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They come from several super special forces all over the world, as long as the name is mentioned, it is a powerful deterrent, under the obscenity of Zeng Gong, it is generally peaceful, but they are holding their breath in their bones, competing at the right time, but they didn't expect to be swept away by a few little thieves before they could take action.

"Boom. ”

F650 is a steel monster, especially the modified, the engine is super powerful, Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard to the end, the front of the car and the body almost have a visual disconnection, like a cannonball out of the barrel to roll up a cyclone, the modified headlights are small searchlights, locking the pickup truck in front.

"Meme, knock his tires off for me. Jackson slowly closed the distance and gritted his teeth to give orders to his subordinates in the co-pilot.

"Yes. ”

Mime fiddled with the Remington 870 in his hand with a cold face, and when he heard Jackson's order, he probed and fired in one go, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a tongue of fire, and in an instant, the pickup truck in front of him slipped into the woods on one side.

Mime's movements seem to have been tempered by a thousand times, and he has undergone the test of blood and fire, and a series of actions seem complicated, but this is all done in the light of calcium carbide fire, just by instinct.

"Well done. Jackson's gloomy face only then relaxed.

Mime's poker face did not change at all, as if he had just done a trivial thing, holding the gun in his hand, staring ahead, leaving the gun in his heart.

Jackson smiled self-deprecatingly, Mime and he are from the same special forces, and they often cooperate with each other, Mime has this kind of temperament he knows very well, except for the slightly crazy when the battlefield syndrome occurs, the expression at other times is simply unchanged for ten thousand years, it is really like a clear heart, and the sky is not shocked.

The pickup truck flicked its tail in Jackson's hand and landed directly across the road, which was their way to prevent passing vehicles from being accidentally injured.

"Be careful, everyone, this gang of thieves doesn't seem to be easy. Jackson was the first to jump out of the car, his flashlight dangling in front of him, frowning slightly except for the pickup truck that hit the tree and the mess around it.

"Could it be that they fainted or died?" Stephen asked subconsciously as he came down the second.

"It's not that simple. Jackson shook his head, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, always feeling a little unsure.

It was this feeling that saved him countless times on the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan, and his instinctive instinct told him that there was a strange danger in the quiet woods ahead.

"Boss, do you want to wait for the cops to come? Mim asked coolly, he trusted Jackson, and it was because of Jackson's strange instincts that they had saved the day in several collaborations.

"Forget it, let's go in by ourselves, they're just ordinary policemen, and it's okay to mediate trivial things, but the matter of arresting the bandits is to deliver food. Jackson shook his head, although those policemen can be cannon fodder, the murderous Jackson has been much more indifferent since he entered the Qinglian Ranch to work, and he has lost the bloodthirsty impulse he used to have, and the battlefield syndrome has not occurred for a long time.

Jackson took the lead in turning on the tactical flashlight, probing the situation ahead, consciously or unintentionally using the trees around him to hide his figure, from time to time making various gestures to his companions behind him, and soon he found the pickup truck under a tall feathered pine.

Smoke and smoke didn't seem to be in danger of exploding, the huge impact made the surroundings extremely messy, there were broken branches and bushes everywhere, and even Jackson saw a rabbit die tragically under the wheels, and beyond that, it seemed that the people inside had been knocked unconscious or even dead, as Stephen said, but his intuition told him that as soon as he approached the pickup, it would be a disaster.

Jackson leaned against the back of a red pine, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, he could feel that the enemy was somewhere on the other side, and surprisingly they did not leave, but hidden, as soon as they showed a flaw, they were greeted with a sharp blow.

"How's it going, head?" asked Mime, bending over and slowly moving to Jackson's side.

"I don't know, I can feel them ambushing us on the other side. Jackson frowned and said how he felt.

"Trouble. Mim pursed his lips and looked ahead with a solemn expression, feeling the cunning of the enemy as a sniper-turned-ex-special forces.

"Meme, is there anything you can do?" asked Jackson, licking his somewhat dry lips.

"It would be nice to have a grenade. Mime gestured the distance between them and said half-jokingly.

", there's an assault rifle I can rush through in one go, believe it or not?" Jackson glared at him angrily and replied angrily.

"Hey, hey. Mime touched his bald head and smiled innocently.

"Chief, I think one of them must be injured, how about we shoot at the front and shoot at random?"

"Scared the snake?" Jackson looked at Stephen suspiciously, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That's right, you see, this is not far from our ranch, through this forest should be the meadow, extending from the meadow is our Qinglian Ranch, there are our brothers patrolling inside, and when they hear the gunshots, they will definitely rush over to support, and then these guys will definitely be the turtles in the urn." ”

Jackson listened to Stephen's analysis and nodded frequently, now in the face of such a complex environment, the guy in his hand is not very powerful, his idea is the best way at the moment, as for the police who are left behind, let them hell with it.

"Okay, just do as you say, let's shoot freely according to our own estimated targets, hoping to hit the target with good luck. Jackson nodded, he was also a decisive man, and decided to take the initiative.

"Everyone, get ready, I'll count one, two, three, half of the people will attack, and the rest will take cover. Jackson peeked at the seven people he had brought with him, touched the neighborhood, and said in a low voice.

"One, two, three, hit. Jackson waved his hand vigorously and shouted in a low voice.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Hmph. ”

The gunfire rang out suddenly, and the other side was caught off guard, and then there was a muffled snort in the woods.

Excited and frightened, several team members couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.