The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 968 There is no way to heaven
The faint muzzle flames flickered continuously in the dim room. With the help of the two bulletproof doors of the Firebird as cover, Jack and Clay's precise bursts of fire were reaping lives as quickly as the Grim Reaper's scythe.

After all, Lanston's men were former police officers, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers. After a brief moment of surprise, they used the large and small cabinets and equipment in the data center as cover to fight back.

Although the command vehicle of the wanted criminal team was far away, the directional speaker on the roof was extremely powerful, and a door was knocked open by the Firebird. Even the fierce gunfire could not completely cover up the climax of "Ride of the Valkyries".

"All we need now to survive the Vietnam War is a Huey helicopter that can fire rockets," Clay exclaimed with a laugh.

Compared to the Korean War, which the Americans never mention, the Vietnam War has become a popular cultural symbol of this country. Together with jeans, rock music, anti-war demonstrations, hippies and a certain imaginative president, it has become the common impression of all Americans about that golden age.

"Reload!" Jack emptied the second magazine.

Clay's short bursts immediately turned into long bursts. After emptying the magazine, Jack also replaced the magazine. The red dot sight framed the fleeing Lanston. After a slight shake, the muzzle of the gun deflected and knocked to the ground a man in a suit who was protecting him while escaping.

Now is not the time to kill this guy. We need to keep him alive for now so that we can ask him about the location of the transaction.

Perhaps it was because Jack and his men's assault method was too terrifying, the other side seemed unwilling to fight, and only a few guys were left hiding behind various shelters and firing wildly with submachine guns, while the rest followed Lanston and fled to the exit on the other side.

The data center converted from a factory building covers a large area, at least sixty to seventy meters long from east to west and more than twenty meters wide, so there are many entrances and exits. The rolling door that Jack and Clay broke into is on the east side. Lanston and his men are desperately trying to retreat to the west.

On the helipad west of the data center, the huge wings of the AS332 "Super Puma" helicopter had begun to rotate slowly, but it would not be able to take off for a while.

Unlike ordinary small helicopters, this large transport aircraft takes at least ten minutes to warm up the engine, check the status and finally take off.

Outside the factory, Jubal and others were advancing steadily under the cover of two female snipers, clearing out the armed security guards occupying the commanding heights and hiding behind the bunkers one by one.

At this time, the explosion sounded again, and a large door on the north side of the factory was blown open. Then two stun grenades were thrown in, and three fully armed soldiers, two men and one woman, joined the melee.

With the addition of Lavoie's three personal bodyguards, the pressure on Jack and Clay was immediately relieved. At least half of the submachine guns that were originally firing at them turned their muzzles around.

Clay fired a few shots and knocked a gunman hiding behind a file cabinet to the ground. Just as he was about to move the gun to aim at another guy hiding behind a server cabinet, a figure like a giant bear rushed out from the side.

With the sound of glass breaking, the security guard was pinned against the server cabinet by Reacher, and watched helplessly as the muzzle of the AR-15 in his hand slowly pointed toward his forehead under the opponent's huge force.

As his finger pressing on the trigger felt pain, blood and tofu pudding sprayed all over Reacher's head and face.

"Big guy!" Jack slid to his side, lowered his shoulder and threw the MDX508 on his back into his arms, then took out two magazines from his chest and threw them to him.

"Can you cover me?" The place where Reacher was hiding just now was a bit close to the place where Lavoy's three personal bodyguards broke in. He was hit by a stun grenade and only now did he barely recover some of his vision and hearing.

But he obviously didn't want to let Lanston go, his red and swollen eyes were fixed on the place where Lanston disappeared. "Don't worry, our people are outside, Lanston can't get away." Jack patted Reacher's shoulder and motioned him to follow him.

If the enemy resists here stubbornly, it may be troublesome. The space inside the factory is too large, the effect of stun grenades is average, and there are too many things that can be used as shelters. It will be quite troublesome to clean them up bit by bit.

But Lanston and his men obviously had no intention of fighting and only wanted to escape in the transport helicopter. After all, they would get 6500 million immediately. Who would want to risk their lives here with a bunch of lunatics?
"We have to complete the deal, get the money, and get out of this damn country before the police and federal agents show up!" Langston squatted behind a filing cabinet, looking at the small door that was just around the corner and cheered his men loudly.

The huge engine sound of the AS332 "Super Puma" can be clearly heard. Just push open this door and run a few dozen meters to escape.

There were only three men left with Lanston at this time, and one of them asked loudly, "What about the others?"

"I will send the money to their families!" The old man talked nonsense, raised the submachine gun above his head and fired a burst of faith, then kicked one of his men next to him.

"Open the door, you idiot!"

The sound of gunfire gradually became sparse at this time. Both Jack and Lavoy's three bodyguards were using silenced weapons. Most of the deafening gunshots at the scene were caused by Lanston's men firing back.

What this meant was of course self-evident. The guy who was kicked out of the shelter stumbled to the door, and as soon as he put his hand on the handle, he was fired upon by Lavoie's three bodyguards at the same time.

The corpse slid to the ground and moved the door handle, causing the small door to open. The airflow driven by the helicopter propeller outside blew in dust and blew the small door back, but it was stuck by the fallen corpse, giving hope of life to the remaining people.

"Run! Run! Run!" The old and cunning Lanston emptied his magazine randomly towards the opposite side, took the opportunity to hide behind one of his men, and used him as a meat shield to rush out of the small door.

"Hurry up and get on the plane!" The old man stumbled towards the helicopter, and the remaining two men followed behind him, firing a few bursts of bullets at the small door from time to time, trying to prevent anyone from chasing them.

Just as Lanston placed his right hand on the handle on the side of the helicopter and was about to open the door, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and felt his arm, which was exerting force, suddenly become lighter. At this time, the dull sound of Barrett's gunshot reached his ears.

The carrot-thick .50BMG bullet easily broke his arm, and the remaining force left a hole in the ground, stirring up a little smoke and dust.

"what!"

Lanston, who had exerted too much force, staggered and nearly fell to the ground. Only then did he realize what had happened. He knelt down and wailed, holding his broken arm with blood gushing out.

The helicopter door was suddenly opened. Amid the stunned expressions of Lanston's last two men, O'Donnell and Dixon pulled the trigger, pouring their anger and bullets on the two men.

(End of this chapter)