For Xu Chuan, this is just a COSPLAY activity in the boring coding life. There are basically no people in the town now, so there is no need to worry about any collateral damage. As for the few people in the police station, this is their job in itself, and
His joining might save them from a few deaths.
Xu Chuan still knew about Burrell. Although these people under him were not as elite as Umbrella, they were all veterans who had survived the battlefield. The few people under Owens did not even have formal military training.
It is almost impossible for a police officer with experience to wipe out this group of mercenaries like in the movie without killing anyone. Of course, it would be hard to say if the governor is possessed by T800.
Boullier didn't want to be entangled with the police for too long, so he asked people to go back to the car and take out a Carl Gustav M2 recoilless rifle, but it was not clear from the appearance what kind of ammunition it was loaded with.
Armor bombs are okay, but if it is the ASM509 anti-structure ammunition of the thermobaric warhead, almost everyone in the police station will be wiped out.
Several mercenaries fired suppressively at the police station. One of them knelt down and prepared to fire. People in the police station also began to fight back with pistols and Remington shotguns. Dinken was operating a Vickers machine gun. He was more skilled than Frank.
Rather, it would at most have some deterrent effect.
Bang, there was a gunshot that did not belong to all automatic weapons here. The mercenary operating Gustav fell to the ground. A bullet pierced his ear. After falling to the ground, he was not completely dead. He was still twitching on the ground.
After a while, all the mercenaries retreated into the house. Xu Chuan hid behind the eaves, pulled the bolt of his gun, ejected a shell, and quickly ran to the roof of another house.
Boulier carefully looked out of the window and saw no one. "Go to the roof." A mercenary put down the MP5 in his hand, took off the M14EBR on his back, turned around and ran towards the stairs behind the house.
Xu Chuan was lying on the roof of a three-story building. From the gap in the eaves, he saw a sniper running up to the roof with an M14, and carefully searched for his location. The neighborhoods in this kind of border town are all low-rise buildings.
A short house with a two- or three-story roof.
Xu Chuan's position was a bit higher than his, and he was lying on the ground. How could the sniper see it? At this time, another mercenary picked up Gustav who fell on the ground and prepared to attack under the cover of the sniper.
Next, get rid of the police station at once.
Owens and others also saw the recoilless rifle. Owens used a pistol to attack while asking everyone to evacuate the police station through the back door. However, the mercenary was hiding behind a car and it was difficult to shoot with the pistol.
Bang~bang, there were two more gunshots in a row. The mercenary and the sniper on the roof were shot in succession, all with one shot in the head.
Burrell finally realized that he might have been ambushed. Although he didn't see the result of the team member on the roof, he could guess that it was more serious than bad.
"Withdraw, withdraw," he threw out two smoke bombs. Under the cover of smoke, the remaining mercenaries returned to the car and ran away.
He actually ran away, Xu Chuan thought to himself, this doesn't fit in with the plot, brother.
Brill secretly cursed himself for being too careless. He originally thought that facing this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people would be a very simple task. Unexpectedly, three people died here. When he returned to the construction site, he strengthened the surrounding defenses. As long as
As long as the bridge is erected, your work will be completed, and the nearest SWAT will not be able to arrive in a short time.
In the police station, Owens watched the group of mercenaries retreat. He did not ask people to come out rashly. He waited for a while and found that everyone had indeed driven away before he carefully walked out. He looked at the mercenaries leaving behind in the distance.
Corpse, he looked towards the roofs to the left and right.
Xu Chuan left long ago, put Kar.98k back in Dinken's warehouse, changed his clothes, brushed off his clothes, hid his identity and name, and went home to continue typing.
As for the so-called drug lord who drove a supercar across the border, Xu Chuan asked someone to check. There was no news of the missing sports car or the arrest of drug lord Gabriel Cortez. This guy is still in Colombia.
Woolen cloth.
Okay, then why are they building the bridge? Owens also wants to ask this question. He has already learned from Dinken about the situation of the mercenaries building the bridge, but he does not want to take people there and continue to let everyone strengthen the defense of the police station.
Then he reported it to the state police according to the procedure and let them handle it. This matter was completely beyond the capabilities of their county police station. Soon an FBI agent named John Bannister contacted him.
At Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada, which is only a dozen kilometers away from Las Vegas, FBI black agent John Bannister and an HRT tactical team were hurriedly boarding the plane, "John, come and take a look at this."
, an Asian agent named Phil walked up to John Bannister with a notebook, "This is a real-time satellite view of the canyon south of Mount Merton."
Bannister took the notebook and Phil zoomed in on the satellite image. A simple steel bridge across the canyon was almost completed. "Shit, those idiots from the CIA have completely gone in the wrong direction. They are still drilling holes on the border."
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"It takes at least an hour for the Border Patrol to get there, and even longer for the National Guard," Phil continued.
"What about the military?"
"We need an order from the president, and we won't get it in a short time."
"What's up with the Sheriff of Mount Merton?"
Phil took out a photo, which was a photo of Owens and several police officers. "In 1998, after retiring from the army, Owens joined the Los Angeles Police Department and worked in the anti-narcotics team for five years. He was shot five times during an operation.
, and then won the Medal of Valor, but the other seven people did not survive, and then he left and became a police sergeant in Shanmerton." Phil Hayes said sadly.
John Bannister took the photo seriously, looked at the information, and sighed.
At this time, Blier's bridge-building work was nearly completed. A convoy of more than a dozen vehicles was parked on the opposite side of the canyon. Mikhail Tejkovic stood on the Mexican side and watched the bridge slowly close.
, showing a satisfied look.
Blier's people drove up slowly, and others were loading the equipment with bombs. The two parties did not communicate at all. Mikhail Tykovic watched the convoy drive onto the bridge.
, entering the United States, they breathed a sigh of relief. Boullier and his men drove the car to the opposite side, then used remote control to blow up the bridge and the equipment on the opposite side, and disappeared into Mexico.
By the time John Bannister arrived, the bridge had long been blown off and fell into the canyon, and the unidentified convoy had disappeared into the vast desert of Arizona.