"Your wife is worried tonight!" Griffin sat on a shabby couch and teased at his hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Actually, I didn't tell her about tonight's operation, vice captain, I know that this operation is confidential, I only said that I was arranged to practice, I know these reasons very well!" As he spoke, the man next to Griffin examined his Mossberg shotgun.

Look at the model is the Mossberg 500 series 12-gauge ATP8 type, which can load 8 shotguns and has a barrel length of 508mm. The 500 series 12-gauge shotgun is specially developed by the American Mossberg & Sons Company for the improvement of police and military forces, there are two main models: ATP6 and ATP8, each model has a full-support butt and a small grip without a butt.

This model is a classic for its well-designed, reliable use, small mass, good balance, ability to fire all Magnum ammunition and the best dispersion accuracy.

The barrel is a cylindrical chamber and has undergone a strong charge test. The receiver is made of aluminum alloy. The bolt is made of steel and locks directly into the barrel sleeve when latched to reduce the force on the receiver. There are two fuses: one that is operated with your thumb at the top of the receiver and the other is the trigger fuse.

The bolt has two grappling hooks to prevent shell ejection failure, and the sliding mechanism has two guide rods to prevent twisting or jamming during operation. The muzzle is equipped with an anti-jump device, and all openings are made on its upper surface, which allows the gunpowder gas to spray upward, thus preventing the muzzle from jumping. These are these two things that Griffin's subordinates have to check, carefully and meticulously, after all, this is his life-saving weapon, and he can't be sloppy.

And Griffin is holding a Glock 17-style 9mm standard pistol, but with a high-gloss small flashlight, so far Glock has turned into a tall tactical pistol, but I don't know that he learned the modification skills there, but fortunately, this gun is on file in the substation.

There is no strict control over the matching guns of the police in the City of Archangels at this time, you can file multiple firearms under your name, and then these can be the matching guns used in your operations.

"I know, you, I can still be trusted, wait for my orders, don't rush around, I told you to go up, understand?" Out of kindness, and the care of his henchmen, Griffondo gave a word of advice.

"Group A is in place!"

"Group B is in place!"

"Group C in place!"

"Where's the Blockade?" All the assault groups reported the situation to the person in charge, but the blocking group in charge of long-range fire did not report, and Griffin hurriedly asked on the wireless communication intercom.

"Sir, the blocking group is in place and looking for a target!" A voice came over the intercom.

"Okay, adjust the shooting angle as soon as possible, wait for my orders, and trouble Captain Walker's backup support to equip it!" The whole group was in place, and Griffin reminded him again.

Everything was ready, and from time to time Grieg poked his head out of the alley, as if waiting for some signal. As the minutes passed, sweat began to drip from the faces of many commandos, and on a hot day, they wore airtight bulletproof vests, and it was strange if it was not hot.

I don't know how many times it has been, Griffin is a little impatient, but there is no signal, the action is exposed too early, and the casualties will be very large, which is something he does not want to see, of course Michael. Connelly didn't want to see it even more, not only to be responsible for his own men, but also to keep it from giving Jermaine. Walker's chances of performance.

At 3:58 a.m., 2 minutes before the latest time agreed with the informant, on the 3rd floor of a building surrounded by the strongest LAPD substation (self-styled), a glass window opened, and a white light from a flashlight flashed several times towards the mouth of Griffin's alley, which was the signal that the operation could begin.

"Group A front door, Group B side, Group C back door, blocker ready, action!" Taking a deep breath, Griffin followed the plan and gave the commandos the order to attack.

“Move_move……”

The three-three system alternately covered the advance, and everyone moved, but Griffin and his henchmen moved forward behind Group B.

Click! The Striker's M40 sniper rifle is loaded, while the rest of the assault team is mostly the M16A1 automatic rifle, which is the most powerful firepower in the entire sub-bureau, and there are larger caliber light and heavy machine guns, machine guns, anti-tank guns, and bazookas, grenade launchers, which are commonly known as RPGs.

Why is Griffin at the back of Group B? Because the person who just gave the signal opened the side door, unlike the place where the other groups were going to attack, it was easier here and there was no need to force the attack.

Bang! Bang!

There were two loud bangs, and I think it was Group A and Group C that broke through the access control and began to attack.

"Get down! Get on the ground! Griffin's men shouted.

There is no way, Group B attacked the most smoothly, and the first attack, and did not encounter any resistance on the first floor, at 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, whether it was a night owl who was used to living a nightlife, or these suspects, it was the most sleepy time of the day at the moment, and several of them didn't know what was going on, so they were locked and held.

“Clear！”

"One layer of Clear!"

Hearing the report, Griffin certainly won't stop there, the purpose of this operation is not to catch a few small fish and shrimp, there are still big fish waiting for him and his subordinates to catch upstairs!

Continuing upward, Griffin believes that after arranging informants in advance, after careful control and careful planning, this credit will not be small, the Medal of Honor, promotion and salary increase are beckoning to him frantically, how could he give up such a good opportunity, maybe he may go to the LAPD headquarters at one time.

The left hand is bent and raised into a clenched fist: stop moving forward and listen to my command! This is a gesture command, Griffin is in the corridor near the second floor, stops, and then stretches out his fingers, one to the left, one to the right, this is to tell the team that one team is responsible for the left, one team is responsible for the right, and the others follow him.

After the "Move_move......" received a response from the two grouping leaders, Griffin officially gave the order to continue the attack.

The narrow corridor was crowded with people, armed with weapons, and the words "LAPD" on the bulletproof vest worn outside were clearly visible, and they were not hidden at all because they would be chaotic.

The left and right sides attacked at the same time, and the rest of the whole house didn't seem to be woken up by the blasting just now, it was very quiet, only the sound of the police commandos moving forward.

Bang!

The policeman on the right had just cautiously opened the door of a room, and before he could say anything about lying down, there was a loud noise, and the explosion came so suddenly that the team members in front of the door were overturned, and soon began to wail, this is a grenade trap, and they already know that the police are coming.

"Sir, we are under attack, we have suffered heavy casualties, heavy casualties!" A policeman reports to his superiors while dragging his injured colleague behind a secure wall.

"Striker, support from the observation team, move on, I'll immediately notify the rescue team to come to the rescue!" Griffin didn't seem surprised when he heard the report of a team of commandos, it could be such an operation, casualties were inevitable, after all, it was the first time he had received such a report.

"Go ahead, I ...... Bang bang! ”

"What's the situation, report your situation!" Griffin listened to the man's report, but before he could finish speaking, several gunshots rang out over the walkie-talkie, and the communication was cut off, and he had to use the walkie-talkie to ask loudly.

“FUCK！” Griffin scolded, this is not a good appearance, this is not a good start, the communication is interrupted, according to the size of the gunshot, at least the communication equipment is destroyed, and even worse is that the person carrying the equipment is killed, everything is possible, I just don't know if he is scolding the person who sent the signal, or the matter of making the communication disabled.

But at this stage of the operation, it is impossible to stop the situation, the appearance of casualties, and the exchange of fire with the violent resistance of the mob, if you withdraw from the battle at this time, the turtle retreats, not only will you be ashamed, but also the entire LAPD will become a laughing stock, although this can be allowed, perhaps only the fierce criminals want to see.

Bang bang!

Bang!

There was gunfire on the right, something exploding on the left, and the situation escalated, and Griffin understood that this was an ambush, dealing with not only heavy weapons, but also high-explosive grenades.

Burst!

One of Griffin's officers was shot in the face, not as a result of a close-range shot, but by a sniper, from a distance or in the opposite building.

Da-da-da-da!

The police officer who was shot didn't know if it was too painful, or too nervous, the M16A1 in his hand spit out a tongue of fire, and fired indiscriminately, at least 5 bullets before stopping, the bullet holes obviously left traces on the opposite wall, fortunately, Griffin was on the same side as him, and only ate a little dust, but the colleague opposite the police officer who fired the shot was not so lucky, 5 bullets in a row, in a curved arc, slammed in the upper body of a person, two of the bullets hit the rebound vest, and two bullets were left on the wall, But there was a bullet that killed the man, the front of the neck went in, the back was fired, and the blood was sprayed everywhere.

"Stand back, back down!" In such a situation, if Griffin still uses the lives of his subordinates to gain credit, not only will he lose trust, but he may be sentenced by the court, so he has to issue an order to temporarily retreat.

What careful planning, what advance arrangement, now the little life is gone, retreat to the safety and then decide the next move, this is no longer a matter of one person's honor, the team needs everyone to shine in their own positions.

Although the retreat was a bit hasty, the commando team was a regular disciplined force after all, so it was quite orderly, covering each other alternately, and correctly did not abandon a teammate or a colleague who was killed.

"Molotov cocktails!"

Suddenly, in a vent in the ceiling, two gasoline bottles fell, why gasoline, because this is the glass bottle of gasoline often used by fighting peoples and street gangsters, the mouth of the bottle is tightly corked with cloth and ignited, and if it is dropped, it will not only explode, but also ignite something that can be ignited.

"Enter the room! Enter the room! When Griffin was blocked in his way back, he decisively commanded the people around him to rush to the nearest room.

Bang! Kick the door open, and at this time, whoever it is, hides in the corner of the wall that he thinks is safe. Of course, this is people's first reaction, and it has not been carefully considered and evaluated, but fortunately, there are no traps in this room, except that the dust is full, and the fire sprinklers are spraying water.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on, the Observer Group? Are all the sniperers dead? Griffin crouched down under the wall to the right behind the door, angry and horrified.

"Mr. Policeman! Your observation team and sniperers may be really dead, but soon, you'll be meeting them in Hell too, so have fun! As soon as Griffin finished speaking on the walkie-talkie, an unfamiliar voice came from him, completely different from his familiar men.

"Who are you? Who are you? ”

“… Rustle..."

No one answered Griffin's question on the intercom, until there was a rustling of electricity, presumably discarded.

The sky didn't fall five words, it's not a thing! The dim moonlight shines through the windows, accompanied by water droplets, and the hot summer makes many police officers feel cold inside.

To be continued......