The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 458 Attack on Rainy Night
"We're here." Jack slowed down the car and looked out the window. Through the thin rain curtain, he could barely make out the house number under the dim street lights.

"Are you sure this is here?" Emily looked at the two white marble columns facing the street, a little confused. The house looked quite grand, but it was pitch dark inside, and the porch lights were not on. It didn't look like anyone was at home. .

"What a coincidence?" Jack was a little depressed. The two of them were chatting on the way. Neither of them thought of calling to confirm first, but no one happened to be home?
"Let's go down and take a look." Emily sighed and loosened her seat belt.

Jack had opened the car door and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly felt a heart palpitating for no reason. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the door of the house being opened violently and a white mask suddenly appeared from the darkness.

"Emily, get down!" Jack yelled, retracting his left leg that could barely reach out of the car door like an electric shock.

Before his warning sounded, "Burst! Burst! Burst!" gunshots rang out, and bullets hit the cab door and windows like raindrops.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

"Puff puff!"

The car door equipped with bulletproof steel plates splashed with sparks, and the bulletproof glass successfully blocked the incoming warheads. Although it cracked into frightening spider webs, it was never penetrated.

Emily also reacted quickly, perhaps because she had rehearsed various attack scenarios in her mind countless times during this period.

The moment the gunshot rang out, she leaned back and put down the seat, climbed into the back seat, and made room for the passenger. Then she opened the gun box that had been placed on the back seat, took out one of the Noveske N4s, and plugged it in. Load the magazine and hand it to Jack.

At the same time, Jack had already turned over from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, and the gunfire outside became more and more intensive. The initial shooting from an AR-type assault rifle became four, and then six.

The gunfire continued, and six suspects wearing white masks stood at the gate, throwing bullets at Jack's "Mammoth" without restraint.

"Get out of the car!" Jack shouted, and at the same time he opened the passenger door and rolled out of the car. He then stood up and leaned his back on the front wheel. For a moment, he only heard the bullets whizzing by above his head, the sound of gunshots and bullets. The banging sound on the car body was deafening.

Emily also held another Noveske N4, climbed out of the car through the rear door, and squatted next to Jack. The front and rear doors of the "Mammoth" had been bulletproofed, but the chassis was too high, and only the protection of the wheels could be ensured. Hit by a stray bullet that bounced off the road.

Jack was never one to just take a beating without fighting back. Hearing the bullets ravaging the body of the car and the sound of the tires leaking air, his heart was bleeding and his anger was rising. This was a new car with less than 3000 kilometers on it.

The gunfire continued, but the direction from which the gunfire came was changing. It was obvious that someone wanted to go around to the side and could not wait any longer. The other party's firepower continued. They were either veterans or equipped with large-capacity drums, or both. And there is.

Jack took a shock bomb from Emily's hand, and the two exchanged glances. At the same time, he pulled the tab and threw it across the street. Then he closed his eyes and blocked his ears.

"Boom! Boom!"

A huge sound and dazzling flash exploded, and the gunfire suddenly stopped. The distance was too close. Even with her back to the explosion point and her ears blocked, Emily felt as if her heart had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Jack didn't seem to notice it. Almost the second after the explosion sounded, he had already squatted up and placed the Noveske N4 in his hand on the hood of the "Mammoth".

"Tattoo!"

"Tattoo!"

Two consecutive short bursts of fire knocked down the two gunmen who had moved to the center of the street but were dizzy when they tried to get in the face.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

The gunfire from the AR assault rifle rang out again, forcing Jack back to his original position.The opponent was also very experienced. Two of the remaining four were still unsteady on their feet, but the other two endured the dizziness and bent down to find cover while repeatedly pulling the triggers on Jack.

However, at this moment, a tongue of fire spit out from under the tall chassis of the "Mammoth". Regardless of possible stray bullets, Emily lay directly on the ground and emptied a magazine from the bottom of the car directly towards the other side of the street.

Screams sounded from the opposite side, and then someone shouted, "Move! Move!"

"Reload!" After finishing 20 magazines, Emily rolled over, hid behind the front wheel, took out a magazine and replaced it.

Almost at the same time, a sharp sound of burning tires came from the street corner, and a box truck appeared at the intersection dozens of meters away.

Jack appeared again, but he was already in the direction of the front of the Mammoth. He stayed close to the headlights, fired in a standard kneeling position, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Emily's shot from under the car just now hit a gunman in the calf. The man fell to the ground and wailed, while one of his companions held a gun in one hand and stretched out the other hand to drag him away, but Both were hit by Jack who suddenly appeared again.

"Ammunition!" Jack yelled and emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine. The rainwater fell on the barrel of the gun, making a sizzling sound and turning into wisps of steam.

When he retracted again, only the last two people were left on the opposite side.

However, the firepower from the opposite side was still very fierce. The remaining two gunmen did not run away in panic. Instead, they used very standard tactical actions, alternately covering and retreating.

Jack took the magazine thrown by Emily and loaded it again, but he didn't dare to show his head casually. His shooting angle was completely blocked.

There were two cars parked across the street. From the beginning of the gunfight, the siren sound of "wow, wah, wah, wah," never stopped. The two gunmen used the cover of these two cars to shoot in the direction of the responding vehicle. Withdraw.

"Lauren Reynolds! We'll meet again soon!" Suddenly there was an angry roar from across the street.

Jack tried again, but was shot back by a precise shot. Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to the responding vehicle, Emily couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't be impulsive!" Jack grabbed Emily who wanted to chase her out and dragged her back forcefully.

The incident occurred suddenly. The two of them were only wearing soft body armor. Without additional ceramic inserts, they could not stop the 5.56mm bullets from the AR automatic rifle.

The remaining two gunslingers were good at shooting and cooperated tacitly. In this misty weather, unless there was an airdrop for him to pick up a Barrett, there was nothing Jack could do against them.

Each of the six AR-6s was equipped with a 15-round large-capacity drum magazine. They were able to survive this wave of bullets and successfully kill four people, which was all thanks to the opponent's underestimation of the enemy.

No one would have thought that Jack's big pickup truck was a strictly modified bulletproof vehicle. If it was the Sabo class that the FBI often drives, Emily couldn't say, but Jack must have been covered in holes and was ready to perform a resurrection miracle.

A scream of "squeak" sounded, and along with the sound of sirens in the distance, the tires of the box-type pickup truck rubbed against the slippery road, emitting a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the rain.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing that Emily seemed to have been drained of life in an instant, leaning weakly against the body of the "Mammoth" and slumped in a puddle on the side of the road, Jack thought she had been injured in the battle just now, and hurriedly pulled him away. Open her body armor and check her whole body.

Emily's face was expressionless, like an unconscious rag doll, letting Jack play with it. The heavy rain fell, soaking her hair and flowing down her cheeks. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

(End of this chapter)