Chapter 230 Combat and Capture
Gaspare's stealth skill is at least proficient, and he can actually sneak during the day.
Even if Jack observed carefully, he didn't notice much movement. After a while, he saw his black head appearing in the grass closest to the four people.
Seeing Gasparre silently extending his hand to sign OK, Jack walked out of the hiding place in a swagger, knelt on one knee, raised his hands flat, and used the standard kneeling position to shoot. The gun was pointed at the four gangsters who were working.
“Wow wow wow.”
"Bang!"
One of the gangsters who was facing him reached for the AK on his back. As soon as he said the bird's song in his mouth, it was blown away from the sky.
The other three people who were alerted reacted quickly. When they turned around, they saw Jack alone, holding a pistol. Some of them pounced on the rifle beside them, and some directly touched his waist.
“Bang~~~Bang~~~”
However, no matter how fast they reacted, they were not as fast as Jack’s shooting speed. Two gunshots were fired with an interval of less than one second, except for The selected long-haired man and the other two gangsters were all shot in the head and fell limply in a pool of blood.
Almost at the same time that Jack fired his second and third bullets, Gaspare ejected from the grass like an agile panther and pounced on the long-haired man.
When Jack rushed up, the long-haired man had been put to the ground, his head hanging softly to one side. He couldn't help but feel shocked, and he quickly stepped forward and touched his carotid artery. It was okay. Just comatose.
Gaspare is not much shorter than him in height. Dealing with these islanders, whose average height is 1.6 meters, is like an adult bullying a child.
“Can’t you be gentler?” Jack gave a false alarm, fearing an accident, and all three of the other three were shot in the head by him. If this one died too, he would really have no chance of survival.
“I didn’t even push, this guy was too weak.”
Gaspare looked at his arm in confusion, and seemed to feel guilty.
Jack glanced at Gaspare's hairy armpits suspiciously, wondering if the man had fainted due to his body odor.
The long-haired man's hands and feet were tied up with shoelaces and thrown aside. The two began to clean the battlefield and collect loot.
It is indeed a guerrilla-type terrorist organization, with four people and four rifles, each of a different model.
The one used by the long-haired man looks like the newest one, like an M4 carbine, but is actually a CQ-A5 assault rifle produced by Siris.
The second one is an AK made by Maozi. It has a chrome-plated barrel and a folding stock. It looks like an old product from the Red Empire period.
The third one is the foreign trade version of the Type 95 assault rifle, the QBZ97. Jack has actually played with the semi-automatic version of this thing, and it feels a little bit better than the M16.
The last one is the original M16A1, and it is also the worst-maintained one. The gun body is rusty and the rifling is almost worn flat.
Jack is not surprised. Seeing these different models of rifles here fully illustrates the level of waste of the Philippine ZF Army. These models were all military aid donated by three countries at different times.
The Philippines has a population of hundreds of millions, but its industry is extremely backward. It cannot produce guns and bullets on its own. During the five-month war in Malawi, the three major countries donated a batch of small arms to the country for free. and ammunition.
Obviously, these weapons can now fall into the hands of this group of terrorists, either because they have been captured, or because there is some unknown deal in the middle.
There are also two pistols. One of them, the M1911, seems to be in good condition and comes with a spare magazine. The other one cannot even be recognized by Jack. It looks like a May 4th type copied by a handmade workshop. , has become extremely rusty.
This is the power of the tropical climate and the island environment. Even a cold weapon will rust into a piece of scrap metal in a few days if it is not properly maintained.
Fortunately, the magazines of M16 and QBZ97 are common. Jack removed the magazine and threw the broken gun into the jungle together with the three miserable corpses.
There are also two slightly rusty machetes. When we go back into the jungle, at least we have someone to open the way.
Soon, Captain Torrance rushed back with the others. This time they walked almost in a straight line, and it took less than 20 minutes. Although the bodies had been cleaned up, the blood on the ground still made these passengers who had never experienced a battlefield tremble.
“Oh my god, it’s so scary.”
“Why are those guys so barbaric.”
“Why are there still people in this world? There is such a scary place, I want to go home.”
Fortunately, the rest were all normal people. Except for some who were overly frightened, there was no Madonna with cerebral palsy who jumped out to accuse Jack and Gaspare of not saving their lives.
Although it was not possible to see it very clearly from a distance of several hundred meters, the impact of the beheading scene was still too strong for ordinary people.
Especially when someone approached the place where the Korean man was held down just now and saw the red and black spurt-like blood stain on the ground that was several meters long, he couldn't help but spit it out.
Jiejie came to Jack, took the initiative to hug him, took the Glock from him, and forced a gentle smile.
“Are you okay?”
"It's something."
Jack's answer startled her, and then she saw him pull up his sleeves, revealing large and small swellings on them.
He never wanted to do things like crawling in the grass again. We are all human beings, so why did Gaspare have nothing to do? He just used the healing technique, and soon he was bitten all over his body. It's a bag.
“Who knows how to use a gun?” Jack patted the CQ-A5 in his hand. He personally liked the CQB95 better.
“I once flew a transport aircraft in the Royal Air Force and received some basic training.”
Captain Torrance took the initiative to stand up. I can only say that he is worthy of being a fallen brother. Even if he appears as a captain, he has to pretend to be a retired soldier. I don’t know what his performance was in the original drama.
The young man walking alone also volunteered, saying that he knew how to use a gun. Jack handed him the M1911. Judging from his relatively skilled movements, he should not have to worry about accidentally injuring himself or others.
Then it’s interrogation time.
"Can you speak English?" The long-haired man in a coma was slapped awake by Gaspare's big ears.
“Yes, I know a little bit.”
This guy's accent is a bit strange, but I can barely understand it.
"Leave it to you guys." Gaspare held the original AK and walked to the side to observe the surrounding situation.
Most of the women hid far away and gathered around Jiejie, whispering a few words from time to time. Some of them were held in the arms of their husbands to comfort them. It was obvious that their emotions were not too stable.
The two female college students looked bolder and stood aside with a few men to watch the excitement. Captain Torrance and Jack squatted in front of the long-haired man and began to interrogate them.
"Name?"
"Lonu."
"What organization are you?"
"Abu Sayyaf."
Jack and Captain Torrance looked at each other, really Got guessed right.
(End of this chapter)