Chapter 821: The Divine Weapon Falls from Heaven
After sending the message to Jack last night, Jane and the people from the Marshals Service have been secretly monitoring the drug distribution point, which is a drug distribution point in the suburbs. A three-story building.
Just now, a blue Honda Fit sedan that matched the description drove directly into the backyard of the small building. Although due to the angle, the bailiff in charge of surveillance could not confirm the identity of the person who got out of the car, but the buttocks I don't know how such a coincidence could happen.
Samuels, the old black bailiff, planned to have one of his men disguised as a courier come to the door to check the truth. As a result, the courier truck was fired upon by automatic weapons as soon as it stopped at the door. Fortunately, the disguised agent The reaction was quick enough, and he only managed to escape with dozens of bullet holes in the body of the car by pressing the accelerator.
Finally, the bailiffs were prepared in advance this time. At least they had all the assault rifles. Six of them plus Jane blocked the front and back doors of the small building, but they were unable to attack because There were probably more than twice as many gunmen inside.
"You didn't notify the Philadelphia SWAT in advance?" Jack was a little confused. Are all these bailiffs so stunned? You suffered a loss once in Charlotte and you still don’t remember it?
The Marshals Service actually has two tactical units of its own, the Special Operations Group (USMS-SOG) and the Special Response Team (Special Response Team) USMS-SRT.
However, the USMS-SOG base is located at Camp Bregard, Louisiana, and needs to be deployed in advance. Unlike the FBI's SWAT team, which is distributed in various field offices and can be mobilized at any time.
Except for one in Washington, DC, the USMS-SRT is mainly distributed in several southern states, and its scale is relatively small and can basically be ignored.
So the Marshals Service mainly relies on local law enforcement when it goes out, and often cooperates with the FBI.
Probably because she had experienced a lot with Jack before, even though she was in a hail of bullets, Jane's voice still sounded very calm, "Notice, Philadelphia SWAT is dealing with a sudden explosion in the north, and it will take at least an hour to arrive.
I think it would be better to call the FBI Philadelphia Field Office for SWAT reinforcements than to come directly to you.”
“Hang on, we’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Jian. This little flattery was still very useful. At this time, a small convoy consisting of two GMCs and a command vehicle slowly stopped on the side of the road. Jack got out of the driving seat and put on a bulletproof vest with Jiejie's help.
Jubal, Hannah, and Jiejie in the command vehicle are all fully armed and are stuffing magazines into their tactical pockets. "Leave the command vehicle to Alice. I have notified the Philadelphia Field Office. , the SWAT team will arrive in 20 minutes at most.”
Sheriff Roland, who was drowsily sleeping, suddenly woke up and was speechless when he saw the scene in front of him. "What happened? Are you going to fight?"
"We may find Maldonado. This car is now the temporary command center. Please help coordinate the state police and Philadelphia police to block the surrounding roads."
Jack said and opened the door of the command car. Clay was originally driving one of the convoy. The GMC drove the way, and Aubrey followed the command vehicle in another one.
Now two GMCs stopped side by side in front. The two drivers had got out of the car. Clay quickly put on a bulletproof vest for himself and was helping Aubrey tighten the straps.
"I will also act with you." Agent Gelson, who put on a bulletproof vest with the word DEA printed on it, had an impassioned expression.
"OK, you follow Agent Spencer (Clay)." Jack did not refuse, he was still waiting for this guy to show his fox tail.
Jack found Jane Banner as a foreign aid, including cooperating with people from the Marshals Service. None of this was hidden from his teammates. Everyone just tacitly agreed to keep it secret in daily communication.
He shared the intelligence and news sent by Jane to everyone in a timely manner through his mobile phone, of course after removing some conversations that could easily lead to imagination.
The two GMCs turned on their police lights and sped away with long sirens. At the same time, the command vehicle that stayed on the spot had deployed its side skids on both sides, and the mast behind it was slowly moving. rising.
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"Da da da da da da." The water tank in the front of a police car was directly exploded. The hood bounced up and turned into a piece of broken iron. Two injured Philadelphia Police Department patrol officers were lying on the car. He didn't dare to raise his head from the ground behind him.
Philadelphia is one of the oldest and most historic cities in the Union. As the signing place of the Declaration of Independence and the capital before the establishment of Washington, D.C., it also condenses the most "beautiful" parts of this country. . The three-story building surrounded by a marshal team is located on the border between two slums in West and North Philadelphia, just four blocks from Kensington Avenue, the famous "Zombie City".
Normally, these patrol police will never enter this neighborhood easily, because here, the subways and stations have long been closed, and all schools and churches have been moved away.
The post office, hospital and hundreds of original businesses have long since disappeared, leaving only the "health centers" (legal injection drug stores) that provided so-called "life assistance" to addicts.
But at this moment, the drug addicts who stumbled around the streets all day also chose to stay away from here. After all, they had not really become zombies and would subconsciously avoid bullets flying everywhere.
Jane Banner leaned against the front tire of a Saab, holding an M4A1 carbine. From time to time, he turned around and raised his head to fire a short burst of fire at the windows opposite that were constantly spitting out gunfire.
It has been less than 10 minutes since the exchange of fire. Thousands of rounds of ammunition have been fired by both sides. If it were not for the fact that Marshal Samuels and his men had military backgrounds, two of them would have been specially transferred from USMS-SOG. A master who has undergone rigorous training may not be able to hold on long ago.
At this moment, the Philadelphia Police Department arrived with three patrol cars. Four police officers were killed and three were injured. The remaining police car was parked on the corner and was too frightened to get in. forward.
Samuels, the old black bailiff, emptied the magazine in his hand at the small building in one breath, hitting sawdust flying everywhere, but without showing his head, he raised his submachine gun and fully automatic assault rifle and pointed outside. There's nothing a drug dealer who does a faith-shooting can do.
Although it is just an inconspicuous wooden building in front of you, some iron sheets and wooden boards are randomly nailed to the outer wall, especially the windows. It looks shabby and unexpectedly fits the environment around this slum, but in fact, it has been strengthened inside and outside. , the 5.56mm NATO standard caliber rifle bullet cannot penetrate at all.
"When exactly will the FBI reinforcements you mentioned arrive?" Samuels, the old bailiff, retracted his head and replaced a new magazine, yelling at Jane, who was seven or eight meters away from him.
"Jack said it wouldn't take more than ten minutes at most." Jane replied loudly, moving herself to a new position.
The old bailiff Samuels touched the magazine on his body, and a trace of sadness appeared on his wrinkled old face. He originally thought that this time he would be able to show his face in front of the FBI, but the result was... His feet hit the iron plate.
"Tell them, if they don't come back within 5 minutes, just wait and collect the bodies for us!" The old guy threw his beloved white cowboy hat on the ground fiercely. Just as he was about to shoot again, he was hit by a shuttle. The bullet retracted again.
"Bang!" A dull and powerful gunshot shocked the entire audience. They were mounted on the small attic window and fired continuously outside. The M16, which was the biggest threat to everyone and had been modified with a bump stock, went silent.
A hole as big as a fist was opened directly on the wall under the window. Unfortunately, it was daytime, otherwise everyone present would probably be able to see the light coming from the hole.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and another big hole appeared in the outer wall of the small building, and the corresponding window also became silent.
Old bailiff Samuels and Jane looked back at the direction of the gunfire almost at the same time, and saw a small section of Barrett's thick barrel protruding from the attic of a house diagonally opposite. There was a wisp of smoke.
"They are coming!" Jane shouted excitedly, but a familiar voice came from beside her, "I heard that someone is calling for reinforcements?"
Jane turned around and saw Jack bent over, rushing towards her with a Noveske N4 assault rifle.
(End of this chapter)