Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 168 The more the fight gets more chaotic ()

"The sniper killed a target and successfully suppressed the enemy!"

When Rogier received the news, he was happy. Even if the six-wheeled armored vehicle that went forward was beaten back without achieving any results, he was not angry at all.

Although the thugs retreated into the airport, hundreds of brave New York police officers, Israeli special forces, mercenaries, and elite FBI agents poured in from other directions.

And how many thugs were there at the airport?
There must be less than ten people. With a disparity ratio of one to ten, or even one to twenty, the enemies inside will definitely not be able to hold on for long.

Rogier made his judgment so confidently.

……

Just as the head of the New York City FBI expected, Chris at the airport was completely caught up in a hard fight.

There are still many passengers in the international airport, including thousands of American citizens and foreigners, but the armed men who broke into the airport didn't care at all.

The New York City police and FBI agents were better off. After they rushed into the airport, they still remembered their responsibilities and did not rush to fight with Masato Fujiwara's armed police. Instead, they evacuated the passengers as soon as possible and covered them to leave.

Using the cover of the bunker and the fire cover of other companions, the mercenaries advanced steadily and used smoke grenades and offensive grenades unscrupulously. Smoke and explosions appeared everywhere in New York International Airport.

"No. 9, retreat... A group of mercenaries is coming up the escalator to your left. You must retreat and join up with other teammates!"

Then if the Israelis raise their guns and fire, relying on their numerical advantage, they can knock down the enemy in one fell swoop or complete fire suppression.

Under this order, No. 9 gave up preparations to continue firing, put away his weapon and ran back.

The Israeli special forces following behind, these Jews with elite titles on their heads, also reacted immediately. They... turned around and ran away!
Yes, they turned around and ran away. The decisive behavior of these people even scared the armed policemen above who were prepared to die in battle.

Others have become desperadoes with guns and gray rice, such as armed bodyguards, or the mercenaries currently attacking New York International Airport.

Because he had the right to fire freely and the Israelis were too dense, the armed policeman stood up without hesitation, half-knelt on the edge of the floor, raised his automatic rifle and fired at the bottom.

However, of the three options, the Israelis chose the most unbelievable path...to escape.

Chris could clearly feel that these mercenaries, numbering about thirty or so, were not in a hurry to kill the armed police. During a firefight, they were more inclined to protect themselves than to kill the enemy.

Some of the veterans who took the money became gangster gunmen and made huge contributions to "free America, shooting every day."

The guardrail on the second floor is just a steel frame. It has no bulletproof function and cannot block the line of sight. As long as the Israelis below look up, they can spot the presence of this armed policeman.

Although they all wore military body armor and "mushroom" helmets, when faced with bullets falling from the sky, these armors were a little stronger than paper. They penetrated in a few puffs, and the bullets penetrated into their bodies. People fell to the sky.

After finishing the bullets, the armed policeman stayed on the spot and continued to change the magazine. When he was preparing to continue fighting, Kerry, who stayed behind, gave orders through the walkie-talkie.

Such veterans are really good at fighting. At least the armed policemen at the airport were no match for them. Chris and the remaining eight armed policemen were beaten back by the former.

Compared with the Israeli warriors who run away after a fight, those American mercenaries who are purely working for money are more difficult and brave. They are advancing rapidly and have occupied most of the international airport. Now they are gradually Compressing the remaining space for armed police.

Because the U.S. military’s retirement mechanism is too inhumane, veterans who leave the military have always been a big problem in American society. These guys who know nothing but killing, after flowing into society, either become homeless Han, or pick up the gun again.

An armed policeman hiding in a terminal on the second floor of the airport saw seven or eight Israeli soldiers moving straight below.

The American mercenaries who belonged to the Israeli special forces and took Mossad's money were overly "killing and decisive". They completely ignored the passengers who were hiding everywhere or reaching out to them for help, and went straight to the depths of the airport. at.

No matter what the ending is, this armed policeman is dead.

So much so that the armed policemen could continue to pour firepower on these escapees. After the thirty rounds of bullets in a magazine were exhausted, he actually knocked down four Israeli special forces by himself.

Gunshots rang out, and bullets fell like raindrops on the smooth floor of the airport. Two Israeli soldiers fell to the ground.

"No, we can't continue like this!"

After getting off the plane, Masato Fujiwara sat in the car that came to pick him up, closing his eyes and concentrating. Only then did he realize that he had only diverted his attention for a while, and the battlefield in New York had deteriorated to such an extent.

Masato Fujiwara didn't feel bad when those armed policemen died, because their recruitment price was only a little higher than that of armed bodyguards, so it was not particularly expensive.

For him, who was "quite wealthy", all two teams of armed policemen were killed. When he turned back, Fujiwara Masato was able to recruit four more teams of armed policemen in a few days.

The problem is, Chris can't die!

Now the highest level of NPCs under Fujiwara Masato is level seven. Every time they advance to a level, the required experience points need to double. Now, apart from Huang Mao, the only NPCs at level seven are Chris, Fujiwara No. 1 and Giyuu No. 1. The number is only level six.

In order to open a branch base in New York City, Fujiwara Masato can be said to have invested all the experience points he had accumulated for half a year. If Chris died, such a large investment in experience points would be all gone!
Will this work?

No, absolutely cannot let it happen!
The Ranger team deployed in New York City immediately dispatched and entered the battlefield at the international airport!
Japan's NPC troops can also support the past, but because the distance in reality is too far, it will only take three or four hours to pass. Therefore, the only ones who can quickly reach the battlefield now are a group of rangers.

Fujiwara Masato couldn't help but regret now... There are too few troops left in New York City...

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"Pull in, Iron Ore Team, gather your formation, strengthen the suppressive firepower, and cover the Copper Ore Team's advance...

Gold Ore Team, where are your heavy machine guns and grenade launchers? Fire quickly, there is a terrorist there at the twelve o'clock defense line in front, 120 meters away, kill him quickly!

What, you said there are innocent people nearby? That's none of our business. We're not the police. If we fire quickly, if we're slow, the advancing copper ore team will enter the enemy's fire area. "Marcus, wearing a body armor and headphones, was hiding behind, directing their advance in real time based on the feedback from each mercenary team.

There are four mercenary teams participating in this battle. The mercenaries, who are also veterans of the US military, all know that without unified command in the battle, chaos will only lead to one plus less than one. .

So, these mercenaries held a small meeting before the war. After a short discussion, the big guys pushed Marcus, who had been a Marine Corps platoon leader, to be the commander.

After receiving this temporary command authority, Marcus was not polite and immediately organized four temporary combat units with different numbers based on the equipment and strength of the four mercenary teams.

The Gold Ore Team is the strongest. There are five of them equipped with a heavy machine gun and two grenade launchers, which can project firepower within the airport.

The Silver Ore Team only has three people, but they are all wearing heavy body armor and assault rifles and are the best assaulters. Marcus chose to keep them behind to act as a mobile reserve.

The last copper ore and iron ore squads are line-filling riflemen in the traditional sense. The number of squads ranges from seven to ten, each armed with a rifle, submachine gun and police lightweight body armor.

In addition, these two teams only have smoke grenades and offensive grenades sponsored by their employers. They have no other tactical equipment. The rifles are smooth and only have mechanical sights.

There is no doubt that the copper ore and iron ore teams are veterans who formed a temporary team. They may still remember the combat skills they learned in the army, but in terms of equipment, they are just cannon fodder.

Marcus also used these two teams as cannon fodder, letting them charge at the front. The latter two also knew their situation. Even if there were two casualties, they continued to maintain strong fighting spirit.

"Captain, should we wait for friendly forces to come up?" Someone suggested in the communication channel.

"What kind of friendly forces? Those Israelis? God, please spare me. You let them come up, why not let them go out to rest..."

Marcus rolled his eyes and immediately rejected this whimsical idea. His words caused several people on the intercom to laugh.

"Forget it, the Israelis. Gold Ore Team, you send someone to call the police. They also have good people. Ask them to come over to help and share the pressure."

"Understood...wait, captain, there are gunshots behind us!"

"What!?" Marcus turned around suddenly. He also heard the rhythmic gunfire. It was the American M4A1 assault rifle.
"What the hell!"

If Marcus's memory is correct, the weapons used by the enemies in front are also M4A1s, which means that the gunshots before and after are all from the same group.

"The copper ore and iron ore squads formed a defensive formation on the spot to prevent the enemy from counterattacking. The silver ore and gold ore squads are following me!" Marcus made a prompt decision and ran back with two heavy infantrymen.

The place where the gunshots rang out was not far away. Marcus and his men didn't run a few steps when they saw a dozen Israeli elites running towards us from the other side of the ticket gate, a hundred meters away.

Their postures were as miserable as those of bereaved dogs, and the rifles in their hands were like fire sticks. They didn't use them at all, they just carried them for fun.

"Counterattack, counterattack!" Seeing this, Marcus yelled angrily, asking them to turn around and fire. If you guys want to run, you have to at least fight and retreat at the same time!
The Israelis did not hear the shouts of Marcus, the mercenary captain, or they heard it, but did not listen. When they saw several mercenaries at the end of the straight and spacious corridor, they were overjoyed and moved toward Marcus. run over here.

Then, Marcus soon understood why these Israelis were running so fast.

An explosion suddenly appeared among the fleeing Israelis. Amidst the fire and loud noise, at least three unlucky ones were torn apart, and then more people were thrown into pieces in the shock wave.

"Gift crab, artillery, recoilless artillery!"

Marcus's eyes widened immediately. Following the afterglow of the explosion, he saw the armed man half-kneeling by the turnstile with a gun barrel on his shoulder, and the man standing on the side who was skillfully placing a gun. The loader inserting the shells.

"run!"

Needless to say, the other mercenaries had already fled in all directions. Even the two mercenaries carrying heavy machine guns threw away their weapons and rushed towards the duty-free shop nearby.

In the roar of the shells, the abandoned Laoganma heavy machine gun was blown to pieces. Immediately afterwards, there was a dense rain of bullets, falling rhythmically in front of the bunker where the enemy was hiding.

Billboards, suitcases, and public seats were all rattled by bullets, and debris flew everywhere.

"Smoke grenade!" Marcus shouted. He took out the smoke grenade and threw it outside. Amidst the slight explosion, several clouds of smoke covered the 20-meter-wide corridor. He also immediately picked up his own smoke grenade. The rifle ran back.

The other mercenaries did not need Marcus's orders, and all followed him with a wink.

What, you said you wanted to stay and snipe? You want us to follow you and don't run away?

Are you kidding? If you want to die, then you can stay and don't drag us to death together.

In their brief observation just now, the shrewd battlefield veterans saw that there were not only recoilless rifles on the opposite side, but also two light machine guns unfolding their tripods, preparing to cover the advance of three riflemen wearing heavy bulletproof armor.

This set-up is so scary.

Can you fight?

You can fight, but as long as you go all out and pay a certain amount of casualties, you can definitely intercept the enemy.

However, these mercenaries don't want to do this.

How much money do those Israelis give you, is it worth keeping your life here?
Therefore, the mercenaries ran away without any hesitation, running calmly and without any worries, and before escaping, they did not forget to use the walkie-talkie to notify the copper ore and iron ore teams who were stationed on the front line.

"Brothers, run quickly, there is a team of ruthless people coming behind, with recoilless rifles!"

"Omaika, brothers, wait for me and take us together!"

(End of this chapter)