Chapter 822 Raid
"I thought." Jane looked at Jack, and then at the Barrett who was still firing frequently behind him.
"That's Hannah." Jack explained casually and pressed the headset, "Clay, what's the situation back there?"
Switching the perspective to the backyard of the three-story building, Agent Gelson's slightly dull eyes were looking away from Clay, who was holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle and carrying an MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle on his back, with a murderous look on his face.
He subconsciously tightened his Glock 17 and lifted the "thin" police bulletproof vest on his body. He had not recovered from the shock.
When he saw the FBI wearing a full set of "Interceptor" bulletproof vests with neckbands and crotch guards, he had a bad premonition.
When everyone arrived at the scene and took out the equipment from the trunk of the GMC and armed themselves, he had already vaguely regretted why he came, although he had reasons to come.
Finally, when a sweet-smiling Texas girl opened a huge gun box and took out a Barrett M82A1 from it, Agent Gelson was about to cry.
"It's not a big problem. There is only one back door. They can't run away." Clay replied to Jack and looked at the somewhat stunned DEA agent beside him with some dissatisfaction, "Watch the side door and don't let civilian vehicles get close."
"Okay, okay, I got it." Agent Gelson swallowed his saliva, bent over and trotted to hide next to a trash can.
The terrain behind the small building is a bit complicated. Not only are there a lot of illegal buildings, but it is also full of various abandoned waste electrical appliances and furniture, from refrigerators to sofas.
The two Marshals who were responsible for the rear road were suppressed from the beginning behind an SUV they drove, but they still found an opportunity to smash two cars parked in the backyard, including the blue Honda Fit that Maldonado suspected to be driving.
This is also the reason why the drug dealers dared to shoot at the outside of the house, but were blocked in the building by the much smaller number of marshals.
After all, it is one thing to shoot with faith with the help of cover, but it is not just courage to leave the cover and rush out to shoot passionately with well-trained veterans.
Compared with the unexpected encounter in Charlotte, the Marshals Bureau agents this time are much stronger in terms of equipment and personnel quality. Although they are still completely suppressed in firepower, they are not completely powerless to fight back.
"Is anyone injured?" Jack bent over and trotted to the old marshal Samuels, and helped him pick up the white cowboy hat on the ground.
Federal marshals do not have special uniforms, but the old-fashioned ones are still used to preparing a white cowboy hat for themselves. It is an old tradition passed down from the Western era.
"Lucky, maybe two guys scratched a little, but the Philadelphia Police Department suffered heavy losses." The old marshal Samuels took over the hat he had just thrown away, and his expression was quite difficult to describe.
"Thanks to you this time." Jack could probably guess what he was thinking and smiled to show his relief.
At this time, the gunshots around him gradually died down, only Barrett's dull gunshots were heard from time to time. Hannah completed her cover perfectly, and one person and one gun completed the fire suppression.
The violent killers that penetrated the wall made the drug dealers in the building scream and cry for their parents.
"Don't you wait for the SWAT armored vehicle?" Seeing Jack take out a few smoke bombs from his chest pocket, the old marshal Samuels vaguely guessed what he was going to do. In his opinion, the next move of this FBI gang was simply suicide.
Jack's answer directly choked him, "Can you be sure which reinforcement will arrive first, the drug dealers' reinforcement or our reinforcement?"
"Okay, but are you sure?"
The old marshal Samuels was not stupid. With the current support speed and strength of the Philadelphia Police Department, it would not be able to block the surrounding streets for a while.
The reason is simple, because they are now located between the two most chaotic blocks in the west and north of Philadelphia.
Philadelphia, with its glorious history, was the base camp of the American independent militia during the War of Independence. Now it has declined beyond recognition, and has maintained a high growth rate of population emigration for many years.
The industrial decline caused by the wave of deindustrialization has burst the bubble of the entire blue-collar middle class. Large tracts of middle-class communities have become slums filled with illegal immigrants. The reduction in tax revenue has seriously weakened the security of the entire city, and everything has fallen into an irreversible vicious cycle.
The FBI SWAT team is indeed on the way, but they encounter various "accidents" along the way, such as man-made car accidents and abandoned cars stranded in the middle of the road, which fully demonstrates that those guys who seem to be trapped in the small building are not idle.
Although the mobilized police force will eventually arrive, it is hard to say whether they will come to help arrest drug dealers or rescue the trapped federal agents.
Jack likes to take the initiative in his own hands. At present, Hannah has beaten the rampant gunmen in the building with a Barrett, so that they dare not show up. The advantage is obvious to me. When should I not seize the opportunity?
"Just follow us." Jack waved his arms repeatedly, and threw several smoke bombs far out of the window of the small building.
"Puff. Puff"
As the smoke bombs began to smoke, Hannah fired two shots before the smoke completely blocked her vision and blasted open the front door of the small building.
Gunfire rang out again in the building, and the gunman inside the building ignored Barrett's threat. Someone shouted in Spanish to urge his men to continue shooting outside.
However, they didn't know that the FBI and the marshals had divided into two teams. With the help of smoke blocking their sight, they rushed into the small courtyards of the neighbors on the left and right sides, entering their blind spots.
Behind Jack followed Jiejie, old marshal Samuels and one of his men. The other team was led by Aubrey and Jubal, followed by two other marshals.
Kicking down the simple courtyard wall surrounded by broken iron sheets and rusty barbed wire, Jack threw a stun grenade that he had been holding in his hand into the house from the first-floor window.
Accompanied by a strong flash and loud noise, the black muzzle of the Noveske N4 stabbed in through the tattered curtains, directly sweeping a magazine in a fan shape. When Jiejie behind Jack caught up and pointed the muzzle into the house, even the groaning inside had disappeared.
Following behind Jiejie, the old bailiff Samuels and his men kept pointing their M4A1s at the top of their heads to prevent anyone from shooting from upstairs. However, as the smoke on the lawn gradually dissipated, the sound of Barrett's gunfire rang out again, and Hannah, who had changed her shooting position, became their most reliable cover again.
"Bang!" Another stun grenade was thrown into the house from the half-open front door, bursting out with a dazzling flash and unbearable loud noise.
At the same time, the group attacking Aubrey and Jubal from the other side did the same thing, clearing the room in their direction and squatting on the other side of the front door, just facing Jack.
"Follow up!"
Jack didn't say anything nonsense, and threw the Noveske N4, which had emptied the second magazine, on his back, lowered his right shoulder slightly, and the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle originally hanging behind his right side was in his hand.
As if it had been violently charged by a bull, the shattered front door instantly turned into flying wood chips. A gunman hiding behind the stairs had not yet reacted when he was shot three times by Jack who broke in violently.
Two shots to the chest and one to the head, the little that was in his brain instantly covered the wall behind him.