The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 239 The Hero in the Bullet
Jack volunteered to come and harass the gang of militants, but it wasn't a decision made with his head.

First of all, look at the terrain. Palaang is said to be a town, but in fact it is not as big as a village in Sailis. It is built along the coast.

Moreover, the road leads directly to the center of the town from the north, that is to say, near the northern entrance of the town, you can clearly see the square in the center of the town, and the distance between the two points is less than two kilometers.

Coincidentally, the Barrett M107A1 in his hand has an effective range of just two kilometers against lightly armored units, and it has enough ammunition.

Secondly, looking at psychology, Radulan Shahiron, the leader of the "Abu Sayyaf" organization on Jolo Island, has already regarded these foreigners who were forced to land on the island because of a plane crash in the abandoned mine as stuff in the bag.

Although the vanguard he sent was hit head-on, and his confidant general was killed, but those who fled back also allowed him to obtain enough information.

The opponents he faced seemed to be elite, but they were limited in number and lacked heavy weapons and sustained firepower (Shebek never exposed the firepower of the machine gun).

It is easy to guess what Radulan Chassilon thinks. There are more than 20 foreigners hiding in this abandoned mine, which is tens of millions of dollars in profit.

As long as enough people are gathered, morale is boosted, and with the cover of the jungle, this place will be surrounded to death if they can't get in.

Our own side has more than ten times the strength of the army, the advantage is mine, and there is no possibility of losing.

So according to Jack's estimate, no matter how cunning this old guy is, he would never have thought that his side would dare to take the initiative to attack, and ran directly to his old lair twenty kilometers away, and took the initiative to launch a sneak attack without paying attention to martial arts.

Sure enough, when the green-skinned modified Nissan pickup arrived outside Palang Town, the sentry on the watchtower at the town's entrance didn't notice it, thinking it was his own people.

"Stop, right here."

Hearing Jack's order, Gaspare let go of the accelerator, slammed the steering wheel and pulled up the handbrake at the same time. The rear of the car was suddenly thrown out, kicking up a burst of violent dust, and the entire pickup truck turned 180 degrees on the spot and came to a steady stop.

"Don't turn off the engine." Jack warned worriedly, his legs stretched out from the car window, his hands grabbed the edge of the car window, and he climbed onto the roof as nimbly as a monkey.

"Wow, Jackie Chan?" Gaspare couldn't help but exclaimed, watching him jump from the roof into the trunk, take Barrett out of the box, and put it on the machine gun rack.

In this world, the furthest distance to kill with a sniper rifle is 3450 meters, and the second and third are both about 2400 meters. There is a certain amount of luck involved, and accurate calculations are required, taking into account wind speed and gravity. , ballistics and many other factors.

Jack doesn't need these. First of all, he has skill support. Second, he uses an anti-material sniper rifle. The focus is not on sniping, but on anti-material.

"Oh!"

The sentinel who was killed by Jack's first shot was less than 50 meters away from the pickup truck. One second he was still looking at the sudden convulsion pickup suspiciously, and the next second his whole head was blown away.

A body with only a neck attached to a mandible fell heavily from a 10-meter-high wooden watchtower.

"Boom. Boom."

Continuous roar sounded.

The one-armed old man who was speaking could not be seen from Jack's current position, but in the 10x Unertl scope, the gathered crowd was clearly visible.

It's a pity that because of the relationship between hitting from high and hitting low, the 12.7×99mm nato bullet will go directly into the ground after penetrating two or three fragile human bodies.

But this is enough. Although the sniper rifle skills have not been raised to the top level, Jack does not need to be too precise, as long as he sends enough bullets into the crowd with the fastest speed.

The obviously overpowered large-caliber bullets set off a bloodbath in the small square. Many people didn't know what happened, and were killed by the bullets penetrating from their companions.

In fact, if I replaced it with an M2 heavy machine gun now, because of the relationship between recoil and distance, the killing efficiency might not be as good as the Barrett in Jack's current hand.

He knocked out two ten-round magazines in less than 15 seconds, and the militants in the town still didn't realize where the attackers launched the attack.

At this time, the central square of the town was filled with blood and rain, with limbs flying in the air everywhere, blood spurting out, and even fragments of human tissues and organs.

Looking down from a high altitude, the ground of the square is like a colorful canvas, which was suddenly splashed with red-based ink, and then continued to smear on the canvas like an invisible paintbrush.

On the area of ​​the canvas that has not yet been stained with ink, the invisible brush draws a radial red pattern repeatedly, one after another, which is as gorgeous as fireworks, and it seems to be the first release of a virgin boy.

"Crack."

Jack inserted the sixth magazine and gave himself a healing spell. At this moment, the people in the square finally realized that they were fleeing from this place of death.

After reloading one magazine, he replaced the second type of bullet he brought with him, and took a short rest. Given his current physique, it was too much for him to endure the recoil from the anti-material sniper rifle continuously. .

The reason for this is that the Barrett M107A1 was not welded to the machine gun mount, and it could not use the machine gun mount to reduce recoil like the M2 heavy machine gun. They did not have this material, nor did they need it.

Half of his body jumped out of the cab, and Gaspare, who was already dumbfounded, knew this very well, because Jack fired in a standard sniper shooting posture, and the butt of the gun was firmly attached to his shoulder.

It's not that Gaspare has never used this kind of .50 caliber heavy sniper, but if he was asked to shoot at the rate of fire just now, he guessed that his collarbone would never agree.

"Are you okay, why don't you drive instead?"

From such a long distance, Gaspare couldn't see the results of Jack's battle, but judging by the reaction in the town as if it exploded, it is estimated that he will soon enter the chase.

"It's okay, just wait and drive your car."

Jack twisted his neck, made two crisp clicks, and pointed the gun at the first pickup truck that sprang out of the town.

"Oh!"

An armor-piercing incendiary bomb with a green tip painted in a white circle hit the front of the car, and then flames burst out at the engine.

"Tsk, it missed." Jack smacked his lips regretfully.

He was heading for the cab. The NAMMO NM140 MP multi-purpose ammunition originally produced in Norway can penetrate armor, explode, and burn in an instant. It is a hero among bullets.

After the U.S. military adopted it, it gave it a new serial number, Raufoss Mk.211 API, which has an excellent damage effect on lightly armored targets. Its combustion performance is aviation kerosene JP-8 grade, and it can produce 2 fragments.

　I really don't know how to write battle scenes. If you feel that you are still not passionate enough, then just read it. It's so tiring to write, huh...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)