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

Chapter 239 The hero in the bullet

Jack volunteered to come and harass this group of armed men. This was not a decision made on the head.

First of all, look at the terrain. Palaang is said to be a town, but in fact it is not as big as a village in Sailis. It is built along the coast.

Moreover, the road leads directly to the center of the town from the north, that is to say, near the northern entrance of the town, you can clearly see the square in the center of the town, and the distance between the two points is less than two kilometers.

Coincidentally, the Barrett M107A1 in his hand has an effective range of just two kilometers against lightly armored units and has sufficient ammunition.

Secondly, looking at psychology, Radulan Shahiron, the leader of the "Abu Sayyaf" organization on Jolo Island, has already regarded these foreigners who were forced to land on the island because of a plane crash in the abandoned mine as stuff in the bag.

Although the vanguard he sent was hit head-on, and his confidant general was killed, but those who fled back also allowed him to obtain enough information.

The opponents he faced seemed elite, but they were limited in number and lacked heavy weapons and sustained firepower (Shebek never exposed machine gun fire).

Radulan Shaxilon's idea is easy to guess. There are more than 20 foreigners hiding in this abandoned mine, which is the income of tens of millions of Dao Le.

As long as we gather enough men, boost morale, and rely on the cover of the jungle, we can surround this place even if we can't attack it.

We have more than ten times the strength of our troops. The advantage lies with me and there is no possibility of losing.

Therefore, according to Jack's estimation, no matter how cunning the old guy was, he would never have imagined that he would dare to take the initiative. He would go directly to his lair twenty kilometers away and launch a sneak attack without any sense of martial ethics.

Sure enough, when the green-skinned modified Nissan pickup arrived outside Palang Town, the sentry on the watchtower at the town's entrance didn't notice it, thinking it was his own people.

"Stop, right here."

Hearing Jack's order, Gaspare let go of the accelerator, slammed the steering wheel and pulled up the handbrake at the same time. The rear of the car was suddenly thrown out, kicking up a burst of violent dust, and the entire pickup truck turned 180 degrees on the spot and came to a steady stop.

"Don't turn off the engine." Jack warned worriedly, his legs stretched out from the car window, his hands grabbed the edge of the car window, and he climbed onto the roof as nimbly as a monkey.

"Wow, Jackie Chan?" Gaspare couldn't help but exclaimed, watching him jump into the trunk from the roof of the car, take out Barrett from the box, and put it on the machine gun rack.

In this world, the furthest distance to kill with a sniper rifle is 3450 meters, and the second and third are both about 2400 meters. There is a certain amount of luck involved, and accurate calculations are required, taking into account wind speed and gravity. , ballistics and many other factors.

Jack doesn't need these. First of all, he has skill assistance. Secondly, he uses an anti-material sniper rifle. The focus is not on sniping, but on anti-material.

"Oh!"

The sentinel who was killed by Jack's first shot was less than 50 meters away from the pickup truck. One second he was still looking at the sudden convulsion pickup suspiciously, and the next second his whole head was blown away.

A corpse with only a neck attached to the mandible fell heavily from a 10-meter-high wooden watchtower.

"Boom. Boom."

Continuous roar sounded.

The one-armed old man who was speaking could not be seen from Jack's current position, but in the 10x Unertl scope, the gathered crowd was clearly visible.

Unfortunately, because it shoots from high to low, the 12.7x99mm nato bullet will penetrate directly into the ground after penetrating two or three fragile human bodies.

But this is enough. Although his sniper rifle skills have not reached the top level, Jack does not need to be too precise. He just needs to send enough bullets into the crowd as quickly as possible.

The obviously overpowered large-caliber bullets set off a bloodbath in the small square. Many people didn't know what happened, and were killed by the bullets penetrating from their companions.

In fact, if you replace it with an M2 heavy machine gun now, due to the recoil and distance, the killing efficiency may not be as good as the Barrett in Jack's hands now.

He knocked out two ten-round magazines in less than 15 seconds, and the militants in the town still didn't realize where the attackers launched the attack.

At this time, the central square of the town was filled with blood and rain, with limbs flying in the air everywhere, blood spurting out, and even fragments of human tissues and organs.

Looking down from a high altitude, the ground of the square is like a colorful canvas, which was suddenly splashed with red-based ink, and then continued to smear on the canvas like an invisible paintbrush.

The area of ​​the canvas that has not been stained with ink is heavily stroked by this invisible brush, one stroke after another, to outline a radial red pattern, as gorgeous as fireworks, and as if it is the first release of a virgin boy.

"Crack."

Jack inserted the sixth magazine and gave himself a healing spell. At this moment, the people in the square finally realized that they were fleeing from this place of death.

After reloading one magazine, he replaced the second type of bullet he brought with him, and took a short rest. Given his current physique, it was too much for him to endure the recoil from the anti-material sniper rifle continuously. .

The reason for this is that the Barrett M107A1 was not welded to the machine gun mount, and it could not use the machine gun mount to reduce recoil like the M2 heavy machine gun. They did not have this material, nor did they need it.

Half of his body was ejected from the cab. Gaspare, who was already dumbfounded, knew this very well, because Jack was in a standard sniper shooting posture when he fired, and the butt of the gun was firmly pressed against his shoulder.

It's not that Gaspare has never used this kind of .50 caliber heavy sniper, but if he was asked to shoot at the rate of fire just now, he guessed that his collarbone would never agree.

"Are you okay, why don't you drive instead?"

From such a long distance, Gaspare couldn't see the results of Jack's battle, but judging by the reaction in the town as if it exploded, it is estimated that he will soon enter the chase.

"It's okay, just wait and drive your car."

Jack twisted his neck, made two crisp clicks, and pointed the gun at the first pickup truck that sprang out of the town.

"Oh!"

An armor-piercing incendiary bomb with a green tip painted in a white circle hit the front of the car, and then flames burst out at the engine.

"Tsk, it missed." Jack smacked his lips regretfully.

He was heading for the cab. This kind of NAMMONM140MP multi-purpose bullet originating from Norway can penetrate armor, explode and burn in an instant. It is a hero among bullets.

After the U.S. military adopted it, it was given a new number, Raufoss Mk.211 API. It has an excellent damage effect on lightly armored targets. Its combustion performance is aviation kerosene JP-8. It only needs to hit a 2 mm thick steel plate to produce 20 fragments. .

I’m really not good at writing battle scenes. If you think it’s still not passionate enough, then just give it a try. I’m so tired of writing it. Uh-huh-huh...