"There's one last one left." James Sawyer shouted and threw the magazine in his hand.
"Fuck, I know." John Kyle kept silently calculating the remaining bullets and kept firing semi-automatically. Sawyer didn't need to remind him at all. His voice was heard by everyone on the opposite side.
The pressure on John Kyle's side increased greatly for a while, so he could only retreat while shooting, and knocked down the cabinet next to the door, at least to buy some time.
"Feel sorry……"
"Okay, don't talk about this anymore." John Kyle took out the last grenade and said, "You can consider redecorating the house." After that, he opened the safety catch and threw it out with all his strength.
There was another explosion, once again blocking the attack from the opposite side, but they were at the end of their strength here. Fortunately, the depth of this room was relatively large, otherwise there would be no place to hide.
The shelling just now also let them know that the US military has begun to attack, and they just need to hold on a little longer. Kyle is more worried about his daughter now. These people will definitely use the hostages as a shield. Thinking of this, he can't help but feel even more anxious.
At this moment, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a loud engine sound, and an Apache helicopter gunship hovered outside the window like a monster.
Through the broken glass, the pilot clearly found James Sawyer who was hiding behind a piano. "General, we have found the president. They are being attacked by terrorists." The pilot's voice reached everyone in the Pentagon.
in one's ears.
General Caulfield took the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Understood, sir.", the pilot replied, and then contacted the Delta Force who had already entered the floor, "Alloy-01, the president is in the south room, the cannon is ready to attack, be careful to avoid it."
"Alloy-01, received." Sandman replied on the intercom. They all know the power of the 30mm cannon. If you don't know, just look at the pieces of meat on the roof that are mixed with the concrete. So,
The pilot must remind them that if the situation is not special, the pilot may not execute the attack order because he is too close to friendly forces.
"Cannon preparation." The weapons operator located in the front seat of the cockpit activated the cannon through the weapon selection button on the operating stick handle, and then aimed the cannon at Stanz's position through the integrated helmet display system. Stanz and Stanz
His people also saw the helicopter and found that the cannon was pointed in their direction, so of course they understood what it wanted to do.
Some of them cursed and then shot at the Apache, and some ran directly to other rooms in the back. The weapons operator pulled the trigger on the operating rod, and the cannon instantly made a loud sound again. For the infantry, this was
A voice from hell.
High-explosive and armor-piercing dual-purpose ammunition does not require very good accuracy. It can be regarded as an area-killing weapon for soft targets. The 30mm high-explosive ammunition penetrated the remaining windows and the opposite wall. Crazy in the White House
Exploding.
John Kyle instantly dropped his gun and lay on the ground. It would be unjust if he was accidentally injured at this time. The time was not long. The M230 cannon carried 1,200 rounds of ammunition. With its rate of fire of 625 rounds per minute, it could fire less than two times in a row at most.
minutes, but no one can stand in front of it for two minutes.
The shooting stopped, and all the floor-to-ceiling windows on the south side of the White House were gone. The walls were full of bullet holes, and part of the wall inside collapsed. Blood stains and corpses could be seen under the rubble.
The pilot in the back seat moved the helicopter slowly, observing whether there were any targets that needed to be attacked.
The other two Apaches were also doing the same job around the White House, using onboard detection equipment to search for enemies in the White House and provide directions to the Alloy Team and other Delta Force forces.
After the Apache stopped shooting, Sandman rushed to the south side of the top floor of the White House as quickly as possible. A big hole was opened in the wall here, and the original appearance of the room was no longer visible. "Alloy-02
,keep alert."
"We are the U.S. Army Task Force, Mr. President, I'm coming in." Sandman shouted twice inside where the door used to be. Now the people inside must be highly nervous. In order to prevent accidents,
You must first inform yourself of your identity.
James Sawyer looked at Kyle as usual and asked for his opinion, "Don't worry, that guy is parked there, it's okay." Kyle pointed to the Apache that was still hovering outside the window.
"So it seems we survived?" James Sawyer did not immediately respond to Sandman's call outside. After the high tension finally relaxed, he collapsed on the ground without any strength to stand up.
John Kyle took off his bulletproof vest and said, "I'm going to find my daughter." He had done everything he could do here, and Emily's current situation made him extremely anxious.
"Oh, yes, go ahead." James Sawyer looked seriously at the man who had been desperately protecting him and went through life and death together, smiled, and said the moment he turned around to leave, "Kyle, do you want to
Find another job.”
John Kyle turned his head. He understood what the president meant, but he scratched his hair and replied hesitantly, "I'm not sure, sir. If the work content is the same as today, then I choose to refuse."
James Sawyer burst out laughing, "It's okay, you can think about it slowly."
John Kyle nodded, turned around and walked outside, "I'm Capitol Police John Kyle, I'm out."
Sandman came out of the corner with a gun in hand, "Sir, please put down the gun." Kyle was still holding a SIG P229 in his hand.
"Okay." John Kyle raised his hand and slowly put the gun in his hand on the ground. Only then did Sandman prepare to step up and control him.
"Let him go." James Sawyer stood up on a chair and shouted from behind.
Sandman let go of Kyle. Of course he knew that the president was fine, and it should be the credit of this young man. However, the process still had to be done. Now that the owner of this place had spoken, it was of course different.
Sandman patted Kyle on the shoulder and said, "Well done." This could make 01 of the Alloy Team praise him, and John Kyle could definitely brag to others.
Kyle ignored him and ran straight downstairs. At a collapsed floor, a figure suddenly rushed out and knocked him to the ground with a hug.
John Kyle was caught off guard, and both he and the attacker fell down the stairs. Kyle subconsciously touched the holster of his gun, only to remember that he had thrown away the gun just now.
"Fuck", he held his head and rolled several times on the stairs before falling heavily on the floor of the next floor. When he was dizzy, he saw that it was the terrorist who had been fighting with him all morning.
This man was seriously injured, and blood was flowing out from his waist in a steady stream. It seemed that his waist could not be saved, and death was only a matter of time.
Stanz looked at this guy whose name he didn't know with hatred in his eyes. Several of his companions had died in his hands, and the plan was almost ruined by him alone.
It's just that he can't get up now, and that moment just now was almost his last strength.
Of course, even if he could still fight, he wouldn't have another chance. A member of the Delta Force shot him directly as he lay on the ground.
"Who are you fucking with?" Stanz, who was shot several times, still asked this question at the end of his life, but he could no longer hear the answer.
Chapter 179: Rescued (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly))