Chapter 821 Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky

After sending messages to Jack last night, Jane and the people from the Marshals Service had been secretly monitoring the drug gang's distribution point, which was a three-story building in the suburbs.

Just now, a blue Honda Fit car that matched the description drove directly into the backyard of the small building. Although the bailiff in charge of surveillance could not confirm the identity of the person who got out of the car due to the angle, but everyone knew how it could be that A coincidence.

The old black bailiff Samuels planned to have one of his subordinates disguised as a courier come to the door to check the truth. As a result, the courier truck was fired upon by automatic weapons as soon as it stopped at the door. Fortunately, the disguised agent reacted quickly enough and kicked Only after accelerating the car did he escape with dozens of bullet holes in the body.

Finally, the bailiffs were prepared in advance this time. At least they had all their assault rifles. Six of them plus Jane blocked the front and back doors of the small building. However, they were unable to attack because the number of gunmen inside might be More than twice as much as they did.

"You didn't notify the Philadelphia SWAT in advance?" Jack was a little confused. Are all these bailiffs so stunned? You suffered a loss once in Charlotte and you still don’t remember it?

The Marshals Service actually has two tactical units of its own, the Special Operations Group (USMS-SOG) and the Special Response Team (Special Response Team) USMS-SRT.

However, the USMS-SOG base is located at Camp Bregard, Louisiana, and needs to be deployed in advance. Unlike the FBI's SWAT team, which is distributed in various field offices and can be mobilized at any time.

Except for one in Washington, D.C., the USMS-SRT is mainly distributed in several southern states. The scale is also relatively small and can basically be ignored.

Therefore, the Marshals Service mainly relies on local law enforcement when it travels, and often cooperates with the FBI.

Probably because she had experienced a lot with Jack before, even though she was in a hail of bullets, Jane's voice still sounded very calm, "Notice, Philadelphia SWAT is dealing with a sudden explosion in the north, and it will take at least an hour to arrive.

I think it would be better to call the FBI Philadelphia field office and call for SWAT reinforcements than to come directly to you. "

"Hang on, we'll be there in ten minutes."

I have to say that Jane's little flattery is still very useful. At this time, a small convoy consisting of two GMCs and a command car slowly stopped on the side of the road. Jack left the driving seat and put on his clothes with the help of Jiejie. Bulletproof vest.

Jubal, Hannah, and Jiejie in the command vehicle were all fully armed and were stuffing magazines into their tactical pockets. "Give the command vehicle to Alice. I have informed the Philadelphia field office that the SWAT team will have a maximum of 20 minutes." You’ll be there soon.”

Sheriff Roland, who was drowsily asleep, woke up suddenly and couldn't help but be speechless when he saw the scene in front of him, "What happened? Are you going to fight?"

"We may have found Maldonado's whereabouts. From now on, this car will be the temporary command center. Please help coordinate the state police and Philadelphia police to block surrounding roads."

Jack said as he opened the door of the command vehicle. Clay drove a GMC in the convoy, and Aubrey drove another one behind the command vehicle.

Now two GMCs stopped side by side in front. The two drivers had got out of the car. Clay quickly put on a bulletproof vest for himself and was helping Aubrey tighten the straps.

"I'm going to work with you too." Agent Gelson, who put on a bulletproof vest with the word DEA on it, said with an impassioned expression.

"OK, you follow Agent Spencer (Clay)." Jack did not refuse, he was still waiting for this guy to show his fox tail.

Jack asked Jane Banner to be a foreign aid, including cooperating with people from the Marshals Service. None of this was hidden from his teammates. Everyone just tacitly agreed to keep it secret in daily communication.

He shared the intelligence and news sent by Jane to everyone in a timely manner through his mobile phone, of course after removing some conversations that could easily lead to imagination.

The two GMCs turned on their police lights and sped away with long sirens. At the same time, the command vehicle that remained on the spot had deployed its side skids on both sides, and the mast behind it was slowly rising.

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"Da da da da da da." The water tank in the front of a police car was directly exploded, and the hood bounced up high, turning into a piece of broken iron sheet riddled with holes. Two injured Philadelphia Police Department patrol officers were lying on the car. He didn't dare to raise his head at all on the ground behind him.

Philadelphia is one of the oldest and most historic cities in the Union. As the place where the Declaration of Independence was signed and the capital before the establishment of Washington, DC, it also condenses the most "beautiful" parts of this country.

The three-story building surrounded by a marshal team is located on the border between two slums in West and North Philadelphia, just four blocks from Kensington Avenue, the famous "Zombie City".

Under normal circumstances, these patrol police will never enter this neighborhood easily, because here, the subway and stations have long been closed, and all schools and churches have been moved away.

The post office, hospital, and hundreds of original businesses have long since disappeared, leaving only the "health centers" (legal injection drug addicts) that provide so-called "life assistance" to addicts.

But at this moment, those drug addicts who stumbled on the streets all day also chose to stay away from here. After all, they had not really become zombies and would subconsciously avoid bullets flying everywhere.

Jane Banner leaned against the front tire of a Saab, holding an M4A1 carbine, and occasionally turned around and raised his head to shoot a short burst at the windows on the opposite side that kept spitting gunfire.

It has been less than 10 minutes since the exchange of fire, and both sides have fired thousands of bullets. If it weren't for the fact that Marshal Samuels and his men all had military backgrounds, and two of them were specially transferred from USMS-SOG and were well-trained, they would probably have collapsed long ago.

In this time, the Philadelphia Police Department has arrived in a total of three patrol cars, four police officers died and three were injured, and the remaining police car was parked at the corner of the street, and was so scared that it didn't dare to move forward.

The old black Marshal Samuels emptied the magazine in his hand at the small building in one breath, and the wood chips flew everywhere, but he had no way to deal with the drug dealers who didn't even show their heads and held up submachine guns and fully automatic assault rifles to shoot at the outside.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just an inconspicuous wooden building. The outer wall, especially the windows, are randomly nailed with iron sheets and wooden boards. It looks shabby and fits the environment around this slum unexpectedly. In fact, it has been strengthened inside and outside. The 5.56mm NATO standard caliber rifle bullet can't penetrate it at all.

"When will the FBI reinforcements you mentioned arrive?" The old marshal Samuels retracted his head and changed a new magazine, shouting at Jane who was seven or eight meters away from him.

"Jack said it won't take more than ten minutes at most." Jane also answered loudly, and moved herself to a new position.

The old marshal Samuels touched the magazine on his body, and a trace of sorrow appeared on his wrinkled old face. He originally thought that he could show his face before the FBI this time, but he kicked the iron plate.

"Tell them that if they don't arrive within 5 minutes, they will wait for us to collect their bodies!" The old guy threw his beloved white cowboy hat on the ground viciously. Just as he was about to stick his head out to shoot again, he was hit by a volley of bullets and shrank back again.

"Bang!" A dull and powerful gunshot shocked the whole audience. The M16 modified with a striker stock, which was placed on the small window of the attic and fired continuously outside, and was the biggest threat to everyone, suddenly stopped making any sound.

A fist-sized hole was directly opened on the wall under the window. Unfortunately, it was daytime now, otherwise everyone present would probably be able to see the light coming through the hole.

"Bang!" Another gunshot, another big hole appeared on the outer wall of the small building, and the corresponding window also went silent.

Old bailiff Samuels and Jane looked back at the direction where the gunshot came from almost at the same time, and saw a small section of Barrett's thick barrel sticking out of the attic of a family across the street, with a wisp of green smoke coming out.

"They're coming!" Jane shouted excitedly, but a familiar voice came from her side, "I heard someone is calling for reinforcements?"

Jane turned her head and saw Jack bending over, holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle and rushing to her side.