Chapter 181: Rescued (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly))

“There’s only one left.” James Sawyer shouted and threw the magazine in his hand.

“Fuck, I know.” John Kyle has been silently calculating the remaining bullets and firing semi-automatically without Sawyer reminding him. His voice was heard by everyone on the opposite side.

John Kyle was under great pressure for a while, so he could only shoot back while knocking 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 ear.

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 entered the floor, "Alloy-01, the president is in the south room, the cannon is ready to attack, please avoid."

"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 and 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 ready." The weapons operator located in the front seat of the cockpit activated the cannon through the weapon selection button on the joystick handle, and then aimed the cannon at Stanz's position through the integrated helmet display system. Stanz and His people also saw the helicopter and found that the cannon was pointed in their direction. 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 sound 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 could last two minutes in front of it.

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. Bloodstains 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 are also doing the same job around the White House, using onboard detection equipment to search for enemies in the White House and indicating the direction for the Alloy Team and other Delta Force forces.

After the Apache stopped shooting, Sandmann 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. The people inside must be highly nervous now. In order to prevent accidents from happening, You must first inform yourself of your identity.

James Sawyer looked at Kyle as usual and asked 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 looks like 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, you go quickly." 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 Get a different 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 laughed loudly and said, "It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly."

John Kyle nodded and turned around and walked outside, "I'm Capitol Police John Kyle. I'm out."

Sandman came out of the corner with a gun in his hand, "Sir, please put down the gun." Kyle also held a SIGP229 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 after him.

Sandman let go of Kyle. Of course he knew that the president was fine. It should be the credit of this young man. However, the process 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." If 01 of the Alloy Team could praise him, 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, and then remembered 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 he had been fighting with all morning.

This man was seriously injured, and blood was flowing out from his waist. 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 would never get another chance. A member of the Delta Force shot him directly as he lay on the ground.

“Who are you f*cking 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.

(End of this chapter)

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