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Chapter 1148 Jack the Plane Shooter (Fog)

"Stay here, someone will come find you later."

In the sewer, Mason pointed to the honest-looking chubby tour guide who was dressed like a Boy Scout and said, "Take care of these people. Soon everything will be over and you will all be fine."

"Okay, okay, sir." The little fat man nodded frequently and turned around to try to comfort the tourists who had been tortured by fear and hunger for two days and one night.

Seeing Mason turning around and trying to go back to the bomb-battered inspection entrance, a fat black woman asked worriedly.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

"Go check if some arrogant guy is dead." Mason said as he bent down and disappeared into the sewer pipe.

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Of course Jack didn't die. After setting the booby trap, he returned to the prison area with an M16A4 assault rifle that he had snatched from the sergeant whose neck he had broken, intending to kill another person.

Unexpectedly, after waiting here for a long time, after a burst of footsteps, the old face of Mason appeared in front of him.

"Why are you back again?"

"It seems like you don't want to see me again." The old man heard the impatience in his tone.

Jack thought to himself that he couldn't do anything with you around, but he couldn't say that. He could only hand him an M9, the U.S. military version of the Beretta 92F pistol, which was also captured, and then pointed helplessly above his head.

"This is your last chance to leave here. Don't underestimate modern technology. As soon as you leave the rooftop, you will be spotted by drones."

"Now I believe you really want to let me go." The old man stuffed a small note into Jack's pocket and patted it gently.

"Do you like tropical islands in the Caribbean?"

"This is the West Coast. Are you planning to swim through the Panama Canal?" Jack couldn't help rolling his eyes and gave out a phone number.

"Go find this lady Anna and tell her you're a fan of Joan Doe's books and want a signed copy of the author's novel. She'll arrange everything."

Mason repeated the number several times in his mind and was about to say thank you when the sound of a helicopter propeller was heard outside the prison building.

"They actually chose to escape directly without even planning to come back to capture a few hostages?" Jack felt a little unbelievable. This was not a rational choice that a battle-hardened general would make.

Thinking of the fragments of conversation he had overheard before, he couldn't help but say to Mason, "If you're not in a hurry to leave, would you be interested in going back to the guard room with me?"

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The guard room used as a command center was still filled with a mixture of smoke and blood, like a battlefield.

General Hammer was holding a stainless steel M1911 pistol in his hand, sitting against the wall with Major Buster's body in his arms, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, without blinking, as if he had lost his soul.

"Don't do anything stupid, General." Jack pointed the M16A4 in his hand at Hammer and walked slowly into the room.

Just when he and Mason behind him thought that the general had become a little demented due to the severe blow, Hammer had already come to his senses, and his firm face once again regained the serious expression unique to a soldier.

"Don't worry, I promised them that I will stay and take care of everything."

He pressed the magazine release button, and as the magazine slid out, he skillfully pulled the slide to eject the bullet from the chamber, then slowly stood up and threw the pistol to Jack.

"This was given to me by the president himself after the end of the Second Gulf War. Now it is your trophy. To be honest, I am surprised that you are not a 'Marun' or even a soldier."

Jack put the exquisite pistol into his waist, shook his head and didn't respond. He really didn't know what was good about being a "Marun". He had to use the worst equipment in all branches of the military and do the hardest work.

He didn't care whether the general lived or died, and I believed that most people in the Pentagon would rather he were dead.

The reason he came back was because Jack had no communication tools and needed to borrow the radio here.

Just as he was thinking hard about the radio knowledge he had learned during the training in Virginia Beach, trying to contact the joint operations center on the other side to tell them that all the hostages were safely rescued,

While tying up Hammer with a cable tie he found, Mason, who was looking out the window, suddenly said, "Jack, your friends may be in trouble."

Jack looked in the direction of the lighthouse in a daze, and saw that one of the two helicopters, the MH53 "Pave Low", parked not far from the dock, had already taken off, and the propeller of the other MH-60R Seahawk was also spinning at full speed, and it was about to take off.

However, the Pave Low did not fly at a low altitude as Jack expected, avoiding radar detection and fleeing to the open sea. Instead, it flew towards the lighthouse and began to fire at the lighthouse with its onboard machine guns.

Damn, these lunatics were still thinking about venting their anger before leaving. Jack cursed inwardly, but he was helpless.

There are two VX missiles on the lighthouse. If they are blown up, it will be a huge scene. No one on this Devil's Island will survive. With today's wind direction, the joint operations center built next to Fisherman's Wharf on the other side and the coastal areas may be affected.

Looking at the M16A4 with only a red dot scope in his hand, Jack gritted his teeth and rushed out of the guard room, running towards the metal stairs leading to the roof.

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Although the MH53 "Pave Low" is a transport helicopter, it is also equipped with a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun.

After it took off, it circled to the sea side of the cliff and began to fire continuously at the lighthouse. For a while, glass and rubble flew everywhere, and bullets occasionally ricocheted on the hard concrete wall, forming extremely dangerous ricochets.

Fortunately, the SEALs were not completely defenseless. Just as Jack rushed to the roof of the prison building, two wisps of white smoke cut through the air almost at the same time, and shoulder-fired Stinger missiles arrived in an instant.

The drone had previously delivered a total of two Stinger anti-aircraft missile launchers. After successfully climbing the cliff, the SEALs did not forget to use slings to bring them both up.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff.”

The "Pave Low" began to increase its altitude as soon as the warning radar sounded, and the decoy bombs were released almost at the same time as the two Stingers were launched.

One Stinger missed its target and exploded into a ball of fireworks in the decoy bomb, leaving a long trail, but the other Stinger still went straight to the target and exploded almost right next to the tail of the helicopter.

As the huge fuselage of the "Pave Low" spun and fell into the sea, before the seals in the lighthouse could catch their breath, a flash of fire appeared under the pylon of another MH-60R "Seahawk" that had just taken off, and a Hellfire flew straight towards the lighthouse.

With a huge explosion, the middle section of the lighthouse, which was about thirty or forty meters high, seemed to have been bitten sideways by a monster. A huge gap appeared in an instant, and it looked precarious.

"Da da da da da da."

Jack, who was about four or five hundred meters away from the Seahawk, almost pulled the trigger, but the weak power of the 5.56mm bullet could only create a few sparks on the thick armor of the fuselage.

The sudden attack obviously stunned the helicopter pilot, and he gave up his original plan to launch all the Hellfire missiles under the wings in one go.

After climbing slightly higher, the "Sea Hawk" turned around and soon spotted the villain on the roof in the distance who dared to shoot at it.

The 30mm machine gun under the cabin opened fire instantly, and the trajectory of the ballistic missile was like a whip of death wielded by the god of death, lashing straight towards Jack.

Throwing away the broken gun with an empty magazine, Jack did not retreat but jumped down from the rooftop of the prison building, which was nearly 20 meters high.

After landing, he used the force to roll over, avoiding the fragments of the wall behind him that were destroyed by the machine gun. He instantly used healing magic to repair his slightly fractured ankle. Jack staggered a few steps and then adjusted his pace.

Someone's heart was beating like a drum as he rushed into the wall on the other side of the building before the Sea Hawk adjusted its direction and opened fire again. This was probably the closest he had ever been to death since his rebirth.

Listening to the sound of the helicopter's propellers speeding past his head, Jack looked at the cliff in front of him and thought, does he have to force himself to jump off the cliff to make today's event complete?

Just as he squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky to find the trace of the helicopter, four straight white lines cut through the sky. The MH-60R "Sea Hawk" exploded into a fireball in the sky, and the wreckage slowly fell into the sea.

Then two F/A-18s came flying low over the sea with white sonic boom clouds. They were so low that they left two long shock waves on the light blue sea.

Only at this moment did a rumbling sound like thunder finally arrive.

The soles of Jack's military boots also left a trail of dust on the ground and stopped just at the edge of the cliff. A few small stones rustled and rolled into the sea.