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chapter 0171 part 1
Chapter 171: Highway Battle
German Men, carrying a rocket launcher, blew a black seven-seater Chevrolet into the sky with a single rocket, then directly discarded the empty army green rocket launcher in his hand.
He ripped off the clothes that were torn to shreds from transforming into a lizard person, drew a black Colt M1911 military pistol from his waist holster, racked the slide twice with a click-clack sound, chambering a round, and pulled the trigger on another black commercial vehicle.
"A broken handgun, shit! Who does he think he is, Rambo?!"
The Driver of the other black seven-seater commercial vehicle also quickly yanked the steering wheel when the rocket came, causing the entire vehicle to drift half a circle on the spot and drive directly off the Interstate Highway, but it successfully avoided the rocket's shockwave.
The dizzy Driver looked through the rearview mirror at German Men, who was bare-chested and walking towards them while shooting, and cursed angrily. He turned back and yelled at his Subordinates,
"Kill this son of a bitch, avenge Jeff!"
In the back seat of the seven-seater commercial vehicle, "3, 2, 1!"
Two FBI Special Agents placed their hands on the car door handles, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously performing tactical maneuvers and counting down silently. Inside, by the car doors, two Special Operations Soldiers wearing bulletproof vests and brown-green bulletproof helmets tightly gripped their M4A1 carbines with both hands, their calf muscles tense and slightly bent.
With the final countdown, the doors of the modified seven-seater commercial vehicle were simultaneously pulled open.
The two Special Agents leaped out of the vehicle, performing rolling tactical maneuvers while pulling the trigger towards the Interstate Highway.
"Puff puff puff—"
After a burst of wild spray fire, one Special Operations Soldier had just stabilized his body during a roll, kneeling on one knee. His eyes looked through the infrared scope, and his muzzle was aimed at the bare-chested Big man walking towards them.
His muzzle was aimed at the target's chest. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, "Bang bang—"
In his scope, the target raised the Colt M1911 in his hand at a speed that exceeded his imagination!
A .45 caliber bullet accurately shattered the M4A1's scope and pierced through his right eye. The two M4A1 carbines, equipped with silencers, only fired a few shots before being completely silenced by the two handgun shots.
"Fuck!"
The remaining FBI Special Agents looked through the car door at their Soldier lying in a pool of blood.
A Big man built like a brown bear, with a bushy beard, was so enraged that he grabbed an FN MK-48 light machine gun, leaning half his body out to perform fire suppression on the enemy.
"Bang!"
German Men's green vertical pupils blinked rapidly dozens of times in a second. Thanks to the sensitivity of the lizard's dynamic vision, the enemy's actions seemed like slow-motion playback to him.
The machine gunner, who was holding the machine gun and hadn't fully leaned out, was directly headshot by him.
Thud! The machine gunner, whose head exploded like a watermelon, fell out of the commercial vehicle along with his gun.
The FBI Agent sitting in the Driver's seat looked at his companion's shattered head through the rearview mirror, his gun-holding hand trembling slightly, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted the others.
"He's a top-tier Gunman! Don't move recklessly, prepare smoke grenades and flashbangs. He's only one person, we still have a chance!"
"Bang!"
As soon as the Driver finished speaking, a .45 caliber bullet arcing through the air directly penetrated the driver's seat glass, passing through one side of his temple.
The bullet entered one side of his temple, carrying red and white liquid, and shot out from the other side of his temple.
The modified high-power Colt handgun, after penetrating both temples of the Driver, did not lose kinetic energy and then pierced through the back of the head of another FBI Agent in the front passenger seat.
This Agent, who was checking the target's movements through the front passenger seat's rearview mirror, had the back of his head explode with a bang.
The entire windshield, Seats, of the seven-seater commercial vehicle were instantly smeared with red and white liquid...
An FBI Agent sitting behind the front passenger seat, who had just opened the car door, touched the bloody, viscous liquid on his face and screamed in collapse.
.........
His wrist shook rapidly, using Curved Shooting to take down two enemies. German Men lowered his muzzle, this time aiming at the seven-seater commercial vehicle's fuel tank.
Bang! Bang! Bang! After three shots, the modified fuel tank was directly blown up.
With a boom, the seven-seater commercial vehicle, like the previous one, instantly turned into a fireball.
.........
Click-clack, having finished off the enemies in the two vehicles, German Men changed the magazine in his handgun.
He calmly turned back and walked towards the Interstate Highway.
His strong, bare upper body had a D-shaped Golden Peace Medallion hanging on his chest, swaying left and right. A heart shape was carved in the center of the Gold medallion, and the corners had the Arabic numeral 8!
Perhaps to distinguish it, this 8 was inlaid with small carat rubies, shining brightly in the sunlight and particularly eye-catching.
............
Bang bang bang...
On the Interstate Highway, Phil Coulson was lying behind a tire, occasionally reaching out his arm and firing his handgun towards the front.
The enemy's firepower was too dense, and their marksmanship was exceptionally accurate.
After a few rounds of exchange, the DEA's armed escort police were almost wiped out.
The armed police and FBI field agents from Albuquerque he used for the ambush also suffered heavy casualties.
"Officer, their firepower is too fierce, and they're all equipped with heavy bulletproof vests. They came prepared! Let's retreat!"
A Police Chief from Albuquerque, holding a riot gun, retreated miserably to Phil Coulson's side and yelled at him.
Phil Coulson gave him a deep look, "Police Chief, it's not a matter of whether we retreat now. Look at their relentless pursuit; do they look like they're going to let us go?!"
At this moment, relying on their fierce firepower, several Gunmen from the Siberian Training Camp had already hijacked the prisoner transport vehicle carrying the prisoners.
Two Gunmen carried Gustavo Fring down from the prisoner transport vehicle and put him in a vehicle behind them, while the others showed no intention of stopping.
Relying on their powerful firepower, they suppressed the FBI Agents and Federal Police while pushing forward.
"Beep beep!"
Phil Coulson took out his mobile phone, looked at the red dot flashing on the screen, and asked the Police Chief beside him, "How long until reinforcements arrive!"
"We've contacted the Albuquerque SWAT Team. They'll be coming by armed helicopter, but they need us to hold out for at least twenty minutes!"
Just as the Police Chief was about to poke his head out, a bullet grazed his helmet. If Phil Coulson hadn't quickly pulled him back, that shot would have headshot him directly.
"I don't think we can last ten minutes!"
The Police Chief collapsed onto the Ground in fright, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and complained to Phil Coulson.
"Don't worry, Police Chief, you'll go home safe," Phil Coulson said, adjusting the earpiece on his ear.
"Everyone, throw all your smoke grenades out, create a smoke barrier, hold on, our reinforcements will be here soon!"
After giving the Order, Phil Coulson reached into the open car door, pulled out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and swung his arm with all his might, throwing it into the distance.
Chapter 171: Highway Battle
German Men, carrying a rocket launcher, blew a black seven-seater Chevrolet into the sky with a single rocket, then directly discarded the empty army green rocket launcher in his hand.
He ripped off the clothes that were torn to shreds from transforming into a lizard person, drew a black Colt M1911 military pistol from his waist holster, racked the slide twice with a click-clack sound, chambering a round, and pulled the trigger on another black commercial vehicle.
"A broken handgun, shit! Who does he think he is, Rambo?!"
The Driver of the other black seven-seater commercial vehicle also quickly yanked the steering wheel when the rocket came, causing the entire vehicle to drift half a circle on the spot and drive directly off the Interstate Highway, but it successfully avoided the rocket's shockwave.
The dizzy Driver looked through the rearview mirror at German Men, who was bare-chested and walking towards them while shooting, and cursed angrily. He turned back and yelled at his Subordinates,
"Kill this son of a bitch, avenge Jeff!"
In the back seat of the seven-seater commercial vehicle, "3, 2, 1!"
Two FBI Special Agents placed their hands on the car door handles, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously performing tactical maneuvers and counting down silently. Inside, by the car doors, two Special Operations Soldiers wearing bulletproof vests and brown-green bulletproof helmets tightly gripped their M4A1 carbines with both hands, their calf muscles tense and slightly bent.
With the final countdown, the doors of the modified seven-seater commercial vehicle were simultaneously pulled open.
The two Special Agents leaped out of the vehicle, performing rolling tactical maneuvers while pulling the trigger towards the Interstate Highway.
"Puff puff puff—"
After a burst of wild spray fire, one Special Operations Soldier had just stabilized his body during a roll, kneeling on one knee. His eyes looked through the infrared scope, and his muzzle was aimed at the bare-chested Big man walking towards them.
His muzzle was aimed at the target's chest. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, "Bang bang—"
In his scope, the target raised the Colt M1911 in his hand at a speed that exceeded his imagination!
A .45 caliber bullet accurately shattered the M4A1's scope and pierced through his right eye. The two M4A1 carbines, equipped with silencers, only fired a few shots before being completely silenced by the two handgun shots.
"Fuck!"
The remaining FBI Special Agents looked through the car door at their Soldier lying in a pool of blood.
A Big man built like a brown bear, with a bushy beard, was so enraged that he grabbed an FN MK-48 light machine gun, leaning half his body out to perform fire suppression on the enemy.
"Bang!"
German Men's green vertical pupils blinked rapidly dozens of times in a second. Thanks to the sensitivity of the lizard's dynamic vision, the enemy's actions seemed like slow-motion playback to him.
The machine gunner, who was holding the machine gun and hadn't fully leaned out, was directly headshot by him.
Thud! The machine gunner, whose head exploded like a watermelon, fell out of the commercial vehicle along with his gun.
The FBI Agent sitting in the Driver's seat looked at his companion's shattered head through the rearview mirror, his gun-holding hand trembling slightly, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted the others.
"He's a top-tier Gunman! Don't move recklessly, prepare smoke grenades and flashbangs. He's only one person, we still have a chance!"
"Bang!"
As soon as the Driver finished speaking, a .45 caliber bullet arcing through the air directly penetrated the driver's seat glass, passing through one side of his temple.
The bullet entered one side of his temple, carrying red and white liquid, and shot out from the other side of his temple.
The modified high-power Colt handgun, after penetrating both temples of the Driver, did not lose kinetic energy and then pierced through the back of the head of another FBI Agent in the front passenger seat.
This Agent, who was checking the target's movements through the front passenger seat's rearview mirror, had the back of his head explode with a bang.
The entire windshield, Seats, of the seven-seater commercial vehicle were instantly smeared with red and white liquid...
An FBI Agent sitting behind the front passenger seat, who had just opened the car door, touched the bloody, viscous liquid on his face and screamed in collapse.
.........
His wrist shook rapidly, using Curved Shooting to take down two enemies. German Men lowered his muzzle, this time aiming at the seven-seater commercial vehicle's fuel tank.
Bang! Bang! Bang! After three shots, the modified fuel tank was directly blown up.
With a boom, the seven-seater commercial vehicle, like the previous one, instantly turned into a fireball.
.........
Click-clack, having finished off the enemies in the two vehicles, German Men changed the magazine in his handgun.
He calmly turned back and walked towards the Interstate Highway.
His strong, bare upper body had a D-shaped Golden Peace Medallion hanging on his chest, swaying left and right. A heart shape was carved in the center of the Gold medallion, and the corners had the Arabic numeral 8!
Perhaps to distinguish it, this 8 was inlaid with small carat rubies, shining brightly in the sunlight and particularly eye-catching.
............
Bang bang bang...
On the Interstate Highway, Phil Coulson was lying behind a tire, occasionally reaching out his arm and firing his handgun towards the front.
The enemy's firepower was too dense, and their marksmanship was exceptionally accurate.
After a few rounds of exchange, the DEA's armed escort police were almost wiped out.
The armed police and FBI field agents from Albuquerque he used for the ambush also suffered heavy casualties.
"Officer, their firepower is too fierce, and they're all equipped with heavy bulletproof vests. They came prepared! Let's retreat!"
A Police Chief from Albuquerque, holding a riot gun, retreated miserably to Phil Coulson's side and yelled at him.
Phil Coulson gave him a deep look, "Police Chief, it's not a matter of whether we retreat now. Look at their relentless pursuit; do they look like they're going to let us go?!"
At this moment, relying on their fierce firepower, several Gunmen from the Siberian Training Camp had already hijacked the prisoner transport vehicle carrying the prisoners.
Two Gunmen carried Gustavo Fring down from the prisoner transport vehicle and put him in a vehicle behind them, while the others showed no intention of stopping.
Relying on their powerful firepower, they suppressed the FBI Agents and Federal Police while pushing forward.
"Beep beep!"
Phil Coulson took out his mobile phone, looked at the red dot flashing on the screen, and asked the Police Chief beside him, "How long until reinforcements arrive!"
"We've contacted the Albuquerque SWAT Team. They'll be coming by armed helicopter, but they need us to hold out for at least twenty minutes!"
Just as the Police Chief was about to poke his head out, a bullet grazed his helmet. If Phil Coulson hadn't quickly pulled him back, that shot would have headshot him directly.
"I don't think we can last ten minutes!"
The Police Chief collapsed onto the Ground in fright, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and complained to Phil Coulson.
"Don't worry, Police Chief, you'll go home safe," Phil Coulson said, adjusting the earpiece on his ear.
"Everyone, throw all your smoke grenades out, create a smoke barrier, hold on, our reinforcements will be here soon!"
After giving the Order, Phil Coulson reached into the open car door, pulled out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and swung his arm with all his might, throwing it into the distance.
