On the streets of Los Angeles, on Venice Street, sirens and gunshots rang out one after another.
The police had blocked off the street and sent almost all the police forces in the area to the scene of the attack.
However, this didn't change the situation for the Los Angeles police —
"… Their firepower is too strong! We need backup! "
"SWAT is on the way, hang in there!"
"Dammit, what are our snipers doing!!!" Brad hid behind the car, suppressed his racing heart, and seized the opportunity to return fire with his pistol.
However, against the unknown armed forces that were armed to the teeth, the M1911 bullets were like tickles. Unless they hit the head or legs, they couldn't cause any substantial damage at all! Brad seriously suspected that those people were wearing dragon scale armor, or at least bulletproof vests of the same level!
As for the Los Angeles police, Brad didn't expect them to help at all.
The standard issue for the Los Angeles police was the Glock pistol, at most one or two shotguns. The state legislature had never passed the request for the Los Angeles police to equip themselves with automatic weapons. Therefore, in some American blockbusters, it was common to see the police being suppressed by the criminals' automatic firepower … before the SWAT tactical team arrived.
In an office building 800 meters away.
On the roof of this sixty-story building, one could overlook the entire Venice Street.
A soldier with a black hood covering his face, revealing only his eyes, mouth, and nose, was lying on the edge of the roof as he methodically adjusted the sniper rifle in his hand. Next to him was an observer with his binoculars locked onto the chaotic street.
"Three o 'clock, 871 meters, two targets."
"Roger."
Three seconds later, the sniper pulled the trigger.
Not far behind the two, two bodies lay quietly next to the vent. From the logo on their clothes, it was clear that they belonged to the FBA …
Whoosh —
The moment Brad heard the sound of the bullet piercing through the air, he watched as his comrade was hit in the head by a bullet. His brain, mixed with blood, spilled on the ground like tofu pudding.
His thinking came to a halt.
Fear crawled into his brain like poison, but this discomfort didn't last long. The next moment, his consciousness was violently dragged out of his body by the bullets falling from the sky.
The FBA and CIB agents who were suppressed behind cover by the automatic weapons died one after another under the muzzle of the sniper rifle. Twelve militants in black combat uniforms split into three groups and maintained alternating fire as they advanced in the direction of the Xin Embassy.
The Los Angeles police were suppressed behind the police cars and had no chance to poke their heads out to fight back.
Fortunately, SWAT's response was as swift as ever.
Four police helicopters quickly arrived at the battlefield. The SWAT team, also clad in black armor, quickly landed on the road after the helicopters stopped. Equipped with automatic weapons, their firepower was far superior to that of the LAPD. However …
Bang!
Two shots rang out.
A sniper rifle bullet hit the concrete road, and another bullet hit the helicopter's propeller bearing, creating blinding sparks. The helicopter hovering above the road suddenly swayed and crashed into a building on the side of the road. The propeller was like a rolling blade, cutting into the concrete wall. The SWAT Special Forces, who hadn't landed on the ground yet, crashed into the building along with the helicopter like grasshoppers on a rope.
When the helicopter was shot down, the sniper also exposed his coordinates.
"Enemy sniper found. Coordinates …"
"Roger, on our way."
The SWAT Special Forces that landed on the road immediately engaged in a firefight with the unknown armed forces.
The two sides were evenly matched in firepower, but in terms of tactics, these battle-hardened special forces were inferior to the unknown armed forces.
Just then, a modified van rushed out from the underground garage, and the remote-controlled machine gun on top unleashed ferocious firepower in the direction of the SWAT and police cars. The police officers behind the police cars could only watch the unknown armed forces rush into the embassy.
"Heavy machine gun! God, it's a heavy machine gun! Hell, how did they get this thing into Los Angeles?! "A police officer gripped his pistol tightly and shouted with a trembling voice in fear.
"This is SWAT. The enemy is equipped with heavy firepower, requesting backup. I repeat … "The SWAT captain leaned against the bunker and panted as he asked for help from the headquarters.
The backup was already on the way.
The Los Angeles Police Department had dispatched all SWAT members in armored vehicles equipped with heavy weapons to Venice Street in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, they were caught in a traffic jam on the way to Venice Street.
Similar to the explosion that occurred in front of the Xin Embassy, the enemy detonated bombs on all traffic arteries leading to Venice Street and completely paralyzed the surrounding roads. The fleeing vehicles no longer cared about traffic rules and emergency lanes as they crashed into each other on the road. Even the casualties caused by the explosion itself were less than the traffic accidents caused by the chain effect …
In the past decade or so, the United States had suffered many terrorist attacks and shootings, but this was the first time they had exchanged fire with terrorists with such powerful firepower. No, they were definitely not simple terrorists. They were more like mercenaries who had been on the battlefield for a long time!
…
In Nevada's Area 51, the alarm in the military base rang.
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 took off into the distance. On the tarmac, next to the Osprey helicopter, about fifty heavily armed Army soldiers had assembled.
The entire military base was in motion, but there was no sense of chaos.
It was obvious that the chaos did not come from inside the base, but from outside.
After confirming this point, Jiang Chen's anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Just two minutes ago, he thought he was discovered. Faced with the encirclement of the entire military base, without taking out the power armor that might expose his identity, he really didn't have the confidence to retreat.
But his relaxed state didn't last long, and his eyebrows furrowed again.
Even the military base was alarmed. The scale of the riot must not be small. It was foreseeable that the highway from Nevada to California was bound to be blocked. Even if the highway was not blocked, temporary checkpoints would be set up. However, with Jiang Chen's current identity, it was inconvenient for the police to interrogate him.
Why not take the highway? Directly across the desert?
In theory, it was feasible, but just now, the fighter jets had already taken off.
At this time, it was almost impossible to drive a car across the desert. Although the sky was dark, the desert was vast. An off-road vehicle with a roaring engine was as bright as a beacon on the pilot's thermal imager. Jiang Chen didn't think that the pilots just happened to not look at the thermal imager.
Could it be that they were hiding here tonight?
This was even more unrealistic.
When it was dawn, it would be even more difficult to leave here.
Just when Jiang Chen was in a rare dilemma, Zhu Yu called his watch.
Jiang Chen took a moment to process and immediately picked up the phone.
However, to his surprise, an unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang Chen."
An ominous feeling crept into his heart, and Jiang Chen frowned.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." The man's voice carried a hint of a victorious smile. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "I think we need to have a good talk."
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