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

Almost at the same time that Jack broke in, Clay from the back door also broke open the back door of the small building under the cover of a Marshals Service detective.

They didn't have Barrett's cover or assistance to break down the door. Clay directly used door-breaking explosives to blow open the first rusty iron security door. Then a Marshal's Bureau detective skillfully used door-breaking bombs to knock down the second door. Door lock of wooden door.

The layout of this three-story building is very simple. The front and rear doors are connected by a main corridor. On one side of the main corridor are stairs leading to the second and third floors.

In addition, there is a secondary corridor that intersects with the main corridor perpendicularly, forming a cross shape. At the four corners of the cross are two adjacent large rooms, which are very regular like two-thirds of a nine-square grid. The design of this room type In all likelihood, the teacher has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After Clay entered the door, he happened to meet Jack face to face. At this time, Jack shot and killed another gunman. The gunman was hiding at the stairwell of the second floor and was about to shoot his head.

What greeted him was a short shot, and the body with bleeding neck rolled down the stairs until it reached Jack's feet before he stepped on it.

"Hold here." Jack waved to Jie Jie, who had moved to the end of the team, and motioned for her to hold one side of the sub-corridor. He then arranged for the old bailiff and his teammates to squat at the entrance of the stairs, and finally made a gesture to Clay.

Aubrey and Jubal separated with a tacit understanding, followed each other, and cleaned the rooms on both sides along the secondary corridor. Their number was limited and they were unable to clean room by room safely.

Because according to the usual characteristics of cheap wooden houses in the United States, except for a few load-bearing columns, there are almost no load-bearing walls. Those rooms separated by thin wooden boards can be penetrated with one shot and cannot be lifted at all. The effect of cover.

Therefore, Jack was shocked almost the whole time. What he bullied was that the other party was not professional enough. The fighting ability of this group of Latino drug traffickers who grew up in the country was not even a little bit worse than their Mexican counterparts.

"Bang!" A shot of shot blasted a big hole in the thin door panel. Aubrey, who was squatting by the door, blocked the flying sawdust with one hand and threw a blast bomb into the hole without raising his head.

After a loud noise, two screams were heard from inside the house. Jack flew up and kicked a hole in the wall next to the door, and kicked the gunman hiding behind the wall out.

Aubrey followed and kicked the door into the house. The MDX508 in his hand made a few soft noises, killing the idiot who had let go of the shotgun. Then he pointed the gun at another woman who was hiding in the corner shivering with her hands raised.

The smell of blood was stronger than the smell of gunpowder in this room. There was a big hole under the window facing the street. Next to the big hole lay a corpse with mutilated shoulders. Blood flowed all over the floor. This was Hannah's previous Barrett. masterpiece.

"Safety!"

"Security on the first floor!"

After handcuffing the woman hiding in the corner, the two returned to the corridor. On the other side, Clay and Jubal also finished cleaning up at a similar speed.

Gunshots were heard from time to time on the stairs leading to the first floor. The old bailiff Samuels and his teammates used two assault rifles to keep a close eye on the place, so that the gunmen on the second floor did not dare to show their faces at all.

Jack had no intention of rushing to the second floor. Even if there were detonators to clear the way, he would easily encounter love around the corner. Although both he and Clay were wearing "Interceptor" bulletproof vests with fairly comprehensive protection, they could easily get into trouble at close range. The feeling of being hit by a shotgun blast was also unpleasant.

The two returned to the front of the house. At this time, the front of the small building had been completely suppressed by Hannah's single shot. No one dared to shoot outside randomly anymore.

Jack looked up and chose a window on the second floor that was pleasing to the eye, stood under the window and did a half-squat, crossed his hands and grasped his forearms, and nodded towards Clay.

Clay threw away the Noveske N4 on his back to reduce the weight, pinched another detonator and threw it into the window above his head. After a loud bang, he stepped on Jack's arm and used the force to get up.

This is a homemade trick they had figured out in previous training, and was inspired by the firefighter training videos Jack saw in his previous life.

In the video, two firefighters can help each other climb a five- or six-story building with their bare hands at extremely fast speeds as long as they cooperate tacitly.

They don't have to go to this extent, but as long as they can quickly get to the second floor in a similar way, it can work wonders in some situations.

However, after the drill, it was discovered that only Jack and Clay could cooperate to complete this tactical action, because Clay's weight including the weight of the equipment exceeded 250 pounds. Only Jack could easily perform this kind of arm lift and send him away. A high level of movement.

Clinging to the window on the second floor, Clay climbed over the window sill with agility that was incompatible with his burly figure. After a few soft noises accompanied by screams, he leaned out of the window again and reached out his hand toward the downstairs.

Jack jumped up easily with almost no start-up, grabbed Clay's right arm, and the two of them worked together, just like they had practiced dozens of times before, and successfully completed the coordination to go upstairs.

There was no suspense next. The two cooperated tacitly and cleared the rooms and corridors on one side of the second floor at an extremely fast speed. After ensuring the safety of the stairwell, the rest of the people waiting below also climbed up to the second floor.

Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly and the last room on the second floor would be cleared soon, an accident happened.

A Mercedes-Benz G-type off-road vehicle suddenly jumped out of the alley near the back door of the small building. With the screeching sound of brakes, someone in the car pointed a submachine gun at the judicial police officer who was staying at the back door of the small building. .

Fortunately, the Marshal's Bureau agent reacted quickly enough and escaped by crawling into the house. However, almost at the same time, Clay had already prepared a shock bomb at the door of the room on the second floor and was ready to go. , suddenly heard the sound of windows breaking in the room.

Without any hesitation, Clay put the shock bomb in his hand back into his pocket, then took a half step back, followed Jack's previous behavior, crashed through the wooden wall from the corridor and rushed into the last room, just in time to see Maldonado. He was grabbing the window sill and jumping down.

"Puff!" Clay rushed to the window sill without looking back, and shot a gunman hiding by the door who was looking at him dumbfounded with a backhand shot.

By the time he rushed to the window, Maldonado had jumped onto an old sofa in the backyard. After overturning the sofa, he rolled on the ground and was staggering to get up, just in time with the DEA who was hiding next to the trash can not far away. Agent Gerson comes face to face.

The two subconsciously raised their guns at the same time, but neither of them fired. Clay, who saw this scene from the second-floor window, roared angrily and was about to raise his gun to shoot, but was pulled away from the window by Jack who followed him in. Then a series of submachine gun bullets hit the window, causing sawdust to fly everywhere.

When the gunfire stopped, the two men leaned out of the window with their guns raised at the same time, only to see the taillights of the black Mercedes-Benz G flashing away.

"Put down the gun, you son of a bitch!"

"Don't move! Get down on the ground!"

The muzzles of the two men turned at the same time, aiming at Agent Gelson who was frozen in place.