On the other side of the city, ten minutes ago, the small "White House".

John took Pete and the others to what Yu Zhiqian called the White House.

"There are six guards at the door, and there are patrols in the yard, old Lake, how are your marksmanship?"

"I've been an observer before!"

"OK, you go find a high point to cover us!"

"No problem!"

After receiving the order, Old Lake slowly stepped back and touched towards the relatively tall building behind him, while John Petraman and others, after checking the weapons and ammunition, parked the car at a position of about two or three hundred meters in the White House, waiting for Old Lake to be in place.

Two minutes later, Old Lake's voice came from the headset: "I'm in place, ready to help!" ”

"Roger!"

After John finished speaking, he patted Pete on the shoulder, and Pete immediately started the car and drove towards the location of the gate, and the guard at the gate immediately stared at the car when he saw a car coming, and the speed was not very fast.

The guards looked at the approaching vehicles and put their hands on the trigger, but they didn't do it first, the gate of the manor was a road, and there were often vehicles passing by, but when cars passed by, these guards were a little more focused.

Pete drove the car, and when he came to the gate, he did not stop, but continued to move forward, and as the car drove forward, these guards also relaxed their vigilance, their fingers left the trigger, and some turned their heads directly, and continued to chat with their companions.

Pete saw this in the rearview mirror and slammed on the brakes, while John and Subaev pulled the doors open on both sides almost simultaneously, and the pistols equipped with silencers fired at the six guards at the door.

The six guards reacted the fastest only to re-encounter the weapon hanging on his chest, and before he could remember to pull the trigger, he had already been shot and fell to the ground, and John kept moving forward as he shot.

After all six of them fell, they quickly pressed the jam, and the empty magazine fell, and a new magazine was instantly stuffed, and after the bullets were reloaded, they shot each of the six guards in the head.

Pete reversed the car, blocked the gate position, and then walked down with his weapon and looked at Darla: "Don't be stunned, throw the body in the car!" ”

"Ah, good!"

Darla saw John and the others fighting for the first time, and now he hasn't reacted, he feels that his scalp is a little numb, if he is one of these guards, it is estimated that he is already cold, and as soon as Pete said it, he immediately lifted the body from the ground and threw it into the car.

And John and the others picked up the weapons of this group of black people, threw them into the car, and stood on both sides of the big iron gate, Pete checked the situation inside through the gap in the iron gate: "There are still people patrolling the yard, and I haven't heard any movement here for the time being, it looks like I'm going to rush over directly, and there is no way to touch downstairs!" ”

"Okay, wait a minute, Subayev, you and I are in charge of the enemy on the left, Raman Peit and Dara you are in charge of the right, and the enemy on the front is handed over to you, Lake!"

"Roger, there are two people standing guard at the front gate, but they are chatting right now!"

In the high-rise building opposite the White House, a black family was knocked unconscious and thrown to the ground by Lake, who was watching the White House from the window with a gun.

"Give it to you the two guys, I'll count to three, you shoot and kill one person at random, get the attention of the black people, and we'll rush in!"

"Good!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Whew!"

When John counted to three, Lake pulled the trigger and shot the head of one of the guards who were chatting, and the other who was chatting with the guard watched his companion's head explode, and then the blood mixed with yellow-white things sprayed on his face, still hot, and froze in place.

When he reacted, he touched his face, looked at his dead companion beside him, and yelled: "Sniper! ”

When the rest of the guards heard the shout, they immediately picked up their weapons and quickly gathered around his position, but Lake moved the muzzle of his gun to the head of the other black man and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the guy's head again, and he fell to the ground limply, and the rest of the blacks also found Lake's location and immediately yelled: "On the third floor opposite, kill him!" ”

Some of the blacks immediately raised their guns and fired at Lake's position on the third floor, and two blacks quickly rushed towards the White House, trying to remind their boss Gaza that there were snipers around.

"Rush over and surround him!"

A black man resembling an officer hid behind a rock and yelled, while holding a pistol and constantly shooting at Old Lake's position, it didn't matter where the bullets flew, faith shot, relying on faith.

After receiving the order, the guards in the courtyard immediately ran towards the gate, and during this time Lake did not continue to shoot, which emboldened the group of blacks, and at this time, the gate was suddenly opened.

The group of guards thought that the guards at the gate had opened the gate and were still rushing forward, but at this time, Pete, John and others rushed in, and the AKM in their hands fired at the group of unsuspecting guards.

In an instant, at least seven or eight guards fell to the ground, and John, Pete and others quickly rushed towards the White House while shooting, and the guards who were still alive on both sides could only lie on the ground next to the bodies of their living companions and shoot at the positions of John and others.

Lake finally found an opportunity to re-fire, killing a guard who rushed out of the gate of the White House with two shots, and killing a black man who was standing at the window to observe the situation, constantly providing cover for John and others.

"Darra, suppress the fire in the direction of nine o'clock!"

After John emptied his magazine, he yelled at Darla, and after Dara heard it, he pulled the trigger on his RPD in the direction John said, and his strong arms made Dara still very stable even if he was standing and strafing.

"Fire suppression requires rhythm, rhythm, not for you to play randomly, three points!" Old Rahman shot a guard in the head, and he didn't reply to the two Darla, as an old soldier, he could hear the gunshots to tell what weapon it was, and the rhythm of the shooting, etc.

"Yes!"

After hearing the words of old Raman, Darla's original nervous mood suddenly eased, and he began to shoot at the same rhythm as when he was at the training ground before.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The triple dot constantly suppressed the guards in the distance, making them unable to shoot, and also allowing John Pitt and others to successfully rush to the door of the Little White House.

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