The loud noise from the explosion spread throughout half of Covina.
Fireballs and smoke rose into the sky, attracting the attention of everyone in Citrus Square. The bearded man wearing a hard hat pressed his earbuds and looked towards the edge of the square, trying to see clearly what was going on there.
The diffuse dust blocked the view, making it impossible to see clearly at the moment.
The bearded man asked over the radio: "What's going on now!"
On the scaffolding set up nearby, a man wearing a sun hat was observing and replied truthfully: "Not sure yet!"
The bearded man prepares for the worst: "Be prepared to take action. Follow my orders before picking up the gun. No one is allowed to act without my orders!"
The men with glasses, bald heads, and tattoos nearby all approached the tool bags and material bags.
Most of the other workers around had lived in the United States for a period of time. When they saw such a violent explosion, they had already fled and hurried away.
Run as far as you can first.
In the dust and smoke, Hawke found that the white car had been blown to pieces. The black Mercedes-Benz had some external injuries, but overall it was not greatly deformed.
He rushed over in a few steps, opened the driver's door, and shouted: "Savior!"
Edward was breathing heavily and said: "Boss, I'm fine, I'm fine."
He turned his lips, revealing two rows of big white teeth, and did not forget to remind Hawke: "There is something wrong with that car exploding, something is wrong..."
Hawke said: "Don't move yet, the ambulance will be here soon."
Edward took a breath and said: "I hit it, hit it, and was hit by the airbag..."
From behind, Brian's shout came.
Hawke looked back and saw Brian shaking his cell phone, probably after making the call to the police.
The smoke and dust from the explosion began to dissipate, and the sunlight seemed to have fallen again, and the dark sky was also returning to clarity.
Seeing that Edward was fine, Hawke felt relieved and said, "Take a rest."
He closed the car door, looked around cautiously, took out a radio headset and a microphone, put the former on his ears and the latter on his collar, calling: "Raul, Raul, are you there?"
A Ford car was parked not far from the Mercedes-Benz. Raul was observing the surroundings vigilantly and replied: "Nothing has been found yet."
At this time, he noticed that most of the people in the square had fled, but a few workers were not there, so he couldn't help but keep an eye on that side.
A Cherokee gradually approached and stopped on the other side of the road.
Guti and Morientes in the car were also on alert.
Hawke came to the back of the Mercedes-Benz and opened the trunk, which contained a gun bag containing a long gun.
As long as there are enemies, he can immediately rely on this bulletproof Mercedes-Benz to fight back with a gun.
But he doesn't dare to get in the car now. If there is another bomb, the Mercedes-Benz will be a living coffin.
Hawke couldn't abandon Edward and could only hide near Mercedes-Benz.
On the scaffolding in the square, sun hats stared at the smoke and dust dissipating. They saw the burning car wreckage, the black Mercedes-Benz sedan, several cars and a few people on the road.
One of them, huddled next to the Mercedes-Benz, was clearly the target.
The sunhat immediately said to the radio: "Boss, the person is still alive, next to the black Mercedes-Benz."
The bearded man ordered without hesitation: "Kill him!"
Including him, these people opened tool bags or bags one after another and took out long weapons including ARs and AKs.
The visor moved the fastest. He opened the tool bag he was carrying, took out an AUG rifle with a scope, and half-knelt on the scaffolding.
On the road side, Raul has been paying attention to these people in the square.
As soon as Big Beard and the others moved, Raul noticed them.
Raul immediately shouted: "Enemy attack! Five people, equipped with spears, at twelve o'clock in the square!"
Almost at the same time he shouted the first sentence, Hawke grabbed the gun bag and threw himself towards the wheel on the side of the Mercedes-Benz.
Explosion-proof and bullet-proof cars are currently the best bunkers.
Bang bang bang——
The gunfire suddenly rang out, and the bullet hit the place where Hawke had previously landed. There were seven or eight small craters on the newly paved asphalt roadside.
Hawke quickly drew his gun and shouted at the same time: "Get down! Get down!"
He was reminding Edward and Brian.
Edward hid in the bulletproof car and huddled up.
Although Brian was not good at using guns, he had relatives who were good at using guns and had received gun protection training. He immediately fell to the ground and rolled under the steps between the square and the sidewalk.
Raul got off the car from the side away from the square, holding an AR and hiding near the engine.
On the other side of the road, Guti and Morientes, who had come down from Cherokee, had already rushed into the two-story shop on the roadside with long guns in their hands, taking the initiative to seize the commanding heights.
The three people Campos found have excellent fighting qualities.
Bang bang bang——
Gunshots continued to sound, and dense bullets hit the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz. Hawke could feel the car body shaking.
He raised the AR, pointed the muzzle forward and upward, and pulled the trigger in a standard soul shooting posture.
Da da da——
A string of bullets flew out, and the gunfire from the opposite side suddenly stopped.
On the second floor of the shop on the other side of the road, Morientes relied on the masonry guardrail and took advantage of the moment when Hawke's shooting made the opponent wary, and took aim at the opponent's sniper.
His gun was as taciturn as his man. The muzzle of the gun, which was equipped with a flash suppressor, made two muffled sounds.
On the scaffolding in the square, the sun hat fell down and hit the ground. Blood flowed out from under the head and torso.
Also on the second floor of the shop, far away from Morientes, Guti has a completely different shooting style. The wind blows his long dyed blond hair. He is holding an AR-15 with a bump stock and pointing at the square. A suppressive shot from the side.
Behind the front of the Mondeo below, Raul also raised his gun. No matter if he could hit or miss, he would first suppress his opponent.
He pulled the trigger and fired a random shot across the square.
In this chaotic situation, suppression is much more important than precise shooting.
At the same time, in the Mercedes-Benz, Edward, who had recovered his strength, took out a Glock pistol from his clothes, tried to lower the window, pointed the muzzle outside, and pulled the trigger.
For a moment, there was a loud sound of gunfire, like a battlefield.
Hawke emptied a magazine and used the bulletproof Mercedes to cover. While changing the magazine, he came to the front of the car.
He raised the muzzle of the gun and saw a reflective safety helmet.
This is no different from a fixed target. Hawke immediately pulled the trigger and fired a short burst. He quickly retracted his body without checking whether it hit.
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Sure enough, gunshots rang out from the opposite side, and bullets hit the Mercedes-Benz again.
In the square, a tattooed man was lying behind a flower bed. The AR was thrown at his feet. He was lying on the flower bed, and there was no movement.
Big Beard realized that something was wrong. The firefight lasted only a short period of time, but it didn't matter if he didn't kill the target. He also lost two people.
The target person has bodyguards, and the bodyguards are elite.
The bearded man made a decisive decision: "Retreat! Cross cover and retreat!"
He replaced a new magazine and fired fiercely at the position of the Mercedes-Benz ahead.
The glasses and bald head didn't have any mother-in-law, and they didn't care about their dead companions, so they immediately retreated under the cover of the big beard.
At the steps at the edge of the square, Brian was lying on the ground, listening to bullets flying overhead. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, and was wondering how to speak.
Suddenly, Hawke's voice came from behind the Mercedes-Benz: "Lie still, don't move and don't talk!"
That bastard was like a bug in his stomach and seemed to know what Brian was thinking.
"If you dare to speak, I'll shoot you in the butt first!" After Hawke shouted these words, he felt a little better.
He clearly remembered that less than ten minutes ago, Brian Crowmouth had said that there would be no street fighting in Covina.
The result? Not only were bullets flying all over the sky, enemies appeared out of nowhere and even used car bombs!
Brian didn't shut up because of Hawke's words.
He knew Hawke well enough to say nothing to his friends.
Just now, a car bomb hit him, and he didn't forget to drag himself away.
Brian had an idea and shouted loudly: "What I called was not 911, but the FBI's emergency call. It said there was a terrorist attack. The FBI helicopter will be here soon!"
The words reached the square and fell on the bearded ears.
Their opponents have no fewer people than them, no fewer guns, and no less abilities than them.
The bearded man secretly cursed the person who provided the information and urged again: "Go! Go quickly! Cross cover and retreat!"
The bald man stopped at this time, turned around and fired back, aiming at the position where he had just fired, and then hit the target first.
Real battles are completely different from the way they are shown in Hollywood movies.
Opportunities for accurate shooting are hard to find.
If you target others, it also means that you are targeted by others.
The soul shooting of African black men is the normal behavior of these mercenaries during battle.
On the second floor of the shop across the road, Morientes had already changed his position.
He held his breath and kept calm, not caring about the bullets flying nearby, as he held the rifle and pulled the trigger.
Two gunshots rang out.
The running glasses fell down.
"Ah——"
When the bald man saw another companion fall, he was worried about the bearded man, so he turned the muzzle of his gun to the place where the gunfire came from, and fired repeatedly.
After Morientes fired, he immediately changed positions.
Hawke took the opportunity to reveal the muzzle of his gun, fired in quick bursts, and fell down with his bald head.
In this five vs six shootout, the latter had an absolute advantage.
Although Edward was holding a small Glock cannon, Brian only shouted six six six for a while, but it worked.
Hawke knew enough about firearms that he had judged the sound of gunshots and guessed that there were at most five people.
Now four have fallen, and the last one is left. He said to the radio: "It is best to leave one alive if you can."
Today's sudden attack, if Edward hadn't risked his life and crashed into the car, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
Hawke must figure out where the attack is coming from, even if there are already guesses.
On the second floor of the shop, Morientes was condescending, his gun locked on the running bearded man.
He pulled the trigger several times in succession, but because he wanted to stay alive, the bullets missed.
Guti and Raul were not as good as Morientes in their marksmanship. Apart from shooting in a deterrent manner, they did not aim their guns at the bearded side at all.
Hawke picked up the AR, and the feel brought by long-term gun practice allowed him to pull the trigger at the moment when he felt the best. (End of chapter)