The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1065 Shotgun Shooting the Transmigration Machine

There is a sniper on the left, a rocket on the right, and a Mk46 light machine gun in the front. If you know, this is the street of Manhattan, New York, but if you don’t know, you might think you have arrived in Gaza.

The stalemate cannot go on any longer. Even though the police helicopter is hovering low overhead, it is of no use at the moment unless Jack can fly up with a sniper rifle.

The ESU special police at the front suffered heavy casualties, with nearly one-third of them down. The front line is in jeopardy. What needs to be considered now is not how to kill all the gangsters, but to let those NYPD police officers withdraw and regroup.

The two Dolan Tahoes were almost turned into a hornet's nest. Even if the enemy didn't have a second rocket, the police officers wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

But it is obviously impossible for the other side to prepare only one rocket.
"Da da da"

Jack kept his eye on the apartment window from which the rocket had just been launched. Seeing the other party appear again with a rocket launcher, he pulled the trigger and fired three bursts, causing the militant to tremble all over.

The launcher that was originally aimed downward at the ESU special police was raised upward, and the rocket shot straight into the sky.

A long trail cut through the sky and passed by a low-flying police helicopter. The frightened pilot pulled the joystick in panic and almost crashed into the tall building next to him.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the asphalt road in front of Jack, stirring up a little dust, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

"10 o'clock, fifth floor, behind the blue curtain." Aubrey reported the location loudly. His shooting skills were not as good as Jubal's, but his eyesight was pretty good.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

In response to him were several dull roars from the Barrett sniper rifle. It was Clay, who had just gone upstairs, who fired several shots directly through the window of the stairwell.

"Cleaned up!" Clay's reply in the team channel was concise and clear.
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50 caliber is so unreasonable, the large caliber armor-piercing bullet can directly penetrate the wall and kill the enemy.

Now that the advantage was on their side, Jack gave the order without hesitation, "Kill the guy with the machine gun!"

However, before Clay could open fire, Hannah's cry came from the team channel, "Be careful of the drone."

Before she finished her words, a black shadow that was almost invisible to the naked eye passed over everyone's heads, and then an explosion was heard from the apartment building on the right.

Black smoke was billowing from the exterior wall of the apartment building that Clay had just entered, and large pieces of wall paint and broken bricks fell to the sidewalk.

"Clay?" Jack's heart tightened. Just as he was about to get up and run across the street to the apartment, another bullet flew over and made a bullet hole on the hood of the car behind him.

"There's another sniper on the right!" Aubrey warned loudly, "Damn it, I can't see him from here."

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse again. This was the first time that everyone encountered an enemy with a drone, and it was a self-destructive drone that could reach a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour.

Fortunately, Clay's voice was heard again in the team channel soon, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief. "Ahem, ahem, I'm fine, the gun is broken."

"Who exactly are we facing?" Jiejie, who was on guard at the rear with Alice, asked in horror.

"Professional mercenary." Clay's breath was heard in the channel, and it sounded like he was somewhat injured. "That shuttle was originally heading for those ESU." He was considered to have taken the blame for those NYPD SWAT officers, and as soon as he made a move, he was regarded as the primary threat by the other party.

"Notify the NYPD helicopter to leave the low altitude. We have to find a way to get the others out of the open area." Jack said to Jubal.

Jubal had been hiding behind the Subaru and using the car radio to report the situation to the rear. The police helicopter, which had originally planned to return to a low altitude, received a warning from the FBI and increased its altitude again.

"I'll deal with the other sniper."

Hannah, who was following behind Jack, gritted her teeth and rushed to a nearby business building. This was a rather risky decision because the building was made of large curtain wall glass.

She was holding the same HK417 as Jack, but at the moment their combat distance was only between one and two hundred meters. As long as they could find a commanding height with a suitable angle, they could also deal with snipers. However, it would be more dangerous than Clay's position just now when facing a self-destructing shuttle.

"Drive the Saab class over here. We need the equipment on it, and we can also use the car body as cover." Jack's eyes rolled, and he thought of a risky strategy.

At present, there are almost no vehicles on the opposite lane of this old four-lane road. Except for the unlucky Civic that was hit by the armored vehicle, all other passing vehicles have already fled.

But in most areas of Manhattan, parking is allowed on the sidewalk, and Jack is currently hiding in front of the front of an SUV on the left side of the road.

The armored vehicle with a smashed front end and the Civic blocked the middle lane of the two left lanes, but if they squeezed hard, the bulletproof Suburban's power could easily push the Civic aside.

The wanted criminal team had just attracted a wave of hatred, and now both the operator of the self-destructive drone and the sniper on the right building were focusing their attention on the rear of the convoy.

But if the FBI doesn't do something, let the suicide drone fire at the ESUs in front of the convoy, and the sniper fires a follow-up shot, the NYPD may be wiped out this time.

In the battle with the flat-head truck just now, the Yukon driven by Jack was seriously damaged, but Clay's Suburban only had damage to the rear end.

After hearing Jack's order, Jubal got into the car directly from the passenger side, started the Suburban and began to turn around. This action immediately attracted the attention of the sniper, and several consecutive shots hit the windshield of the Suburban.

Unfortunately, he didn't have an anti-material sniper rifle like the Barrett, and the ordinary rifle bullets were bounced off by the high-quality bulletproof glass, leaving only white spots on it.

"Next." Aubrey, who took the opportunity to get into the car when the Suburban turned around, opened the other door and threw a Benelli M4 shotgun at Jack.

The ominous buzzing sound rang out again. Jack took the shotgun and pulled the bolt to load the gun. He repeatedly pulled the trigger at the small black dot that drew a strange arc in the air.

The high-speed flying suicide plane instantly lost its balance in the air and crashed into a street bakery under the action of inertia. After a loud explosion, broken glass rushed to freedom along with coffee and donuts.

The Subaru turned around and began to slowly move backwards. There were a few more crisp gunshots, and Jubal, who was driving, was splashed in the face with broken glass.

There were also a few white spots on the left side of his car window, but for a short time the sniper was still helpless against this fully bulletproof Subaru.

"Give me a smoke bomb." Clay, who had retreated from the apartment on the right, rolled to the front of the Saab bus, covering his still bleeding left arm and shouted loudly.

"Looking!" Aubrey was leaning on the back seat with his butt sticking out, trying to pull equipment out of the trunk. Although he knew that the car was bulletproof, the clanging sound of bullets hitting the car still made him shrink his neck from time to time.

(End of this chapter)