Both Omega and GRS kept firing. The number of enemies was several times theirs. The other side was also firing back, but the hit rate was much worse in the dark. Not to mention hitting, not many were hit nearby.
Swagger moved his eyepiece away from the butcher and began to look for other targets. This guy was such a thief that he had been hiding since the fight started.
Snapped
With a crisp gunshot, an RPG shooter was killed. The RPG he was about to launch was hit at his feet, taking him and the people around him with him. On the other side, Fred was also searching the scene quickly, and every time he saw one
RPG shooters simply put them down.
Orange-red light flashed back and forth in the darkness, which was the trajectory of the bullet.
Without the interference of RPG, the defending side can be said to have an advantage. They are equipped with night vision equipment and are condescending. It can be said that enemies fall under their guns every minute, but the damage caused to them by the enemies is very limited.
Owen fired steadily, and the red line flying out from his muzzle kept drilling into the enemy's body. In this case, there was no need to open the bullet time, just keep shooting.
Ela was finally able to have fun. She stayed with Owen and couldn't eat enough every time. This time she could have a good fight. She shot down a rioter with one click. Ela then adjusted the muzzle of the gun and used it as a laser.
When the line appeared on the other person's chest, she decisively pulled the trigger. Blood spurted from the other person's chest and he fell to the ground on the spot.
After quickly emptying a magazine, Ela retracted the bunker and reloaded. She glanced sideways at Owen, who saw that the floor was covered with bullet casings at Owen's feet.
On the side, the ghost team is also constantly firing, bursting fire, changing to the next target, bursting again, changing targets again...
Everyone is repeating these simple actions mechanically, killing has become instinctive, and those enemies falling under their guns will not have any emotional impact on them.
Pa~pa~pa~
Fred shot three consecutive shots to kill the enemies on three high-rise buildings. Bayev's machine gun would sometimes provide fire support here. This place is condescending and can easily suppress the intelligence station below, so the competition between the two sides has always been fierce.
of a point.
The enemies in the front row fell one by one, and the Omega side even gave up the habit of replenishing their guns. There were too many enemies. In the first wave of attacks, the enemies invested a large amount of troops.
The pressure on GRS is not small. Chris is a sniper. His function is basically the same as the other two, which is to give priority to shooting RPG shooters. In the absence of a machine gun deck, RPG is the weapon that poses the greatest threat to them.
Others are different from Omega. Most of them are equipped with M249 machine guns. It's not that Omega doesn't want to equip them, but the number of machine guns here is limited, so Omega people basically use assault rifles. Only Bayev, who is good at machine guns, can equip them.
Sent one.
"Baev, I need help..."
Fred screamed for support. The number of enemies upstairs increased dramatically, and he could no longer keep up. Once those guys were allowed to form suppressive fire, everyone on the roof would be in trouble.
"coming……"
Bayev turned the muzzle of the M249, put the tripod on the ground, and then the familiar melody sounded. A guy who had just set up the RPG was swept down, and his body fell from the building. The rest of the people were also shot. Just now
The place that was still filled with enemies suddenly turned into a hell of Shura.
As time went by, the enemy's marksmanship became more and more accurate, and the bunkers where everyone was located were hit one after another, causing earth and rocks to fly.
Owen and his men would change positions after fighting for a while to avoid being targeted by the opponent. His marksmanship was still sharp, and someone would definitely die under his gun every time he fired, but the enemy still didn't care.
Papa~papa~papa~
The guys closest to him were killed one by one by Owen. Owen glanced at the surrounding situation and went to support that side if the pressure was greater. His rate of fire was very fast, and his killing efficiency was several times that of others, so
He has the least pressure in this direction.
"Your ammunition..."
Behind him, a guy wearing a helmet and body armor climbed up from the ladder and threw a box of wrapped ammunition on the ground. There were several standard magazines inside.
This man is from the CIA. Although he cannot shoot, he can transport ammunition. The task Ted assigned him is to transport ammunition from the weapons depot to Omega and GRS. At this moment, he is still carrying two
Special ammunition boxes for machine guns, 200 rounds each.
Below, something sounded from the loudspeaker in the distance. The rioters below seemed to have heard the charge, and they all changed their hiding posture and launched a desperate charge.
Everyone's ammunition began to be consumed rapidly, and the gunshots on Owen's side basically never stopped. A magazine was quickly emptied, and a new one was replaced, and it was quickly emptied again.
The ammunition just sent was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ela shook her body and she was shot. But it was only a shake. They were wearing the highest strength body armor, and the bullet was blocked.
After asking Ela and saying it was okay, Owen ignored her and continued shooting. The enemies in front fell one by one and were quickly cleared. Owen began to move the battlefield to support the ghost and GRS. Soon, the ghost and GRS were also eliminated.
The enemy in front of me, when the last enemy fell, the battlefield suddenly became quiet.
"Ammunition, ammunition, we need a lot of ammunition..."
Ted shouted on the intercom channel, and the barrel of the gun was emitting smoke under the high temperature. Several male CIA employees immediately rushed between the two buildings and the weapons depot, and a steady stream of ammunition was delivered.
, organize, classify...
The first wave of attacks was repelled by them, and the enemy got nothing except corpses on the ground. However, Shabaitian has informed that the enemies are gathering, and the second wave of attacks will start at any time, and the second wave will definitely
More violent than the first wave.
"The president granted a pardon, the president granted a pardon..."
Silly Baitian's excited voice suddenly sounded in the headset, and everyone was stunned at first, and then ecstatic.
Shabaitian has been monitoring the situation of drones and the news in the United States. Just now, the president issued an amnesty order for Jack Bauer and Bob Lee Swagger. Although there was no
A press conference was held, but it still caused quite a stir.
Although the president has the power to pardon, he usually only uses it before he is confirmed to leave office. The power of using pardon has a great impact on the president. No one will use it when there is only one year left like David Palmer.
And the target also includes the controversial Bob Lee Swagger.
The media wanted the president to give an explanation, but the White House refused to hold a press conference.
"Make sure it's true..."
Owen was also a little excited. Everyone in Omega looked at Swag excitedly, which meant that Swag could finally live in the sun with his true identity. However, Owen still wanted to be cautious and let Becky confirm again.
But I remember that the Mission: Impossible team's favorite thing is to create fake scenes to deceive information, and there is no guarantee that David Palmer will not do this.
"Really, it's confirmed. All the major TV stations are broadcasting it, and international news is also broadcasting it. This cannot be false..."
After a while, the news was confirmed. The news was reported by a large number of domestic and foreign media and it could not be false. Everyone was congratulating Swager, and Swager also had a smile on his face.