At the door of the store, a frightened woman wanted to run away in panic, but with the density of bullets outside, she would probably be hit before she could run very far. The lesson learned was lying on the ground.
Owen yelled, and the woman was stunned for a moment before being dragged back by other people in the store.
"Bang bang bang bang"
The drug dealer who was injured by Owen before was very brave. He was lying on the ground and tried to attack. However, Owen shot him in the head. He lay on the ground and never moved.
After killing this guy, Owen quickly put a new magazine on himself. He had already emptied one magazine while killing people and rescuing people, and now only the last one was left.
"Use my..."
The dea at his feet said weakly, and pointed to the bullet belt on his chest with his eyes. Owen looked at his gun, and luckily, the other party also used P226. In the United States, the police are equipped with the most Glock 17, and the special forces have the most Glock 17s.
, FBI, DEA and these special violent agencies prefer to equip the more expensive P226, so the magazines of the two can be used interchangeably.
While observing the situation on the other side, Owen reached out and quickly took out three spare magazines and put them on himself.
In fact, what he needs more now is a body armor, but unfortunately there is no spare one on site.
"Da da da~~~"
A string of Uzi bullets sent rocks flying around, and the guy who had just been scared back by Owen came back. Maybe he thought this was the fastest way to leave, or maybe he thought the people in the store could help him leave.
of chips.
Uzi's bullets were flying everywhere. Owen didn't dare to show his head, so he could only rely on the direction of the bullets to stretch out his gun and shoot blindly. There was no way he would let that guy come over and endanger Amanda's safety. If he didn't have a body armor, he would have killed him long ago.
Guy.
"There is an explosion-proof shield under the stall..."
Dea spoke again, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier if you had this thing? You let me get beaten here in vain."
Owen complained a few words, then lay down behind the tree and looked around. He quickly found the location of the explosion shield. Just like he said, it was under the stall. This guy was unlucky enough. He probably didn't have time to pull out the shield.
Knocked down by random gunshots.
It's just that he is still some distance away from there. This distance can be said to be the death distance, and he can't rush over at all. Owen looked at DEA, pulled off his communication headset and put it on himself.
"Father George, can you hear me?"
Since Father George is one of the partners, he should also be one of the commanders.
Sure enough, I heard Father George shouting through the communicator: "Owen, I'm here..."
"Let your people help me suppress the other side. I need to go to that stall..."
"No problem, suppression will start in 10 seconds..."
Owen listened to Father George's orders to the others over the communicator, and silently replaced himself with a new magazine.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Violent gunfire rang out, Owen waited for another second, and then rushed out.
The suppression was successful, and almost no bullets were fired at him at that moment. Owen ran two steps quickly, and when he was about to reach the place, he slipped and slid towards the stall.
"Da da da~~~~"
The drug dealers who reacted were chasing Owen, but they were never close.
"Puff puff puff~~~~"
Owen disappeared under the stall, and the bullets plowed the stall. There was no movement under the stall. Time seemed to have stopped. No one believed that Owen was dead.
In an instant, the injured DEA was looking there, the peeking Amanda was looking there, behind the command car, Father George was looking there, the covering police officers were looking there, and the drug dealers who were shooting were also looking there.
There, these people's eyes were full of hope or resentment, but without exception, they all looked at the stall that was already in a mess...
The next second, a figure suddenly stood up, and the familiar figure returned to people's sight. Irving rushed forward with a blast shield and fired at the same time. The previous stillness was long gone and turned into a fast-paced killing.
"Papa~~"
Owen blasted the guy's head with two shots, then huddled his whole body behind the explosion-proof shield, and rushed forward with the explosion-proof shield on his head. The bullets fired from the bullets jingled against the shield, making a messy sound, but no matter what
No matter what, he couldn't penetrate the solid barrier in front of Owen.
"Puff~~Puff~~"
There were several continuous sounds of bullets entering flesh, and people kept falling to the ground in front of Irving. This was not caused by Irving, but by the DEA and the police who saw Irving opening up the situation and cooperated to attack together.
The drug dealers were suppressed back, and the commandos from other directions also cooperated with the shields and slowly approached. Several nearby cars either had their engines damaged or their tires punctured. The drug dealers could not leave quickly and could only huddle together, their
Space is being continuously compressed.
There are always crazy shouts accompanied by gunshots that make a crisp sound on the bulletproof shield. The drug dealers have nowhere to escape, and their behavior is even more hysterical. But it is of no use except paying their lives and knocking some marks on the bulletproof shield.
It's not that no one has thought of Irving. After all, there is a bulletproof shield in other directions, followed by several assaulters, but there is only one person here in Irving.
But the price they paid was bloody. More people died in this direction than in any other direction. Owen's shooting skills were extremely accurate. It was obviously a pistol, but the effect was like a sniper rifle. The gun was useless.
Every shot is sure to hit, and now the drug dealers would rather face firepower several times that of Irving from other directions than confront Irving...
Owen emptied a magazine and replaced it with a new one with one hand. He was short of ammunition and was in no hurry to advance. He just needed to hold on to this direction and prevent them from leaving.
The casualties in other directions gradually increased, and finally someone panicked and decided to take a gamble. The guy chose to break out from Irving, shooting and running towards here quickly.
Owen was not in a hurry. He huddled behind the bulletproof shield and let the bullets jingle on it. Owen took his time and watched the opponent getting closer and closer through the one-foot-square observation mirror.
A bullet hit the bulletproof glass of the observation window, but it only left a white mark. The guy kept pulling the trigger nervously, and when he ran more than 20 meters in front of Irving, the bullet missed.
How could Irving let go of this opportunity? Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, he shot him twice to see God.
The body suddenly jumped while running, slid on the ground for several meters, and then became motionless.
…
"Bang bang...bang..."
The battle soon came to an end. DEA and the policemen holding M4s surrounded the surviving drug dealers. There were more than twenty drug dealers at the beginning, but at this time there were less than five people alive.
The few remaining people looked at the dark gun muzzles around them and finally surrendered. After being disarmed by the DEAs, they were all escorted into the car.
"Owen, good job. Your performance just now is really amazing. It seems that you have learned a lot at CTU. The boss of DEA also asked me, who is that guy? I told him that he was my former subordinate.
,Hahaha……"
Father George walked over in a flak-proof vest and looked indescribably proud. He gave Owen a hug as soon as he came up.
Owen also hugged his father affectionately, but found that he was stained with blood.
"Dad, are you injured?"
Owen was startled and quickly asked with concern. He had not had a father since he was a child, and Father George was equivalent to half a father in his life.
"It's nothing, that's not my blood, it's the drug dealer's..."
His father spoke so arrogantly that Owen breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that his father, the deputy commander, would personally participate in the battle, and he still loved being on the front line as before.
Irving was about to say something when a man in a suit wearing a bulletproof vest came over, stretched out his hand and said: "I am David Cooper from DEA..."
Owen also immediately stretched out his hand: "CTU, Steve Owen, it's just a coincidence that I brought my sister to the neighborhood to buy something..."
"Thanks to you today, these guys, I didn't expect their firepower to be so strong. In addition, I need to trouble you to go to the police station, you know..."
Owen nodded to express his understanding. He was also a police officer, so naturally he knew that such a big thing had happened and he couldn't just let him go, even if he was a CTU.
Seeing Owen saying that it was no problem, David Cooper left. Owen could only helplessly shrug at Amanda and Ken who followed behind him, saying that there was nothing he could do.
The two little girls behind them looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. It seemed that the planned trip to Hawaii was going to be ruined...