North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Next, William Horton called Henry and Grace over, showed them the photos taken by the drone, and also informed them of the situation he sent people to observe.

"Later, I will lead the main attack and Henry will be responsible for the support. Grace, you are familiar with the terrain. You can lead the people to the back to prevent them from escaping. I have sent people to observe. There are ten people in total, six workers and four guards. There are no automatic weapons, they are all pistols..."

Henry said seriously: "No problem..."

Grace said coldly: "I will not let go of a Mexican pig that pollutes my land..."

Henry led Locke back to the car, and Matthew immediately fed back to Henry the information Andy had just conveyed.

Henry nodded and said: "William said so too. It shouldn't be a big problem. This time we are still supporting you. William will be the main attacker. Please cheer up and don't make any mistakes. Bullets don't have eyes. Think about your wives and children." …”

The three of them were speechless. Matthew complained: "Fuck, this is the same sentence every time, can't you change it?"

Henry said with a serious face: "As long as it works, think more about your wife and children. If you die, the cowboy on the farm will fuck your wife and make your children call him daddy, so be careful." , no matter how careful you are, I don’t want to bury you with my own hands..."

"fuck..."

The faces of the three Matthews suddenly became solemn, as if they had seen this scene, and they replied in unison: "I know!"

Henry said in a deep voice: "That's it, don't be like those idiots who really thought they were going hunting!"

Locke listened to Henry's pre-war mobilization and was very surprised. Although these words were rough, they were very encouraging. He felt that he had underestimated his uncle.

Henry turned to look at Locke again, "You are the same, kid. I want to be careful. If something happens to you, Marian will kill me!"

Locke also looked solemn and nodded: "Don't worry, I won't let you die!"

Henry gave him the middle finger and waved his hand, "Get in the car!"

After getting in the car, he showed his true colors and asked with a stern look on his face: "How was it? Do you think the few words I just said were very good?"

Locke nodded and said: "Rough words or not, it is indeed the truth! It is very inspiring!"

If someone among Matthew and the others died, it would be impossible for his wife to take the child away from the farm and live there. There would be a high probability that she would find a cowboy stepfather on the farm.

Henry started the pickup truck, pumped the gas to keep up with the car in front, and said with a smile, "Your dad taught me this!"

Locke was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Todd, who looked so gentle and elegant, could actually say such rough things.

Soon, more than a dozen vehicles drove aggressively towards the greenhouse at Grace Farm. Three vehicles from Grace Farm separated from the convoy when they arrived at the greenhouse. They wanted to surround them from behind.

William Horton drove the car directly to the entrance of the greenhouse, apparently preparing to catch the other party off guard. Before the car could stop, the livestock policeman and the cowboys from Horton's farm who got out of the car first rushed towards the entrance of the greenhouse with guns in hand. , the cowboys all wore balaclavas and had no cooperation at all.

Henry parked the car, put on his hood, and complained: "These bastards do this every time, they are not afraid of accidents..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

……

Locke had already put on his hood, and when he was about to get out of the car, he saw the livestock police and cowboys who had just rushed to the greenhouse were running back, crawling on the ground. Several people were shot, and there was blood on their arms and thighs. come out.

"Retreat, retreat..."

"Fuck, they have ak47!"

"William's been shot!"

"..."

Locke's heart suddenly rose and he shouted to Henry: "Get off the car and stay hidden!"

The uncle and nephew just bent down and got out of the car. A round of bullets shattered the glass of the greenhouse and shot toward their car. They shot through the windshield and penetrated the seat.

As soon as Henry got out of the car, he shouted to the three Matthews behind him: "Get off the car and take cover!"

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

……

At the entrance of the greenhouse, livestock policemen and cowboys were shot and killed one after another by drug dealers chasing after them. It was very tragic.

As soon as Locke got out of the car, he immediately retaliated, shooting the drug dealer who shot at them with one shot in the head, and then twice in the head with the two drug dealers who shot at the escaping cowboys at the door.

As soon as another drug dealer appeared and wanted to shoot, he shot him in the head again.

The movements were done in one go, flowing like water, and every time he shot a person, it was a headshot. It all happened in a flash of lightning, so fast that everyone seemed to be suspended and unable to react.

After clearing out all the drug dealers in sight, Locke carried the AR-15 directly over the wounded who were whispering and walked towards the greenhouse.

Henry was stunned by Locke's series of shots. When he saw him walking out, his scalp was numb with fear and he shouted: "Locke, what are you doing!"

"biu..."

A drug dealer emerged from the leaves. Like a conditioned reflex, Locke shot another shot in the head and shouted: "Henry, call the rescue helicopter..."

Locke walked directly into the greenhouse and saw green leaves. He hunched over and slowly sneaked in. Suddenly, half of the shoe came into view. He hit it with a shuttle without hesitation and quickly moved his place.

Soon a corpse fell to the ground, with red blood pouring from his body.

Locke changed the direction and sneaked in again. He calculated in his heart that this was the sixth time. He held his breath and concentrated on using his sneaking skills to the extreme.

"Shh!"

Hearing movement on the left, another round of bullets hit Locke's side, directly penetrating the leaves and emptying the magazine.

"boom"

Although no one was seen yet, the sound of corpses falling to the ground could be heard.

Just as Locke was about to change the magazine, a drug dealer jumped out of the leaves nearby, holding a G17 in his hand and wanted to shoot him.

But Locke was faster than him. While dodging, he pulled out the M1911 on his thigh and shot another headshot. After rolling twice on the ground, he quickly changed positions, bent over and stood still, and inserted the M1911 into his head. Put the gun back into the holster and change the magazine for the AR15.

His breathing was still steady. L4's pistol, L3's rifle, and L4's mixed martial arts made him nearly invincible in this level of combat.

Eighth!

Damn it, they were all obviously guarded by drug dealers, but the intelligence actually said there were only four armed guards.

Well, maybe there are more than ten people.

No matter how many people were left, Locke didn't want to play hide-and-seek with them and planned to fight quickly.

He speeded up and weaved through the leaves. Suddenly there was a sound behind him and a gunshot came from the left. He immediately hit it with a shuttle.

"boom"

Another drug dealer fell, and then a frightened voice sounded. It was in Spanish with a heavy accent, but Locke had a talent for languages ​​and still understood it.

"Don't kill me, I surrender..."

"Don't kill me, I surrender..."

"..."

Locke followed the sound and moved over quietly, and found a drug dealer lying prostrate on the ground, and a Smith & Wesson 625 revolver was thrown two meters away.

He observed, but rather than ambush, he asked in Spanish with a Mexican accent: "How many of you are there?"

The drug dealer on the ground trembled and replied: "16..."

Locke quickly moved to another position and asked: "Where are the other 6 people?"

The drug dealer was silent for two seconds and replied: "They are plantation workers and are locked in the storage room..."

Locke had realized that this illegal growing shop was different from the ones Henry and the others had eliminated before, and asked: "What's the name? From that gang? How many growing sheds like this are there in Lebec?"