Hearing that there had been a firefight, Hood immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Ethan and I are over now."

"Okay." It was Siobhan who had used the walkie-talkie just now, and she continued, "Me and Brock are also nearby, you guys hurry up. ”

Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror, made a sharp U-turn, and drove towards Poundfield.

It's the name of an area on the outskirts of town, and it doesn't sound very far, but it's so vast and sparsely populated that it can take a few minutes to get there.

Ethan stepped on the gas pedal and sped all the way, and soon heard a dense burst of gunfire in the distance.

The two looked at each other and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I thought it was an ordinary shooting, but now it's clear that it's not.

In addition to the familiar Glock gunshots, there was also the characteristic sound of AK guns, and the bursts of high-pitched sounds were terrifying to hear.

"There was an exchange of fire, repeat, we had an exchange of fire with the bandits."

Brock also shouted for help over the radio: "Come and support, damn it, the other side is too firepower." ”

Ethan kicked the floor down, and Victoria's crown roared forward.

Soon they were at the scene of the crime, where both Brock and Siobhan were huddled behind the two front doors of the police car.

A few dozen meters away, three armed bandits were leaning against a large army-green truck, holding AKs and M4s and firing at them.

Bullets flew sideways at the scene, and there was a crackling sound.

Under the intense gunfire, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV was riddled with bullet holes.

No wonder Brock called for help, they were completely suppressed.

The shrill siren of Victoria's crown caught Siobhan's attention, and she hurriedly reached out to command.

Ethan stepped on the brakes to stabilize the car, and then quickly drove to the front of the Chevrolet SUV and stopped, blocking the bullets fired in front of him.

The window glass shattered and bullets flew everywhere.

"Puff puff."

More than a dozen bullet holes appeared on the body of the car in an instant, and the glass splashed to the ground.

Both he and Hood were prepared in advance, and the moment they stepped on the brakes, they had already bent over, and before the car could stop, they pushed the door open.

In the whole police car, only the two front doors are bulletproof.

The two men took advantage of the cover of the car door to raise their pistols above their heads and blindly fired at the place where the gunshots rang out in front of them, suppressing the fire.

At the same time, taking advantage of Ethan's attraction of firepower, Brock also took the key thrown by Siobhan and ran towards the tail box.

Soon, he was donning a stiff body armor and carrying a police M870 shotgun.

Brock took advantage of the Victorian Crown to block the blind spot, bent down and ran forward, waving Ethan for cover.

Ethan immediately burst out with his hand speed, and within two seconds, he sprayed out all the remaining dozen or so bullets.

The sudden burst of fire stunned the attack, and Brock took advantage of the opportunity to rush out from the other side, the muzzle of the shotgun moving rapidly.

"Bang."

A cloud of projectiles erupted, and the head of a gunman standing next to the cab exploded in an instant.

Hood and Siobhan also rushed out with Brock, and for a moment, the gunfire was loud.

Listening to the sound of ping-pong gunshots, Ethan quickly changed the spare magazine.

He half-crouched up and looked across through the window.

Under the sudden burst of fire from Brock, the two gunmen used the truck as a cover, fighting and retreating.

In their panic, they had forgotten that there was someone else here.

"Bang bang bang..."

In less than five seconds, Ethan poured all the bullets from the new magazine, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun were in a ball.

The gunfire stopped, and the two men fell to the ground.

Hearing no return fire from the other side, Hood and the three of them immediately formed a battle formation and searched for advance.

Ethan ignored them and pulled out a spare magazine.

When Brock walked up to the two gunmen, he smashed his mouth, and lay on the ground with a bright hole in each of their heads.

In their upper body, it has been beaten into a hornet's nest.

Ethan also walked up at this point, noticing Brock's gaze, and he shrugged his shoulders.

This is the result of his deliberate control, if all the bullets are sent to the head, others will not think how good his marksmanship is, and they will first think about arranging a psychiatrist for him.

After some searching, it was determined that there was no one else at the scene, and they lowered their guns one after another.

Next to the truck, in addition to the three armed bandits who had just exchanged fire with them, three bodies in camouflage uniforms were found.

This is not a military green truck, it is clearly a military vehicle.

Brock wiped his sweat and knelt down on one knee with Remington, ripping off the black scarf from the bandit's face.

The facial features were very pronounced, and with the tattoos on his arms, he quickly came to conclusions.

Brock stood up and said in a deep voice:

"The Red Bones."

Hood put away his guns and walked over: "Why did they come here to rob military vehicles, what happened here?" ”

"I don't know, when we arrived here, the battle between the two sides was over."

Siobhan pointed to a few words from the corpse on the ground:

"At that time, there were eight or nine masked bandits, that is, members of the Red Bone Gang, and they were unloading things down."

"Seeing us coming, the Red Bones left three people to stop them, and the others fled in their cars."

"Why do I have a bad premonition?" Brock turned his head to look at the bed of the military truck.

Ethan stuck Glock back in his holster and flipped into the car.

There are also long wooden and plastic boxes scattered around the inside of the carriage.

He picked up a crowbar, and with a slight push of both hands, he lifted the lid of the wooden box.

At this time, Siobhan and Hood also climbed up.

The three of them looked at the contents and couldn't help but clasp their belts with both hands and sigh at the same time.

"Walter?"

Brock didn't want to climb up and down, so he asked anxiously, "What's in there?" ”

Siobhan bent down, grabbed two AK47s, and shook them a few times.

"Hell yes."

Brock also climbed up vigorously, and after some inspection, there were several boxes of AK47s and military M4s and a large number of corresponding bullets.

I don't know how much was moved away by the Red Bone Gang, which is the most troublesome part.

Hood jumped out of the car: "Why do we have military vehicles passing by here?" ”

"You and Ethan don't know, Siobhan does." Brock stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, "Just eight miles ahead, there's a small Marine Corps training camp. ”

"This camp is called Genoa, and it is only open for one or two months a year, and it is estimated that the GIs have come back to rest."

Hood nodded, reaching out and ripping off the radio:

"Alma, there are many deaths at the scene of the firefight, call an ambulance, contact Emmett by the way, let him come over, our car is broken."

Emmett took two days off, but at this time, he could only run once, and the two police cars that came to the scene were full of bullet holes.

(End of chapter)