American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1087: Grenade Opens the Way

A burst of bullets from the M4 shotgun blasted open the fire door of the emergency passage, and the second single-shot bullet blew up the chest of the guy closest to the door, along with his bulletproof vest.

The military-grade M4 shotgun in Lin Zheling's hand, provided by the US military, has a capacity of two more rounds than ordinary civilian or police models, but it only takes a few seconds to empty all eight bullets.

He simply threw away the empty shotgun and took the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle on his right shoulder.

Jack said that he borrowed equipment from the US military in South Korea, but in fact he still followed the JSOC (Joint Special Operations Command) approach. If the FBI had not been worried about causing unnecessary misunderstandings, its original idea was to directly call in Team B to help.

After all, South Korea is a protectorate of the United States. Although the other party's top leaders may not care much, it is a bit unreasonable to allow terrorists to release nerve agents in Seoul.

When Team B, or "DEVGRU", is deployed, JSOC must also take action, and basic support will be in place, but this kind of deployment cannot be hidden from the attention of those who are interested.

It is not impossible that the North might turn the tables and say that the Americans used special forces to assassinate the diplomatic mission.

Fortunately, Rossi had full confidence in Jack's fighting ability, and knew that he didn't like someone watching him when he was doing things overseas, so he didn't insist too much.

After all, this "closed disciple" has never let him down, and is not the type who cares too much about face. Whenever Jack thinks there is a need, he never hesitates to call for reinforcements.

Zhang Mingjun and his dozen or so men were military men after all. Although they were caught off guard by the "cluster" stun bombs, the instincts they had developed from their training made them choose to find shelter in the room at the first moment.

A few people who were less seriously affected, after regaining their sight, suppressed the nausea caused by the dizziness and quickly began to fight back using the shelters such as the stairs and load-bearing columns in the hall.

No matter how strong Lin Zheling was, he was alone and was soon pushed into the corner of the bar. Fortunately, the bar was made of fine materials and had a large marble base where he could hide.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire was deafening, mixed with the equally shrill sound of fire alarms and the water spraying from the ceiling. The scene was extremely chaotic.

In the midst of this chaos, Jack hummed a song silently in his heart and jumped out of the elevator. It was not that he was deliberately pretending to be cool, but the scene before him was so appropriate that it would be unreasonable not to have some background music.

"The sound of raindrops outside the window has been falling for three days and three nights, just like you, my beloved, have not answered the phone for three days and three nights."

He shot a guy hiding behind a load-bearing pillar with two shots, then slid to the body, leaned against the pillar and let the bullets smash him into pieces.

Although the opponents were just ordinary soldiers, they had also received military training and it was impossible for them to make the mistake of emptying their magazines at the same time. So after being pointed at, Jack's choice was to throw a grenade directly.

The US military's standard grenades are divided into offensive and defensive types, the difference lies in the amount of explosives and the number of fragments.

Offensive grenades do not come with prefabricated fragments. Although they have a large amount of explosives, their effective killing range is relatively small, which avoids accidental injuries to friendly forces during a breakthrough.

"hidden!"

Amid the heart-wrenching roars from the opposite side, an MK3A2 grenade, about the size of a can, landed in the middle of the hall, spun around, and exploded a few seconds later.

Because the delegation booked an entire floor of the building, strictly speaking, the area where they were fighting at the moment was actually the lounge leading to the presidential suites on both sides.

The area here is quite large. If you remove those luxuriously decorated partitions and wooden racks for display, it would be at least two to three hundred square meters.

The sturdy high-rise exterior glass withstood the test this time because it was far away. Although some pieces cracked, at least it did not break into slag like the one that was hit by the submachine gun, and then fell to the ground from a height of more than 100 floors. But the gunmen who hid behind the sofa, half-knelt under the steps, and had no choice but to hide behind the wooden partitions were miserable.

Although there were no flying fragments, the shock wave caused by the explosion was twice as powerful in a relatively closed room.

The fragile wooden partition was blown apart directly, and the flying wooden spikes pierced the gunman hiding behind it in the head and face, and the latter fell to the ground without a sound.

The sprinkler system was still working, and water droplets continued to fall, mixing with blood and spreading on the floor, depicting a grotesque and evil postmodern abstract painting.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

The MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle equipped with a silencer made a slightly strange sound. Lin Zheling took the opportunity to emerge from the other side of the bar and killed two guys who had tried to come up and surround him with a short burst of shots.

There is a reason why "DEVGRU" chose to use the subsonic .300 BLK bullet at close range. In such extremely close-range indoor combat, stopping power and gunshot noise are the primary considerations.

Just as Lin Zheling was preparing to move his position, he caught a glimpse of another grenade flying out from behind the pillar where Jack was hiding, and he quickly stepped back.

This time it was thrown farther, almost at the edge of the swimming pool, and next to the landing point was Zhang Mingjun, who had a horrified expression on his face and only a Glock in his hand.

"team leader!"

The subordinate who had been protecting him pushed Zhang Mingjun away and rushed out, pressing his body tightly on the grenade.

A flash of fire appeared and an explosion sounded again. The body of this subordinate was lifted off the ground and as he fell, a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of his mouth.

"The heavy rain is still falling. Are you afraid? You still haven't found a home after all these years."

Jack flashed out from behind the pillar and turned into a life-reaper. Every time the muzzle of the MDX508 in his hand flashed, a gunman who tried to shoot at him would be shot in the vital part.

Throat, head, abdomen, lower body, the speed of his gun's movement always seemed to be a split second faster than that of his opponent, and it was this crucial split second that determined the outcome of a life-and-death fight.

With a slight "click" sound, the MDX508 was thrown out while its chamber was empty, hitting the calf of Zhang Mingjun who was trying to escape backwards.

The latter stumbled and fell to the side of the swimming pool, sliding two meters away.

In less than a song's time, more than a dozen of Zhang Mingjun's men were wiped out. Jack killed most of them alone, while Lin Zheling didn't even finish a magazine.

"Don't come over!" Zhang Mingjun grabbed the remote control hanging around his neck.

"As long as I press this button, the VX installed on the roof will spread, and no life will survive within three kilometers."

The two men stopped their actions before meeting each other, and the panic expression on Zhang Mingjun's face gradually faded, replaced by a crazy and ferocious smile.

(End of this chapter)