"Put on your headphones first! And goggles! After walking to the shooting window with the weapon, Aaron was just about to refill the weapon with bullets, and then a black guy next to him hurriedly reminded.

"Oh, thank you!"

"It's okay! After all, the echo of indoor shooting is quite loud, and if it is at the shooting range outside, it is not necessary! The little brother showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Aaron then noticed that this was a member of the special service team who had just been on duty upstairs, and it was also the one who reminded himself that Agent Wesley was not available, but the little brother was wearing a hood before, and Aaron didn't recognize it.

"Bang, bang, bang......" After filling a magazine, Aaron began to try a single burst shot, and after firing a magazine, Aaron shook his head as he looked at the messy seven or eight bullet holes on the chest target of a hundred meters.

"It's been a long time since I've been fighting, and my hand is like this!" Aaron remembers that when he was in New York, a light M4 thirty-round bullet punched a bullet hole in the embassy wall and then took out a second group of agents hiding behind the wall.

"I still have to practice!"

So the day after that, except for a trip back to Baker Street to take Cody to a pet store for foster care, Aaron stayed at the shooting range.

"Young man, you've fired hundreds of bullets, take your time! Isn't the shoulder sore? Uncle Greasy looked at Aaron, who ran over to get the bullet again, and asked curiously.

"Right now, just found a little feeling!" Aaron smiled, then took another box of 5.56mm rifle cartridges.

After pressing the last thirty rounds into the magazine, Aaron took a deep breath and then raised his rifle, and at this moment, he felt the target in his eyes extremely clear.

"Bang, bang......" After thirty rounds of ammunition were fired, looking at the only bullet hole on the target, Aaron smiled happily, and after checking the rifle, Aaron handed the weapon to Uncle Greasy, and then returned to the duty room.

It's just that not long after returning to the duty room, a call for help from the armed police reached Scotland Yard.

"Aaron, there's a mission, let's go!" Wesley removed two pistols from a nearby hanger and a long knife from a nearby cabinet.

"What's wrong?" Aaron also lifted the canvas bag with the weapon at his feet and followed closely behind Wesley.

"At first, it was just an ordinary anti-smuggling operation, and then the armed police encountered an attack, there was heavy firepower, and there were werewolves infested, it's strange, werewolf activities have been a bit frequent recently!"

When they arrived at the parking lot, the emergency team was already in place, and Aaron hurriedly jumped into an assault vehicle, then pulled open the canvas bag and began assembling weapons.

"Hey, man, you're going to have this weapon?" Aaron had just put an ACOG mirror on the M27IAR when a special service soldier next to him curious.

"For me, that's enough!" Aaron looked up at the clothes around him, one assault rifle plus grenade launcher, heavy armor, and some had harpoon guns on their backs.

"You don't look so nervous!"

"If we are so nervous every time we go on a mission, then our team will all stay in the psychiatric ward of the hospital!"

"Moreover, this mission is said to be just a few werewolves, these weapons are enough, our team once participated in an operation to attack an inferior demon, ordinary weapons are useless at all, if it weren't for the reinforcements with electromagnetic rifles and bazookas, we would all have to explain there!" The team leader clapped his palms and said.

"Don't worry, this time, I'll cover you!" Seeing that Aaron's expression was a little wrong, the team leader smiled and added again.

Facts have proved that the battle reports from the front line cannot be believed at all.

The reinforced assault vehicles came to a halt three hundred metres from the site of the attack on the armed police, as at least ten AK rifles were firing at the vehicles in all directions.

"No, we can't stay here, open the door, we have to leave!"

"Bock, Bob, open the door and cover us!"

"Understood!" Bob and Pock dropped their weapons, then removed their heavy blast shields from the weapons rack behind them, then opened the door and jumped out.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Aaron jumped out of the carriage with the Secret Service soldiers, only to find himself running to an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

"Free Fire, Free Fire!" After noticing that the team members had left the vehicle, the team leader looked around.

"At three o'clock, the trapped police are there, and we are moving closer to three o'clock!"

"I'll clear the way!" Wesley drew his two guns and fired in quick succession, and Aaron saw only the glitter between the muzzles of the guns, and then all the places where they fired exploded into the sky.

"Damn, is that a dick?" Aaron, who was about to drop a machine-gun turret and go out, switched to a tracking mine.

"Boom!" Watching the last room upstairs that had fired explode, Wesley withdrew his twin guns, glanced at Aaron, and nodded.

"There shouldn't be anyone left, let's go find those unlucky guys!"

The armed policemen were trapped in a small three-story building opposite a long concrete road and lined with factories on both sides, and their police cars were parked in the open space in front of the building.

"Friendly forces approaching! Watch out for firepower! ”

"Great, someone came to help us!"

Wesley smashed down a wall in the building with a punch, and then walked in with Aaron and the reinforcements.

"How's it going?" Wesley asked.

"It's very unoptimistic, we have lost three brothers in battle, and four are seriously wounded, and now there are only six people who can still fight, and the most important thing is that we have almost all the bullets!" The police captain scratched his hair with a Glock pistol, and there was blood on Zou's hat.

"How so?"

"It went well at first, we got the smugglers in the way, and after the three Knights of the Round Table came, everything got out of control!"

"Knights of the Round Table?" Aaron heard a new term again.

"Hello, I'm Sir Parsifal of the Knights of the Round Table!" Footsteps were heard from the stairs on one side, and then a middle-aged man wearing a half-breastplate and a black shawl walked down.

"Made!" Wesley didn't hide his disdain, first spitting on the ground before giving Aaron and the surrounding Secret Service team a look.

"Ugh!" Although he didn't understand what it meant, he saw the soldiers of the special service team put their hands on their weapons, Aaron reached into his pocket with his left hand, pinched a tracking mine, and slowly moved his right hand to the pistol on his waist.

"Agent, I ask you to cooperate with us in completing our mission!" Sensing the hostility of the people around him, the knight named Parsifal was no longer polite, but ordered directly.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse your order in accordance with Article 3, Paragraph 8 of the Knights of the Round Table and Scotland Yard Agreement of 1886, and I ask you to explain the purpose of coming here!"

"It's classified!"

"Sheriff, what are they doing here?"