The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

After walking out of the bathroom wearing big underpants, Jack stood in front of the window of his bedroom on the second floor and lit a cigar. Emily had threatened him before and not allowed him to wander shirtless in the living room downstairs. There was no one in his bedroom. Say it.

He was happily smoking a cigarette and replaying the previous battle in his mind, when he saw three vans driving slowly on the road leading to his home in the distance.

The three cars were lined up in a queue. They were traveling very slowly and without turning on the lights. Jack felt something in his heart and had an unpleasant premonition. He knew that the nearest house to his home was also a hundred meters away. It was obvious that he was coming to his home.

He jumped to the door in two steps, turned off the lights in the room, picked up a bathrobe and put it on, and shouted to Emily who was still taking a bath in the bathroom downstairs, "Emily, you Better get dressed now."

Then he returned to the window, raised his visual perception to the highest level, looked sideways from the window, and at the same time picked up the mobile phone on the table with one hand. After hesitating for half a second, he called Tim.

"Dude, can you send a police cruiser over to check, I might have some uninvited guests at my house."

Tim on the other side of the phone immediately became energetic when he heard this, "Were you followed when you went back?"

Jack watched three vans stop in an open space 70 to 80 meters away from his home. He had already opened the door and curled his lips in disdain. Was he that careless?

"How is it possible? Someone checked my LAPD file through hacking methods before, and they should have obtained my address from it."

"OK, I'm just about to get off work and come here with John. Don't be too harsh. The patrols have seen enough corpses today."

Tim's tone on the phone was very relaxed, and he didn't mean to worry about Jack at all. Just kidding, although this guy has no reputation outside, he has long become a legend in their circle.

Besides, he looked at the small arsenal in Jack's basement and slowly accumulated it bit by bit from scratch.

Tim had joked with John privately that even if the entire Wilshire Police Department was mobilized, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat Jack who was prepared.

Even the SWAT team of the LAPD must rely on special armored vehicles to be sure of victory. Of course, the price to pay is another matter.

Jack watched a person get out of the first car, raised a huge telescope in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but frowned. This was because he was prepared.

You must know that although military night vision devices are rare on the black market, large civilian telescopes with night vision functions are not difficult to obtain. This move of the other party basically means that their current position has been exposed.

He simply did not dodge, holding a cigarette in his mouth, standing directly in front of the window, and raised his middle finger towards the person who was observing his house.

Sure enough, the guy immediately put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and seemed to say something behind him, and then waved his hand. More than ten people got out of the three vans, and then pointed at the small building.

The next second, Jack's eyes widened and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"RPG! Call all SWAT!"

He yelled at the phone, threw it away and ran away. What did he see? The dozen or so people who got off the bus were not only fully armed, but three of them were carrying thick and long tubes on their shoulders.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The silent night sky was broken by three sharp howls that sounded almost simultaneously. The distance of seventy or eighty meters passed in an instant, followed by a loud noise.

"boom!"

The second floor of the small building was directly blasted. Broken glass and various debris, accompanied by fire, shot out from the windows with large holes.

A few seconds later, three more uneven trajectories passed between the open space where the attacker was and Jack's small building, and penetrated into the floor-to-ceiling windows and the front door of the first floor, blazing again.

The explosion even disturbed vehicles parked on the roadside hundreds of meters away. For a while, distant car sirens rang out one after another, ringing through the night sky.

"Dog, dog!" the leader urged a few times. The militants behind him bent down and held assault rifles. They were divided into four groups, each group of three people, in a standard tactical alert posture, facing the beaten people. The small building was riddled with holes.

The distance of 70 or 80 meters is neither far nor close. Under normal circumstances, any athlete who has received basic training can run within 12 seconds on the 100-meter distance.

The four groups of armed men were still very cautious and took turns to cover each other in small groups. It took them nearly two minutes to reach the steps outside the porch of the small building.

The leader was Doyle's most loyal subordinate, Liam. He watched his 12 subordinates arrive at the steps of the small building's porch. He leaned against the front of the car quite comfortably and lit a cigarette for himself. Then he took a deep sip.

This group of people was a great gift he had prepared for his respected boss Doyle over the years. After training for five years, he raided a high-security prison in Zuclan in the first battle, rescued his boss, and No one is harmed, and the whole body escapes.

Originally, there were 16 such elites in total, but tonight, in an inexplicable encounter, our own side, which had the upper hand, was killed by a young FBI with no hair on his head, and with the cooperation of that stinky cousin, they were killed in one fell swoop. 4 of them,

Moreover, it also caused him and his boss to run away in embarrassment. How could Riem swallow this breath?

This time, not only did he want to kill the FBI who had caused him disgrace, but he also wanted to take back that stinky cousin. If his boss planned this or that, it would be better for him to do it directly.

Anyway, the escape route has been arranged, and if we arrest someone tonight, we can sneak back to Mexico.

When the first group of armed men came to the broken door of the small building, the power inside was completely cut off, there were no lights, and there were only some sporadic flames burning on the ground, emitting a negligible light.

The person at the front carefully stepped on the steps with one foot, and his thick-soled military boots made a slight crackling sound when he stepped on the glass shards on the floor.

He listened carefully, and the room was quiet. Except for the occasional crackling sound, he did not hear any groans when someone was injured.

This person was close to the crumbling door frame and did not dare to lean in. Instead, while observing the situation in the room, he bent his elbows, pointed his forearms vertically to the ground, forming an L shape with his shoulders, closed his fingers tightly, and swung from behind to the front, signaling the team members to move forward. Push forward.

The two teammates behind him turned on their tactical flashlights at the same time, picked up their assault rifles and prepared to enter the house, but just as they stepped onto the steps.

There was a sudden clang in the house, as if some metal object had fallen to the floor, followed by an ominous buzzing sound, which was lower than the sound of a chainsaw, but more terrifying.

"I haven't paid off the fucking loan for this house yet! Ah! Ah!"

As a roar like a mad tiger came, a thin line as straight as a laser suddenly pierced the darkness, and the ear-piercing scream tore through the night sky, turning everything in sight into a bloody hell.

"Click!" Riem stuck it on his lips, and the cigarette he had just smoked fell to the ground. He looked at the small building not far away, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Fuck you all!!!" Jack threw on his burnt-smelling nightgown, revealing his bare chest. The muscles in his arms swelled, and he held an M134 "Mysterious Vulcan Cannon" firmly. Dragging a long bullet chain behind him, he appeared at the door of the small building.

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