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

"120 yards, two o'clock, behind the slightly damaged window in the upper left corner."

The cunning Mason removed a brick from under the parapet and observed from there, and soon discovered the sniper's new position.

"Do you need me to come? Although I haven't come for so many years."

The old man was halfway through his words when Jack suddenly stepped sideways, shooting from a standing position without even opening the bipod of his SR25.

Three consecutive gunshots were heard, and when Jack barely hid behind the pillar, dense bullets covered their surroundings. Not only were general-purpose machine guns shooting at them, but there was also fire from several assault rifles.

For a moment, stray bullets flew everywhere, and the splashing brick chips even scratched Mason's cheeks, leaving several bloody marks.

The old man remained calm and even dared to continue looking out from the temporary observation port. He then showed Jack a shocked expression and asked loudly amid the sound of gunfire, "You actually killed him?"

It's only 120 yards, which is less than 110 meters when converted into metric system. It's not that difficult for Jack.

He not only killed the sniper, but his first shot hit the scope of the anti-material sniper rifle, destroying the gun and blowing up the sniper's head at the same time. The last two shots were just a cover-up.

And his target was not just a sniper. As he lowered his shoulders, the Noveske N4 on his shoulder was thrown to Mason, followed by four magazines tied together in pairs with tape.

"Cover me, and we'll take out the machine gun position together."

Mason, who almost didn't react, hurriedly caught these things, still maintaining a shocked expression on his face, "Are you really not worried that I will kill you and escape from here?"

"Although I am an FBI agent, the grievances of your generation have nothing to do with me. I was not even born when you were imprisoned in Alcatraz Prison."

Jack shouted as he pulled two "little lemons" - M67 grenades from the pocket of his tactical vest and shook them in his hands.

The Noveske N4 is essentially still an AR-based assault rifle. Mason quickly adapted to it after just a few simple attempts.

The old man didn't say any more nonsense, and still used his previous ugly but practical crawling posture, like a snake, to come behind another pillar. After standing up, he raised the gun directly above his head and began to shoot with faith in full-automatic sweeping mode.

Although faith shooting is often ridiculed, it also has different usage environments. For example, right now, Mason has done a good job of attracting firepower, and relying on the advantage of being high above, he forced the general machine gun position to move again.

The burly black machine gunner carried a 60-kilogram M3E general-purpose machine gun in one hand and an ammunition box weighing almost twice that much in the other. He lay down behind the concrete base under the water tower, cursing loudly.

His two companions had just dragged back their shot companion with great difficulty under the cover of him and the sniper, but the sniper was killed the next second.

General Hammer's angry call echoed throughout the team's communication channel, but after the three shots, the sniper never responded again.

After firing his gun barrel red at the pile of broken bricks and tiles on the roof of the hospital, the black machine gunner quickly found a new position for himself. Just as he lay down and was about to change to a new barrel, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, and saw a small black dot drawing a strange arc across the night sky under the bright moonlight, and then fell in front of him with a plop.

The black machine gunner felt his hair stand on end. He rolled backwards and fell to the ground again, only to hear the grenade explode behind his feet.

However, before he could turn around to see if he was injured, another "little lemon" fell to the ground with a thud, bounced lightly on the mud twice, and landed right in front of him.

"Fake!"

"boom!"

-

"Retreat!" General Hammer grabbed the military cap off his head, threw it hard on the ground, and gave the order while gritting his teeth.

The number of people on both sides was originally similar, and they were the attacking party, so they had no advantage to speak of. As a result, two people were killed and one was seriously injured after only ten minutes of fighting. How could they continue to fight this battle?

However, there were even more worrying problems waiting for this desperate general.

"Sir, Captain Fowle may not be able to make it."

Major Buster, the deputy, whispered in his ear and looked at the captain who was carried by two soldiers. In addition to sadness, there was deep worry in his eyes.

Whether it was the seriously injured Captain Full, the two guards who died in the shameless sneak attack in the morgue, or the snipers and machine gunners who were the main combat force, General Hammer's truly loyal subordinates had almost all been killed or wounded.

On the surface, the 13 soldiers who participated in the operation were all warriors who shared the same belief with him. In fact, both General Hammer and his deputy Major Buster were very clear about one thing.

Except for those soldiers of the expeditionary reconnaissance company who have been following the general since the Gulf War, and have fought with him on the front lines, the rest, although they can be regarded as "Marine Runners" of the Marine Corps, are essentially just money-grubbing guys.

General Hammer offered the Pentagon $83 billion. After deducting $ million for the families of fallen soldiers who he believed deserved compensation, he promised to divide the remaining money equally among the recruited "mercenaries."

If everything goes according to plan, neither General Hammer nor Major Buster will have to worry about the "morale" issue.

Although a "mercenary" died accidentally when transporting VX missiles in the armory before, the soldiers loyal to General Hammer had an absolute advantage in both numbers and strength at that time, so naturally there would not be any noise.

But the situation took a sharp turn for the worse in almost an instant. The only subordinates who were truly loyal to him and agreed with his ideas were the two people guarding the lighthouse launch pad. Both General Hammer and Major Buster had a bad premonition.

-

"Dr. Reid, what are you doing?"

Emily had just coaxed Mason's daughter Jade to rest, and when she came back she saw Red frowning as he studied some information, instead of staring at the screen nervously like everyone else, paying attention to the battle situation on the island.

Red unfolded the files on the table like playing cards and pulled out a few of them. "I have made some strange discoveries and I feel the need to inform Jack."

"What did you find?" Emily picked up the files puzzledly, flipped through them but didn't find any problems.

"I looked up the military experience of these people and found that although these six were all Marines, they did not belong to the expeditionary reconnaissance company and had never served under General Hammer."

Red's eyes sparkled in the light. "Aren't you curious? How did he convince those soldiers to participate in such a high-risk operation?"