Chapter 234 Gunshots at the Smith House

"Sorry, dear, sorry..."

The sharp look on Jenny's face instantly turned into guilt, and John was beaten to pieces, and his mind was still a little unclear.

He didn't expect things to turn out like this, and when did Jenny become so powerful.

"You? How did you fall on your back?"

John was lying on the ground and couldn't get up

"It was taught by the women's self-defense course I signed up for. I have always been the first. When I was suddenly attacked just now, I subconsciously used it. I didn't expect... I'm sorry, I really didn't know it was you...

…”

Jenny is worried and funny at the same time. The funny thing is that John is really miserable when he is lying on the ground. The worried thing is that she is afraid that John will doubt her identity. If she takes a closer look, the secret will definitely be exposed. After all, she has not really signed up for any women's self-defense course.<

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"Oh dear, I'm sorry. Does it still hurt? I'll rub it for you, hahaha..."

Jenny held back her smile and apologized, but it was too difficult to hold back. John felt that he was very embarrassed, even though he was facing her, he was knocked down by his wife in a sneak attack.

I am an elite killer, this is too embarrassing.

My heart moved, and I subconsciously said the line I hate the most: "Monster"

Several households turned off their lights one after another, leaving only the street lights and Tang Juchen's house with lights on.

Under the sofa, under the floor, next to the refrigerator, on the dining table, on the dining chairs, on the stairs leading to the seventh floor, their clothes were scattered everywhere...

The first person to issue the warning was Swager on the roof. My field of vision was the worst, and I spotted the FBI car shortly after it retreated into the area.

Seeing that everything was ready, the commander who was a little further away stretched out eight fingers to end the countdown:

The FBI has a total of 56 such teams, among which the ones in 12 cities are strengthened SWAT teams, and the one in Los Angeles is one of them.

What the FBI came over was a car and an assault vehicle. The car was not in any other shape, but the "FBI" logo was printed on the bottom of the assault vehicle.

The two teams put on their night vision goggles and were ready to go. At the nearby electrical box, an FBI agent had not taken out the pliers yet, and made an "OK" gesture, just waiting for the commander's order to move in.

Will cut off the power.

The one who just finished complaining about the FBI is reliable, the FBI is here.

"No one is coming..."

"It's for now. The FBI should be here soon. Just wait and see what happens."

Just as he was thinking about how to regain his face, John suddenly felt a change in his body.

He glanced at Jenny, he clearly hurt his back and butt, but where was this goblin rubbing it?

Jack's heart is actually full of bad curiosity, and that sense of unknown makes me very happy. I want to fuck him for that feeling of being controlled.

Jack frowned. I looked at the clock under the wall. It was not even eight in the morning. The other party was still asleep? Or maybe the other party had gone to bed long ago and just had the habit of turning off the lights.

……

"Baby, admit defeat~~"

There are FBI branches deployed in every small city in the United States. As long as there is no FBI regional office, there is no FBI·SWAT tactical team.

Eight...

I haven't looked at the efficiency of the FBI yet. I called Silver around 11 o'clock, but now it's been nearly seven hours since I called him, and the FBI is still here, so I know something went wrong.

The two sides gathered together before setting off in large groups, avoiding the range of street lights and approaching Tang Juchen's home in the shadow of the trees.

The car at the back stopped, two FBI agents got in, and ended up putting on their equipment in the trunk.

The assault vehicle next to it stopped, and as the tailgate opened, FBI SWAT officers without white hoods got on the car one after another.

……

SWAT moved very slowly. When the two FBI agents finished dressing up, SWAT had not yet formed its formation and was ready to go.

At that time, the two finally realized that their partner might also be a special person.

After several rounds of small battles, the Smiths returned to the stairs.

Sonny stayed in the room next to Natasha all night, hiding in front of the bed and observing the situation at Tang Juchen's house, with an MP5 player standing on the window sill.

Seven...

Two cars stopped 50 meters away from Smith's house, both with their headlights on.

Compared with the police's SWAT, the FBI's SWAT is limited to extremely vicious criminals and not yet crazy terrorists. Our training direction is also more inclined to urban anti-terrorism.

The battle started without warning, and the FBI lost one person before they even met the enemy.

The seven people who were fighting fiercely suddenly seemed to petrify him and stopped moving. Then the seven people stood up together. John twisted a stair column, and the side panel of a stair suddenly popped open, revealing the thunder outside.

Minton.

John was obviously weak but still holding on, but today Jenny was uncharacteristically, looking like a big wild cat who was submissive to discipline, meowing "meow", obviously being tortured to death, but she was not spitting

.

John was at the end of his rope and was about to find some reason to admit defeat when the gramophone suddenly played music and the electric oven suddenly made a "ding" sound.

Time goes back one minute

Just before the countdown, screw it, there was a sudden "boom", and inside the door, the SWAT members who were preparing to break in with the hammer suddenly flew out.

The so-called weakened SWAT is not actually better-equipped, more tolerant in personnel selection, and lower-level training than other SWAT teams. Rumor has it that the lowest-level hostage rescue team often even works with SEAL Team 8

Training together with Tire1 level special forces like Bajiazhou.

Bang bang~~

The other party begged for mercy with a coquettish smile. It was obviously a beg for mercy, but it sounded like seduction. John remembered the adjective used in a fairy tale about Eastern Buddhist scriptures that he watched two days ago, that goblin.

The seven couples fired at the same time and noticed each other at the same time.

One...

He turned over suddenly and neatly, pressing Jenny under him.

The two of them fought fiercely for several rounds, and both sides were surprisingly tenacious. There were traces of our battle everywhere outside the house.

It’s something that happened in that life, and it’s something we always talk about.

Outside the Smith's house, the two sides who were fighting fiercely knew that our behavior had caused trouble to the neighbors. Even if they knew, I'm afraid we wouldn't care about it.

Boom~~

And Jenny also pressed a button on the decorative painting under the wall. The decorative painting had no mechanism, and the decorative painting popped open. Jenny took out a Beretta 92F from the outside.

Looking at the way the other person is holding back his laughter, it’s definitely intentional.

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

SWAT's speed was very slow, and it took a while to arrive far away from Smith's house. One brigade was on the left side of the small door, and the other brigade crossed the small door and ambush on the right side.

The rhythm was disrupted, and the commander immediately issued an order for a weak attack. The team members on both sides of the door threw a flash bomb and retreated into the room. With a loud bang, the window glass on all seven sides was blown to pieces.

The two people who got out of the car were obviously just FBI agents. We were in charge of that case, but SWAT was responsible for the hands-on part, and the specific command was also completed by SWAT's battlefield commander.
Chapter completed!