On the streets of Los Angeles, on Venice Avenue, police bells and gunshots rang out one after another.
Police have cordoned off the street and dispatched almost all police forces in nearby areas to the location where the attack occurred.
However, this did not change the decline of the Los Angeles police—
"...Their firepower is too strong! We need support!"
"SWAT is on the way, hold on!"
"Damn it, what are our snipers doing!!!" Brad huddled behind the car, suppressing his frantic heartbeat, and seized the opportunity to fire back with a pistol.
However, in the face of those unknown weapons armed to the teeth, the bullets of the m1911 are like scratching an itch. Unless they hit the head or legs, they will not cause substantial damage at all! Brad seriously doubted that those people were wearing dragon scale armor, or at least the same level of body armor!
As for the Los Angeles police, Brad didn't expect them to be of any help.
The standard equipment of the Los Angeles police is a Glock pistol, and at most one or two shotguns. The state Congress has not passed the request for the Los Angeles police to equip automatic weapons. Therefore, in some American blockbusters, you can often see police being beaten by gangsters' automatic firepower... before the SWAT tactical team arrives.
An office building eight hundred meters away.
From the top of this sixty-story building, you can overlook the entire Venice Street.
A soldier whose face was covered by a black hood, with only his eyes, mouth and nose exposed, was lying on the edge of the roof, methodically adjusting the sniper rifle in his hand. Beside him lay an observer, his telescope focused on the rioting streets.
"Three o'clock, 871 meters, two targets."
"receive."
Three seconds later, the sniper pulled the trigger.
Beside the vent not far behind the two people, two corpses were lying quietly. From the logos on their clothes, it could be seen that they belonged to the FBI...
Whoosh—
The moment he heard the sound of bullets breaking through the air, Brad watched helplessly as his comrade was hit in the head by a bullet, and his brains were mixed with blood and scattered all over the floor like tofu.
His thinking came to a standstill.
Fear crawled into my brain like poison, but this discomfort did not last long. The next moment, his consciousness was roughly pulled out of his body by the bullet that fell from the sky.
FBI and CIA agents, who were pinned behind the bunker by automatic weapons, were killed one after another by sniper rifles. Twelve militants wearing black combat uniforms were divided into three groups and kept firing alternately, forming a siege and advancing towards the New Zealand Embassy.
The Los Angeles police were suppressed behind the police car and had no chance to poke their heads out to fight back.
Fortunately, SWAT responded as quickly as ever.
Four police helicopters quickly arrived at the battlefield, and the SWAT, also dressed in black, quickly rappelled down to the road after the helicopters stopped. Equipped with automatic weapons, their firepower is far beyond that of the Los Angeles police, but...
boom!
Two gunshots were fired.
One sniper bullet hit the concrete pavement, and another hit the helicopter's propeller bearing, causing dazzling sparks. The helicopter hovering above the road swayed suddenly, tilted and crashed into the building on the roadside. The propeller was like a rolling blade, cutting into the concrete wall. The SWAT special forces that had not yet landed on the ground, like grasshoppers on a rope, crashed into the building along with the helicopter.
While shooting down the helicopter, the sniper also exposed his coordinates.
"Enemy sniper found, coordinates..."
"Roger, on our way."
The SWAT special forces landed on the road and immediately started a firefight with unknown armed forces.
The two sides were equal in terms of firepower, but in terms of tactics, these battle-hardened special forces were actually a bit shorter than those unknown armed forces.
At this moment, a modified van rushed out from the underground garage next to it. The remote-controlled machine gun inserted on the top unleashed fierce firepower in the direction of the SWAT and police cars. The policemen lying in the back of the police car could only watch helplessly as unknown armed forces stormed into the embassy.
"Heavy machine gun! God, it's a heavy machine gun! Damn it, how did they transport this thing into Los Angeles?!" Holding the pistol tightly, a policeman shouted in a trembling voice with a look of fear on his face.
"This is SWAT. The opponent is equipped with heavy firepower. Requesting support. Repeat..." The SWAT captain leaned behind the bunker and gasped for help from the headquarters.
Support is already on the way.
The Los Angeles police have dispatched all SWAT members in armored vehicles equipped with heavy weapons and rushed to Venice Street in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, they ran into a traffic jam on their way to Via Venezia.
Exactly like the explosion that occurred at the entrance of the New Zealand Embassy, the other party detonated bombs on various traffic arteries leading to Venice Street, completely paralyzing the surrounding roads. The escaping vehicles, regardless of traffic rules and emergency lanes, crashed into a mass on the highway. Even the casualties caused by the explosion itself are not as high as the traffic accidents caused by the chain effect...
In the past ten years or so, the United States has suffered many terrorist attacks and many shooting incidents, but this is the first time it has exchanged fire with terrorists with such powerful firepower - no, they absolutely cannot be simple terrorists, let alone Like a battle-hardened mercenary!
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At Area 51 in Nevada, the alarm bells rang loudly in the military base.
Jiang Chen, who activated optical invisibility, stood on the roof of the radar station and looked in the direction of the airport. Two F35 fighter jets left the hangar, drove onto the runway, and scrambled into the air to fly into the distance. On the tarmac, next to the Osprey helicopter, about fifty fully armed army soldiers had already assembled.
The entire military base was in motion, but there was no sense of chaos at all.
It can be seen that the riot is not coming from inside the base, but from outside.
After understanding this, Jiang Chen's heart gradually relaxed.
Just two minutes ago, he thought he had been discovered. Faced with the encirclement and suppression of the entire military base, he really had no chance of escaping without taking out the power armor that might reveal his identity.
But the relaxed state didn't last long, as his brows furrowed again.
Even the military base was alarmed, so the scale of the riot must be quite large. It is foreseeable that the highway from Nevada to California will be blocked. Even if the highway is not blocked, temporary checkpoints will be set up. However, Jiang Chen's current identity is not convenient for the police to investigate.
Why not take the road? Straight across the desert?
It's theoretically possible, but just now, the fighter jets had taken off.
At this time, it is almost impossible to drive across the desert. Even though it was so dark and the desert was so vast, an off-road vehicle with a roaring engine was as bright as a beacon on the pilot's thermal imager. Jiang Chen would not be lucky enough to think that those pilots happened not to look at the thermal imager.
Are you hiding here tonight?
This is even more unrealistic.
When daylight comes, it will be harder to leave here.
Just when Jiang Chen was in rare trouble, Zhu Yu's call came to his watch.
Jiang Chen was stunned and immediately answered the phone.
However, what surprised him was that a strange voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang Chen."
An ominous premonition crept into his heart, Jiang Chen frowned.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." The man's voice contained a somewhat victorious smile. After a moment of pause, he continued, "I think we need to have a good talk."