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Chapter 237 Attacking the "White House"

On the other side of the city, 10 minutes ago, there was the small "White House".

John brought Pete and others to the place called the White House that Yu Zhigan said.

"There are six guards at the gate, and there are patrolling people in the yard, old Lake, how is your marksmanship?"

"I used to be an observer!"

"OK, you go find a high point to cover us!"

"no problem!"

After Old Lake received the order, he slowly backed away and moved toward the taller building behind him. John Petraman and the others checked their weapons and ammunition, and then parked their car at the White House about 300 meters away. meters, waiting for Old Lake to take his place.

Two minutes later, Old Lake's voice came from the headset: "I'm already in position, ready to provide support at any time!"

"Roger that!"

After John finished speaking, he patted Pete on the shoulder. Pete immediately started the car and drove towards the gate. The guard at the gate saw the car coming, and immediately stared at the car. The speed of the car was not very fast.

The guards looked at the approaching vehicles and put their hands on the triggers, but they didn't act first. There was a road at the gate of the manor, and there were often vehicles passing by, but when there were vehicles passing by, the guards were a little more focused.

Pete was driving the car. When he came to the gate, he didn't stop, but continued to move forward. As the vehicle drove past, the guards also relaxed their vigilance. Their fingers left the trigger, and some turned their heads directly. Continue to chat with your companions.

Seeing this situation through the rearview mirror, Pete slammed on the brakes, and John and Subayev almost simultaneously opened the doors on both sides, and pointed the pistol with the silencer at the six people at the door. The guard shoots.

The fastest reaction of the six guards was that they had just touched the weapon hanging on their chest again, and before they remembered to pull the trigger, they were shot and fell to the ground. John kept walking while shooting.

After the six men fell down, they quickly pressed the button, and the empty magazine fell down, and a new magazine was inserted in an instant. After the bullets were reloaded, they shot each of the six guards in the head.

Pete reversed the car and blocked it at the gate, then walked down with his weapon, and looked at Dara: "Don't stand still, throw the body into the car!"

"Ah good!"

It was the first time Dara saw John and others fighting, and he hadn't reacted yet. He felt his scalp was a little numb. If he was one of these guards, he would probably be cold by now. As soon as Pete said it, he immediately lifted the corpse from the ground. Throw it into the car.

John and the others picked up the weapons of the group of blacks, threw them into the car, and stood on both sides of the big iron gate. Pete checked the situation inside through the gap in the iron gate: "There are still people patrolling in the yard. I haven't heard any movement here for a while, it looks like I'm going to rush over directly, and I can't touch the downstairs!"

"Okay, Subayev later, you and I are in charge of the left side of the enemy, Raman Pete and Dara are in charge of the right side, and the frontal enemy is handed over to you, Lake!"

"Got it, there are two people standing guard at the front gate, but they are chatting now!"

In the high-rise building opposite the White House, a black family was knocked unconscious by Lake and dropped to the ground, while Lake watched the White House from the window with a gun.

"I handed over to you those two people. I counted to three. You shot and killed a person at random to attract the attention of black people. Let's rush in!"

"it is good!"

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"call out!"

When John counted to three, Lake pulled the trigger and shot the head of a guard who was chatting, and the other person who was chatting with the guard saw his companion's head exploded, and then blood A mixture of yellow and white sprayed on his face, it was still warm, and he froze in place.

When he came to his senses, he touched his face, looked at the dead companion beside him, and shouted, "Sniper!"

After the rest of the guards heard the cry, they immediately picked up their weapons and quickly surrounded him, but Lake moved the muzzle to another black man's head and pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot through the guy's head again, and he fell limply to the ground. The rest of the blacks also found Lake's location, and immediately shouted: "On the third floor opposite, kill him!"

Some blacks immediately raised their guns and fired at the position of Lake on the third floor, and two blacks quickly rushed into the White House, trying to remind their boss, Gaza, that there were snipers around.

"Rush over and surround him!"

A black man who looked like an officer hid behind a stone and yelled. At the same time, he kept shooting at the old Lake with a pistol. It didn't matter where the bullets flew. Faith in shooting relied on faith.

After the guards in the yard received the order, they immediately ran towards the gate. During this time, Lake did not continue to shoot, which made the group of black men a little bolder. At this moment, the gate was suddenly opened.

The group of guards thought it was the guards at the gate who opened the gate, and they were still rushing forward, but at this time, Pete, John and others rushed in, and the AKM in their hands shot at the guards who had no defense.

In an instant, at least seven or eight guards fell to the ground. John, Pete and the others rushed towards the White House while shooting. People Position Shot.

Lake also finally found an opportunity to shoot again, killing a guard rushing out of the gate of the White House with two shots, and killing a black man who was standing at the window observing the situation, constantly providing cover for John and others.

"Dala, aim at the nine o'clock direction to suppress firepower!"

After John emptied his magazine, he yelled at Dara. After Dara heard it, he pulled the trigger of his RPD in the direction John said. His strong arms allowed Dara to shoot even if he was standing. Still very stable.

"Firepower suppression needs rhythm, rhythm, it's not for you to fight indiscriminately, three times in a row!" Old Laman shot a guard's head off, and said Dara twice without looking back. As an old soldier, You can hear the gunshots to tell what kind of weapon it is, as well as the rhythm of shooting and so on.

"Yes!"

After hearing the old Raman's words, Dala's original nervous mood suddenly eased, and he began to shoot according to the rhythm of the previous training ground.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

Three consecutive points, constantly suppressing the guards in the distance, preventing them from shooting, and allowing John Pete and others to successfully rush to the gate of the Little White House.

(End of this chapter)