Chapter 1087: Grenade Clears the Way

Chapter 1087: Grenade Clears the Way

The M4 shotgun blasted open the fire door of the safety passage with a single bullet, and the second single bullet blasted the guy closest to the door in the chest and bulletproof vest.

The military-type M4 shotgun provided by the US military in Lin Zheling's hand has two more rounds of ammunition than ordinary civilian or police models, but it only takes a few seconds to empty all 8 rounds of bullets.

He threw away the empty shotgun directly, and the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle on his right shoulder came into his hand.

Jack said that he borrowed equipment from the US military stationed in South Korea, but in fact he still followed the path of JSOC (Joint Special Operations Command). If it were not for the fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, the original idea of ​​the FBI was to directly call Team B to help.

After all, South Korea is still a protectorate of the United States. Although the other party's top leaders may not care much, it is a bit unreasonable to allow terrorists to release nerve agents in Seoul.

When Team B, or "DEVGRU", is dispatched, JSOC must also take some action, and basic support will be in place, but this kind of mobilization cannot be hidden from the attention of those who are interested.

It is not impossible that the North will blame them and say that the Americans used special forces to assassinate the diplomatic mission.

Fortunately, Rossi has full confidence in Jack's combat power, and knows that he doesn't like people watching him when he is doing things overseas, so he didn't insist too much.

After all, this "closed disciple" has never let him down, and he is not the type who wants to save face. Whenever Jack thinks there is a need, he never hesitates to call for reinforcements.

Zhang Mingjun and his dozen men are military men after all. Although they were caught off guard by the "cluster" stun bombs, the instincts they had developed in their training still made them choose to find shelter in the room at the first time.

A few of those who were less affected, after regaining their eyesight, resisted the nausea caused by dizziness and quickly used shelters such as steps and load-bearing columns in the hall to fight back.

No matter how strong Lin Zheling was, he was only one person. He was soon pressed into the corner of the bar. Fortunately, the bar was made of exquisite materials and had a huge marble base to hide.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire was deafening, mixed with the equally harsh sound of the fire alarm, and the water spraying from the ceiling, the scene was extremely chaotic.

In this chaos, Jack silently hummed a song in his heart and jumped out of the elevator. It was not that he deliberately pretended to be cool, but the scene in front of him was too appropriate. It would be a bit unreasonable not to have some background music.

"The sound of raindrops outside the window has been dripping for three days and three nights, just like you, my favorite, didn't answer the phone for three days and three nights."

Two shots killed a guy hiding behind a load-bearing column, and slid to the body with a step, leaning against the column and letting the bullets fly.

Although the opposite side was a group of soldiers, they were also trained in military affairs. It was impossible for everyone to make the mistake of emptying the magazine at the same time, so after being set up, Jack's choice was to throw a grenade directly.

The standard grenades of the US military are divided into offensive and defensive types, and the difference lies in the amount of charge and the number of fragments.

Offensive grenades do not carry prefabricated fragments. Although they have a large charge, their effective killing range is relatively small, which avoids causing accidental injuries to friendly forces during breakthroughs.

"Hide!"

Amid the heart-wrenching roars from the opposite side, the MK3A2 grenade, which is about the size of a can, fell in the center of the hall, spinning around, and exploded a few seconds later.

Because the delegation booked the entire floor of the building, strictly speaking, the area where they were fighting at this time was actually the lounge leading to the presidential suites on both sides.

The area here is quite large. If you remove the luxuriously decorated partitions and wooden racks for display, it is at least two or three hundred square meters.

The sturdy high-rise exterior wall glass withstood the test this time because of the long distance. Although several pieces were cracked, at least it did not break into slag like the one that was hit by the submachine gun, and then fell to the ground from a height of more than 100 floors. But the gunmen who hid behind the sofa, half-knelt under the steps, and had no choice but to hide behind the wooden partitions were miserable.

Although there were no flying fragments, the shock wave caused by the explosion was twice as powerful in a relatively closed room.

The fragile wooden partition was directly blown apart, and the bursting wooden thorns pierced the gunmen hiding behind them all over their heads and faces, and the latter fell to the ground without a sound.

The sprinkler system was still working, and water droplets kept falling, mixed with blood and spreading on the floor, depicting a grotesque and evil postmodern abstract painting.

"Chirp chirp!"

The MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle with a silencer made a slightly strange sound. Lin Zheling took the opportunity to emerge from the other side of the bar and killed two guys who had tried to come up and surround him with a short burst of shots.

There is a reason why "DEVGRU" chose to use the subsonic .300 BLK bullet at close range. In such close-range indoor combat, stopping power and gunshot noise are the primary considerations.

Just as Lin Zheling was about to move his position, he saw another grenade flying out from behind the pillar where Jack was hiding, and he quickly shrank back.

This time it was thrown farther, almost at the edge of the swimming pool, and next to the landing point was Zhang Mingjun, who had a horrified expression and only a Glock in his hand.

"Captain!"

The subordinate who had been protecting him pushed Zhang Mingjun away and flew out, pressing his body tightly on the grenade.

The fire flashed, the explosion sounded again, and the body of this subordinate was lifted off the ground. When he fell, a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of his mouth.

"The heavy rain is still falling. Are you afraid? You haven't found a home in all these years."

Jack flashed out from behind the pillar and turned into a life harvester. Every time the muzzle of the MDX508 in his hand lit up, a gunman who tried to shoot at him would be shot in the vital parts.

Throat, head, lower abdomen, lower body, his muzzle movement speed seemed to always be faster than his opponent, and it was this crucial moment that determined the outcome of life and death.

With a light "click", the MDX508 was thrown out while the empty chamber was hung up, hitting the calf of Zhang Mingjun who was trying to escape backwards.

The latter stumbled and fell to the side of the swimming pool, sliding two meters away.

In less than a song, more than ten of Zhang Mingjun's men were wiped out. Jack killed most of them by himself, and Lin Zheling didn't even finish a magazine.

"Don't come over!" Zhang Mingjun grabbed the remote control hanging around his neck.

"As long as I press this button, the VX poison installed on the roof will spread, and no life will survive within a three-kilometer radius."

Seeing the two men stop their actions, the panic expression on Zhang Mingjun's face gradually faded, replaced by a crazy and ferocious smile.