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Lockeford was so anxious that he instantly squatted down and hid behind the wall. As soon as he leaned against the wall, David Mosley was shot in the head.

There is a sniper!

If he hadn’t changed his position, the bullet would have passed through David Mosley’s head and hit him.

“Bang!”

Locke watched David Mosley fall in front of him and instantly regained his composure. Floyd Ross’s manor was attacked. It seemed that someone was going to do the same thing as him.

What a coincidence, we bumped into each other!

Soon he heard the sound of dense shooting. All of them were equipped with silencers. Locke immediately moved his position to observe the situation.

When he passed by David Mosley’s body, he did not forget to take away the flying needle behind his neck.

After changing to a smaller window, Locke turned sideways and looked downstairs with his peripheral vision. He found that more than a dozen militants were attacking the manor head-on, and his eyes could not help shrinking.

He immediately found that this group of armed men were unusual. They all wore hoods and were fully armed. They looked like mercenaries. They cooperated well with each other. Their shooting skills and positioning showed that they were the elite among the elite.

In the face of counterattacks, they did not dodge at all. Every time they fired, they were extremely confident. Every move was full of violent aesthetics. They were simply killing machines.

Although the bodyguards of Blackwater were all retired soldiers, they could not form an effective resistance and were killed one by one. It was like harvesting rice. It was not at the same level at all.

This was a naked massacre.

Locke looked solemn and understood in his heart that the Democratic Party had taken action.

It must be Alice Ross’s behavior today that aroused their vigilance. They did not want Floyd Ross to have any contact with the military.

Alice Ross, this stupid woman, could have imagined that Sanjis Camilo sold her out.

Uh, or maybe Craven Pierce.

Damn, these politicians reacted so quickly!

Decisive, fierce, cold, after deciding to take action, the action was swift and resolute, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

It can be imagined that Henry Gibbs should also be their target.

It seems that the two drunkards who accidentally broke in before should be this group of people testing the reaction and strength of the Blackwater bodyguards.

Seeing that the militants were about to attack the villa, Locke also made a decision. Since he happened to meet them, he would say hello to the Democratic Party.

He planned to leave this group of people behind. He originally planned to quietly deal with Floyd Ross and let this undercover operation end here.

However, he was holding his breath in his heart.

Damn, is he someone who can be used as a pawn at will?

Just happened to come a group of people who could let him vent his anger. It can be imagined that if this group of elites carefully cultivated by the Democratic Party were all wiped out here, these politicians should immediately fall into suspicion and be honest for a long time.

Locke took out the Barrett M82 and looked at the sea. He soon found a yacht parked one kilometer offshore, with a dark surface.

Barrett M82

The sniper was lying on the top of the yacht’s flying bridge. After dealing with David Mosley, this guy was shooting at the villa recklessly, helping his teammates to clean up the bodyguards who fought back in the villa.

“Bang…”

Without hesitation, Locke pulled the trigger, and a blood mist instantly rose from the sniper’s position.

Then he fired at the cabin of the yacht again, and the cabin was instantly full of lightning. He immediately put away his gun and walked to the door calmly.

He had just left, and the place where he had just stood was attacked, but the bullet did not penetrate the wall, but only shook off the dust on the wall.

Obviously, the militants downstairs found that he had fired.

Locke stood at the door and put on a full set of special forces equipment again, helmet, headgear, night vision goggles, bulletproof vest, wire ghost tactical vest, gloves, tactical boots…

Damn, I wouldn’t have changed my clothes before I knew it.

In fact, it doesn’t make any difference to Locke whether to change this set of equipment or not, but he wears this set of clothes for another purpose.

After Locke was dressed, he heard footsteps approaching. Three people, he opened the safety of MK18 and fired three shots at the door.

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

There was a sound of an object falling to the ground outside the door. Locke opened the door, walked out lightly, and glanced at the body on the ground.

Although separated by the door, the three shots were accurate in the head.

With the blessing of L4’s pistol and L3’s rifle, coupled with a physique far beyond ordinary people, and L4’s master-level mixed martial arts, Locke’s tactical literacy has reached the peak level of human beings. He can accurately judge the opponent’s position by footsteps.

Although this group of mercenaries are elites selected from thousands of miles away, they are not at the same level as Locke.

How did they harvest the bodyguards of Blackwater before? Now it is Locke’s turn to harvest them.

Locke has beenHe pulled the communication device off a corpse, put it on his ear, and immediately heard their internal conversation.

“Fuck, my leg is broken, send someone to rescue me, the yacht equipment is damaged, it can no longer be started, and it is taking in water, Plan B, Plan B…”

“Vulture, vulture, report the situation, have you solved it…”

“The black water has been almost cleaned up…”

“Fuck, Kangaroo, you take people up, be careful…”

“…”

The information was messy, but Locke understood it all. He glanced down the stairs, turned around and flipped outside the attic, and then took out the MK110A sniper rifle that he had used once before. This gun has a TANGO 6 1-6× scope and an OSS Helix HX-QD 762 silencer, which is a sharp weapon for shooting black guns.

K110A sniper rifle

He stood in the shadow on the side of the attic, clearing the armed men who were searching for Blackwater bodyguards in the yard.

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

“…”

One shot, just like shooting coyotes before. The whole manor has a wide field of vision. The militants in the yard are the same as coyotes to Locke.

Even if there are militants lying on the ground to hide, they can’t escape the fate of being shot in the head.

For this group of Democratic armed forces, Locke is a complete dimensionality reduction attack. He is the real killing machine.

After clearing the visible militants, MK110A disappeared instantly. Locke had heard footsteps entering the attic. He took out a MK3A2 offensive grenade, calculated the time, and threw it into the attic.

MK3A2 offensive grenade

“Boom…”

The grenade exploded in the air. While the three people in the attic were avoiding the grenade and were still in shock, Locke suddenly appeared at the window.

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

Three more headshots. After dealing with these three people, Locke held the MK18 in one hand and hung on the eaves with the other hand, descending layer by layer, and angry curses came from the communication equipment.

“Fuck, hurry up and kill that sniper…”

“Kangaroo, reply, what’s the situation?”

“Dagger, take people up to support Kangaroo, fuck, why is there such a powerful person in Black Water…”

Locke landed smoothly and immediately dodged behind a pillar. He suddenly remembered a Chinese fable that Li Bo had told them before.

The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

He was originally a mantis, but now he should have become a oriole.

Sensing that there was a figure flashing behind the pillar on the side and rear, he took out another MK3A2 grenade and threw it over.

“Boom…”

“biu…”

A shot hit the militant who jumped to avoid the grenade, and it was still a headshot.

After this shot, the whole manor fell into silence in an instant, and the communication equipment was quiet.

Locke knew that the militants had gone silent and were ready to play hide-and-seek with him. He curled his lips and an M136 AT4 rocket launcher immediately appeared in his hand.

M136 AT4 rocket launcher