Chapter 822 Raid
"I thought." Jane looked at Jack, and then at Barrett who was still firing frequently behind her.
"That's Hannah." Jack explained casually and pressed the headset, "Clay, what's going on behind the scenes?"
Switch the perspective to the backyard of the three-story building. , Agent Gelson's slightly dull eyes were withdrawn from Clay, who was holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle and carrying an MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle on his back, with a murderous look on his face.
He subconsciously tightened his grip on his Glock 17 and lifted up the "thin" police bulletproof vest on his body. He had not yet recovered from the shock.
When he saw the FBI wearing "Interceptor" bulletproof vests with hoods and crotch protectors, he had a bad premonition.
When everyone arrived at the scene, took out the equipment from the trunk of the GMC and got fully armed, he already vaguely regretted why he had come, even though he had a reason to come.
In the end, when a Texas girl with a sweet smile opened a huge gun box and took out a Barrett M82A1, Agent Gelson was almost crying.
"It's not a big problem. There's only a back door and they can't escape." After Clay replied to Jack, he looked at the dazed DEA agent next to him with some dissatisfaction, "Watch the side door, don't let civilians The vehicle is approaching. "
"Okay, okay, I understand." Agent Gelson swallowed, bent over and trotted to hide next to a trash can.
The terrain behind the small building is a bit complicated. Not only are there a lot of illegal buildings, but they are also filled with all kinds of abandoned electrical appliances and furniture, ranging from refrigerators to sofas.
The two Marshals Service detectives who were responsible for outflanking the back road were initially suppressed behind an SUV they drove, but they still found an opportunity to smash two cars parked in the backyard. , including the blue Honda Fit suspected of being driven by Maldonado.
This is also the reason why the drug dealers only dared to shoot arbitrarily outside the house, but were blocked in the building by the bailiffs who were much smaller than them and unable to move.
After all, it is one thing to use a bunker to shoot with faith. Leaving the bunker to rush out and shoot passionately with well-trained veterans requires more than just courage to be tested.
Compared to the unexpected encounter in Charlotte, the equipment and personnel quality of the Marshals Service this time were much better. Although the firepower was still completely suppressed, it was not completely suppressed. There is no way to fight back.
"Is anyone hurt?" Jack bent down and trotted to the old bailiff Samuels, and casually helped him pick up the white cowboy hat on the ground.
Federal marshals do not have special uniforms, but the old-school ones are still used to getting themselves a white cowboy hat. This is an old tradition passed down from the Western era.
“We’re lucky. Two guys may have had some scratches, but the Philadelphia Police Department suffered heavy losses.” Samuels, the old bailiff, took over the hat he had just thrown away, with an expression that was hard to explain. .
"Thanks to you this time." Jack probably guessed what he was thinking and smiled to show relief.
At this time, the surrounding gunfire gradually stopped. Only Barrett's dull gunfire still sounded from time to time. Hannah completed her cover work perfectly, completing the fire suppression with one shot. .
The violent weapon that shot through the wall made the drug dealer in the building scream and cry for his father and mother.
“Aren’t you waiting for the SWAT armored vehicle?” Seeing Jack take out a few smoke bombs from his breast pocket, the old bailiff Samuels vaguely guessed what he was going to do. In his opinion, this gang The FBI's next move was nothing short of suicidal.
Jack's answer immediately choked him, "Are you sure which of the drug dealers' reinforcements and our reinforcements will arrive first?"
"Okay, but are you sure?"
Old bailiff Samuels is not stupid. With the current support speed and intensity of the Philadelphia Police Department, it will not even be possible to block the surrounding streets for a while. The reason is that they are now located between the two most chaotic neighborhoods in Philadelphia, the West and North.
Philadelphia, which has a glorious history and was the headquarters of the American independent militia during the Revolutionary War, has now declined greatly and has maintained a high growth rate in population emigration for many years.
The industrial recession caused by the wave of deindustrialization has burst the bubble of the entire blue-collar middle class. Large areas of middle-class communities have been reduced to slums filled with illegal immigrants. The reduction in tax revenue has seriously weakened the security force of the entire city. Everything They have all fallen into an irreversible vicious cycle.
The FBI's SWAT team is indeed on the way, but they encounter various "accidents" from time to time along the way, man-made car accidents, and abandoned cars that break down in the middle of the road, which fully illustrates the fact that those who seemed to be trapped and died in The guys in the small building were not idle either.
Although the mobilized police forces will eventually arrive, it is hard to say whether they will come to help arrest drug dealers or rescue the trapped federal agents.
Jack likes to take the initiative in his own hands. At present, Hannah has used Barrett to defeat the rampant gunmen in the building so that they dare not show up. The obvious advantage lies with me. If I don't seize the opportunity, how long will it take?
"Just follow us." As Jack waved his arms repeatedly, he threw several smoke bombs far away under the window outside the small building.
"Puff. Puff"
As the smoke bomb began to smoke, before the smoke completely obscured her sight, Hannah fired two shots, blasting away the small building. front door.
Gunfire erupted again inside the building, and the gunmen in the building ignored Barrett's threat. Someone shouted in Spanish and urged his men to continue shooting outside.
Little did he know that the FBI and the bailiffs had already divided into two teams, and using the smoke to block their sight, they rushed into the small courtyards of the neighbors on the left and right sides, entering the blind spot of their sight.
Jack was followed by Jie Jie, the old bailiff Samuels and one of his men. The other team was led by Aubrey and Jubal, and they were followed by two other bailiffs.
Kicking down the simple courtyard wall surrounded by broken iron sheets and rusty barbed wire, Jack threw a shock bomb he had already held in his hand into the house through the window on the first floor.
With a strong flash and loud noise, the black muzzle of the Noveske N4 pierced through the tattered curtains and emptied a magazine in a fan-shaped pattern. Waiting until Jiejie behind Jack followed the general When the gun was pointed into the house, even the groans inside had disappeared.
The old bailiff Samuels and his men who were following Jiejie always pointed their M4A1 in the direction of their heads to prevent anyone from shooting from upstairs, but as the smoke on the lawn gradually dissipated , Barrett's gunfire rang out again, and Hannah, who changed her shooting position, once again became their most reliable cover.
"Bang!" Another shock bomb was thrown into the house through the half-remaining front door, erupting with a blinding flash and an unbearable loud noise.
At the same time, the group attacking Aubrey and Jubal from the other side followed the same pattern, clearing the room in their direction and squatting on the other side of the front door, just face to face with Jack.
“Follow me!”
Jack didn’t waste any time. He threw the Noveske N4, which had emptied the second magazine, onto his back. His right shoulder was slightly lowered. It was originally hanging on the right side. The MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle behind him was in his hands.
As if being savagely charged by a wild bull, the already shattered front door instantly turned into flying wood chips. Before a gunman hiding behind the stairs could react, he was shot three times by Jack who broke in violently. gun.
Two shots to the chest and one to the head, the few things in his mind instantly blurred the wall behind him.
(End of this chapter)