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

Jack never thought that he would one day use such a brutal weapon in his own home, just as he never thought that someone would use an RPG to blow up his home.

When three rockets burst into his bedroom, Jack had already jumped down from the stairs on the second floor, picked up Emily, who had just wrapped a towel and walked out of the bathroom, and was still confused, and got into the basement. .

The previous clang was when Jack came out of the basement again and threw an ammunition box weighing more than 25 kilograms on the floor. Inside was 2,000 rounds of 7NATO bullets. These were all the bullets that Chris had left for him with the gun.

The rate of fire of the M134 is adjustable from 2,000 rounds per minute to 6,000 rounds per minute. Jack adjusted the motor speed to 3,000 rounds per minute, which means that 50 rounds of bullets are poured out per second.

The next step is just a mathematical question, asking, how long can twelve elite soldiers wearing full sets of armor and level 3 boards last in front of a machine gun with a rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute?

The answer is two seconds. Jack only took two seconds. As if the recoil did not exist, the muzzle of the gun lightly drew a 40-degree fan shape in front of him. The twelve flesh and blood bodies turned into Twelve piles of rotten meat.

Riem spent five years of hard work and countless carefully trained soldiers, but he didn't even have time to fire a single shot.

It took Jack less than 10 seconds to slowly scan back and forth twice to confirm that each of them could get a fair share of hundreds of bullets. Then he dragged the long bullet chain and walked out of the door with satisfaction.

Wearing only flip-flops, his bare feet kicked open the hot bullet casings on the ground. Gatling Bodhisattva, uh, no, it was Jack standing on the front lawn of the house with flesh and blood everywhere. The M134's motor drove the six barrels and was still spinning rapidly. , the muzzle of the gun seemed to be pointed slowly but quickly at the three vans in the open space in the distance.

Leaning against the front of the first car, Riem, who was still in a daze, suddenly rolled his throat twice and let out a wail that was either crying or laughing. He got down on all fours and rolled and crawled in an attempt to escape from the open space.

The next second, the ear-piercing scream echoed through the night sky again.

A yellow-green trajectory as straight as a laser, accompanied by the roar of firing, cut through the bodies of three cars. The tracer bullets mixed in the ammunition chain instantly ignited the fuel tank, and the leaked gasoline flowed freely on the ground with flames. .

Feeling the hot air wave coming from behind, Riem fell to the ground in embarrassment, watching the fatal line of fire getting closer and closer to him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" He screamed miserably, as if he had seen himself being torn apart bit by bit by this terrifying metal jet.

The roaring sound suddenly stopped, only 2,000 rounds of bullets were fired, and the duration of the firepower was not even as good as most men's first time. The surroundings returned to calm, and only the motor drove the barrel to rotate, making a "high, high, high" sound.

Riem looked back at the road less than ten centimeters away from the soles of his feet. The cement there had been shattered by bullets. He moved his calf carefully, as if he couldn't believe that he was miraculously unscathed.

"Ah ha ha ha ha!" The nearly fifty-year-old guy just felt that he had never been so lucky in his life. He climbed up from the ground and ran towards the distance regardless of the awkward feeling of his wet pants sticking to his inner thighs.

As long as he is alive, there is still a chance. If the person is gone, he can be recruited and trained again. If the RPG cannot kill this monster, he can also devise other plans.

When he was a teenager, he followed his elder brother Doyle through life and death in Northern Ireland. He had experienced ups and downs for most of his life. He had never experienced anything. This was just a small setback.

"Bang!" Along with the gunshot, a bullet shot through Riem's ​​left leg. The old guy screamed and rolled and fell to the road. At the same time, police lights flashed in the distance, and the sound of sirens gradually faded away. and near.

Emily, who was half-crouching next to Jack, put away her HK417 and stood up. She awkwardly lifted the towel that was about to fall off her body, and immediately met a joking look.

"Nice figure." Jack blew a rogue whistle, took off the cigar from his ear, held it against the red barrel of the M134, took two hard puffs, and then blew out a smoke ring.

He has wanted to install this B for a long time, but unfortunately he has never had the chance. This M134 is 100% illegal. It has never been fired since it was put in the basement.

By the way, why didn't I realize that Sister Emily was so resourceful before? She hurried out of the basement with HK417 in her hand, ran to his side, squatted down, took aim and shot, and she was able to keep her bath towel on.

"Yours is not bad, you can't tell it at ordinary times." Emily slapped his chest, and actually squeezed it with unsatisfied intention. Tsk, Angela's behavior was the same as before, which cost him his car and house. He said that he was still greedy for his body.

"Sorry, I'll take care of, uh, your house."

Emily looked back at the two-story building and couldn't help but feel guilty. Jack had worked as a free bodyguard for her for three months. He was almost shot before and his car was smashed. Now even the house was destroyed. It is impossible to say that she has no idea of ​​​​committing herself to each other.

But this is just an idea. My good sister Jiejie has fallen into it. No matter from a rational or emotional point of view, she can't do anything to repay kindness with enmity.

Jack shrugged indifferently. He was not angry because of the injustice.

When we first discussed with Rossi that he would be responsible for protecting Emily's safety, we were mentally prepared, but we didn't expect that these guys would be so crazy that they bombarded his house with an RPG.

Jack had already been thinking about who to ask for this debt.

As for whether he had any other ideas, he had never had that kind of thought at all. He didn't even want to mess with the beautiful news host who was given away for free, let alone the eldest sister Emily who had been his partner for so long.

"Squeak!" A Dodge Charger painted as an LAPD police car dragged a long brake mark, narrowly avoiding Riem who fell to the ground, drifting almost out of control, and crashed into the front yard of Jack's house. on the fence.

Jack's eyes twitched slightly as he watched the wooden fence that was already riddled with holes slowly fall down. This was too dramatic. Sure enough, the appearance of these two people would lead to a sudden change in the painting style.

"Bump!" The doors on both sides of the car were kicked open at the same time. Tim and John, who looked nervous, jumped out of the car and jumped in front of them.

"Are you okay?" they said in unison, but before they could finish their words, the kitchen on the first floor that was originally just a spark of fire suddenly exploded behind Jack, with air waves gushing out, startling everyone.

"Something's wrong now." Jack rolled his eyes angrily and walked to the other side of the road with his slippers in hand, avoiding the rolling heat wave. His heart seemed to be colder than the temperature on this winter night.

Originally it might just need renovation, but now it's completely hopeless, so prepare to rebuild.