Chapter 468 Corpse House
Chandler City is more than 30 kilometers southeast of Phoenix City, which is just a matter of kicking the accelerator. After half an hour of shaking in the police armored vehicle, the expressions on everyone's faces All ugly.
This police armored vehicle called "Bearcat" is actually modified from the chassis of a Ford F-550 pickup truck, with additional thick armor and bulletproof glass.
But these extra weights also make the suspension system overwhelmed, and the ride comfort is naturally difficult to improve. After hanging around in a stuffy jar for more than 20 minutes, these young police officers have not emptied their stomachs. It can be said to be well-trained.
The word "Bearcat" is very interesting. It is actually closer to the original meaning of panda than "Panda" because it also means bravery and warrior.
Friends who often fly fighter jets know that in the late World War II, the last piston carrier-based fighter F8F developed and produced by the American Grumman Company was called the "Bearcat", which can be called the pinnacle of electric fan fighters.
This police armored vehicle is also very brave at the moment. After Jane confirms that the other group of people is already in place, following her order, the driver turns the front of the vehicle, puts the reverse gear on, steps on the accelerator, and roars. Then he rushed towards the main entrance of the villa.
Unlike LAPD-SWAT, which uses the battering ram on the front of the car to poke a hole in the wall, then reverses the car and then enters, the method of Jane's team is more efficient and more radical.
With a "boom", the butt of the police armored vehicle directly hit the door and the walls on both sides, and half of the vehicle was inserted into the front hall of the villa. At the same time, the police officer sitting at the rear of the vehicle Two explosive bombs that had been held in his hands were thrown directly from the small window.
After two loud bangs, the back door of the armored vehicle and the landing craft, which had the same design, was lowered directly. The team members filed out, and warnings rang out, "Get down! Get down! Don't move! Don't move!"< br>
A guard who was sitting in the front hall, eating something with a spoon, was so shocked that he knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands and not daring to move.
Two team members came forward together, one was handcuffed, and the other stood guard with a gun. The rest of the team members continued to move forward. There was a kitchen on the side of the front hall, and there was also a person inside. He was also temporarily lost due to the explosion of the shock bomb. able.
"Close your legs! Hands up!" Two more team members rushed forward and followed the same pattern, and the subdued guard was also cuffed.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team moved on, through the vestibule and into the corridor.
"Police! Search warrant! Don't move!"
The warnings came one after another. Unlike the military's indoor CQB tactics, the law enforcement units had to follow the principle of minimum force, so the verbal warnings from several loud-voiced members never stopped, which was quite a deterrent.
Jack followed Jane, and the others lined up behind them. When they reached the door of the first room, Jane stopped. Jack put his left hand on her shoulder and patted her gently, indicating that he was ready. Ready.
The two team members behind them bypassed them and came to the door of the second room. Finally, there were two team members standing guard at the entrance of the corridor to prevent anyone from suddenly rushing out.
In CQB terminology, there is a term called a "funnel of death", which is used to describe a narrow area covering a doorway, stairwell, entryway, or any type of narrow area. It is very vivid.
A door is pressed against the wall, and the indoor and outdoor areas, from God's perspective, are a complete hourglass. It is very dangerous to move within the scope of the "death funnel" .
In CQB tactics, the mere action of entering a room is divided into many steps. The purpose is to reduce casualties as much as possible. This is a competition of courage and luck.
Compared with the military special forces with more means, although the opponents of law enforcement units are more capable, they are actually more dangerous.
Jian stood against the wall, put her hand on the door handle, and signaled with her eyes to Jack, then turned the door handle hard and pushed open the door. The latter dwarfed the moment the door was opened. He followed the door frame on one side and entered the house while rotating his body, pointing the rifle in his hand at the farthest corner.
At the same time that Jack turned around along the door frame and entered the house, Jane's gun line also pointed from the near corner of the house to the far corner of the concierge.
"FBI! Don't move!"
This narrow door frame is not suitable for two people to enter the house at the same time. This combination is the most suitable way to enter the house at the moment.
No one likes CQB combat, even the most experienced special forces may suffer heavy casualties in such close combat.
Of course, the hostage kidnapping team led by Jane does not need to face such dangerous enemies. Those DU traffickers and smugglers who have been playing with guns for a few days do not have much tactical literacy. Strict training can turn accidents into The possibility is reduced to a minimum.
"Safe!"
"Safe!" The room has an unobstructed view and is empty. The curtains are drawn by the window and the light is not very bright. This is also a disadvantage when CQB breaks in. People There is a process for the eyes to adapt to light, and enemies hiding in the dark can easily attack first.
There was an inexplicable stench in the house, mixed with the smell of banana paint and even feces and urine. Jack and Jane, who followed him into the house, loudly warned his teammates in the corridor.
"Safe! Get out of the house!" Then the two men raised their guns and turned out of the room. They entered the house alternately and soon cleared the last room in the middle of the villa.
Another group of people were responsible for the second half of the villa. They broke in through the back door. After cleaning the room, the two parties could meet in the middle of the villa.
At this moment, there is a group of snipers ambushing on the hillside outside the house to prevent anyone from breaking the window to escape or other accidents.
Jack squatted by the wall, and Jane still opened the door for him. The moment he pushed the door open, there was a loud "bang", and countless holes were blasted out of the thin wooden door by shotguns.
"Tat-tat-tat!" Jack made a low dive, slid sideways into the room, and pulled the trigger in his hand repeatedly.
The safety of the M4A1 carbine is rotated 90 degrees for semi-automatic mode, and then rotated 90 degrees for fully automatic mode. The fully automatic rate of fire of this rifle is as high as 900 rounds per minute. If you hold the trigger, it will fire in 2 seconds. It can empty a 30-round standard magazine.
In this case, Jack certainly did not dare to use the fully automatic mode. Who knows if there would be a gunman hiding behind the hostages.
Fortunately, there was only one gunman in the house, and three 5.56X45mm NATO bullets penetrated the fat Mexican man's abdomen, chest and neck.
"Are you okay?" Jane then entered the house and continued to stand at the door vigilantly, her gun never leaving the body on the ground.
"No problem, safe!" Jack stood up quickly, stepped forward and kicked the shotgun out of the corpse's hand. This was a Mossberg M590 pump-action shotgun, which is very common and has a "trench cleaner" " known as.
Taking off his gloves, he touched the fat man's carotid artery and confirmed that he was dead. Jack wiped the grease from his hands on his pants and put on his gloves again.
"The team leader reported the situation." Jane shouted loudly.
“Safe!”
"We are all safe! Sir!"
"Two suspects were caught!"
Reports from various places came from the earphones, making Jane breathe a sigh of relief.
"Why did this guy shoot? This is just a smelly, empty house without even basic furniture." The little black guy named Reggie started chattering rather sarcastically.
"Call CSI and inform the people above that we are in big trouble."
Jack walked up to Jane. He was really looking for evidence, but he didn't expect the evidence to be presented to him in such an exaggerated way.
"But we didn't find a hostage, what happened?" Jane was confused by what he said.
"Your hostage is here." Jack said, closing the safety of the carbine, and hit the wall with the butt of the gun, and a stench hit his face as if it was visible to the naked eye.
"What is this? Walter Falk!" Reggie came forward stupidly, almost being suffocated by the strong smell of corpses.
“The internal structure of the entire house is wrong. There is no need to make the gypsum board walls so thick. The cracks in the corners are full of dead maggots.”
As Jack spoke, he pulled open the wall in front of him. The wall was divided into grids with wooden shelves, and there was a corpse standing in each grid.
Each corpse had a bag over its head and was wearing only underwear, both male and female.
(End of this chapter)