Chapter 1143 Fierce Battle (Part 2)
"120 yards, two o'clock, behind the slightly damaged window in the upper left corner."
The cunning Mason took out a brick under the parapet to observe from there, and soon discovered the sniper's new position.
"Do you need me to come? Although I haven't for so many years."
Halfway through the old man's words, Jack suddenly stepped out. He didn't even open the bipod of the SR25 in his hand, and just took a standing position to shoot.
There were three continuous gunshots, and when Jack barely hid back behind the pillar, dense bullets covered their surroundings. Not only were general machine guns shooting at them, but there was also the firepower of several assault rifles.
For a moment, stray bullets flew everywhere, and the splashing bricks even scratched several blood stains on Mason's cheek.
The old man didn't change his expression, and even dared to continue to look out from the temporary observation hole. Then he looked at Jack with a shocked expression and asked loudly amidst the gunfire, "You actually killed him?"
It's only 120 yards, which is less than 110 meters when converted to metric. It's really not that difficult for Jack.
Not only did he kill the sniper, but the first shot actually hit the scope of the anti-materiel sniper rifle, destroying the gun and simultaneously blowing up the sniper's head. The last two shots were just cover-ups.
And his target was not just a sniper. As his shoulders dropped, the Noveske N4 on his shoulders was thrown to Mason, followed by four magazines tied together with tape.
"Cover me, let's take care of the machine gun position together."
Mason, who almost didn't react, hurriedly caught these things, his face still maintaining a shocked expression, "Are you really not worried that I will kill you and escape from here in the chaos?"
"Although I am an FBI, the grudges of your generation have nothing to do with me. I was not even born when you were imprisoned in Alcatraz Prison."
After Jack said loudly, he took out two "little lemon"-M67 grenades from the pocket of his tactical vest and bumped them in his hands.
The Noveske N4 is still essentially an AR-type assault rifle. When Mason got it in his hands, he quickly adapted to it after a brief fumble.
The old man didn't say any more nonsense. He still used his ugly but practical crawling posture before, like a snake, and came behind another pillar. After standing up, he directly raised the gun above his head and started shooting in full-automatic strafing mode. .
Although Faith Shooting is often ridiculed, it also depends on the circumstances of use. For example, at the moment, Mason has completed the task of attracting firepower very well, and relying on his condescending advantage, the general machine gun position has to be moved again.
The tall and thick black machine gunner held a sixteen kilogram M60E3 general-purpose machine gun in one hand and an ammunition box that weighed almost twice that in the other hand. He cursed loudly and lay down behind the cement base under the water storage tower.
His two companions, under the cover of him and the sniper, managed to drag the shot companion back, but the sniper was killed in the next second.
General Hammer's angry call rang through the team's communication channel, but after those three gunshots, there was no reply from the sniper.
After shooting the red barrel against the pile of broken bricks and tiles on the roof of the hospital, the black machine gunner quickly found this new position for himself. Just when he lay down and planned to replace the barrel with a new one, he suddenly felt a surge in his heart. Aversion to cold.
He subconsciously looked up at the sky, and saw under the bright moonlight, a small black dot was drawing a strange arc across the night sky, and landed in front of him with a clatter.
The black machine gunner felt the hairs on his hair rising. He rolled backwards and fell to the ground again. He only heard the grenade exploding behind his feet.
However, before he could turn around to check whether he was injured, another "little lemon" landed on the ground, lightly bouncing twice on the mud floor, and landed just in front of him.
"Farke!"
"boom!"
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"Retreat!" General Hammer grabbed the military cap off his head, threw it to the ground, and issued the order through gritted teeth.
The number of people on both sides was almost the same. They were still the attackers, so there was no advantage at all. As a result, two people were killed and one was seriously injured within ten minutes of the battle. How could this battle be fought?
However, there were even more worrying problems waiting for the desperate general.
"Sir, Captain Foer may not be able to survive."
Major Buster, who was the deputy, whispered in his ear. While speaking, he looked at the captain who was being carried by two soldiers. In addition to sadness, there was also deep worry in his eyes.
Whether it was the seriously wounded Captain Foer, including the two guards who had died in a shameless sneak attack in the morgue, as well as the snipers and machine gunners who were the main combat force, General Hammer's truly loyal men had almost been killed and injured.
On the surface, the 13 soldiers participating in this operation were all dead soldiers who shared his beliefs. In fact, both General Hammer and Major Buster, who was his deputy, knew one thing clearly.
Except for those soldiers of the Expeditionary Force Reconnaissance Company who have been with the left and right since the Gulf War, who have followed the general through life and death, and fought on the front lines, the rest, although they can be regarded as the "Ma Run" of the Marine Corps, are actually just helpers. Just a guy who is jealous of money.
General Hammer offered the Pentagon one billion dollars. After deducting the $830 million that he believed should be paid to the families of the 83 fallen soldiers who should receive compensation, he promised that the remaining money would be divided equally among these recruited soldiers. "mercenary".
If everything goes according to plan, neither General Hammer nor Major Buster would have to worry about the "military morale" problem.
Although a "mercenary" died accidentally when transporting VX missiles in the arsenal before, the soldiers loyal to General Hammer at that time had an absolute advantage in both numbers and strength, so naturally there would not be any noise.
But the situation took a sharp turn for the worse almost in an instant. The only subordinates who were truly loyal to him and agreed with his ideas were the two people guarding the lighthouse launcher. Both General Hammer and Major Buster had a bad premonition.
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"Dr. Reed, what are you doing?"
Emily had just coaxed Mason's daughter Jade to rest, and when she came back, she saw Reed frowning and studying some information, instead of staring at the screen nervously like everyone else, paying attention to the war situation on the island.
Reed unfolded the files on the table like playing cards, and took out a few from them, "I have some strange discoveries, and I feel it is necessary to inform Jack."
"What discoveries?" Emily picked up the files in confusion, flipped through them, and did not find any problems.
"I looked up the military experience of these people and found that although these six were all Marines, they were not part of the expeditionary reconnaissance company and had never served under General Hammer."
Red's eyes sparkled under the light, "Aren't you curious? How did he convince those soldiers to participate in such a high-risk operation?"