You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Viper's odd expression, Darius, sitting in the back seat, asked nervously, "What happened?"

"Shut up and sit still!"

Viper had no time to pay attention to this spoiled gangster; he grabbed the car radio and yelled at all the vehicles:

"Attention everyone, sniper is out of contact! Repeat, sniper is out of contact!"

"Our heads are now wide open for them. If you don't want to die, step on the gas!"

"Full speed ahead, don't slow down, don't stop, and smash through any obstacles!"

"Machine gun cover fire!"

"We have to get across that crossing in thirty seconds, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

If you stop, you die.

The only way to survive was to use the speed of the SUV to force a path through.

"Da da da da da!!!"

As the order was given, the furious machine gun fire instantly tore through the rain.

On the sunroof of the lead Cadillac SUV, a mercenary was firing a light machine gun wildly.

Bullets rained down on the trucks and surrounding concrete blocks that served as roadblocks, sending up sparks and deadly ricochets.

"Heads down, all of you, get the hell down!"

Leon roared into the walkie-talkie.

Behind the concrete pipe, Mia clutched her head tightly, curled up in a ball, unable to move under the intense firepower.

She could feel the violent vibrations when the bullet hit the concrete pipe; the debris pelted her bulletproof vest with a crackling sound, making her whole body go numb.

FBI agent Perkins, standing nearby, was in no better shape. His expensive suit jacket was covered in mud, and his Glock pistol was trembling as he pointed it at the air, too afraid to show his face.

These two were basically useless. Under the intense machine gun fire, the instinct of non-combatants was to find a hole and bury themselves.

As for Kevin...

"Boss, boss, can you hear me?!"

"The bureau has replied. The units remaining in the western district are on their way, but too many people have been redeployed and there's no one nearby. It will take them at least ten minutes to arrive!"

"Ten minutes? Ten minutes is enough time for us to dig up a grave and lie down in it!" Leon cursed.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his M24 sniper rifle, and tried to lock onto the machine gunner firing wildly through the scope.

However, the enemy's suppressive fire was too intense; bullets kept sweeping past him, making it impossible for him to peek out.

But it was at this moment that Jacob moved.

This big guy, who looks like he only knows how to chew burritos and whose brain is full of muscles, has shown the true value of his place in ACU.

Taking advantage of the moment when the machine gunner was firing in the direction of Mia and Leon, he suddenly poked half his body out from the corner of the alley and, using the truck bed as cover, rolled into the roadside ditch.

"Hey! You bastard! Look here!"

Jacob crouched in the muddy water, his short-barreled AR-15 without even a silencer, the muzzle flash extremely conspicuous in the rain.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

A short burst of three shots.

Jacob's firing rhythm was extremely steady, and his bullets accurately passed through the stray bullets and went straight into the machine gunner's chest.

The blood mist flashed by in the firelight, and the machine gunner didn't even utter a sound before falling backward back into the carriage. The out-of-control machine gun spat out a burst of bullets into the sky before going silent.

"Well done, big guy!"

Lyon saw this through the scope of his M24 and secretly admired it.

The disappearance of machine gun fire gave him an excellent opportunity.

He endured the tearing pain in his side abdomen, quickly lowered his aim, and locked onto the left front wheel of the lead SUV.

That Cadillac was still accelerating. If it wasn't stopped, it would crash through the roadblock, allowing the trucks behind it to drive straight in.

In an impact at speeds exceeding 60 kilometers per hour, if even one load-bearing wheel were to burst, this type of SUV with its high center of gravity would almost certainly lose control.

"call--"

Lyon held his breath.

"Bang!"

The muffled gunshots of the M24 rang out again.

The bullet tore through the Cadillac's side skirt, pierced the rubber tires, and went directly into the rapidly spinning wheel rim.

"boom!"

After losing its support, the wheel rim slammed into the ground, leaving a long trail of dazzling sparks on the asphalt road.

The Cadillac, which had been driving aggressively, seemed to have tripped up. The front of the car suddenly veered to the left, and the heavy body began to skid violently on the waterlogged road.

It slid sideways and crashed into a roadside utility pole with a deafening bang, blocking the convoy of cars that were trying to follow it across the intersection.

The cars behind had to slam on their brakes to avoid it.

"Creak—!!!"

Due to slippery roads caused by rain and the sudden loss of control of the vehicle in front, the transport trucks nearly rear-ended each other, and the entire convoy was instantly plunged into a chaotic scene of sudden braking and collisions.

"call……"

Leon retreated back into cover and quickly pulled the bolt back.

A scorching hot brass cartridge case bounced out and landed in the muddy water with a "hiss".

His expression was rather unpleasant.

This damn system-exchange gun only has 5 bullets in its internal magazine, and the system didn't give it any extra magazines!

There are only 5 shots in total!

I took out the sniper with one shot and the tire blew out with another.

There are only three bullets left in the magazine.

Every bullet now represents a person's life.

Just then, Lyon spared a moment of attention and glanced at the abandoned guard post on the other side.

Carlos is there.

From the moment he started watching, Lyon had been keeping an eye on this "suspected spy" every now and then.

If this kid wants to betray us, now is the best opportunity. As long as he fires a burst into Jacob's back, this defensive position will collapse instantly.

But to Lyon's surprise, Carlos displayed extraordinary bravery.

He was crouching behind the broken window, firing rhythmically with his MP5 submachine gun at the second car that had been forced to stop.

"Da da... da da da!"

Carlos even executed a beautiful tactical reload while on the move.

"Didn't they betray you?"

Lyon frowned, feeling slightly relieved, but his suspicions were not completely dispelled.

He squinted, his mind racing with calculations.

It seems that the person behind this kid has nothing to do with this batch of goods?

Or perhaps seeing that the Blood Gang was losing ground, he now felt that he would have a better chance of winning by following me, so he changed his mind and decided to play the role of a policeman first?

"Never mind, let's talk about it later."

Lyon felt the sticky sensation of the bandage on his side being soaked in blood, and brought his eyes closer to the scope.

"As long as you're still shooting drug dealers, you're still one of my good subordinates."

At the intersection, the Blood Gang members had already started getting out of the car; Viper, the leader, clearly didn't want to give up.