day, even if General Li Mei is revived, his idea cannot be realized.

But Jack still persisted, and mobilized everyone to clean up the bushes and tall grass around the small building as much as possible.

For this reason, he and Gaspare rushed back to the place where the two pickups were hidden yesterday, concentrated the gasoline of the two cars into one car, and then drove back.

Using the pickup truck as a tractor and using an iron-toothed rake left in the mine, they forcibly grew in the bushes to the south of the small building, and pulled out a large open space.

In this way, counting the original barbed wire wall, the south of the small building is close to the jungle, and there is an open area of ​​nearly 80 meters, which greatly reduces the defensive pressure.

Otherwise, even if PMC joined, they would not have the confidence to rely on this small building to cope with the siege of dozens of people.

You know, according to the information obtained from the previous interrogation, the guerrillas belonging to the "Abu Zayev" organization have more than a dozen veterans who have experienced the Battle of Marawi.

Not to mention that there are still thousands of militants entrenched on the island who are eyeing these foreign meat tickets, especially now that the news has spread, God knows how many people will be attracted.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jack poured gasoline and ignited the gathered plants with a fire. The black smoke column rose into the sky, becoming the best indicator beacon.

A C-130 transport plane without any markings flew over the abandoned mine, dropping five PMCs and two huge red and blue airdrop boxes.

Fortunately, the open space on the mountain side in the north of the mine was large enough, and both the people and the airdrop boxes landed safely.

"Hi Captain Torrance, we are the advance team sent by Trailblazer Aviation, I'm Shebeck, this is Isaac, Mo, Wells, Lake."

The leader of the PMC team was a bald-headed black man who looked only half the size smaller than Gasparre. After greeting the crew members and passengers who surrounded him, he winked at Jack, which made him Confused.

"Agent Jack Tavoler? He's known for a long time."

The captain of the PMC team, Shebek, took the initiative to extend his hand to Jack.

"Jason and Sonny are on their way. They will be our backup and guide everyone to retreat."

(End of this chapter)