The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 822 Raid
"I thought..." Jane looked at Jack, then at Barrett who was still firing frequently behind her.

"That's Hannah." Jack explained casually and pressed the headset, "Clay, what's going on next?"

Switching the view to the backyard of the three-story building, Agent Gerson's slightly dull gaze was moving away from Clay, who was holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle and carrying an MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle on his back, with a murderous look on his face.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his Glock 17 and lifted up the "thin" police bulletproof vest he was wearing. He had not yet recovered from the shock.

When he saw the FBI wearing "Interceptor" bulletproof vests with hoods and crotch protectors, he had a bad premonition.

After everyone arrived at the scene, took out the equipment from the trunk of the GMC and got fully armed, he already vaguely regretted why he had come, even though he had a reason to come.

Finally, when a Texas girl with a sweet smile opened a huge gun box and took out a Barrett M82A1, Agent Gelson was almost crying.

"It's not a big problem. There's only one back door. They can't escape." Clay replied to Jack and looked at the stunned DEA agent beside him with some dissatisfaction, "Watch the side door and don't let civilian vehicles get close."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Agent Gelson swallowed, bent over and trotted to hide next to a trash can.

The terrain behind the small building is a bit complicated. Not only are there a lot of illegal buildings, but they are also filled with all kinds of abandoned electrical appliances and furniture, ranging from refrigerators to sofas.

The two Marshals Service detectives who were responsible for outflanking the back road were initially suppressed behind an SUV they drove. However, they still found an opportunity to smash two cars parked in the backyard, including the suspected Marr. The blue Honda Fit that Donado drove over.

This is why the drug dealers only dared to shoot arbitrarily outside the house, but were blocked in the building by the bailiffs who were much smaller than them and unable to move.

After all, it is one thing to use a bunker to shoot with faith. Leaving the bunker to rush out and shoot passionately with well-trained veterans requires more than just courage to be tested.

Compared to the unexpected encounter in Charlotte, the equipment and personnel quality of the Marshal's Bureau detectives this time were much better. Although they were still completely suppressed in terms of firepower, they were not completely powerless to fight back.

"Is anyone hurt?" Jack bent down and trotted to the old bailiff Samuels, and casually helped him pick up the white cowboy hat on the ground.

Federal marshals do not have special uniforms, but the old-school ones are still used to getting themselves a white cowboy hat. This is an old tradition passed down from the Western era.

"You're lucky. Two guys may have had some scratches, but the Philadelphia Police Department suffered heavy losses." Samuels, the old bailiff, took over the hat he had just thrown away, his expression quite indescribable.

"Thanks to you this time." Jack could probably guess what he was thinking and smiled to show relief.

At this time, the gunfire around them gradually stopped, and only Barrett's dull gunfire still sounded from time to time. Hannah completed her cover work perfectly, completing the fire suppression with one shot.

The violent weapon that shot through the wall made the drug dealer in the building scream and cry for his father and mother.

"Aren't you waiting for the SWAT armored vehicle?" Seeing Jack take out a few smoke grenades from his breast pocket, the old bailiff Samuels vaguely guessed what he was going to do. In his opinion, what the FBI would do next was simply ridiculous. It's suicide.

Jack's answer immediately choked him, "Can you determine which one will arrive first, the drug dealers' reinforcements or our reinforcements?"

"Okay, but are you sure?"

The old marshal Samuels was not stupid. With the current support speed and strength of the Philadelphia Police Department, they could not even block the surrounding streets for a while. The reason was that they were currently located between the two most chaotic blocks in the west and north of Philadelphia.

Philadelphia, which has a glorious history and was the home base of the American independent militia during the Revolutionary War, has now declined greatly and has maintained a high growth rate in population emigration for many years.

The industrial recession caused by the wave of deindustrialization burst the bubble of the entire blue-collar middle class. Large areas of middle-class communities were reduced to slums filled with illegal immigrants. The reduction in tax revenue severely weakened the security force of the entire city. Everything fell into irreversible vicious cycle.

The FBI's SWAT team was indeed on the way, but they encountered various "accidents" from time to time along the way, including man-made car accidents and abandoned cars that broke down in the middle of the road, which fully demonstrated that those who seemed to be trapped and dead in the small building were also Not idle.

Although the mobilized police forces will eventually arrive, it is hard to say whether they will come to help arrest the drug dealers or rescue the trapped federal agents.

Jack likes to take the initiative in his own hands. At present, Hannah has used Barrett to defeat the rampant gunmen in the building so that they dare not show up. The obvious advantage lies with me. If I don't seize the opportunity, how long will it take?
"Just follow us." As Jack waved his arms repeatedly, he threw several smoke bombs far away under the window outside the small building.

"Puff. Puff."

As the smoke grenade began to smoke, before the smoke completely obscured her vision, Hannah fired two shots and blasted open the front door of the small building.

Gunfire erupted again inside the building, and the gunmen in the building ignored Barrett's threat. Someone shouted in Spanish urging his men to continue shooting outside.

Little did he know that the FBI and the bailiffs had already divided into two teams, and using the smoke to block their sight, they rushed into the small courtyards of the neighbors on the left and right sides, entering the blind spot of their sight.

Jack was followed by Jie Jie, the old bailiff Samuels and one of his men. The other group was led by Aubrey and Jubal, who were followed by two other bailiffs.

Kicking down the simple courtyard wall made of broken iron sheets and rusty barbed wire, Jack threw a shock bomb he had already held in his hand into the house through the window on the first floor.

Accompanied by a strong flash and a loud noise, the black muzzle of the Noveske N4 poked in through the tattered curtains and emptied a magazine in a fan-shaped pattern. By the time Jiejie behind Jack followed and pointed the muzzle of the gun into the house, even the groans from inside had disappeared.

The old bailiff Samuels and his men who were following Jiejie always pointed their M4A1 in the direction of their heads to prevent anyone from shooting from upstairs. However, as the smoke on the lawn gradually dissipated, Barrett's gun The sound sounded again, and Hannah, who had changed her shooting position, once again became their most reliable cover.

"Bang!" Another shock bomb was thrown into the house through the half-remaining front door, erupting with a blinding flash and an unbearable loud noise.

At the same time, the group attacking Aubrey and Jubal from the other side followed suit, clearing the room in their direction and squatting on the other side of the front door, right across from Jack.

"Follow!"

Jack didn't waste any words. He threw the Noveske N4, whose second magazine had been emptied, onto his back, lowered his right shoulder slightly, and the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle that was originally hanging on the right side behind his back fell into his hand.

As if it had been savagely charged by a wild bull, the already shattered front door instantly turned into flying wood chips. Before a gunman hiding behind the stairs could react, he was shot three times by Jack who broke in violently.

Two shots to the chest and one to the head, and the few things in his mind were instantly obscured on the wall behind him.

(End of this chapter)