On the other side of the city, ten minutes ago, was the small "White House".
John took Peter and others to the place Yu Zhiqian called the White House.
"There are six guards at the door, and there are patrols in the yard. Old Lake, how is your marksmanship?"
"I've been a spotter before!"
"OK, you go find a higher point to cover us!"
"no problem!"
After receiving the order, Old Lake slowly stepped back and moved toward the taller building behind him. John Pietraman and others, after checking the weapons and ammunition, parked the car at the White House for about two or three days. A hundred meters away, waiting for Old Lake to take his place.
Two minutes later, Old Lake's voice came from the headset: "I am already in position and can provide support at any time!"
"receive!"
After John finished speaking, he patted Peter on the shoulder. Peter immediately started the vehicle and drove towards the gate. When the guard at the gate saw a car approaching, he immediately stared at the vehicle. The speed of the vehicle was not very fast.
The guards looked at the approaching vehicles and put their hands on the triggers, but did not take action first. The entrance to the manor was a road, and vehicles often passed by. However, when cars passed by, these guards were a little more focused.
When Peter drove the car and came to the gate, he did not stop, but continued to move forward. As the car drove forward, the guards also relaxed their vigilance, took their fingers off the trigger, and some turned their heads directly. Continue chatting with your companions.
After Peter saw this situation through the rearview mirror, he slammed on the brakes. John and Subayev opened the doors on both sides almost at the same time, and pointed their silencer-equipped pistols at the six people at the door. The guard fired.
The fastest reaction of the six guards was just when they touched the weapon hanging on their chest again. Before they could remember to pull the trigger, they were shot and fell to the ground. John kept walking forward while shooting.
After all six men fell down, he quickly pressed the latch, and the empty magazine fell out, and a new magazine was instantly inserted. After the bullet was reloaded, each of the six guards was shot in the head.
Peter backed up the car and blocked the entrance, then walked down with his weapon and looked at Darla: "Don't be stunned, throw the body into the car!"
"Ah good!"
It was the first time Dara saw John and others fighting. She hadn't reacted yet. She felt her scalp was numb. If she were one of these guards, she would have been cold by now. When Peter said it, she immediately lifted the body from the ground. Thrown into the car.
John and others picked up the weapons of the black people and threw them into the car. Standing on both sides of the large iron gate, Peter checked the situation inside through the gap in the iron gate: "There are still people patrolling in the yard. I haven’t heard any movement here for the moment, and it looks like I’m going to rush over directly, and there’s no way I can reach downstairs!”
"Okay, wait a minute Subayev, you and I are responsible for the enemy on the left, Lamanpeter and Dara are responsible for the right, and the enemy on the front is left to you Lake!"
"Received, there are two people standing guard at the front gate, but they are chatting now!"
In the high-rise building opposite the White House, a black family was knocked unconscious by Lake and thrown to the ground. Lake was observing the White House from the window with a gun in hand.
"I'll leave those two to you. I'll count to three. You shoot and kill a random person to attract the black man's attention. We'll rush in!"
"good!"
"one!"
"two!"
"three!"
"call out!"
When John counted to three, Lake pulled the trigger and shot the head of a guard who was chatting. The other person who was chatting with the guard saw his companion's head explode and blood flowed out.
A mixture of yellow and white stuff was sprayed on his face, which was still warm, and he froze in place.
When he reacted, he touched his face, looked at his dead companion beside him, and shouted: "Sniper!"
After hearing the cry, the other guards immediately picked up their weapons and quickly surrounded his position, but Lake moved the muzzle of the gun to the head of another black man and pulled the trigger.
The bullet once again shot through the guy's head, and he fell limply to the ground. The other black people also discovered Lake's location and immediately yelled: "Kill him on the third floor opposite!"
Some black people immediately raised their guns and fired at Lake's position on the third floor. Two other black people quickly rushed into the White House, wanting to remind their boss, Gaza, that there were snipers around.
"Rush over and surround him!"
A black man who looked like an officer was hiding behind a rock and yelling, while holding a pistol and shooting at Old Lake's position. It didn't matter where the bullets flew. Shooting with faith depends on faith.
After receiving the order, the guards in the yard immediately ran towards the gate. During this period, Lake did not continue shooting, which made the black men a little bolder. At this moment, the gate was suddenly opened.
This group of guards thought it was the guards at the gate who had opened the door and still rushed forward. But at this time, Peter, John and others rushed in, firing AKMs at the unsuspecting group of guards.
In an instant, at least seven or eight guards fell to the ground. John, Peter and others were shooting and rushing towards the White House. The guards who were still alive on both sides could only lie down next to the bodies of their living companions on the ground, facing John and waiting.
Person position shot.
Lake finally found an opportunity to shoot again, killing a guard who rushed out of the White House gate with two shots, and then shot and killed a black man who was standing at the window observing the situation, constantly providing cover for John and others.
"Dara, direct suppressive fire towards the nine o'clock direction!"
After John emptied his magazine, he yelled at Darla. After Darla heard it, she pointed her RPD in the direction John said and pulled the trigger. Her strong arms allowed Darla to shoot even while standing.
Still very stable.
"Fire suppression requires rhythm, rhythm. It's not just for you to hit randomly and hit three points in a row!" Old Raman shot a guard's head off with one shot and said to Dara without looking back. As a veteran soldier,
You can listen to the sound of gunshots to identify what kind of weapon it is, as well as the rhythm of shooting, etc.
"yes!"
After hearing Old Raman's words, Dara's nervousness suddenly eased and he started shooting at the same pace as before at the training ground.
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
The three-point connection continuously suppressed the guards in the distance, preventing them from shooting, and also allowed John Peter and others to successfully rush to the door of the Little White House.
