The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1501 Chaos in the Special Zone (Part 7)

Everything happened so fast that Jack, who had moved ahead of time to the Eisenhower administration building on the west side of the White House, had just finished changing clothes.

The Mammoth pickup truck has ample space in its cargo bed, and with Kate around, there's no need to worry about thieves. Therefore, he always keeps a set of equipment in the truck.

Jack carried both the Noveske N4 and MDX508 assault rifles of the same caliber, with bulletproof plates inserted at the front and back. By the time Jack had grabbed the magazines and his favorite stun grenades, the terrorist formation that had rushed into the oval lawn in front of the White House had already dispersed.

The enemy sniper, Lao Liu, had already suppressed the outer police officers. Jack didn't dare to delay. He raised his gun and aimed through the fence in one smooth motion. The next second, he pulled the trigger. The female terrorist with long hair and pretty face behind the flower bed was instantly killed.

This sudden shot immediately provoked a counterattack from the enemy. Three members of a five-man squad advancing in a long, serpentine formation simultaneously turned their guns and fired repeatedly at Jack, instantly creating a suppressive situation.

Bullets clanged and clattered against the bulletproof steel plates of the "Mammoth" vehicle, leaving only sparks as they struck both submachine gun bullets and assault rifle bullets.

Theoretically speaking, the terrain around the white house is actually quite easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The building itself is not very tall; the auxiliary administrative buildings on the east and west sides are only fifty or sixty meters apart, and the rooftop can perfectly cover the two lawns on the north and south sides, which are 60 meters and 200 meters wide respectively.

Apart from the fountain and a few scattered large trees, these two lawns only have some low green shrubs, making them almost completely unobstructed.

Unfortunately, all the snipers on the top of the main White House building, as well as those on the top of the East Office and the famous Oval Office on the West, including the Secret Service agents guarding the two administration buildings only fifty or sixty meters apart, were taken away by the brutal strafing from the gunship earlier.

The remaining defensive forces, especially the agents guarding the convoy, suffered heavy losses due to the sudden attack by the presidential security team. It should be noted that most of these people belong to the Secret Service's most elite assault team, "CAT".

Unlike the black-suited guards around the president, the "CAT" team travels fully armed, armed with SR-16 assault rifles, and sits in a black Saab van at the back of the convoy.

These losses of elite personnel mean that, at this moment, the Secret Service agents on the defensive appear to have slightly more men than the terrorists on the offensive, but the difference in equipment is enormous.

Most of the agents in black suits wore a soft bulletproof vest underneath their bodies, and some even had to use their sidearms to fight back because they didn't have time to retrieve their weapons.

In contrast, the terrorists who were launching an attack from both the north and south lawns simultaneously wore bulky winter clothes, but underneath were bulletproof vests with inserts, and their weapons were either submachine guns or short-barreled assault rifles with foldable stocks.

This situation is not hard to understand, because the garrison forces responsible for the security of the Special Administrative Region are deployed at Andrews Air Force Base, which is less than 30 kilometers away from the Special Administrative Region.

According to the usual contingency plan, in the event of an emergency, the garrison troops can reach the White House in a maximum of 15 minutes.

From the moment the gunship appeared over the Special Administrative Region to the moment the F-16 fighter jet launched a beyond-visual-range attack and shot it down, the entire process took less than 7 minutes.

At the 8-minute mark, terrorists disguised as tourists launched a ground attack. In other words, Secret Service agents only needed to hold out for less than 7 more minutes before the garrison arrived to relieve them.

All Secret Service agents understood this, so even when their equipment was inferior, and even when some only had a Glock available, they remained determined to fight back, relying on windowsills and other cover.

"Kate, hide behind the administration building. I need you to keep the communication going and locate Zoe."

After Jack finished speaking, he left the cover of the "Mammoth" vehicle and rushed towards the three-meter-high metal fence on the west side of the white house. He easily jumped over it with a single pull-up.

After landing, he rushed forward for more than ten meters, stopped, and fired a long burst, taking down all three members of the team who had emptied their magazines at him. There were five of them in total; the first two had already been killed by Secret Service agents who were using cover below the south gate steps to fight back.

After killing three people in one go, Jack casually threw three stun grenades.

Although the effect of using stun grenades in open areas is generally weak, with the strong light and loud noise being greatly reduced, their advantage lies in their surprise.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other side was momentarily stunned, Jack bent down and rushed from the side of the building to the base of the Roman column in front. Because of the steps, two agents were leaning against the back and using it as cover.

"FBI! It's one of our own!"

Jack's voice preceded his arrival, and with the three stun grenades already thrown, the two agents who were tensely exchanging fire with the front already realized that reinforcements were coming from the rear.

Although he was slightly surprised to see a guy wearing an FBI bulletproof vest when he turned around, he did not overreact.

Jack slid in and rolled on the spot, using the momentum to pick up a fallen agent and carry him down the steps in a flash.

"Tim, are you alright?" The two agents had been trying to cover each other as they broke through to rescue their injured colleague who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing Jack help rescue people, the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished instantly.

Unfortunately, this was one of Jack's rare failed rescue attempts; the agent who fell to the ground was injured in the carotid artery.

“Please, don’t do this, Tim, hang in there.” The younger of the two agents, a black man, called out his name, choking back tears, as he tried to press on his wound, but to no avail.

The agent named Tim died before he could even leave a last word.

"Ah!" The young black agent yelled as he got up and emptied the remaining magazine of his Glock 17 towards the opposite side, but he immediately attracted concentrated fire from the other side. In the chaos, a bullet that seemed to come from nowhere blew him in the head.

His body fell heavily in front of Jack, his eyes still glaring upwards in death.

"What's the situation inside? Can the north hold it off?" Jack was worried that another agent might impulsively get up and court death, so he quickly grabbed him.

“I don’t know! It’s chaos right now.” The agent was a burly, middle-aged white man holding a blood-stained SR-16 assault rifle.

"Ask how long it will take for reinforcements to arrive!" Jack pointed to the other person's left ear, which was covered by an earpiece, and asked loudly.

“They told us to hold out for another 5 minutes,” the white agent shouted back.

In fact, the reinforcements weren't just Jack who had scaled the wall; several Metropolitan Police Department patrol cars were driving along Pennsylvania Avenue with sirens blaring, but they soon encountered something even more troublesome.

(End of this chapter)