The Dragon Soul of the Strongest Special Forces

Chapter 121 Operation Suspension
"We have ten more people, three of whom are seriously injured and two of whom are slightly injured."

Sarah's voice came from the over-ear headset. She spoke in a hurry, and there was the sound of bullets splashing on the container.

Ten remaining operatives!

Among these ten people, three were seriously injured and two were slightly injured!
Frake clenched his fists tightly, and the flames of anger were beating in his eyes.

There are a total of 20 team members involved in this joint DEA and FBI operation, but now only ten survived, and three of these ten people were seriously injured!
Flake peeked out of the container and noticed that there was an operator lying on the open ground, within the range of the opponent's fire. His left leg was shot and he was unable to move.

Although the action member fell within the opponent's range of fire, he was not shot. The mercenaries hiding in the dark just let him fall to the ground, hugged his injured leg, and wailed in pain.

Flake realized what the mercenaries were doing for leaving this body alive, surrounded the corpses to attract more action members to rescue, and then shot and killed the rescuers.

Just as Flake was about to remind Sarah of the incident by radio, an operator rushed towards the wounded.

call out--!
In the night sky, a bright ballistic trajectory streaked across.

This ballistic trajectory was very bright, but in Flake's eyes it was extremely dazzling.The bullet went into the head of the FBI Tactical Unit member who was trying to rescue the wounded.

puff!

A cloud of blood burst out from the back of the head of the FBI tactical unit member, and the cavity effect caused by the warhead lifted the entire back of his head away.

The member of the FBI tactical unit fell to the ground, and a pool of blood soon gathered under him.

"Fuck!"

Flake slammed his fist heavily on the container behind him, and ordered the remaining operatives through the radio: "Everyone, don't act rashly! Repeat, everyone, don't act rashly without my order!"

"Freck, save me!"

Banks, a member of the FBI tactical unit whose left leg was broken by a bullet, pressed the radio button and said to Flake: "My leg was broken, damn it, my leg was broken!"

Behind a container, the captain of the mercenary team, Wuster, rested his left hand on the container beside him, put the SCAR-H rifle on his left arm, stared at the ACOG scope on the tactical rail, and muttered softly, "Come out, Come out, are you still out? Your team needs help, yes, he needs help now!"

Banks kept yelling on the radio, but because of Flake's order, the remaining operatives did not act rashly.

Worcester moved the reticle in the scope to Banks' arm and pulled the trigger.

puff!
A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the SCAR-H rifle, and the flame quickly flashed across the front of the silencer. The bullet drew a bright trajectory and accurately hit Banks' left hand, which was pressing the radio button on his chest.

What happens when a 7.62mm rifle bullet hits the arm?Just like the current Banks, the bullet directly broke his arm, and the broken arm was only connected by some flesh.

In the film and television drama, the protagonist is hit by a bullet on the shoulder, but he can still hold the AK automatic rifle. Crazy rush does not exist in reality, especially the current rifle bullets basically use hollow tip structure. As long as you are hit, you will either die or die. Disabled!

Blood spurted from a severed vein in Banks' arm, mottled the ground around him.

"Flake, you bastard!!"

Banks screamed in pain and shouted: "Flake, save me, save me! I'm dying!"

Flake leaned against the container, clenched his fists, making a decision in his mind.He knew that there were snipers watching outside, so he waited for someone on his side to rush out, and then sniped; but he couldn't just watch Banks's slow death like this and remain indifferent.

With the current bleeding rate of Banks, if the bleeding cannot be stopped in time, Banks will die due to excessive blood loss.

"Still unwilling to come out?"

Worcester moved the reticle in the scope to Banks's other leg, ready to shoot Banks again, and then put some pressure on Flake, forcing him to come out to save people!
"Sarah, did you see where the sniper was just now?" Flake asked Sarah.

"I see." Sarah replied: "It's at my one o'clock position, but as long as I show my head, he will be locked by him!"

"Cover me for a while! I'll get Banks back!"

Frake let go of the talk button on the radio, took out a smoke grenade, pulled the safety pin, and threw it out from the back of the container with his hands.

Bang!Gululu...

When the smoke bomb landed on the ground, it bounced a bit, and then rolled forward.

White smoke erupted from the smoke bomb, and soon formed a white smoke cover around Banks.

"Sarah, cover me!"

Flake sprinted out from behind the container, toward Banks.

Sarah also jumped out from behind the container, raised the M4A1 tactical rifle in her hand, and fired a series of bursts in the direction of Worcester.

Puff puff!Puff puff puff puff!Puff puff!Puff puff puff puff!
Long and short bursts were fired alternately, providing cover for Flake, and forcing Worster, who was planning to look for Flake in the smoke, back.

The bullet hit the container that Worst used as a shelter, leaving bullet holes in the container.

Flake rushed in front of Banks, and before he had time to check his injuries, he squatted down and hooked Banks' right arm on his shoulder, and supported him to retreat into the gap between the two rows of containers.

Worcester, who was restrained by Sarah's burst fire, did not dare to act rashly. At the moment when Sarah ran out of bullets in the magazine and the burst shot stopped, Worcester leaned out from behind the container and set up the automatic rifle in his hand.

The smoke released by the smoke bombs has not dispersed, but it has dispersed a little more than before, and the figures of Frake and Banks can be vaguely seen.

Wurst aimed Banks in the back and pulled the trigger.

puff!
The back of the heart was hit by a bullet, and Banks let out a muffled grunt, and the hand hooked on Frake's shoulder loosened a little.

……

DEA San Francisco Division.

DEA Operations Director Goreme stood in the meeting room with an extremely ugly face. What happened in the container distribution yard was transmitted back to the big screen in the meeting room through the helmet video system of the action team members.

"Ham, how long does it take for the support to arrive?" Goreme tried to suppress his anger and asked Ham.

"Fifteen minutes to go!" Hamm replied.

"The operation is suspended!" Goreme ordered: "After the support arrives, cover the retreat of the wounded!"

(End of this chapter)