Chapter 461 Great Mercy
Wearing big pants and walking out of the bathroom, Jack stood in front of the window of his second-floor bedroom and lit a cigar. Emily had threatened him before and not allowed him to go shirtless downstairs. If you wander around the living room, no one will talk about it in your bedroom.
He was smoking happily and replaying the previous battle in his mind, when he saw three vans driving slowly on the road leading to his home in the distance.
The three cars were lined up in a queue. They were traveling very slowly and without turning on the lights. Jack felt something in his heart and had an unpleasant premonition. He knew that the house closest to his home was also hundreds of miles away. Coming out of the distance, this was obviously aimed at his home.
He jumped to the door in two steps, turned off the light in the room, picked up a bathrobe and put it on, and shouted to Emily who was still taking a bath in the bathroom downstairs, "Emily, you'd better get dressed now."
Then he returned to the window, raised his visual perception to the highest level, looked sideways from the window, and at the same time picked up the mobile phone on the table with one hand. After hesitating for half a second, he called Tim.
"Man, can you send a police patrol car over to take a look? There may be some uninvited guests at my house."
Tim on the other side of the phone suddenly became energetic when he heard this, "You're going back. Was he being followed?”
Jack watched the three vans stop in an open space about 70 to 80 meters away from his home. He had already opened the door and curled his lips in disdain. Such a careless person?
"How is it possible? Someone checked my LAPD file through hacking methods before, and they should have obtained my address from it."
"OK, I'm just about to get off work and come here with John. Don't be too harsh. The patrols have seen enough corpses today."
Tim's tone on the phone was very relaxed and completely He didn't mean to worry about Jack, just kidding, although this guy didn't have much reputation outside, he had already become a legend in their circle.
Besides, he looked at the small arsenal in Jack's basement and slowly accumulated it bit by bit from scratch.
Tim once joked with John privately that even if the entire Wilshire Police Department was mobilized, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat Jack who was prepared.
Even the SWAT team of the LAPD must rely on special armored vehicles to be sure of victory. Of course, the price to pay is another matter.
Jack watched a person get out of the first car, raised a huge telescope in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but frowned. This was because he was prepared.
You must know that although military night vision devices are rare on the black market, large civilian telescopes with night vision functions are not difficult to obtain. This move of the other party basically means that his current position has been Exposed.
He simply did not dodge, holding a cigarette in his mouth, standing directly in front of the window, and raised his middle finger towards the person who was observing his house.
Sure enough, the guy immediately put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and seemed to say something behind him, and then waved his hand. More than ten people got out of the three vans, and then they looked at the small building. refer to.
The next second, Jack’s eyes widened and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"RPG! Call all SWAT!"
He yelled at the phone, threw it away and ran away. What did he see? The dozen or so people who got off the bus were not only fully armed, but three of them were carrying thick and long tubes on their shoulders.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The silent night sky was broken by three sharp howls that sounded almost simultaneously. The distance of seventy or eighty meters passed in an instant, and then came a There was a loud bang.
“Boom!”
The second floor of the small building was directly blasted. Broken glass and various debris were shot out from the windows with large holes along with the fire. A few seconds later, three more uneven trajectories passed between the open space where the attacker was and Jack's small building, and penetrated into the floor-to-ceiling windows and the front door on the first floor, blazing again.
The sound of the explosion even alarmed vehicles parked on the roadside hundreds of meters away. For a while, distant car sirens rang out one after another, ringing through the night sky.
"Dog, dog!" the leader urged a few times. The militants behind him bent down, holding assault rifles, divided into four groups, each group of three, in a standard tactical alert posture. , rushing toward the small building that had been riddled with holes.
The distance of 70 to 80 meters is neither far nor close. Under normal circumstances, any athlete who has received basic training can run within 12 seconds on the 100-meter distance.
The four groups of armed men were still very cautious and took turns to cover each other in small groups. It took them nearly two minutes to reach the steps outside the porch of the small building.
The leader was Doyle's most loyal subordinate, Liam. He saw that the 12 subordinates had arrived at the steps of the small building's porch, and he leaned on the front of the car quite comfortably, giving himself Light a cigarette and take a deep sip.
This group of people was a big gift he had prepared for his respected boss Doyle over the years. They had been training for 5 years. In the first battle, they raided a high-security prison in Zuclan. He rescued his boss and escaped with no harm to anyone.
Originally, there were 16 such elites in total, but tonight, in an inexplicable encounter, our own side, who had the upper hand, was actually defeated by a young FBI with no hair on his face, under that stinky cousin. With his cooperation, he killed 4 of them in one breath,
and even caused himself and the boss to escape in embarrassment. How could Riem swallow this breath?
This time, not only did he want to kill the FBI who had caused him disgrace, but he also wanted to take back that stinky cousin. If his boss planned this or that, it would be better for him to do it directly.
Anyway, the escape route has been arranged. If we arrest someone tonight, we can smuggle them back to Mexico.
When the first group of armed men came to the broken door of the small building, the power inside was completely cut off, there were no lights, only some sporadic flames were burning on the ground, emitting a negligible light.
The person at the front carefully stepped on the steps with one foot, and his thick-soled military boots made a slight crackling sound when he stepped on the glass shards on the floor.
He listened attentively, and the room was quiet. Except for the occasional crackling sound, he did not hear any groans when someone was injured.
This person was close to the crumbling door frame and did not dare to lean in. Instead, while observing the situation in the room, he bent his elbows, pointed his forearms vertically to the ground, forming an L shape with his shoulders, closed his fingers tightly, and swung from behind to the front, signaling the team members to move forward. Push forward.
The two teammates behind him turned on their tactical flashlights at the same time, picked up their assault rifles and prepared to enter the house, but just as they stepped onto the steps.
There was a sudden clang in the house, as if some metal object had fallen on the floor, followed by an ominous buzzing sound, which was lower than the sound of a chainsaw, but more terrifying.
“I haven’t paid off the fucking loan on this house! Ah! Ah!”
As a roar like a mad tiger came, a thin line as straight as a laser suddenly pierced Breaking through the darkness, the ear-piercing scream tore through the night sky, turning everything in sight into a bloody hell.
"Click!" Riem stuck it on his lips, and the cigarette he had just smoked fell to the ground. He looked at the small building not far away, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Go to hell!!!" Jack threw on his burnt-smelling nightgown, revealing his bare chest. The muscles in his arms swelled, and he held an M134 "Maze" steadily. "豼火神cannon", dragging a long bullet chain behind him, appeared at the door of the small building.
Monthly ticket! Monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)