The city of Chandler is more than 30 kilometers southeast of Phoenix, that is, a matter of one foot on the accelerator, and it has been shaking in a police armored car for half an hour, and everyone's faces are ugly.

The police armored car, called the "Bearcat", was actually modified from the chassis of a Ford F-550 pickup truck, with additional heavy armor and bulletproof glass.

But these extra weights also overwhelmed the suspension system, and the comfort of the ride was naturally impossible to mention, and after more than 20 minutes of dangling in a stuffy jar, these young police officers were already well-trained without emptying their stomach bags.

The word "Bearcat" is an interesting word, but it is actually closer to the original meaning of panda than "Panda", because it also means brave and brave.

Friends who often fly fighter planes know that in the late stage of World War II, the last piston carrier-based fighter F8F developed and produced by the American Grumman Company was called "Bearcat", which can be called the pinnacle of electric fan fighters.

At the moment, this police armored car is also very brave, after Jane confirmed that the other group of people was in place, with her order, the driver turned the front of the car, hung up the reverse gear, stepped on the accelerator, and roared towards the main entrance of the villa.

Unlike LAPD-SWAT, which uses the battering ram at the front of the car to poke a hole in the wall and then reverse the car before entering the team, Jane's team is more efficient and aggressive.

With a "boom", the butt of the police armored car directly smashed into the gate and the walls on both sides, and half of the body was inserted into the vestibule of the villa.

After two loud bangs, the back door of the armored vehicle and the landing craft with the same design was directly lowered, and the team members rushed out, warning sounds, "Get down!" Get down! Don't move! Don't move! ”

A guard who was sitting in the front hall, eating with a spoon, was shocked, and honestly knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands and not daring to move.

Two members of the team stepped forward together, one handcuffed, the other with a gun on the side, and the rest of the team continued to move forward, and there was a kitchen on the side of the antechamber, and there was also a person in it, who was also temporarily disabled by the explosion of the stun grenade.

"Legs together! Hand up! Two more team members pounced on them, and the subdued guards were also tortured.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team moved on, through the antechamber and into the hallway.

"Police! Search warrant! Don't move! ”

Warnings came and went, and unlike the military's indoor CQB tactics, law enforcement units had to follow the principle of minimum force, and the verbal warnings of several loud-voiced team members did not stop, which was quite deterrent.

Jack followed Jane, the rest of the group lined up behind them, and as they advanced to the door of the first room, Jane stopped, and Jack put his left hand on her shoulder and patted it to signal that it was ready.

The two team members behind them walked around them to the door of the second room, and finally two more team members stood guard at the entrance of the hallway to prevent anyone from rushing out.

In CQB terminology, there's a word called "death funnel" that describes a narrow area that encompasses a doorway, a stairwell, an entryway, or any kind of narrow area.

A door pressed against the wall, this area of the interior and exterior, from God's point of view, is a complete hourglass, and it is very dangerous to move within the scope of the "death funnel".

In CQB tactics, just one action into the house is divided into many steps, the purpose is to reduce casualties as much as possible, which is a contest of courage and luck.

Compared with the military special forces, which have more means, although the opponents of law enforcement units are more dish-eaten, they are actually more dangerous.

Jane stood against the wall, put her hand on the doorknob, and gestured to Jack with her eyes, then twisted the doorknob to push the door open, and the latter entered the room with a short body rotating along one side of the doorframe as the door was opened, and the rifle in his hand was pointed at the farthest corner.

As Jack followed the doorframe and turned into the room, Jane's gun line was pointed from the near corner of the house directly opposite the porter all the way to the far corner.

“FBI！ Don't move! ”

This kind of narrow door frame is not suitable for two people to enter at the same time, and this kind of cooperation is the most suitable way to enter the house at the moment.

No one likes CQB operations, and even the most experienced special forces can suffer heavy casualties in such close combat.

Of course, the hostage kidnapping team led by Jane does not need to face such a dangerous enemy, and those DU traffickers and snakeheads who have been playing with guns for a few days do not have much tactical literacy, and strict training can minimize the possibility of accidents.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

The room is unobstructed, empty, the curtains are drawn by the window, and the light is not too bright, which is also a disadvantage when CQB breaks in, and the human eye adapts to the light in a process, and the enemy hiding in the dark is easy to attack first.

There was an inexplicable stench in the room, mixed with the strange smell of banana water, wall paint, and even feces and urine, and Jack and Jane, who followed him into the room, loudly reminded their teammates in the hallway.

"Safety! Get out of the house! Then the two men raised their guns and turned out of the room, alternating between entering the room, and soon cleared the last room in the middle of the villa.

The second half of the villa was the responsibility of another group of people who broke down through the back door, cleaned the room, and the two sides were able to meet in the middle of the villa.

At this moment, there is also a group of snipers in ambush on the hillside outside the house to prevent someone from escaping through the window or other accidents.

Jack squatted by the wall, still Jane helped him open the door, and the moment he pushed the door open, there was a loud "bang", and the thin wooden door was sprayed with countless holes by the shotgun.

"Click!" Jack made a low leap and slid sideways into the room, the trigger in his hand pulling repeatedly.

The M4A1 carbine has a safety rotation of 90 degrees for semi-automatic mode and a further 90 degrees for full auto mode, and this rifle has a full automatic rate of fire of up to 900 rounds per minute, and if you pull the trigger, you can empty a standard 30-round magazine in 2 seconds.

In this case, of course, Jack did not dare to use the fully automatic mode, and the devil knows if there would be a gunman hiding behind the hostages.

Fortunately, there was only one gunman in the room, and three 5.56X45mm NATO bullets pierced the lower abdomen, chest and neck of this fat Mexican man.

"Are you alright?" Jane then entered the house, and continued to stand vigilantly at the door, the muzzle of the gun on the ground.

"No problem, safe!" Jack quickly got up and stepped forward to kick away the shotgun in the corpse's hand, which was a Mossberg M590 pump-action shotgun, which was very common and was known as the "trench cleaner".

Taking off his gloves and touching the fat man's carotid artery to confirm that he was dead, Jack wiped the grease on his hands on his pants and put the gloves back on.

"Squad leader debriefing." Jane yelled.

"Safety!"

"We're all safe! Sir! ”

"Two suspects caught!"

Reports from all over the place came from the headphones, which made Jane breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why did this guy shoot? It's a stinking empty house, with no basic furniture. The little old black named Reggie chattered a little.

"Call CSI and inform the people up there, we're in big trouble."

Jack walked up to Jane, he did come to find evidence, but he didn't expect the evidence to be presented to him in such an exaggerated way.

"But we didn't find a hostage, what's wrong?" Jane was baffled by him.

"Your hostage is here." As he spoke, Jack closed the safety of the carbine, and slammed the butt of the rifle against the wall, a foul smell that seemed to be visible to the naked eye.

"What is this? Watfack! Reggie stupidly stepped forward, barely smoking.

"The internal structure of the whole house is wrong, there is no need to make the gypsum board wall so thick, and the cracks in the corners of the walls are full of dead maggots."

As he spoke, Jack pulled open the wall in front of him, which was divided into cells with wooden shelves, and in each cell stood a corpse.

Each corpse had a bag around its head and wore only underwear, both men and women.

(End of chapter)