The German man carried a rocket launcher and blew up the black seven-seater Chevrolet into the sky with a rocket.
He threw away the empty military green rocket launcher in his hand.
He tore off his clothes, which were torn and tattered due to his transformation into a lizard man.
He pulled out a black Colt M1911 military pistol from his waist holster, clicked twice, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger at another black commercial vehicle.
"A broken gun, Shit! Who does he think he is, Rambo?!"
The driver of another black seven-seater commercial vehicle also slammed the steering wheel quickly when the rocket hit.
The entire car drifted half a circle in place and rushed down the interstate highway, but it just avoided the shock wave of the rocket.
The dazed driver looked through the rearview mirror at the shirtless German man walking towards them while firing a gun. He cursed angrily and turned around to yell at his teammates:
"Kill this son of a bitch and avenge Jeff and the others!"
The back seat of a seven-seater commercial vehicle,
“3, 2, 1!”
Two FBI agents placed their hands on the door handle, one on the left and one on the right. They made tactical movements with their hands at the same time and silently counted down.
On both sides of the car door, two special forces soldiers wearing bulletproof vests and brown-green bulletproof helmets held M4A1 carbines tightly in their hands, with their calf muscles tense and slightly bent.
As the final countdown sounded, the doors of the modified seven-seater commercial vehicle were opened at the same time.
The two special agents jumped out of the car, performed tactical rolling movements, and pulled the trigger in the direction of the interstate highway.
“Puff, puff, puff—”
After a burst of random shooting,
A special forces soldier had just stabilized his body while tumbling, and knelt on one knee. He looked through the infrared sight and pointed his gun at the big man who was walking towards them with his upper body naked.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the target's chest. He was about to pull the trigger.
“Bang, bang—”
In his sight, the target raised the Colt M1911 in his hand at a speed beyond his imagination!
A .45 bullet accurately shattered the M4A1's scope and penetrated his right eye.
... ... ..
The two M4A1 carbines equipped with silencers fired only a few times before they were completely silenced by two pistol shots.
"Fuck!"
The remaining few FBI special forces soldiers looked through the car door at their teammate lying in a pool of blood.
A sturdy man with a beard and a physique as strong as a brown bear was holding a FN MK-48 light machine gun, half of his body was sticking out to suppress the enemy with firepower.
"Bang!"
The green eyes of the German man blinked dozens of times in one second.
Due to the lizard's sensitive dynamic vision, the enemy's movements seemed to be replayed in slow motion in his eyes.
The machine gunner, who was holding the machine gun but had not yet fully leaned out of his body, was shot in the head by him.
Plop!
The machine gunner's head exploded like a watermelon and he was thrown out of the commercial vehicle with his gun.
The FBI agent sitting in the driver's seat looked through the rearview mirror at his companion whose head was smashed. He was shaking a little with the gun in his hand, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted others.
"It's a top gunner! Don't move, prepare smoke bombs and flash bombs, he's alone, we still have a chance!"
"Bang!"
As the driver finished his words, a .45 bullet pierced the driver's seat glass in an arc and went through his temple.
The bullet entered his temple on one side and spurted out from the other side of his temple with red and white liquid.
The modified high-powered Colt pistol shot through the driver's temples.
The bullet's kinetic energy did not decrease, and it immediately pierced through the back of the head of another FBI agent in the passenger seat.
The special agent was checking the target's movements through the co-pilot's rearview mirror when the back of his head exploded with a bang.
The windshield and seats of the entire seven-seater commercial vehicle were instantly filled with red and white liquids...
An FBI agent who was sitting behind the passenger seat and had just opened the car door, touched the blood-red sticky liquid on his face and screamed in collapse.
… …
The German man shook his wrist quickly and used arc shooting to kill two enemies. He raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the fuel tank of the seven-seater commercial vehicle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three shots, the modified fuel tank was directly blown up.
With a bang, the seven-seater commercial vehicle, like the previous one, turned into a fireball.
… …
Kaka
After dealing with the enemies in the two cars, the German man changed the magazine in his pistol.
He calmly turned around and walked back toward the interstate.
He had a naked strong upper body and a gold peace badge with a size D hanging on his chest, swaying from side to side. There was a peach heart engraved in the middle of the gold badge and the Arabic numeral 8 on the corner!
As if to make it different, the number 8 is inlaid with some small-carat rubies, which sparkle brightly in the sun and are particularly eye-catching.
… …
Bang, bang, bang…
On the interstate highway, Phil Coulson lay behind the tire, occasionally stretching out his arm and shooting forward with a pistol.
The enemy's firepower was too dense and their shooting was accurate.
After several rounds of gunfire, all the armed escort police from the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration were killed or wounded.
Most of the armed police and FBI field agents from Albuquerque who he used to set up the ambush were also killed.
"Sir, their firepower is too strong, and they are all equipped with heavy bulletproof vests. They are well prepared! Let's retreat!"
An Albuquerque sheriff, holding a riot gun, retreated to Phil Coulson in a panic and yelled at him.
Phil Coulson looked at him deeply.
"Sheriff, this is not a question of whether we should retreat or not. Look at how hard they are chasing us. Do they look like they are going to let us go?!"
At this time, relying on fierce firepower, several gunmen from Siberian training camps had hijacked the prison van carrying prisoners.
Two gunmen carried Gustavo off the prison van and put him in the car behind, but the others showed no intention of stopping.
Relying on powerful firepower, they suppressed a group of FBI agents and federal police while advancing forward.
“Ding ding!”
Phil Coulson took out his cell phone, looked at the flashing red dot on the phone, and asked the sheriff beside him: "How long will it take for the backup to arrive!"
"We've contacted the Albuquerque SWAT team. They'll be arriving in an armed helicopter, but they want us to hold out for at least twenty minutes!"
The sheriff was about to stick his head out when a bullet grazed his helmet. If Phil Coulson hadn't been quick to pull him back, the bullet would have shot him in the head.
"I don't think we'll last ten minutes!"
The sheriff collapsed to the ground in fear, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and complained to Phil Coulson.
"Don't worry, Sheriff, you will return home safe and alive!" Phil Coulson said as he adjusted the headset on his ear.
"Everyone, throw out all the smoke bombs in your hands and create a smoke barrier. Hold on, our support will be here soon!"
After Phil Coulson gave the order, he took out a smoke bomb from the open car door, pulled the string, swung his arm with all his strength, and threw it into the distance.
For a moment, the interstate highway was filled with the clinking sound of smoke bomb cans falling to the ground.
Then there was a hissing sound of smoke, and soon white smoke covered the entire road.
In the pitch-black smoke, the sound of gunfire disappeared instantly.
Neither side opened fire. If they did so in this environment, they would inevitably be subject to concentrated fire from the other side!
In the white smoke, a fully armed FBI agent leaned against the car door, his wet hands tightly gripping the assault rifle, his ears perked up, listening to the movements around him without even breathing.
He was so nervous that he didn't notice that a big hand stretched out from behind him and suddenly covered his mouth and nose, while the other hand grabbed his neck.
Kacha
With a force of both hands, he easily broke the neck of the enemy in front of him. The barefoot black man took advantage of the cover of the smoke bomb and moved on to the next enemy.
For these gunmen who came out of the Siberian training camp, daily lurking and silent assassinations are daily subjects in the training camp and are commonplace.
Compared to facing those perverted instructors in the training camp and those hounds with extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing,
In the smoke, finding a dozen targets and assassinating them silently was just child's play for them.
"wrong!"
As time passed, the quiet and terrifying atmosphere in the smoke made Phil Coulson alert.
He pulled up the sheriff beside him, and through the smoke that barely allowed people to see, he silently pointed to the bulletproof police car next to him.
The old sheriff nodded in understanding and climbed carefully into the open door of the bulletproof police car without making any noise.
Phil Coulson carefully pulled out a flash bomb, then swung his arm and threw it high.
The white light flashed in the smoke, but the loud noise caused great pain to the unsuspecting training camp gunmen who were listening with their ears perked up.
An unlucky white gunman had just crept up behind a policeman and was about to launch a sneak attack with a dagger in his hand when the loud noise of a flash grenade exploded!
He covered his ears and tried hard not to make any sound, but was still noticed by the armed policeman.
“Da da da—”
Because the FBI was wearing a helmet and earphones, the dizziness caused by the flash bomb was not that severe. He endured the dizziness, raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and a volley of bullets turned the gunman into a sieve.
“Buzz!”
After throwing the flash bomb, Phil Coulson took the opportunity to quickly jump into the bulletproof police car, turned the key, put the car in reverse gear, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The bulletproof police car drove backwards quickly!
... ... ... .
“Want to run!”
Another card soldier standing on the hill watching the battle looked through binoculars at the police car speeding backwards on the interstate.
He simply pulled out another shoulder-fired rocket launcher from the wooden box next to him and aimed it at the police car on the interstate.
“Da da da da da—”
Before he could pull the trigger, a sense of danger stimulated his brain. Without thinking, he dropped the rocket launcher in his hand, jumped down the hillside.
Almost at the same time, dense machine gun bullets covered the hillside where he had just stood.
The 7.62-caliber machine gun bullets instantly hit a pile of ammunition on the hillside. These wooden ammunition boxes contained mines and rockets, which exploded instantly after being hit by the machine gun bullets.
boom!
The violent explosion immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the interstate battlefield.
Above the hillside, a police helicopter was hovering and launching an attack below. The cabin door opened, and a cool female agent in a blue-gray one-piece combat suit was operating the Vulcan cannon door machine gun and firing wildly below.
The dense metal torrent swept the mountain wall below, causing stone powder to fly.
"Hill!"
Phil Coulson was also attracted by the explosion. He slowed down the car suspiciously, picked up a police telescope from the driver's seat, and saw the female shooter at the hatch of the armed helicopter at a glance.
Without any hesitation, Phil Coulson slammed on the brakes, switched gears, and rushed back to the battlefield.
... ... ... .
On the interstate highway, the shirtless card soldier looked at the armed helicopter hovering halfway up the mountain.
He picked up a squad heavy machine gun from the truck, pointed it at the armed helicopter and pulled the trigger.
Da da da da—
Although the distance was nearly 3,000 meters, the bullets from the heavy machine guns swept the fuselage of the armed helicopter.
There are still a few transparent holes on the fuselage.
"Pull it up high enough!"
Agent Hill instructed the assistant gunner to change the ammunition belt while asking the pilot to increase the altitude.
The card soldier raised his heavy machine gun and fired at the armed helicopter until the armed helicopter was beyond the range of the heavy machine gun.
"Everyone, evacuate!"
The card soldier looked at the four or five small black dots that appeared far away in the sky and gave orders to the gunners in the training camp.
At his command, a group of gunmen began to take turns to provide cover, bypassing the truck and getting on the off-road jeep behind the truck.
Several off-road jeeps drove off the interstate and headed towards a wild forest.
At this time, several police helicopters also arrived over the accident site.
Two police helicopters descended from the sky and chased several off-road jeeps at low altitude.
“Whoosh!”
Just as the two police helicopters were getting closer, a big white man carrying an RPG rocket launcher suddenly stood up from a jeep and fired a rocket at the armed helicopter above his head.
The RPG rocket launcher has a short range and is not powerful enough for long-range strikes.
However, in order to pursue the enemy, the two armed helicopters deliberately lowered their flying altitude.
"boom"!
The rocket hit a helicopter accurately, breaking the tail of the helicopter and causing it to plunge towards the ground.
The helicopter crashed into the ground and exploded with a bang.
The pilot of the other helicopter quickly gained altitude.
Because of this delay, by the time the other armed helicopters arrived, several off-road jeeps had already fled into the woods.
… …
"Buzz..."
Hill asked the helicopter pilot to fly the helicopter to the other side of the hillside, lower the altitude, and search for the gunman who had been swept off the cliff by her.
But until the plane landed, Hill didn't see any trace of the gunman.
"Hill!"
At this time, Phil Coulson drove a police car to the side of the hill, got out and greeted Agent Hill.
"The director notified me to help you!" Agent Hill nodded to Phil Coulson.
Phil Coulson put his hands on his hips, looked at the heavy casualties of police officers and special agents on the road, sighed, and smiled bitterly:
"You brought the person out?! If I had known this, I wouldn't have set this trap that almost got me caught in it!"
"Look for anyone alive!" Hill said coldly:
"The mind reader will find out where they came from!"
(My dear brothers, today is the beginning of the month, March 1st. I will take a day off today. I will work 8,000 yuan a day tomorrow. I don’t have much perseverance. I have to work, so please supervise me.)