Armed SWAT

The information in the mouth of the "rat" is still very useful for the Los Angeles Police Department, and they quickly concluded an important piece of information-Abel Hebrew, a big drug dealer in the west, is about to have a batch of drugs in a hotel in the suburbs. Smugglers negotiate in secret and trade small quantities of the new drug.

Mitchell learned of the news from an internal SWAT meeting.Sangers walked back and forth in front of the slide projector, waving an infrared light stick: "We will dispatch a team of less than 50 people to the scene that day, and go to the scene with colleagues from the anti-drug team. If the scene needs it, Kevin will tell you what to do .Remember your usual training, please treat this as a normal mission - the only difference is that the opponent has a little more firepower, more bullets, and the scene is a little more dangerous. OK, is there anything else you want to ask now? ?”

He looked around the conference room, and the special police officers were silent, flipping through the folders in front of them.

Deng Kaiwen was sitting at the end of the conference table, wearing rimless glasses, arms crossed, with indifferent eyes and a pale face.

"OK," Sangers turned off the slide projector: "The meeting is over."

When he walked out of the conference room, Mitchell was surrounded by the crowd, staring closely at the expressionless profile of Deng Kaiwen not far away.

Deng Kaiwen is very sensitive to eyes, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Mitchell through the crowd.

Mitchell scratched his head and smiled, showing his white teeth.

Deng Kaiwen was unmoved at all, and turned his head indifferently.

……

This man is still so calm, Mitchell couldn't help thinking.

Should it be said that he has a strong psychological quality, or is it a cover-up?After all, in the mouth of "rat", the Hebrew family was the culprit that caused Sinia Miranda to take drugs.

He walked through the corridor with his colleagues, but kept turning his head to look at Deng Kaiwen frequently.I saw a few police officers from the anti-drug team standing at the other end of the corridor, and Deng Kaiwen walked towards them quickly, as if he had something to discuss.The few of them stood together and said something with serious expressions, and Deng Kaiwen nodded from time to time, with his lips pursed tightly.

According to Mitchell's understanding of him, only when he is very nervous and mentally tense will he unconsciously tighten his lips.

What are they discussing secretly?

Mitchell reached out and grabbed the phone in his pocket, squeezed it tightly, and then let it go hesitantly.After repeating this two or three times, he finally took out his mobile phone, strode into the bathroom at the side of the corridor, and locked the door behind him.

On the day of the operation, Mitchell was indeed included in the group of people on mission, and rushed to the scene with the police car.

Sangers led the team, and Deng Kaiwen was not seen from the beginning to the end.

Mitchell was fidgeting along the way, and felt a little restless in his heart. It felt like a cat's paw was scratching, but he couldn't speak.

As expected, his premonition came true very quickly—there was a communication from ahead on the way, a firefight broke out at the scene, and the police from the anti-drug team rushed into the hotel where the drug dealers gathered.Abel Hebrew was arrested with a group of his bodyguards, and the two parties started a fierce exchange of fire on the third floor of the hotel.

The moment Mitchell heard the news, there was a sudden buzz in his head, and his expression immediately changed: "Kevin has already gone to the scene, hasn't he?"

Sangers was taken aback, thinking how did this kid know, the action of the anti-drug team was clearly not notified to every special policeman?After he hesitated for a few seconds, Mitchell suddenly got up and grabbed Sangers by the collar in the bumpy car: "Kevin is already at the firefight site, isn't he? I'm asking you something! "

"Mitchell, calm down!" "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with this?" Colleagues around immediately rushed up and separated the two of them hurriedly.

Sangers was strangled and coughed twice, and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"..." These words were equivalent to giving an affirmative answer. Mitchell remained motionless, stared at Sangers stiffly for a while, and then suddenly fell down.

That was what Kevin Deng asked for, and Mitchell knew it.

He asked the higher-ups to cooperate with the anti-drug team's actions, and rushed into the firefighting scene as an assaulter at the first time.The upper management quickly agreed. After all, Deng Kaiwen's skills and strength are here, and the anti-drug team also welcomes him very much.

Everyone knows how dangerous this operation is and how powerful the drug family's armed forces are—they can even dispatch helicopters and rockets in order not to be arrested by the police.As far as the police are concerned, most people are unwilling to participate in such an operation unless their responsibilities are on them. Even if they have to go under orders, they must first buy enough insurance and write a suicide note.

Only Deng Kaiwen, only the cowardly, thin, sickly, timid and silent little boy, rushed to the front without saying a word, carrying a gun on his back, disregarding life and death.

For the first time, Mitchell felt that the time was so long, and SWAT's famous Chevrolet armored car drove so slowly.When the car stopped in front of the hotel, he was almost the first to rush down. He saw an open space surrounded by dense yellow and black cordons.

Officer Mike stood beside the command vehicle, waving wildly at the communicator: "The A1 team is chasing to the third floor! Chasing to the third floor! The target helicopter is already heading this way, and they are going to escape from the third floor!"

The current of the communicator buzzed: "I can't catch up, the target's firepower is too strong!"

"Fuck!" Officer Mike dropped the headset, and suddenly the communicator beeped wildly: "Boss! Boss!"

Mike grabbed the earphones: "What's the matter?!"

"Go up! Our people have reached the third floor!" Amidst the dense gunfire, the voice from the communicator was almost piercing: "Notify the A2A3 teams and ask them to parachute to the third floor for cover!"

Mike's eyes widened sharply: "...who went up?"

"Deng Kaiwen!——That SWAT captain Deng Kaiwen!"

There was silence in the lobby on the third floor of the hotel. Fierce gunshots could be vaguely heard from the stairway, as if a violent storm was coming through the window, violent and unclear.

The roar of the helicopter approached from far away, and an assistant pushed open the window and said loudly: "Mr. Hebrew! Our backup is here!"

Abel Hebrew quickly walked to the window, only glanced at it, and his face suddenly relaxed.

The drug dealers around all showed expressions of relief, and some timid ones even had their legs go limp, and immediately fell to their knees, extremely excited.

"We need to get out of here quickly, and go to Mexico immediately tonight! During this period of time, the wind in the western United States is too tight, we have to withdraw from the United States in batches!" Abel? Hebrew turned around sharply and shouted loudly : "Drugs first! Send the drugs out!"

Several bodyguards immediately ran over to get the drugs.

At this moment, two gunshots were heard suddenly, and the two bodyguards running in the front stopped immediately and fell to the ground with a bang.Everyone was startled, Abel Hebrew looked up and shouted, "Up there!"

There was a loud bang, and the air vent on the ceiling was blown away, and then a heavily armed special policeman descended from the sky, shooting MP5 submachine guns at the drug dealers like a torrential rain, and the hall screamed in an instant, blood and flesh splattered!

The bodyguards rushed forward to block Abel Hebrew, only to hear him still roaring: "How could there be a policeman?! How did he get in?!—Retreat, retreat!"

Before the words were finished, the special police officer turned his gun sharply, and the bullets poured out instantly, knocking out the bodyguards in the front row!

The special policeman's position is also very strange - his feet are hooked to the ventilation pipe, the whole person is hanging upside down from the ceiling, with his head down and his feet up, like an acrobat who is thrilling but safe.It is actually very difficult to maintain this position, because the MP5 submachine gun will have a huge recoil on his shoulders, affecting the position of his upper body in the air, making the shooting unstable, and even causing him to fall to the ground.

But this special policeman's posture in mid-air is very flexible. In the case of body armor and equipment weighing more than [-] kilograms, his feet can still hook the ventilation pipe firmly, and at the same time, his upper body is slightly arched, which is extremely effective. It cushioned the huge impact of the recoil on his body.If one ignores the bloody and tragic background around him, his posture of holding a gun can be called wonderful, and it is not an exaggeration to praise the divine soldier from heaven.

"Damn it! Who is that?" Abel?

In an instant, he was sure that at least one or two bullets hit the special police officer, but the man remained unmoved. The submachine gun swept back and forth over the last drug dealer's bodyguard, and suddenly there were several clicks, followed by a short pause for a second.

Abel Hebrew's first reaction was shock—how many bullets were stuck in that man's full-body armor? !The second reaction was hi - that special police officer finally emptied the last magazine!

"Quick retreat—!" He had just finished speaking, but before he landed, he suddenly saw the special policeman throw away the submachine gun and take out a pistol from his pocket!

Abel Hebrew was taken aback, and felt that he wanted to hide, but it was too late.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Even if a sharpshooter is in the air, it is difficult to complete the process from drawing the gun to aiming to shooting in a short moment.

So when the gunshots rang out, Abel Hebrew's first reaction was not fear, but surprise.

He looked at the SWAT officer in disbelief, as if trying to see through the man's face through the bulletproof mask.

That was the last thing he could see, because at this moment a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows, blood gushed out, his body shook twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

——When did such a ruthless character appear in the Los Angeles police circle?

Abel Hebrew stared round his eyes, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"Don't move! Hands up!" The door finally burst open, and a group of police officers with live ammunition rushed in: "Put down the guns! Hands up! — Police!"

The counter-offensive was like a broken bamboo, and the situation on the scene was immediately one-sided. Many drug dealers were shot dead immediately on the ground before they even had time to shoot.

"Kevin! Kevin!" Mitchell lifted his mask and rushed forward in two steps: "How are you? Kevin!"

The special policeman fell from the ceiling to the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain.Mitchell almost stopped his heartbeat in an instant, and rushed to tear off his bulletproof mask, only to see Deng Kaiwen's face was pale, he didn't know if it was the pain or something, and even his lips were trembling slightly.

"You were shot?!" Mitchell lifted him up vigorously, took off his combat uniform jacket, and pulled out a dagger to cut open the body armor.There was a loud crash, at least 100 bullets poured on the ground, and there were countless holes in the body armor, which had been punched into a sieve!

"Where did you get shot? Take your hand away!" Mitchell broke Deng Kaiwen's hand with force, and then lifted his clothes.I saw a shallow bloodstain on Deng Kaiwen's abdomen, but it was not deep. It was some frictional flesh wounds caused by the burning of bullet gunpowder.

"I'm fine... just a little pain." Deng Kaiwen sat up from Mitchell's arms, his face was still very pale: "It's a good thing if it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it means that the bullet has gone in, and that's worse."

Mitchell was still nervous: "Did you get hurt somewhere? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Forget it, level [-] heavy body armor doesn't even matter with steel-core armor-piercing bullets."

Deng Kaiwen got up staggeringly, walked to the side of Abel Hebrew's body, and took a careful look.Mitchell walked up to him, frowned and asked, "Are you trying so hard to kill him? You don't even care about your own life?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled and said nothing.

Mitchell looked up at him to see him yank off his buckskin gloves and kiss a brand new wedding ring on his ring finger.

Mitchell's face changed slightly.

"At least it counts...doing something for her." Deng Kaiwen waved his hand, and walked into the distance without looking back.

Mitchell frowned, staring closely at his back.I saw him lowering his head and coughing while walking, his shoulders were trembling from the cough, and he seemed to be coughing quite heavily.

Because the internal organs are injured, he thought.

Even if he could withstand the direct shooting of bullets, if more than 100 bullets hit his body, the huge impact would be enough to injure his bones and even his internal organs.

The scene of the man kissing the wedding ring came to mind again, Mitchell closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.