The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Bang!"

The second green-tipped bullet accurately hit the exposed body of the pickup truck due to the horizontal blow, and with great luck, it directly exploded the fuel tank.

The three militants sitting in the back car instantly became a burning person. They screamed and ran a few steps, then fell to the side of the road and stopped moving.

"Back 500 meters." Jack shouted loudly and patted the roof of the car to remind Gaspare.

The car drove for a while and came to a steady stop again.

Although small-caliber bullets are impossible to hit at this distance, there are many examples of people dying from stray bullets on the battlefield. There are already sporadic bullets flying around, and the opponent's counterattack will become more and more fierce. If they are blinded, Hit?

Jack tried hard to keep his side within the ultimate range, not wanting to use his head to test the upper limit of the healing technique.

Barrett's accuracy was just that. Before there were crowds of people, as long as the trajectory was calculated, hitting people wouldn't be a problem.

But now that the crowd has dispersed, if you target people one by one, it will not be enough for master-level skills, and the efficiency will be poor.

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

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

"Bang!"

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

Of course, the militants are not NPCs in the game. They will just stare stupidly at the only road leading to the north. Convoys are pouring out from the east and west sides, trying to outflank them from both sides.

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

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

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

Gaspare stared at him for two seconds, as if he had just met him, and turned his thick lips without making a sound. The shape of his mouth seemed to be saying a word, "monster".

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

Gaspare shook his head, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the pickup truck ejected a long plume of smoke and flew away.

More than a dozen armed militants and various vehicles rushed out of the town, hotly pursuing them. They were already going crazy.

He was happily holding a swearing-in ceremony, preparing to grab meat tickets. Seeing that his livelihood was secure for the next few years, he was stabbed in his old house.

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

Two boys who had just joined the gang were so frightened that they hid in the corner and looked at the hellish scene in front of them, with their feces and urine flowing out.

Radulan Shahilun was injured at the corner of his eye by the broken bricks splashed by the bullet. He was still in shock. When he heard that there was a sneak attack carried out with only one car parked on the road outside the town, he couldn't help but curse.

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

"It's too fast, too fast. Slowly slow down to 45 miles per hour. If you do this, they won't be able to keep up."

Jack stared at the vehicles marked with red triangle icons on the tablet, which were gradually pulled into a long convoy. If Wuzhi could come at this time, the light machine cannon 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 bumpy, there was still plenty of bullets.

From the beginning to now, less than half of the ordinary nato bombs have been consumed, and less than two magazines of armored incendiary bombs have been used. It is nothing to waste a little, the key is to stabilize the hatred.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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

The hood was raised high, and the driver was so frightened that he turned the steering wheel. As a result, the car tilted and fell into the ditch on the roadside.

Jack didn't even dare to continue shooting. This section of the road was a bit narrow. If the road was blocked, their plan to lure the enemy would fail.

After chasing and escaping like this, in less than 20 minutes, the branch road leading to the abandoned mine was already in sight.

Sherbeck’s excited voice also came from Jack’s headphones.

"How did you do that, you bastard of Falk? Are you a superman created by some secret plan?"

He also had a tablet in his hand that could share drone footage at the same time. He could clearly see Jack's godlike operation of poking a hornet's nest just now.

The ultra-long-range rapid fire at a distance of nearly two kilometers, forcibly fired a semi-automatic heavy sniper with an effect close to that of a heavy machine gun. Not to mention the sniper Lake, 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 asked Jie Jie if he could pretend to be injured later.

For example, he falls down whenever he meets someone, and he will never get up without a kiss and a hug from a young lady.

In the midst of his wild thoughts, Shebek, who was hiding somewhere, suddenly shouted in the channel, "You are here, right here."

Gaspare, who was also wearing a headset, immediately released the accelerator and did not apply the brakes. Instead, he manually downshifted and used the engine to slowly slow down.

The pursuers who were six or seven hundred meters away from them suddenly became excited. In the first two cars, someone even leaned out of the car window and fired randomly in this direction with an assault rifle in his hand.

Jack and Gaspare took their equipment and hid in the front of the car, leaning against the thick engine. They occasionally fired two shots, as if the car had broken down and there was no way to escape.

The chasing convoy gradually gathered, and the first few vehicles stopped about two hundred meters away from them. A few smart guys were afraid that Jack's big sniper would show off again, so they took turns firing at them.

"Is the location appropriate?" 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 sieves.

"It's very suitable. If you keep at it, more and more of them will gather together." Shebek's excited voice rose in pitch, as if he was anticipating the start of some big drama.

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

There were two more blood marks on Gaspare's shoulder, and a piece of flesh on Jack's waist was bitten off by a stray bullet that didn't know how.