"We still have 10 people, three of them seriously injured and two lightly injured."

Sarah's voice came from the ear protection headset, and she spoke in a hurry, and the sound of bullets splashing on the container came from her.

Ten of the remaining operatives!

And out of these ten people, three more were seriously injured and two were lightly injured!

Fryk clenched his fists, angry flames dancing in his eyes.

There are a total of 20 members of the team who participated in this joint operation of the DEA and FBI, and now only ten have survived, and three of these ten people are seriously injured!

Fryck looked out of the container and noticed that one of the operatives was lying in the clearing, within range of the opposing team's fire, his left leg shot and unable to move.

Although the operative fell within range of the opponent's fire, he was not shot, and the mercenary hiding in the darkness only made him fall to the ground, holding his injured leg, and wailing in pain.

Fryk realizes what the mercenaries are doing with this live opening, surrounding the corpses to attract more operatives to the rescue, and then shooting the rescue team members.

Flake was about to radio Sarah when one of the operatives rushed towards the wounded.

Whew——!

In the night sky, a bright ballistic trajectory streaked by.

The trajectory was bright, but it was glaring to Fryck's eyes. The bullet went into the head of the member of the FBI's tactical unit who was trying to rescue the wounded.

Poof!

A mist of blood erupted from the back of the head of the FBI's tactical unit, and the cavity effect caused by the warhead swept the entire back of his head flying.

The member of the F.B.I. tactical unit fell to the ground, and a pool of blood quickly gathered under him.

“Fuck！”

Flake slammed his fist into the container behind him and radioed to the remaining operatives, "Don't act rashly, everyone! Repeat, all without my orders, don't act rashly! ”

"Flake, help me!"

Banks, a member of the FBI Tactical Unit who had his left leg broken by a bullet, pressed the radio call button and said to Flake: "My leg is broken, damn it, my leg is broken!" ”

Behind a container, the mercenary squad leader Vorster propped his left hand on the container beside him, put the SCAR-H rifle on his left arm, stared at the ACOG scope on the tactical rail, and muttered softly, "Come out, come out, aren't you coming out yet?" Your team needs help, yes, he needs help now! ”

Banksy kept shouting over the radio, but thanks to Flake's orders, the rest of the operatives didn't act rashly.

Vorster moved the crosshairs in the scope to Banksy's arm and pulled the trigger.

Burst!

A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the SCAR-H rifle, and the flash of fire flashed quickly through the front of the silencer, and the bullet made a bright trajectory that accurately hit Banksys' left hand as he pressed the radio call button on his chest.

What is the effect of a 7.62mm rifle bullet hitting the arm? Just like Banksy now, the bullet broke his arm, which was only connected by some flesh.

The protagonist in the film and television drama was hit by a bullet in the shoulder, and he can still hold an AK automatic rifle, and crazy rushing to kill does not exist at all in reality, especially the current rifle bullet tip basically uses an empty tip structure, as long as it is hit, it will either be dead or disabled!

Blood spurted from the broken veins in Banksy's arm, and the ground around him was mottled with blood.

"Frak, you bastard!!"

Banks screamed in pain and shouted, "Flake, save me, save me!" I'm dying! ”

Flake leaned against the container, clenched fists, making a choice in his mind. He knew that there were snipers watching outside, so he waited for someone on his side to rush out before sniping; But he couldn't just watch Banksys die slowly and remain indifferent.

With Banksy's current rate of blood loss, if he can't stop the bleeding in time, Banks will die from excessive blood loss.

"Still reluctant to come out?"

Vorster moved the crosshairs in the scope to Banks' other leg, ready to give Banks another shot, and put some pressure on Fleck, forcing him to come out and save people!

"Sarah, did you see where the sniper was?" Flake asked Sarah.

"See." Sarah replied, "At one o'clock in my position, but as soon as I show my head, he will be locked in!" ”

"Cover me for a moment! I'm going to get Banksy back! ”

Flake released the radio button, pulled out a smoke bomb, pulled open the safety pin, and threw it from behind the container.

When! Bone ......

When the smoke grenade landed on the ground, it bounced and rolled forward.

White smoke erupted from the smoke bombs, quickly forming a white smoke cover belt around Banksy.

"Sarah, cover me!"

Flake rushed out from behind the container and headed for Banksy.

Sarah also dodged out from behind the container, raised the M4A1 tactical rifle in her hand, and fired a series of bursts in the direction where Vorster was.

Puff puff! Puff puff puff! Puff puff! Puff puff puff!

Long and short bursts alternated to provide cover for Fryke, forcing Vorster, who had been looking for Flake in the smoke, back.

The bullet hit the container that Vorster was using as a cover, leaving bullet holes in the container.

Flake rushed up to Banksys, and before he could check his injuries, he crouched down and hooked Banks's right arm around his shoulder, carrying him back between the two rows of containers.

Vorster, who was suppressed by Sarah's point shot, did not dare to act rashly, and at the moment when Sarah finished shooting because of the bullet in the magazine, Vorster dodged out from behind the container and set up the automatic rifle in his hand.

The smoke from the smoke bomb hadn't dispersed yet, but it had dispersed a little more than it had just blown away, and Flake and Banksy could be vaguely seen.

Vorster aimed at Banksy's back and pulled the trigger.

Burst!

The bullet hit him in the back of the heart, and Banksy snorted, and the hand that was hooked on Fryck's shoulder loosened a little.

……

DEA San Francisco Division.

DEA Operations Director Goreme stood in the conference room with an extremely ugly face, and the situation that happened in the container distribution yard was worn back to the big screen in the conference room through the helmet video system of the action team members.

"Hamm, how much time do you have left for reinforcement to arrive?" Goreme struggled to suppress his anger and asked Hamm.

"Fifteen minutes to go!" Hamm replied.

"Operation aborted!" Goreme ordered: "When reinforcement arrives, cover the retreat of the wounded!" ”