The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The loud noise from the explosion was heard throughout half of Covina.

The fireball and smoke rose into the sky, attracting the attention of everyone in the Citrus Square. The bearded man in the safety helmet held his earplugs and looked toward the edge of the square, trying to see the situation over there.

The diffuse dust blocked my view and I couldn't see clearly at all.

The bearded man asked over the radio: "What's the situation now!"

On a nearby scaffolding, a man in a sunhat was observing and answered truthfully, "Not clear yet!"

The bearded man prepared for the worst: "Be prepared to attack, and take your guns after my orders. No one is allowed to move without my orders!"

The man with glasses, the bald head and the tattooed man nearby all approached the tool kit and material bag.

Most of the other workers around had lived in America for some time. Seeing such a violent explosion, they fled in all directions and hurried away.

Run as far as you can.

In the dust and smoke, Hawke found that the white car had been blown to pieces, and the black Mercedes had some external injuries, but overall it was not deformed much.

He rushed over, opened the driver's door, and shouted, "Savior!"

Edward was breathing heavily and said, "Boss, I'm fine. I'm fine."

He turned up his lips, revealing two rows of white teeth, and reminded Hawke: "There's something wrong with the car explosion, something wrong..."

Hawke said, "Don't move, the ambulance will be here soon."

Edward took a breath and said, "I hit it, hit it, and was hit by the airbag..."

From behind, Brian's voice came.

Hawke looked back and saw Brian shaking his cell phone, probably after calling the police.

The smoke from the explosion began to dissipate, the sun seemed to set again, and the dark sky also became bright again.

Hawke was relieved to see that Edward was fine, "Take a rest."

He closed the car door, looked around vigilantly, took out his radio headset and microphone, put the former on his ears and the latter on his collar, and called: "Raul, Raul, are you there?"

A Ford was parked not far from the Mercedes. Raul was looking around vigilantly and answered, "Nothing has been found yet."

He then realized that most people in the square had fled, except for a few workers, so he couldn't help but stare at that side.

A Cherokee gradually approached and stopped on the other side of the road.

Guti and Morientes in the car were also on guard.

Hawke came to the back of the Mercedes and opened the trunk, which contained a gun bag containing a long gun.

As long as there are still enemies, he can immediately rely on this bulletproof Mercedes and fight back with a gun.

But he didn't dare to get into the car now. If there was another bomb, the Mercedes would be a living coffin.

Hawke couldn't just abandon Edward and could only hide near the Mercedes.

On the scaffolding in the square, men in sun hats watched the smoke and dust dissipate. They saw the wreckage of a burning car, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan, several other cars, and several people on the road.

One of them, huddled next to the Mercedes, was clearly the target.

The man in the sunhat immediately spoke into the radio: "Boss, the man is still alive, next to the black Mercedes."

The bearded man gave the order without hesitation: "Kill him!"

Including him, these people opened tool kits or packaging bags and took out long weapons including AR and AK.

The man in the sunhat moved the fastest. He opened the tool bag on his back, took out an AUG rifle with a scope, and half-knelt on the tripod.

On this side of the road, Raul had been keeping an eye on the people in the square.

As soon as the bearded man and his men moved, they were discovered by Raul.

Raul immediately shouted, "Enemy attack! Five people at the twelve o'clock position of the square, equipped with spears!"

Almost at the same time he shouted the first sentence, Hawke grabbed the gun bag and threw himself to the side of the wheel of the Mercedes-Benz.

Explosion-proof and bullet-proof cars are currently the best shelters.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and bullets hit the place where Hawk had previously landed, leaving seven or eight small holes on the side of the asphalt road that had just been paved.

Hawke quickly pulled out his gun and shouted, "Get down! Get down!"

He was reminding Edward and Brian.

Edward huddled into a ball inside the bulletproof car.

Although Brian was not good at using guns, he had relatives who were good at using guns and had received gun protection training. He immediately threw himself to the ground and rolled under the steps between the square and the sidewalk.

Raul got out of the car from the side away from the square and hid in the engine position holding an AR.

On the other side of the road, Guti and Morientes, who had come down from Cherokee, had already rushed into the second-story shop on the roadside with spears in their arms, taking the initiative to seize the commanding heights.

The three men that Campos found had excellent combat skills.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots continued to ring out, and dense bullets hit the bulletproof Mercedes. Hawke could feel the car body shaking constantly.

He raised his AR, pointed the muzzle upward and forward, and pulled the trigger in a standard soul shooting posture.

Da da da--

A string of bullets flew out, and the gunfire from the opposite side suddenly stopped.

On the second floor of a shop on the other side of the road, Morientes relied on the brick and stone guardrail and took advantage of the moment when Hawk's shooting made the opponent cautious, and aimed at the opponent's sniper.

His gun was as silent as he was. The muzzle of the gun, with the flash hider installed, emitted two muffled sounds.

The sun hat fell headfirst from the scaffolding in the square and hit the ground, with blood flowing out from under the head and torso.

Also on the second floor of the shop, far away from Morientes, Guti had a completely different shooting style. The wind blew his long blond hair. He held an AR-15 with a bump stock and fired suppressive bursts at the square.

Behind the front of the Mondeo car below, Raul also raised his gun. No matter whether he could hit the opponent or not, he would suppress him first.

He pulled the trigger and fired a volley of shots towards the square.

In this chaotic situation, suppression is much more important than accurate shooting.

At the same time, in the Mercedes-Benz, Edward, who had recovered, took out a Glock pistol from his clothes, tried to lower the window, pointed the gun outside, and pulled the trigger.

For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire, just like a battlefield.

Hawk emptied a magazine and, with the cover of the bulletproof Mercedes, came to the front of the car while changing the magazine.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and saw a reflective safety helmet.

This was no different from shooting at a fixed target. Hawke immediately pulled the trigger and fired a short burst of shots. Without even checking to see if he had hit the target, he quickly drew his body back.

Sure enough, gunshots were heard from the opposite side, and bullets hit the Mercedes-Benz again.

In the square, a tattooed man was lying behind a flower bed with his AR thrown at his feet. He was leaning on the flower bed and was motionless.

The bearded man realized something was wrong. After a short exchange of fire, not only did he fail to kill the target, but he also lost two people on his side.

The target person has bodyguards with him, and they are elite soldiers.

The bearded man made a prompt decision: "Retreat! Cross-cover, retreat!"

He changed a new magazine and fired fiercely at the position of the Mercedes-Benz in front.

The man with glasses and the bald man didn't bother to care about their dead companions and immediately retreated under the cover of the bearded man.

Brian was lying on the ground on the steps at the edge of the square, listening to bullets flying overhead. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, and was wondering how to start.

Suddenly, Hawke's voice came from behind the Mercedes-Benz: "Lie still, don't move, don't talk!"

That bastard seemed to know what Brian was thinking, like a bug in his stomach.

"If you dare to speak, I'll shoot your ass first!" Hawke felt a little better after shouting this.

He clearly remembered that less than ten minutes ago, Brian Crow's Mouth said that there would be no street fighting in Covina.

What was the result? Bullets were flying everywhere, enemies appeared out of nowhere, and even car bombs were used!
Brian didn't shut up because of Hawke's words.

He knew Hawke, a man who was very kind to his friends.

Just now, a car bomb hit him, but he still remembered to pull himself away and run.

Brian suddenly had an idea and shouted, "I didn't call 911, I called the FBI, saying there was a terrorist attack and the FBI helicopter will be here soon!"

These words spread to the square and fell into the ears of the bearded man.

The opponents have no fewer people, no fewer guns, and no less capable than them.

The bearded man cursed the person who provided the information and urged again: "Go! Go quickly! Cross cover, retreat!"

The bald man stopped at this time, turned around and shot backwards, firing a burst of bullets at the position where he had just fired.

Real combat is completely different from the way it is portrayed in Hollywood movies.

It's hard to find opportunities for accurate shooting.

When you target others, you are also targeted by others.

The soul-stirring shooting of the African black men is the norm for these mercenaries when they fight.

On the second floor of the shop across the street, Morientes had already moved to another seat.

He held his breath, paying no attention to the bullets flying past him, and pulled the trigger of his rifle.

Two gunshots rang out.

The running glasses fell down.

"what--"

When the bald man saw another companion fall down, he was worried about the bearded man, so he turned the gun towards the direction where the gunshots came from and fired repeatedly.

After Morientes fired the shot, he immediately changed his position.

Hawke took the opportunity to expose the muzzle of his gun and fired a series of quick and short shots, causing the bald man to fall to the ground.

In this five-versus-six shootout, the latter had an absolute advantage.

Although Edward was holding a Glock rifle and Brian only shouted "666" a few times, it still worked.

Hawke knew enough about firearms, and judging by the sound of gunfire, he guessed that there were at most five people.

Now four have fallen, and only the last one is left. He said to the radio: "It's best to keep at least one alive if possible."

If Edward hadn't risked his life by crashing his car, the consequences of today's sudden attack would have been unpredictable.

Hawke had to figure out where the attack came from, even if he already had some guesses.

On the second floor of the shop, Morientes was looking down from above, his gun locked on the bearded man as he ran.

He pulled the trigger several times, but because he wanted to keep the victim alive, all the bullets missed.

Guti and Raul's shooting skills are not as good as Morientes'. Apart from deterrent shooting, they never pointed their guns at the bearded man.

Hawke picked up the AR, and the feel of the gun brought by long-term practice made him pull the trigger at the moment when he felt the best. (End of this chapter)