Chapter 230 Battle and Capture
Gaspare's stealth skill is at least proficient, and he can actually sneak during the day.
Even though Jack observed carefully, he didn't notice much movement. After a while, he saw his black head appearing in the grass closest to the four people.
Seeing Gasparre silently extending his hand to sign OK, Jack walked out of the hiding place in a swagger, knelt on one knee, raised his hands flat, fired in the standard kneeling position, and pointed the muzzle at four targets. A gangster at work.
"Wow wow wow."
"boom!"
One of the gangsters facing him reached for the AK on his back. As soon as he said the bird's song in his mouth, it was lifted off the sky.
The other three people who were alerted reacted quickly. When they turned around, they saw Jack alone, holding a pistol. Some of them rushed towards the rifle beside them, and some directly touched his waist.
"BangBang"
However, no matter how fast they reacted, they were not as fast as Jack's shooting speed. Two gunshots were fired with an interval of less than a second. Except for the selected long-haired man, the other two gangsters were all shot in the head, softly. Falling in a pool of blood.
Almost at the same time that Jack fired his second and third bullets, Gaspare ejected from the grass like an agile panther and pounced on the long-haired man.
By the time Jack rushed up, the long-haired man had already been put down on the ground, his head hanging softly to the side. He couldn't help but feel shocked, and he quickly stepped forward and touched his carotid artery. Fortunately, he was just unconscious.
Gaspare was not much taller than him, so dealing with these islanders, whose average height was 1.6 meters, was like an adult bullying a child.
"Can't you be gentler?" Jack gave a false alarm, fearing that something might happen, and all the other three were shot in the head by him. If this one died too, they would really have no chance of survival.
"I didn't even push, the guy was too weak."
Gaspare looked at his arm in confusion, and seemed to feel guilty.
Jack glanced at Gaspare's hairy armpits suspiciously, wondering if the man had fainted due to his body odor.
They tied the long-haired man's hands and feet with shoelaces and threw them aside. The two began to clean the battlefield and collect loot.
It is indeed a guerrilla-type terrorist organization, with four people and four rifles, each of a different model.
The one used by the long-haired man looks like the newest one, like an M4 carbine, but is actually a CQ-A5 assault rifle made by Siris.
The second one is an AK made by Maozi. It has a chrome-plated barrel and a folding stock. It looks like an old product from the Red Empire period.
The third one is the foreign trade model of CQB95, QBZ97. Jack has played the semi-automatic version of this thing before, and it feels a little bit better than the M16.
The last one was the original M16A1, and it was also the worst-maintained one. Not to mention the gun body was stained with rust, and the rifling was almost worn flat.
Jack was not surprised. Seeing these different models of rifles here fully demonstrated the level of waste of the Philippine ZF Army. These models were all military aid donated by three countries at different times.
The Philippines has a population of hundreds of millions, but its industry is extremely backward. It cannot produce its own firearms and bullets. During the five-month war in Malawi, the three major countries donated a batch of small arms and ammunition to the country free of charge.
Obviously, these weapons can now fall into the hands of this group of terrorists, either because they have been captured, or because there is some unknown deal in the middle.
There are also two pistols. One of them, the M1911, seems to be in good condition and comes with a spare magazine. The other one cannot even be recognized by Jack. It looks like a May 4th type imitation made by a handmade workshop. It is already rusty. .
This is the power of the tropical climate and the island environment. Even a cold weapon will rust into a piece of scrap metal in a few days if not properly maintained.
Fortunately, the magazines of M16 and QBZ97 are common. Jack removed the magazine and threw the broken gun into the jungle together with the three miserable corpses.
There are also two slightly rusty machetes. When we go back into the jungle, at least we have someone to open the way.
Soon, Captain Torrance rushed back with the others. This time they walked almost in a straight line, and it took less than 20 minutes.
Although the bodies had been cleaned up, the blood on the ground still made these passengers who had never experienced a battlefield tremble.
"Oh my god, it's so scary."
"Why are those guys so savage?"
"Why is there such a scary place in this world? I want to go home."
Fortunately, the rest were all normal people, except for some who were overly frightened, and no Madonna with Cerebral Palsy jumped out to accuse Jack and Gaspare of not saving their lives.
Although it could not be seen very clearly from a distance of several hundred meters, the impact of the beheading scene was still too strong for ordinary people.
Especially when someone approached the place where the Korean man was held down just now and saw the several-meter-long red and black spurt of blood on the ground, he couldn't help but spit it out.
Jiejie came to Jack, took the initiative to hug him, took the Glock he handed to her, and forced a gentle smile.
"Are you alright?"
"Something's wrong."
Jack's answer startled her, and then she saw him pull up his sleeves, revealing large and small swellings on them.
He never wanted to do things like crawling in the grass again. Everyone was obviously human, so why did Gasparre have nothing to do? He had just used the healing technique, but he was bitten all over his body after a while.
"Who knows how to use a gun?" Jack patted the CQ-A5 in his hand. He personally liked the CQB95 better.
"I had flown transport aircraft in the RAF and had some basic training."
Captain Torrance took the initiative to stand up. I can only say that he is worthy of being a fallen brother. Even if he appears as a captain, he has to pretend to be a retired soldier. I don’t know what his performance was in the original drama.
The young man walking alone also volunteered, saying that he knew how to use a gun. Jack handed him the M1911. Judging from his relatively skillful movements, he should not have to worry about accidentally injuring himself or others.
Then it's interrogation time.
"Can you speak English?" The long-haired man in a coma was slapped awake by Gaspare's big ears.
"Yes, a little bit."
This guy's accent is a bit strange, but I can barely understand it.
"Leave it to you." Gaspare held the original AK and walked to the side to observe the surrounding situation.
Most of the women stayed far away and gathered around Jiejie, whispering from time to time. Some of them were comforted by their husbands, who were obviously not too emotionally stable.
The two female college students looked bolder and stood aside with a few men to watch the excitement. Captain Torrance and Jack squatted in front of the long-haired man and began interrogating them.
"name?"
"Lonu."
"What organization are you?"
"Abu Sayyaf."
Jack and Captain Torrance looked at each other, and they were really guessing.