Jack never imagined that he would one day, in his own home, use such a murderous weapon, just as he never thought that someone would use an RPG to blow up his house.

By the time three rockets burst into his bedroom, Jack had already jumped down the stairs on the second floor, grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom, and Emily, who was still in the middle of nowhere, into the basement.

BEFORE THAT, JACK GOT OUT OF THE BASEMENT AGAIN AND THREW AN AMMUNITION BOX WEIGHING MORE THAN 25 KILOGRAMS ON THE FLOOR, WHICH CONTAINED 2,000 7.62×51MM NATO ROUNDS, WHICH WAS ALL THE BULLETS THAT CHRIS'S GUN HAD LEFT FOR HIM.

The rate of fire of the M134 is adjustable from 2,000 rounds per minute to 6,000 rounds per minute, and Jack adjusted the motor speed to 3,000 rounds per minute, which also means that 50 rounds per second are poured out.

Now it's just a math question, ask, how long can twelve elite soldiers wearing full armor and inserted level 3 boards hold up in front of a machine gun with a rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute?

The answer was two seconds, and Jack only took two seconds, as if the recoil was non-existent, and the muzzle of the gun lightly drew a fan shape at a 40-degree angle in front of him, and the twelve flesh and blood bodies turned into twelve piles of rotten flesh under the metal storm.

It took five years of hard work for Riem and countless well-trained soldiers to not even have time to fire a shot.

It took Jack less than 10 seconds to slowly sweep back and forth to make sure that each of them had a fair share of hundreds of bullets, and then he dragged the long chain of bullets and walked out of the door satisfied.

Dressed only in a toe-clipping sandal, his bare feet kicked away from the hot bullet casings, Gatling, uh no, it was Jack standing on the bloody lawn in front of the house, the M134's motor driving the six barrels to spin rapidly, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be pointed slowly at the three vans in the open space in the distance.

Leaning on the front of the first car, Riem, who was still in a daze, suddenly rolled his throat twice, let out a wail that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and fell on all fours, trying to escape from the clearing.

In the next second, a piercing scream resounded in the night sky again.

A yellow-green laser-like trajectory sliced through the bodies of the three cars with a roar of fire, and the tracer bullets doped in the chain instantly ignited the fuel tanks, and the leaked gasoline flowed freely on the ground with flames.

Feeling the scorching heat coming from behind, Liem fell to the ground in embarrassment, watching the deadly line of fire get closer and closer to him.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! He let out a terrible scream, as if he had seen himself being torn apart little by little by this horrible jet of metal.

The roaring roar stopped abruptly, only 2,000 rounds, and the duration of the fire was not even as good as the first time for most men, and the surroundings were calm again, leaving only the motor to drive the barrel to rotate, making an "Ang Ang" sound.

Reem looked back at the pavement less than ten centimeters from the ball of his foot, where the cement had been shattered by bullets, and he moved his calf cautiously, as if he couldn't believe that he was miraculously unscathed.

"Ahh This old guy, who is nearly half a hundred years old, only feels that he has never been so lucky in his life, and he gets up from the ground with a bone, regardless of the awkwardness of his wet pants sticking to his inner thighs, and runs into the distance.

As long as he is alive, he still has a chance, and if he is gone, he can recruit and train again, RPG can't kill this monster, and he can design other plans.

He was born and died in Northern Ireland with most of his elders when he was a teenager, and he had ups and downs for most of his life, and he had not experienced anything, it was just a small setback.

"Bang!" As the gunshot rang out, a bullet pierced Rieem's left leg, and the old man screamed and rolled and fell onto the road, while the police lights flashed in the distance and the sirens gradually sounded from far and near.

Emily, who was half-squatting beside Jack, put away HK417 and stood up, lifting the bath towel that was about to fall off her body a little awkwardly, and immediately met a playful look.

"Good figure." Jack blew the hooligan whistle, removed the cigar from his ear, took two puffs of the red-hot barrel of the M134, and spat out a smoke ring.

He's been wanting to pretend to be this B for a long time, but unfortunately he hasn't had a chance, this M134 is 100% illegal, and he has never fired since he put it in the basement.

Anyway, I didn't find that Emily was so informative before, carrying HK417, hurriedly got out of the basement, ran to his side, squatted down and aimed and shot, and actually ensured that the bath towel would not fall off.

"Yours is not bad, I don't usually see it." Emily slapped his chest muscles, and actually pinched it unsatisfactorily, tsk, and Angela had a virtue at the beginning, not to mention that he lost his car and house, but he was still hungry for his body.

"I'm sorry, I'll be in charge, uh, about your house."

Emily looked back at the two-story building, and couldn't help but feel guilty in her heart, Jack had been her free bodyguard for three months, she had almost been shot before, her car had been destroyed, and now even the house was destroyed, it was impossible to say that she didn't have any idea of making a personal promise.

But this is only an idea, the good sister Jiejie has already fallen into it, whether it is rational or emotional, she can't do anything to take revenge.

Jack shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly, he was not angry because of this.

When I discussed with Rosie that he would be responsible for keeping Emily safe, I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect these guys to be so mad that they bombarded his house with an RPG.

Who should be asked for this debt, Jack has long had a plan in his heart.

As for whether he has any other ideas, he has never had that kind of mind at all, and he doesn't even want to provoke the beautiful news host who gives it for nothing at every turn, let alone Sister Emily, who has been partnered for so long.

The Dodge Charger painted in a LAPD police car dragged a long brake print, narrowly avoided the fallen Liem, and slammed into the fence in the front yard of Jack's house with an almost out-of-control drift.

The corners of Jack's eyes jumped slightly, watching the wooden fence that had been riddled with holes slowly falling, this is also too dramatic, and sure enough, as soon as these two appear, it will lead to a sudden change in the style of painting.

"Bump!" The doors on both sides were kicked open at the same time, and Tim and John, who looked nervous, jumped out of the car and jumped in front of them.

"Are you alright?" They spoke in unison, and before they could finish speaking, the kitchen on the first floor, which was originally just a spark burning behind Jack, suddenly exploded, and the air surged, startling everyone.

"Something happens now." Jack rolled his eyes angrily, pulled on his slippers and walked across the road, avoiding the boiling heat, his heart seemed to be colder than the temperature of this winter night.

Originally, it may only need to be renovated, but now it is completely hopeless, so let's get ready to rebuild.

(End of chapter)