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

Chapter 1350 Villa Attack and Defense
The gunshot came only a second later, followed by another gunshot. This time sparks came from the connection between the helicopter rotors.

Before the third gunshot was heard, the Sikorsky S-76D in front of them began to make an ominous creaking sound that made their teeth ache, and then the rotor began to tilt towards the group of people.

Blood splashed on the helicopter windows, broken blades flew in all directions, carrying away all kinds of broken limbs and debris. The two helicopter pilots in the cabin stared at the scene of blood and flesh flying outside in amazement, and were so scared that they sat dumbfounded in their seats.

Just as frightened as them was the villa owner, who was grabbing the security director and shouting at him in the back garden of the villa. He was also the owner of the island, a well-known financial tycoon in the United States and even the world.

"Fuck #%*&..." It took the rich man a while to come back to his senses and let go of the collar of the security chief. He felt like the sky was falling.

The Duke of York was eighth in line to the British throne, and the duchess's husband was fifth, and both of them died right in front of her.

This is a scandal that cannot be covered up no matter what. He dare not imagine what his fate will be. Whether he disappears directly or hangs himself after being imprisoned, it seems that it is no longer his decision.

Thinking of this, he shuddered and turned his gaze to a luxury yacht at the dock not far away.

"Evacuate everyone. I don't care if they are pirates or some other terrorists. Take all the VIPs on board and leave. No more deaths will occur.

Remember, if you don't want your family to be implicated, you must send the guests away even if you and your people are all dead. You should understand what I mean!"

The rich man let out an angry roar with a sullen face, let go of the security chief's collar, and turned away.

The security director swallowed his saliva, looked at the other person walking towards the garden fountain, and subconsciously raised his voice and shouted, "Sir, what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I've been dead since a while ago." The rich man waved his hand without looking back, and disappeared behind the garden fountain with staggering steps.
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The main construction area of ​​the villa on the island covers more than 1500 square meters. It is surrounded by three rectangular two-story main houses, forming a U-shape with a gap on the west side. One side of the gap leads directly to the helicopter pad.

The three main houses are connected by corridors, and the second floor is surrounded by open verandas on the outside, allowing residents to walk out of their rooms and enjoy the sea view at any time.

In addition to the open loggia, each bedroom and guest room on the second floor has a separate terrace decorated with Greek-style stone columns. It is obvious that the designer directly imitated the form of 16th-century Italian court architecture.

The villa is surrounded by lawns and gardens that are several times the size of the main building area. This is originally an open terrain that is relatively advantageous to the defenders. When facing invaders, the security guards can use the walls inside the house as cover and fire indiscriminately at the enemy who tries to approach.

Unfortunately, the gate of the villa faces south, and the south happens to be the high ground occupied by Jack and Clay. After several guys who tried to use the corner of the wall to cover their shooting at the open lawn outside were shot down along with the wall, all the security guards had to retreat back deep into the corridor.

This is also the reason why Jack had to call so many people.

Although the island is isolated from the world and seems to be small in size, under normal circumstances it would take at least a hundred people to surround the entire villa, let alone force their way in.

The sound of glass breaking was followed by a series of muffled bangs. As several smoke bombs were thrown into the corridor of the villa, the armed security guards and bodyguards guarding the corner of the corridor could not help but stir. "Don't panic, it's just a smoke bomb." Two experienced bodyguards smashed open the fire boxes in the corridors on both sides, took out simple fire masks from them and threw them to several people.

Just as a group of people were busy putting on masks, a loud noise came from the two exquisite wooden doors on the front of the villa, as if they were hit hard by a battering ram.

However, the sofas, tables, and even statues that had been hurriedly moved by the security guards seemed to have withstood the impact. In the rising smoke, one could vaguely see that the door had not been knocked open.

"Open fire!" Following the order, the security guards in the corridors on both sides of the lobby pulled the trigger one after another, and AR assault rifles, submachine guns and even pistols fired at the door and the large carved windows on both sides.

For a moment, wood chips flew everywhere, and bullets ricocheted onto the smooth floor tiles and between the columns, creating sparks.

"Cease fire, change ammunition." The bodyguards of those celebrities and wealthy people were obviously more experienced than the security guards on the island, and some of them took the initiative to take on the command work.

While the security guards were changing magazines, several bodyguards who had not opened fire before remained on guard to prevent anyone from returning fire during the interruption of fire.

However, what they waited for was not the exchange of gunfire from the main door and the windows, but a deafening explosion. A gap was blown open in the wall on one side of the corridor. The shock wave of the explosion and the flying broken bricks and tiles directly knocked down all the armed security guards and bodyguards on that side.

Before the smoke had cleared, two huge Terminator-like figures trudged into the front hall of the villa with heavy steps, revealing their figures like evil spirits in the smoke. Before the survivors could react, the AKMs in their hands spewed deadly flames towards the other side of the corridor.

The 75-round drum magazine has a sustained firepower that is asphyxiating. Although it takes less than ten seconds to use up all the bullets once the trigger is pulled, the 7.62×39mm steel core bullet can easily penetrate partitions and plasterboard walls that are more decorative than practical indoors.

The security guards and bodyguards in the corridor on the other side who were not affected by the shock wave of the explosion suffered heavy casualties instantly, but in a moment, the front hall of the villa fell into deathly silence.

"Hello! Hello! What's the situation at the front? What happened? Where did the explosion occur?" The security manager's anxious voice came from a walkie-talkie that fell to the ground.

Braxton, who was wearing a full-face helmet, didn't even bother to look down. He stepped over with his military boots, and after a short "sizzle" sound, the walkie-talkie turned into pieces and became silent.

There was a sudden gunshot and the bullet hit Chris who was bending down to change the magazine. The latter did not even raise his head or even pause for a moment.

Frank, wearing a black hood, flashed out from behind him, raised his AKM and fired a volley of bullets, killing on the spot a bodyguard in a suit who was leaning his head from the stairs and trying to attack with the poor Glock pistol in his hand.

The corpse tumbled down the stairs, and the bodyguard, who died with his eyes wide open, met a pair of emotionless eyes.

(End of this chapter)