The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"Snapped"

A bullet passed through the narrow firing hole of the bunker, leaving a huge deep hole in the concrete wall. Sonny subconsciously shrank his neck, leaned against the corner of the wall holding the Mk46 light machine gun and shouted.

"Sniper! Anti-material sniper rifle!"

Deputy Captain Ray Perry threw a smoke bomb outside, took off the SR25 on his back and tried to go up to the top rooftop, but he bumped into Jack who was coming towards him.

"Leave it to me. I'll take care of the sniper." Jack reached out and took his semi-automatic sniper rifle. "It takes Dr. Goosby five minutes to dismantle a missile. We still need to hold on for at least 45 minutes."

"Understood. Be careful. The enemy's firepower is very strong." Ray Perry directly pulled out two spare magazines and handed them to him, then turned around and went back to the door to defend.

This is not the first time that Seal and Jack have worked together. It can be said that they trust each other's strength.

Although this old bunker is very sturdy, it was once converted into a hospital. Although it is equipped with seemingly sturdy iron fences, it is much easier to break through than thick concrete walls.

Team B has only 6 members in total, and there are too many positions that need to be looked after. Fortunately, the other side has only more than ten people participating in the attack, so they can barely cope with it.

The SEALs' disadvantage lies in firepower. Sonny's beloved light machine gun was rarely suppressed this time, not by the anti-material sniper rifle of unknown model, but by an M60E3 general-purpose machine gun on the opposite side.

使用7.62毫米北约通用弹的M60E3通用机枪火力可要比桑尼手上使用5.56北约通用弹的Mk46轻机枪猛多了。

Sonny changed his shooting position after firing a burst of bullets. Originally, he could still barely deal with the opponent, but after the addition of the anti-material sniper rifle, he was completely defeated.

Without any restraint, the M60E3 began to show its power. The dense rain of bullets caused dust to fly everywhere in the windows. Some soldiers were already trying to force their way forward under the cover of machine guns.

But the two grenades that flew out of the window dispelled the other side's idea of ​​a quick victory. Although both sides were special forces with rich practical experience, the SEALs' tactical qualities were obviously much stronger.

The bunker has only two floors in total, with a patio-like structure in the middle and a dilapidated skylight on the top. Some vines are climbing up along the outer wall.

As soon as Jack went up the stairs to the second floor, he heard another dull gunshot. The direction was easy to distinguish, it was coming from the rooftop of the prison building.

It was still early in the morning, with only a thin layer of sea fog surrounding the island. After Jack confirmed the direction, the muzzle flash from the gun a hundred meters away, though fleeting, did not escape his eyes.

Although the opponent's equipment was not as advanced as that of the SEALs, it had everything it needed. Jack had just shown his head to observe when he was discovered by the enemy who also had night vision goggles.

The muzzle of the general-purpose machine gun turned around, and a long burst of fire directly destroyed the already dilapidated parapet.

The brick parapet is much more fragile than the reinforced concrete wall that is more than half a meter thick, and cannot withstand the barrage of 7.62mm NATO bullets.

Jack, with a dusty face, leaned against a pillar with a cold sweat on his face. This was probably the difference between an elite soldier and an ordinary gunner. The difference in marksmanship and personal quality was secondary. The subjective consciousness of mutual cooperation was even more terrifying.

Although he had fought with regular army soldiers before, the veterans led by General Hammer were obviously much stronger than the so-called soldiers from North Korea.

Fortunately, Jack was not fighting alone. As soon as he noticed the shift of fire from the general-purpose machine gun, Jason and his SEALs immediately counterattacked.

Under the cover of Sonny's Mk46, the former captain of Team A, now B6 "Full Metal" Scott Carter, scored the first goal with a short, steady burst of fire from the Noveske N4 in his hand, hitting a soldier in the knee.

The soldier with a ponytail on the back of his head fell to the ground with a howl. Just as he was trying to struggle back to the stone steps that served as a cover, he was hit in the chest and shoulder by Jason's continuous gunfire.

"Save me! Save me!"

The soldier who was shot tried to roll back to the cover, but the .300BLK bullet was considered a subsonic bullet and a compromise between the 5.56 and 7.62 calibers.

That is, the so-called 5.56 cartridge plus the 7.62 bullet gives people the visual feeling of a small horse pulling a big cart, but it is ultimately the power of a rifle bullet.

Although his chest was protected by a bulletproof plate, the gunshot wounds on his shoulders and knees quickly caused him to lose too much blood. He rolled over twice and could no longer move.

The distance between General Hammer's men and the SEALs in the battle was not too far at this time. After all, Devil's Island was only more than 500 meters long from north to south and less than 200 meters wide from east to west.

Such a narrow terrain actually meant that the two sides were in a close combat state with a distance of no more than thirty or forty meters. In addition, tonight was a full moon night in early summer, and Jason's marksmanship was not so bad that he could not complete a sniper kill at this distance.

At the moment, neither side has sufficient manpower. Regardless of whether the other side is willing to risk rescue for their comrades, creating a seriously injured person who needs to be taken care of is more cost-effective than directly killing him.

His approach was somewhat despicable, but quite effective. The general-purpose machine gun that had just moved its position opened fire again, and the anti-material sniper rifle on the roof of the prison building in the distance also roared.

A dark figure appeared silently behind Jack like a civet cat, and moved to his side almost crawling on the ground.

"What are you here for?"

Jack was a little surprised. Why did old man Mason come up at this time?

"It looks like you need a spotter." Mason pointed to his eyes. "I forgot to bring my glasses, but presbyopia seems to be able to help a little."

Seeing Jack's expression that said what nonsense he was talking about, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "Well, it's that thing that Gooseby is doing that really creeps me out. I just want to stay away from those ghost things."

"You have to know that even if we hide up here, if something goes wrong down there, we'll only die half a minute later." Jack shrugged at him while holding SR25 against the pillar.

"But at least I don't have to listen to that stupid guy over there repeatedly telling me how dangerous the thing he's dealing with is, and if we fail, our spinal nerve signals will be cut off and we will die in half a minute.

I can already feel the pain in my back now.”

Jack didn't hear clearly what he said next, because at this moment the anti-material sniper rifle on the roof of the prison building roared again, but this time it moved its shooting position like the general-purpose machine gun before.