The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 229 Tragic Moment

Armed with assault rifles such as AKs, several militants rushed into the plane from the cargo hatch, and quickly ran out again, chattering loudly.

"Where is the captain, where are the other passengers? Why are there only three of you."

Wrapped in a turban, the thin, monkey-like man was like the leader of them, yelling at the three of them in English with a broken accent.

This group of militants seemed to have received at least basic training, and only seven or eight people surrounded them, surrounding the couple from the great universe country and the bald old white man.

The rest of the people dispersed and looked around vigilantly. There was always someone standing on the pickup truck with the M2 machine gun mounted on it.

Jack, who was hiding in the bushes, sighed softly, and things really turned to the worst direction.

Passengers on the hill in the north can also clearly see what happened here, even if their eyesight is not so good, the crisp gunshots can still be heard clearly in their ears.

The women covered their mouths one after another, and everyone tried their best to hide their bodies behind bushes or tree trunks, for fear of being discovered by militants in the distance.

Seeing that the three were silent, the leader of the thin monkey grinned grimly and put the muzzle of the gun on the bald old white man's head.

The old white man trembled and pointed in the direction they came from, "They said they were going to the southwest, and went to the town there for help."

"Nonsense, why didn't we see it on the way here?"

The leader of the thin monkey cursed angrily, poking the old white man's bald head with the gun in his hand, spraying disgusting saliva all over his face.

The old white man's feet were weak, and he fell backwards to the ground, waving his hands wildly, fearing that the bullet would pierce his head in the next second.

On the other side, a few militants with silver smiles on their faces surrounded the couples from the great cosmic country, pushing and shoving them non-stop, speaking incomprehensible bird language.

"Thorn."

"No, what we believe in is also the only one."

"Ah!" Seeing that the actions of several people became more and more excessive, and even started to tear their clothes, the man let out a humiliating roar, but was pinned to the ground by the two of them.

"I saw them not go long along the main road, and then they went into the path in the jungle. I don't know anything else. Really, don't kill me, please"

The old white man knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, not even daring to turn his head, not daring to look at the tragedy happening around him at all.

The leader of the thin monkey snorted, ignored him, walked around him, took a machete from a subordinate, and stood beside the husband.

The other younger brother beside him cleverly took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and started shooting.

"Supreme!" The leader of the thin monkey shouted this sentence, and with a strong wave, a human head rolled down.

"Ah..." The old white man was so frightened by this scene that he moved his knees and quickly crawled away on the ground, but he was still splashed with blood.

Seeing the scene of her husband being beheaded, the already ragged wife was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, let out a shrill scream, and then lost consciousness.

"Ariulla Jiriguala"

A strong man with long hair got out of the car at this moment, and slapped the skinny monkey leader on the back of the head. He seemed a little angry. It seemed that he was the real leader of these people.

The brawny man waved his hand to let the two hostages who were still alive be brought into the car, and then angrily yelled at the little boss, signaling him to clean up the mess in front of him.

The little boss of the thin monkey beckoned and called two of his subordinates to help him throw the headless corpse on the ground, together with the severed head, into the back of a pickup truck.

The leader of the strong man said loudly to several other subordinates, "Stay here, pack all the useful things like computers, jewelry, and tablets, and then check if there are any valuable things on the plane, and come back before dark."

After finishing speaking, he took other people, including the pickup with the M2 machine gun, and drove away, leaving only four people and two cars at the scene.

The sun gradually rose above the head, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. The four gangsters rummaged through the pile of suitcases left by the passengers, collecting things they thought were valuable.

From time to time, when they find a watch or something, they will shout excitedly, and then get together to study it, discuss the value, and finally hand it over to one of the guys with shawl and long hair like a woman for safekeeping.

Jack secretly took a healing technique on himself to remove the lumps of various sizes left by the mosquitoes on his body, then took out the Glock 17, checked the condition of the gun, and found that it was in good condition.

"What do you want to do?" Gaspare's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief. There were four gun-wielding gangsters on the opposite side. This guy actually wanted to sneak attack with a pistol?
"I need your help." Jack looked at him seriously.

"I'm not going to accompany you to die. I don't even have a knife. There are four assault rifles on the opposite side. Do I expect them all to jam?" Gaspare said angrily.

"Then are you good at pistol shooting? Now we are at least 50 meters away from each other. Before alarming each other, I want you to kill at least three of them and leave one alive for me."

Jack calmly handed out the Glock in his hand, with the handle of the gun facing the opponent.

"Can you do it?" Gaspare didn't take the gun, but tried to lower his voice, staring at his round eyes, and asked angrily.

"Is there internet in Bali?" Jack's question seemed irrelevant to what he was trying to explain.

"Of course, what do you want to explain?" Gaspare was taken aback by his question.

Jack took out the water bottle from his backpack, held it in his hand, and smiled slightly, "Did you see a video half a month ago? The shooting in Los Angeles."

Gaspare's big eyeballs moved back and forth between his face and the water bottle in his hand, and it took him a long time to ask in a shy voice.

"You are the God of War at Starbucks? Don't lie to me, your first shot was really not luck? Although the video is not very clear, anyone who knows how to do it can see that the guy was headshot with the first shot."

"You were at least 40 meters apart." Gaspare finally emphasized his tone.

"It's 41 meters. Someone measured it for me afterwards. The man in the suit holding two guns is my boss. Do you think I dare to try my luck?"

Jack snorted disdainfully, took a sip of water by himself, and put the bottle back. People with a system are so confident.

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the long-haired man who was in charge of keeping the valuables, "That one looks like the leader among several people, and I'll take care of the other three. You can control him, right?"

Gaspare carefully observed the positions of several people, hesitated for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I can crawl over and get as close to them as I can, but you'd better blow as hard as you can."

　I was not satisfied with this chapter, so I rewrote it.

　　Sorry for the delay,
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(End of this chapter)