Chapter 468 Corpse House

Chapter 468 Corpse House

Chandler City is more than 30 kilometers southeast of Phoenix. It was just a step on the accelerator. After half an hour of swaying in the police armored vehicle, everyone's expressions were ugly.

This police armored vehicle called "Bearcat" is actually modified from the chassis of a Ford F-550 pickup truck, with additional thick armor and bulletproof glass.

But this extra weight also makes the suspension system overwhelmed, and the ride comfort is naturally impossible to improve. After hanging around in a stuffy jar for more than 20 minutes, these young police officers have not emptied their stomachs and are already well-trained. .

The word "Bearcat" is very interesting. It is actually closer to the original meaning of panda than "Panda" because it also means bravery and warrior.

Friends who often fly fighter jets know that in the late World War II, the last piston carrier-based fighter F8F developed and produced by the American Grumman Company was called the "Bearcat", which can be called the pinnacle of electric fan fighters.

This police armored vehicle was also very brave at the moment. After Jane confirmed that the other group was in place, and following her order, the driver turned the car around, put the reverse gear on, stepped on the accelerator, and roared towards the main entrance of the villa. go.

Unlike LAPD-SWAT's method of using the battering ram on the front of the car to poke a hole in the wall, then reversing the car and then entering, the method of Jane's team is more efficient and more radical.

With a "boom", the butt of the police armored vehicle directly hit the door and the walls on both sides. Half of the vehicle was inserted into the front hall of the villa. At the same time, the police officer sitting at the rear of the vehicle was thrown directly out of the small window. He picked up two explosive bombs that he had already held in his hands.

After two loud "bang bang" sounds, the back door of the armored vehicle and the landing craft, which had the same design, was lowered directly. The team members filed out, and warnings rang out, "Get down! Get down! Don't move! Don't move!"

A guard who was sitting in the front hall, eating something with a spoon, was so shocked that he knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands and not daring to move.

Two team members came forward together, one was handcuffed, and the other stood guard with a gun. The rest of the team members continued to move forward. There was a kitchen on the side of the front hall, and there was also a person inside. He was also temporarily disabled by the explosion of the shock bomb.

"Close your legs! Hands up!" Two more team members rushed forward and followed the same pattern, and the subdued guard was also handcuffed.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team moved on, through the vestibule and into the hallway.

"Police! Search warrant! Don't move!"

The warnings came one after another. Unlike the military's indoor CQB tactics, the law enforcement units had to follow the principle of minimum force, so the verbal warnings from several loud-voiced members never stopped, which was quite a deterrent.

Jack followed Jane, and the others lined up behind them. When they reached the door of the first room, Jane stopped. Jack put his left hand on her shoulder and patted her gently to signal that she was ready.

The two team members behind them bypassed them and came to the door of the second room. Finally, there were two team members standing guard at the entrance of the corridor to prevent anyone from suddenly rushing out.

In CQB terminology, there is a term called a “funnel of death,” which is used to describe a narrow area covering a doorway, stairwell, entryway, or any type of narrow area.

When a door is pressed against the wall, the indoor and outdoor area, from God's perspective, is a complete hourglass. It is very dangerous to move within the scope of the "death funnel".

In CQB tactics, the mere action of entering a room is divided into many steps. The purpose is to reduce casualties as much as possible. This is a competition of courage and luck.

Compared with the military's special forces with more means, although the opponents of law enforcement units are more capable, they are actually more dangerous.

Jane stood against the wall, put her hand on the doorknob, and signaled with her eyes to Jack, then turned the doorknob hard and pushed open the door. The moment the door was opened, the latter ducked along one side of the door frame and He entered the room while rotating his body, pointing the rifle in his hand at the farthest corner.

At the same time that Jack turned around along the door frame and entered the house, Jane's gun line also pointed from the near corner of the house directly to the concierge, all the way to the far corner.

"FBI! Don't move!"

This narrow door frame is not suitable for two people to enter the house at the same time. This combination is the most suitable way to enter the house at the moment.

No one likes CQB combat, and even the most experienced special forces can suffer heavy casualties in such close combat.

Of course, the hostage kidnapping team led by Jane does not need to face such dangerous enemies. Those DU traffickers and smugglers who have been playing with guns for a few days do not have much tactical literacy. Strict training can minimize the possibility of accidents.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

The room has a clear view and is empty. The curtains are drawn by the window and the light is not very bright. This is also a disadvantage when CQB breaks in. There is a process for human eyes to adapt to light. Enemies hiding in the dark can easily take the lead. Launch an attack.

There was an inexplicable stench in the house, mixed with the strange smell of banana water wall paint and even feces and urine. Jack and Jane, who followed him into the house, loudly warned his teammates in the corridor.

"Safe! Get out of the house!" Then the two men raised their guns and turned out of the room. They entered the house alternately and soon cleared the last room in the middle of the villa.

Another group of people were responsible for the second half of the villa. They broke in through the back door. After cleaning the room, the two parties could meet in the middle of the villa.

At this moment, there is a group of snipers ambushing on the hillside outside the house to prevent anyone from breaking the window to escape or other accidents.

Jack squatted by the wall, and Jane still opened the door for him. The moment he pushed the door open, there was a loud "bang", and countless holes were blasted out of the thin wooden door by shotguns.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!" Jack made a low dive, slid sideways into the room, and pulled the trigger in his hand repeatedly.

The safety of the M4A1 carbine is rotated 90 degrees for semi-automatic mode, and then rotated 90 degrees for full-automatic mode. The fully-automatic rate of fire of this rifle is as high as 900 rounds per minute. If the trigger is held tight, a 30mm shot can be fired in 2 seconds. Send standard magazines.

Of course, Jack didn't dare to use the fully automatic mode in this situation. Who knows if there would be a gunman hiding behind the hostages.

Fortunately, there was only one gunman in the house, and three 5.56X45mm NATO bullets penetrated the fat Mexican man's abdomen, chest and neck.

"Are you okay?" Jane then entered the house and continued to stand at the door vigilantly, her gun never leaving the body on the ground.

"No problem, safe!" Jack stood up quickly, stepped forward and kicked the shotgun out of the corpse's hand. This was a Mossberg M590 pump-action shotgun, which was very common and was known as the "trench cleaner."

He took off his gloves and touched the fat man's carotid artery to confirm that he was dead. Jack wiped the grease from his hands on his pants and put on his gloves again.

"The team leader reports the situation." Jane shouted loudly.

"Safety!"

"We're all safe, sir!"

"Two suspects caught!"

Reports came from everywhere in the earphones, making Jane breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why did this guy shoot? This is just a smelly, empty house without even basic furniture." The little black guy named Reggie started chattering rather sarcastically.

"Call CSI and inform the people above that we are in big trouble."

Jack walked up to Jane. He was really looking for evidence, but he didn't expect the evidence to be presented to him in such an exaggerated way.

"But we didn't find a hostage, what happened?" Jane was confused by what he said.

"Your hostage is here." Jack said, closing the safety of the carbine, and hit the wall with the butt of the gun, and a stench hit his face as if it was visible to the naked eye.

"What is this? Walter Falk!" Reggie came forward stupidly, almost being suffocated by the strong smell of corpses.

"The internal structure of the entire house is wrong. The gypsum board walls need not be so thick. There are dead maggots in the cracks in the corners."

As Jack spoke, he pulled open the wall in front of him. The wall was divided into grids with wooden shelves, and there was a corpse standing in each grid.

Each corpse had a bag over its head and was wearing only underwear, both male and female.