North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Rockford came to his senses, and instantly crouched down, and then hid behind the wall. He leaned against the wall, and David Mosley was shot in the head.

There are snipers!

If he had not changed positions, the bullet would have passed through David Mosley's head and hit him.

"boom!"

Locke watched David Mosley fall in front of him and regained his composure instantly. Floyd Ross's manor was attacked. It seemed that someone was preparing to do the same thing as him.

What a coincidence, we bumped into each other!

Soon he heard intensive shooting, and silencers were installed. Locke immediately moved his position, preparing to observe the situation.

When passing David Mosley's body, he did not forget to remove the flying needle from the back of his neck.

After changing to a smaller window, Locke turned sideways and looked downstairs with his peripheral vision. He found that more than a dozen armed men were attacking the manor head-on, and his eyes shrank.

He immediately discovered that this group of militants was unusual. They all wore hoods and were fully armed. They looked like mercenaries. They cooperated with each other tacitly, and their marksmanship and positioning made them the elite among the elite at first glance.

In the face of counterattack, there was no evasion at all. Every time he fired, he showed great confidence, and every move showed the aesthetics of violence. He was simply a killing machine.

Although Blackwater's bodyguards were all retired soldiers, they were killed one by one without being able to form effective resistance. They were just like harvesting rice, not at the same level at all.

This is pure massacre.

Locke's expression was solemn, and he knew in his heart that this was the Democratic Party's move.

It must be Alice Rose's behavior today that aroused their vigilance, and they did not want Floyd Rose to have any contact with the military.

Alice Rose, a stupid woman, could only imagine that Sanges Camilo sold her.

Well, maybe it's Craven Pierce.

Damn, these politicians react so quickly!

Decisive, ferocious, and cold, after deciding to strike, his actions are so swift and resolute that the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves.

It is conceivable that Henry Gibbs should also be their target.

It seems that the two drunkards who entered by mistake before were probably testing the reaction and strength of Blackwater's bodyguards.

Seeing that the militants were about to enter the villa, Locke also made a decision. Since he happened to encounter them, he would say hello to the Democratic Party.

He planned to keep this group of people, and originally planned to quietly deal with Floyd Ross and put an end to this undercover operation.

However, he was still holding his breath deep in his heart.

Damn it, is he someone who can be used as a pawn?

There just happened to be a group of people who could let him vent his anger. It is conceivable that if this group of elites carefully cultivated by the Democratic Party were completely wiped out here, these politicians would immediately fall into suspicion and remain honest for a long time.

Locke took out the Barrett M82 and looked at the sea. He soon discovered a yacht parked one kilometer offshore, and it was pitch black.

The sniper was lying on the top of the yacht's flybridge. After taking care of David Mosley, this guy was shooting unscrupulously towards the villa to help his teammates clear out the bodyguards who were fighting back in the villa.

"boom……"

Without hesitation, Locke pulled the trigger, and a mist of blood instantly rose from the sniper's position.

Then he fired all the bullets into the cabin of the yacht. The cabin was instantly filled with lightning. He immediately put away the gun and walked calmly to the door.

As soon as he left, the position where he was standing was attacked. However, the bullet did not penetrate the wall, but only knocked off the dust on the wall.

Apparently, the militants downstairs spotted him and opened fire.

Locke stood at the door and once again put on the full set of special forces equipment, helmet, hood, night vision goggles, body armor, wire ghost tactical vest, gloves, tactical boots...

Damn it, I wouldn't have changed my clothes before I knew this.

In fact, it makes no difference to Locke whether he changes to this outfit or not, but he wears this outfit for an ulterior purpose.

After Locke was dressed, he heard footsteps approaching. There were three people. He turned on the safety of the mk18 and fired three shots at the door.

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

There was the sound of an object falling to the ground outside the door. Locke opened the door, walked out lightly, and glanced at the body on the ground.

Although there was a door between them, three shots were fired, all of which were accurate headshots.

With the support of L4's pistol and L3's rifle, coupled with a physique far beyond that of ordinary people, and L4's master-level mixed martial arts, Locke's tactical literacy is already at the peak level of human beings. He can accurately judge the opponent through the sound of footsteps. position.

Although this group of mercenaries are all elites selected from a million, they are not at the same level as Lockerbie.

How they harvested Blackwater's bodyguards before, now it's Locke's turn to harvest them.

Locke ripped off the communication device from a corpse, put it on his ear, and immediately heard their internal conversation.

"Fuck, my leg is broken, send someone to rescue me, the yacht equipment is damaged, it can't start, and it's taking in water, planb, planb..."

"Vulture, Vulture, report the situation, has it been resolved..."

"The black water is almost cleared..."

"Fuck, kangaroo, you take people up there, be careful..."

"..."

The message was messy, but Locke understood it. He glanced down the stairs, turned around and climbed outside the attic, then took out the mk110a sniper rifle he had used once before. This gun had a tango61-6x scope and osshelixhx- The qd762 silencer is a powerful tool for fighting black guns.

He stood in the shadows on the side of the loft, clearing the yard of armed men searching for Blackwater bodyguards.

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"..."

One shot at a time, just like the coyote shot before, the entire manor has a clear view, and the armed men in the yard are the same as the coyotes to Locke.

Even if there are militants lying on the ground to hide, they cannot escape the fate of being shot in the head.

For this group of armed forces of the Democratic Party, Locke is a complete dimensionality reduction attack. He is the real killing machine.

After clearing the visible militants, the mk110a disappeared instantly. Locke had already heard footsteps entering the attic. He took out an mk3a2 offensive grenade, calculated the time, and threw it into the attic.

"boom……"

The grenade exploded in the air. While the three people in the attic were in shock while avoiding the grenade, Locke suddenly appeared at the window.

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

Three more headshots were fired, and after these three people were eliminated, Locke held the MK18 in one hand and hung from the eaves with the other hand, descending layer by layer. Angry curses came from the communication equipment.

"Fuck, hurry up and kill that sniper..."

"Kangaroo, tell me, what's going on?"

"Dagger, you bring people up to support the kangaroo, fuck, why are there such powerful people in the black water..."

Locke landed smoothly and immediately ducked behind a pillar, suddenly remembering a Chinese fable that Li Bo had told them before.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

He was originally a praying mantis, but now he should have become an oriole.

Sensing a figure flashing behind the pillar at the side and rear, he took out a mk3a2 grenade again and threw it.

"boom……"

"biu..."

One shot hit the militant who jumped to avoid the grenade, and still shot him in the head.

After this shot, the entire manor instantly fell into silence, and the communication equipment was silent.

Locke knew that the militants had entered a state of silence and was ready to play hide-and-seek with him. The corner of his mouth curled up, and an m136at4 rocket launcher immediately appeared in his hand.