America’s Big Hero

M16A2: Reloaded on November 20, 1983, full gun length 100.6 cm, caliber 5.56×45mm, 6 rifling, theoretical rate of fire 700~900, effective range 600M, muzzle velocity 945m/s, magazine capacity 20/30 rounds .

"Da Da Da" "Da Da Da"

Adjusted to the three-shot mode, Sean aimed at the human body not far in front and pulled the trigger directly. In the dark night, there was no blood splashing, only the human body was shaken and fell to the ground.

Kill one, immediately turn the muzzle to the next target and start shooting.

There were more than 20 people on both sides of the battle, all using submachine guns. The gunfire on the battlefield was very chaotic. For a time, the people in Salamanga didn't notice that they were stabbed from behind, and they didn't react until someone fell one after another. , the shooting angle of the van is limited, and it is impossible to knock down so many people.

However, it was obviously too late to react!

After knocking down the two of them, Sean rolled around with his gun in his arms and changed places to stop attacking. Instead, he took out a copper horn from his side with a wicked look on his face.

There was also a red tie tied to the bronze number. There was no way, there was no red scarf.

Beep, beep, beep...

Beep, beep, beep...

Under the night sky, in the wilderness, the horn of the charge suddenly sounded!

The hearts of the little devils are trembling!

Hearing the horn of the charge, Jonas, disregarding the injury on his hand, pulled open the latch of the back door of the van, and the two of them jumped out directly, aiming at the Salamanca who were still stubbornly resisting. .

Sean had been able to show them the Anti-Japanese War videotapes from the Chinese many times before, and they all knew what the sound of the horn meant!

This is the horn of the charge!

This is the trumpet of victory!

As these American soldiers, they can look down on the troops of any country, but they sincerely admit and admire the only person who has defeated the US military twice on the battlefield.

More than 10 years ago, during the Vietnam War, the founding great man said, 'Don't cross the 17° line'. The US military fought on the Vietnam battlefield for 12 years, but the army just didn't dare to cross the 17° line. The illustrious name that came out.

Under the training of Sean, when they heard the Charge, these American soldiers were also enthusiastic.

As soon as the charge horn sounds, it means that this battle is about to end!

Surrounded on both sides, blooming inside and out, the instant intensive cross-fire directly extinguished the last breath of the Salamanga family.

Until the sound of the gunshots stopped, Bill and the others started searching with guns on their waists. When they saw the body, they went up to make up a shot. The dead should be confirmed.

Standing up from the ground, Sean laughed and hung the Charger back on his waist.

The Charger commands the battle, just one word, cool!

After a while, Bill came over and said distressedly: "What should I do now, these damned guys actually blew up the car, and we have no ability to get the car right."

Hiss... Sean is also scratching his head a little. If it was an ordinary van, it would be thrown here, but what's the matter? It looks like a van, but it's actually an armored personnel carrier. .

If it fell into the hands of the police, it would be hard to hide it.

If a gangster fire broke out in the newspaper and actually used an armored personnel carrier, then, it would be a big deal!

It has to attract the attention of the FBI.

Thinking of this, the good mood just now disappeared.

"What should I do?" Bill asked eagerly.

"Damn, no." Sean stomped his feet. "Go back immediately. I don't care what means you use, get a crane and turn it over for me immediately."

"I'm going to call Wells, why should I delay the time?"

"ASAP!"

"Okay, I'll go right now!" Bill opened his legs and ran towards the car behind.

Sean immediately divided everyone. Some of them cleaned the battlefield, threw the bodies into the carriages, and cleaned up the bullet casings as much as possible. Others were divided into two teams. If the police vehicle showed up early, they would block it for a while.

After giving the order, Sean also turned around and ran towards the car, cursing as he ran, damn, it's really inconvenient to not have a mobile phone.

He wants to find a phone to contact Wells immediately!

He raced wildly all the way, and drove straight past when he saw a residential house.

He didn't care so much, he pulled a piece of cloth as a mask, and rushed up with the gun in his hand.

Knock on the door?

nonexistent!

"Bang" shot to dry the lock, kicked open the door and rushed in.

Hearing the screams of men and women resounding in the house, Sean raised his gun and aimed three shots at the ceiling before shouting loudly, "Quiet the **** for Lao Tzu, whoever makes any more noise will be killed immediately."

When there is chaos, nothing calms people down faster than the sound of gunfire.

Just as the man of the house got up from the bed and was about to rummage through Remington in the closet, Sean had already pointed his gun at him, "I advise you to be honest, before you don't want to kill anyone."

"The money is in the drawer." The host pointed to the drawer very rationally.

"Fuck the money." Sean reached out and took out a large amount of US dollar bills from his pocket and threw it on the ground, and then said loudly: "Now, I'm going to borrow your **** phone, both of them. go out!"

The owner and his family were all dumbfounded, their mouths open, and their eyes were as big as copper bells.

What's the matter, you rushed in with a gun just to borrow a phone?

Damn, you said earlier on the phone, do you need to shoot!

"Da da da" Seeing that they were stupid, Sean pressed the muzzle to the floor and fired three bursts, "Go, Go, Go!"

The content of the call cannot be heard, and they must be driven out.

Although I didn't know what was going on with the group of people in front of me, the owner's family ran out immediately.

Sean put down his gun, made a quick call with a dark face, it was Wells's house number, and he kept saying 'Quick pick up, quick pick up, **** pick up'!

"This is Wells!" A voice came out.

"I'm Sean, Mr. Wells, I'm sorry to disturb you so late." The call was connected, but he was less anxious.

On the other side, Wells frowned, thinking of something in an instant, and immediately asked loudly, "You did what happened in the north!"

"Some unwilling reptiles jumped around. In order to avoid more trouble, I had to run over them."

"Damn it, someone called the police now, and the gunshots sounded like a war." Wells was woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from the police station, when he was in a bad mood.

"You know, garbage will inevitably pollute the environment, but after careful cleaning, the streets will become cleaner."

"If you just showed your presence, you wouldn't call me at this time." Wells was a little irritable and didn't want to talk to Sean about the art of those languages.

"All right…"