The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 240 Ambush
"Oh!"

The second green-headed bullet accurately hit the body of the pickup truck exposed by the horizontal stroke, and was lucky enough to explode the fuel tank directly.

The three militants sitting in the rear car instantly became burning men, screamed and ran a few steps, fell to the side of the road and did not move.

"Retreat 500 meters." Jack yelled loudly, and at the same time patted the roof of the car to remind Gaspare.

After driving for a while, the car came to a steady stop again.

Although small-caliber bullets are not accurate at the current distance, there are many examples of people dying from stray bullets on the battlefield. hit it?
Jack tried his best to keep his side at the limit range, not wanting to use his head to test the upper limit of healing.

Barrett's accuracy is just like that. Before the crowd was crowded, as long as the falling trajectory was calculated, beating people would not be a problem.

But now that the crowd has dispersed, if you aim at people one by one, it will not be capable of proficient level skills, and the efficiency will be poor.

So Jack put on armor-piercing incendiary bombs, and waited for those vehicles with heavy machine guns or people in them to rush out of the town.

The former is the main threat. The "Abu Sayyaf" organization has basically the same heavy firepower, heavy machine guns and RPGs. Killing one more will reduce the pressure on the subsequent defensive battle.

"Oh!"

Another car was blown up, and the flames shot into the sky. There may be ammunition boxes in the car, which were detonated one after another under the scorching of the flames. It was very lively for a while.

Of course, the militants are not NPCs in the game, they just stare stupidly at the only road leading to the north, and there are convoys pouring out from the east and west sides, trying to outflank it from both sides.

Jack estimated the time in his mind, and after blowing up the two cars again, he hurriedly put away the gun, and first threw the bag containing the remaining magazines through the rear window that had been removed in advance.

Then a light kite turned over and got into the back seat.

"Let's go, lead them to the main road." Jack picked up the military tablet, and the drone has marked the surrounding vehicles one by one.

Gaspare stared at him for two seconds, as if he had just met him, rolled his thick lips, but made no sound, his mouth shape vaguely seemed to say a word, "monster".

Jack patted the back of the driver's seat and said unhappily, "If you don't leave, you will be surrounded."

Gaspare shook his head, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and Picarra spewed out a long smoke and walked away.

A dozen vehicles of various militants rushing out from the small town were chasing after them, and they were already mad with anger.

He was happily driving the swearing-in meeting, ready to grab the meat ticket, and seeing that his livelihood would be settled for several years, he was actually stabbed in the nest by someone.

Although the casualties were not many compared with the total number of more than 300 people, the scene was too tragic. More than 20 corpses with separated hands and feet, or broken intestines fell on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Two boys who had just joined the group were scared out of their wits on the spot, hiding in the corner, watching the hellish scene in front of them, pouring out shit and urine.

Radulan Chassilon was injured in the corner of his eye by the broken bricks splashed by the bullet. He was still in shock. When he heard that there was only one car parked on the road outside the town to carry out the sneak attack, he couldn't help cursing.

Ignoring the confidant behind him who was holding gauze and trying to bandage him, he personally directed the convoy to outflank these daring guys.

"It's too fast, it's too fast, slow down to 45 miles an hour, and they won't be able to keep up with you."

Jack stared at the vehicles marked by the red triangle icon on the tablet, and they were gradually pulled into a long convoy. At this time, if he could get a Wuzhi, the light machine gun would be able to wipe out all these guys.

But that was all he could think about. He put down the tablet and put Barrett on the rear window. Although it was bumped violently, there were still plenty of bullets.

From the beginning to the present, less than half of the ordinary nato bombs have been consumed, and less than two magazines have been fired from the armored incendiary bombs. It’s okay to waste a little, the key is to stabilize the hatred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A pickup truck with a heavy machine gun was chasing at the front. It just passed the companion's vehicle, and before it could fire a few bullets, the front of the car was blown up.

The hood was raised high, and the driver slammed the steering wheel in fright. As a result, the car tilted and fell into the ditch on the side of the road.

Jack didn't even dare to continue shooting. The road was a bit narrow, and if the road was blocked, their plan to lure the enemy would fail.

After chasing and fleeing like this, in less than 20 minutes, the fork in the road leading to the abandoned mine was within sight.

Shebeck's excited voice also came from Jack's earphones.

"How did you Fuck bastard do it? Are you a superman bred by some secret plan?"

He also has a tablet in his hand, which can share the footage of the drone at the same time. Jack's god-like operation of poking a hornet's nest just now was clearly seen by him.

The ultra-long-range rapid fire at a distance of nearly two kilometers abruptly fired a semi-automatic heavy sniper with an effect close to that of a heavy machine gun. Not to mention Lake as a sniper, even the machine gunner Isaac was dumbfounded.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you all ready?" Jack also felt that his performance was a bit too much, and he wanted to ask Jiejie to pretend to be injured later.

For example, you will fall down when you meet, and you will never get up without the kiss and hug of the young lady.

Shebek, who was thinking wildly, did not know where he was hiding, and suddenly yelled in the channel, "You are here, this is here."

Gaspare, who was also wearing a headset, immediately let go of the accelerator, instead of stepping on the brakes, he downshifted manually and used the engine to slow down slowly.

The pursuers who were 700 meters away from them suddenly became excited. Some of the two cars in the front even leaned out of the window, and fired randomly towards this side with the assault rifle in their hands.

Jack and Gaspare hid in the front of the car with their equipment, leaning against the thick engine, occasionally firing two shots, as if the car was malfunctioning and there was no escape.

The chasing convoy gradually gathered, and the first few cars stopped about 200 meters away from them. A few smart ghosts were afraid that Jack's big sniper would show their power again, and they took turns suppressing and shooting at them.

"Is the location suitable?" Jack was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to show his head. The dense bullets smashed the dilapidated pickup truck, which was originally a battle-damaged style, into a sieve.

"It's very suitable. If you persist, they will gather more and more." Shebek's excited voice raised his tone, as if he was expecting the opening of some big drama.

"You're almost done. If you wait any longer, we'll all become sieves."

There were two bloodstains on Gaspare's shoulder, and a piece of flesh was bitten off Jack's waist by a stray bullet that bounced out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)