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

Chapter 240 Ambush

"Oh!"

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

"Back 500 meters." Jack shouted loudly and 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 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 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 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.

"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, 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 gas pedal hard, and Picarra spewed out a long smoke and walked 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 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 to the total number of more than 300 people, the scene was too tragic. More than 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 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 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, 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 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 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 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 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, 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 he wanted to ask Jiejie to 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.

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 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 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 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 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 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.