Chapter 477 Preemptive Strike

All four lanes were tightly blocked, and the vehicles in the remaining three lanes were moving forward at a pace of five to six meters every one or two minutes. Only the lane where the six Saberbans of the action team were located seemed to be blocked. Welded to the road, 5 minutes passed without any movement.

A gust of wind and sand blew up, carrying away the trash and advertising paper that had been discarded by people on the roadside, making Jack's mind wander a little. At this time, if he whistled the song "Titole", it would really feel like a big Western plutocrat.

I have the impression that there is a classic map in "Call of Duty 19" called Santacina Crossing Point, and the scene inside is almost a replica of the scene in front of me.

The area between the border crossing points of both sides is currently a gray area in international law, a bit similar to the high seas. Strictly speaking, neither the U.S. nor the Mexican police have law enforcement rights here.

This is why Matt said before that the other party would take action at the border. The border in his mouth refers to this area.

The broken car was definitely not a coincidence. Everyone knew this, but reality is not a game. In the game, there will not be a few innocent civilians in every car.

Once the situation gets out of control and there is a firefight between the two sides, God knows how many people will fall to stray bullets.

So the best way now is to identify the attackers in advance and control them first, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

While Jack was thinking this, he carefully observed every car around him, especially those closed trucks whose interiors could not be seen clearly, and cars full of people, and then further observed whether the people in the cars had any obvious features.

There is no specific range of distinctive features. All people with tattoos, nervous expressions, and those who may be carrying weapons are within the scope of suspicion.

Jack had worked as a patrol officer for a while, and this was considered his area of ​​expertise.

An F150 that had been converted into a camper slowly came forward, still covered with black film. Jack couldn't help but feel moved, but when he saw two bearded Texas cowboys in the cab, he stopped paying attention.

At this time, even Jane picked up the Noveske N4 that had been placed at her feet for alert. After helping Jack clean the gun last night, this one was temporarily hers to use, including the unmarked body armor and inserts she was wearing at this time. They are all high-end goods provided by Jack.

"Second lane on the left, Red Impala, my ten o'clock direction." Jack's eyes lit up and he had found the target.

These guys are a bit unscrupulous. There are four fierce-looking guys in this car. They are all Latinos. Some have short hair and some are simply bald. They are not good people at first glance.

Of course Jack doesn't judge people by their appearance. He is actually the skinny monkey in the passenger seat, with tattoos all over his body and bald head. His features are so obvious that he looks like a typical gangster.

"Roger, repeat, the two red Impalas on the left." came the reply from Matt's partner Michael, who was sitting in the car behind, on the headset.

Jack pressed the button and lowered the four windows. Although the bulletproof glass could block bullets, it also meant that his side could not fight back. Now he had to strike first, so he had to be prepared in advance.

"Three lanes to the left, seven o'clock direction, green Civic." Delta in another car also announced.

With a "click", Alejandro opened the telescopic butt of the M5A3 submachine gun in his hand, lowered the seat slightly, turned sideways and pointed the muzzle of the silencer-equipped gun out the window.

"Gun!" He reported his findings concisely and concisely.

"There's a gun, there's a gun on the left!" Matt repeated loudly.

"What are the rules of engagement?" Delta asked on the channel.

"We can only take action if they take action." Matt replied.

"Request to get out of the car to investigate!" someone else said.

"Stay in the car and you can do whatever the other person does. Only when the other person gets out of the car can you get out of the car."

After hearing Matt's answer, Jack directly pulled the handbrake, put HK417 on his lap, held the gun in his right hand, and rested his left hand on the door handle.

Now that the cards have been revealed, everyone has displayed their weapons, clearly sending a deterrent signal. We have discovered you.

A yellow Texas Shepherd barked in a pickup truck near the end of the convoy, seemingly aware of the tense atmosphere.

However, I don’t know whether I should say that these killers are fearless or too stupid. The skinny monkey covered with tattoos stared in the direction of the motorcade and subconsciously opened the car door with one hand.

"Get out of the car!" At the same time, Matt ordered.

"Follow me." When Jack said these words to Jane, he quickly opened the car door, picked up the HK417, and pointed the gun at the red Impala. His steps were not large, but his speed was extremely fast. Starting from his shoulders, Not a trace of shaking was seen.

Although this team had never practiced coordination, whether they were action agents like Matt and Michael, or well-trained Deltas, they consciously formed an L-shaped formation, effectively avoiding crossovers. Firepower.

The method in the movie of being surrounded from all sides, as if all teammates have taken damage avoidance, is impossible to appear in reality.

At this time, the killers made a fatal mistake. They moved too slowly and hesitated. When Jack and the other team members got close to the position three or four meters in front of the car, and the muzzles of their guns almost touched the tips of their noses, all except the thin one Monkey and others even just opened the car door and didn't have time to get out of the car.

"Don't move! Calm down! Calm down!" Jack spoke loudly in Spanish, but his tone was like coaxing a child to soothe the other person's emotions. He looked around with his peripheral vision. Another green Civic was also surrounded by Delta team members. The killer didn't even have time to open the car door.

"Calm down! Calm down! Put down the gun!" Matt appeared on his right, also shouting in Spanish.

Sweat flowed down from the thin monkey's forehead and into his eyes, irritating him so much that he kept blinking. The right hand holding a Sig Sauer P226 DAK pistol twitched nervously as if spasming.

These guys were definitely on drugs before going out. Jack turned on the speed switch and adjusted HK417 to fully automatic mode.

At the same time, Matt was still making a last-ditch effort in Spanish, "Don't move! Put down your weapons! Do you want to die?"

The thin monkey looked around hesitantly, and saw that the car of his accomplices behind him was also surrounded, with a look of despair on his face. Jack's finger was already on the trigger, ready to go.

"Tap-tat-tat" The moment the opponent raised his gun, Jack pulled the trigger.

The G28 in Matt's hand and Alejandro's M5A3 also opened fire at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the three killers in the red Impala were all killed without firing a shot, including the driver who was not holding a weapon.

The four killers in another green Civic shuddered when the gunfire rang out, but they did not dare to move under the guns of Michael and Delta.

Jack thought Michael would force the opponent to throw the weapon and the matter would be over. Unexpectedly, he deliberately moved the muzzle of the gun. The Delta members around him also made alternate cover and retreat movements, and one even turned sideways.

They are dead, Jack thought to himself, and sure enough, seeing the gun pointed at him, they all moved away, and the killer in the car pulled the door, trying to take him by surprise.

However, in the next second, the muzzle moved back again, and several assault rifles fired at the same time.

The gun battle is so difficult to write, 嘤嘤嘤~~~