Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 277 A fierce battle

When the first shot was fired, most of the Paris police at the Place de l'Imperial did not realize what was happening. They just looked at the reporters blocking the entrance of the Place de l'Imperial with a bewildered or slightly panicked look on their faces, surrounding the fallen major shareholder of the Place de l'Imperial like zombies.

The few policemen who had been on the battlefield realized what was happening, but they immediately rushed to find cover and hide instead of rushing forward to search for snipers at all costs, even if there was a senior policeman among them.

How much money do the police station pay me a month so that I can take bullets for the capitalists?
The police went into hiding, but this was also within the expectations of the Shiyad Group. They had never thought that they could rely on the police to solve the problem.

"Go, go, go!"

In a seemingly ordinary van parked on the side of the road, Jerome, wearing a heavy bulletproof vest, a Kevlar helmet and an urban combat uniform, pushed open the door and rushed down holding a FAMAS assault rifle with an optical sight.

Behind him, five people dressed similarly rushed down quickly following him. Some of them were holding light machine guns, some were equipped with sniper rifles and shotguns. The team was fully equipped.

"Where's the sniper?"

Jerome, who had a dark complexion, raised his gun and stood on guard while asking loudly.

"In Building A, the fifth floor at twelve o'clock. He's on the roof!"

Jerome, who was lying on the engine of a French car, looked up and saw that the building was about fifty meters away from the team, separated by half a small square and a two-lane road, so the distance was not far.

Jerome looked carefully for a few seconds but did not see any sniper, but he had great trust in the team's sniper, so he rushed forward without thinking.

At the same time, in other places, many mercenaries dressed in the same way rushed out from cars, houses on the edge of the square, and underground parking lot passages and ran towards the building where the sniper was.

There were a lot of them, nearly a hundred.

These guys, like Jerome, are from a French security provider… Ryder Security Contractors.

I have to say that the sniper chose a very good location, right in front of the World Academy Building. The two buildings were separated by a small square and parking lot, as well as a dual carriageway, and were about four to five hundred meters apart.

What puzzled Jerome was that, as he remembered, the Paris police had gone into this five-story house to check it this morning. How come they didn't find the armed men hiding inside?
Although he was a little confused, it did not stop Jerome from running towards the house. There were at most two snipers in the building, one shooting and the other observing.

For the sake of safety, in addition to the normal employment fees, the Shiyad Group also offered a bounty for the enemy's heads, and the amount was not low.

There are so many Reid mercenaries taking action now, but there are only two bounty targets. It's really a situation of too many wolves and too little meat.

Jerome was not the only one who had this idea, so the rest of Reid's team also acted quickly.

During this process, gunshots suddenly rang out on the second floor of the target building, and a mercenary who was running in front of Jerome with a light machine gun fell down.

"Damn it, he actually dared to fight back!"

Jerome was furious. He immediately thought that the sniper's observer was resisting stubbornly. Not only did he not run away, but he even dared to stop on the second floor and fired at his own side with an assault rifle.

Jerome then raised the FAMAS assault rifle in his arms and wanted to fire at the second floor from more than ten meters away to suppress the enemy with firepower.

Just as Jerome and several other Reid mercenaries who had stopped raised their guns, they saw many people coming out of windows and doors on the first and second floors of the opposite building.

And the most important thing is that these people also have various types of firearms in their hands, and you can tell at a glance that they are not here to surrender.

Jerome's face changed drastically. He didn't have time to think about why there were so many enemies lurking inside.

Jerome, who had just retired from the French Foreign Legion less than a month ago and still retained his battlefield awareness, subconsciously rushed towards the flower bed next to him.

Jerome's reaction was not slow, but it was still too late, or it was useless.

When the gunmen on the first and second floors opened fire, dense rain of bullets poured towards the front of the building. The flower bed in front of Jerome, who had just landed, was smashed to pieces by the dense bullets and could not completely block Jerome's body.

In just two or three seconds, Jerome was riddled with holes, and the heavy bulletproof vest he was wearing could not save his life.

If Jerome was wearing the Dreadnought Armor, perhaps he could hold on a little longer, or even launch a counterattack, but it was just a military bulletproof vest, so forget it.

The other Reid mercenaries nearby could not escape their destined fate either. No matter whether they fled in panic or stood still and fired fiercely, they would be killed by the hail of bullets.

It was a deliberate and unintentional move. The majority of the people attacked the minority. One side had cover and was in a dominant position, while the other side had fewer people and were standing on the side of the road without any cover. More than a dozen mercenaries who ran fast were wiped out.

Only the Reid mercenary who was a little further away saw the danger and found a place to hide, thus escaping the sudden attack.

After dodging the attack, the mercenaries employed by the Shiyad Group reacted quickly, sticking their heads out, or simply standing up and firing at the building with their automatic weapons.

"Machine gunner, open fire and suppress them!"

In the parking lot of the small square, a white commander wearing a green beret angrily ordered into the walkie-talkie in his hand that at least twelve company employees had fallen in the previous wave of attacks.

It is a good thing that they died cleanly, but the problem is that the pensions for so many people will be a big challenge for Reid Company's cash.

If the attackers could not be dealt with quickly, the white commanders could expect that they would lose their bonuses for the year.

After receiving the order, the three Ryder machine gunners lay down in the small square, ready to deploy the light machine guns in their hands.

However, just as they had pulled out the machine gun tripod and were ready to open fire, a new situation arose.

Five gunmen stood up carrying rocket launchers. Amid the flames, five rockets flew over from the fifth-floor roof of the sniper building, dragging long tails of flame.

The launch of these five rockets was not orderly, and their flight trajectories were crooked. They basically fell randomly in different places on the Shiyad Square.

But all this does not undermine the deterrent power of the rockets.

When five rockets exploded, two cars were blown away, a flower bed was destroyed, a public seat was torn apart, and at least five unlucky people were blown away in the dazzling blast.

Not only that, after the rocket exploded, five Lao Gan Ma heavy machine guns also stretched out from behind the windows on different floors of the building and fired at the open space in front of the building.

The appearance of rockets and heavy machine guns caused the entire square to fall into a dead silence in an instant. The white commander stood there in a daze, holding the walkie-talkie, staring blankly at the mercenary 20 meters to his left, wailing with his broken leg in his arms, and couldn't help cursing.

"Oh my God, how did those bastards get so many heavy weapons into Paris!"

However, cursing cannot solve the problem, so he still has to think about how to solve the current problem.

"The machine gunner suppressed the RPG shooter on the roof, and the sniper killed the machine gunner..."

The white commander who was hiding behind a car and shouting non-stop with a walkie-talkie was too conspicuous. Before he could finish his words, the owl sniper who was lying behind the window of a room in the distance found him.

After a gunshot, a hole was blown in the white commander's bulletproof vest on his chest, and some messy internal organs and bulletproof vest fragments flew out behind him.

There was a fist-sized hole in his body, which was undoubtedly a fatal wound. The white commander looked down at his chest in astonishment, then fell limply to the ground, no longer moving.

Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, it could not change the outcome against the large-caliber Battelle anti-material rifle.

There was more than one poker sniper in the building. When the machine gunners among the Reid mercenaries were suppressing the building with fire, the former also fired at them.

After two machine guns stopped firing in succession, the Reid mercenaries at the scene were not stupid and basically all hid themselves.

To be honest, although they were caught off guard and many people died, these mercenaries from Reid Security Contractor were indeed good hands.

In just one minute of firefight, the five-story building was basically plowed by bullets twice, more than half of the building's glass was shattered, and the outer wall was covered with a large number of bullet holes.

The poker gunmen who hid inside and fired outside, as well as the more than 50 rogue gunmen recruited by Huangmao after he came to Paris, were also killed or injured.

The five bazooka shooters on the roof were hit by bullets from below when they fired for the second time. A rocket flew into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

In general, the casualty ratio of both sides was about 1 to 1.5, with the poker cards being 1 and the Reid security contractors and other small mercenaries being 1.5.

The yellow-haired man who was controlling and commanding from a distance didn't care. There were less than fifteen casualties. He didn't care about such small casualties.

While giving remote commands, he ordered the rogue gunmen in the building to drag away the wounded around them, and asked people carrying first aid kits to give them first aid in a safe room. After the bleeding was stopped, they were allowed to retreat back to the barracks.

On the other hand, Huangmao used the authority given to him by the BOSS to call forth five teams of reinforcements and launch a formal charge.

The rogue gunmen, who are mainly equipped with AK series assault rifles, are a special type of troops in Paris. They are Eastern Europeans who like to use Ak47 and 74 small-caliber assault rifles. Their marksmanship is not very good, but they are fierce in character and have high morale.

Their recruitment cost was one-third higher than that of the Volunteer Riflemen, and in actual combat they were also braver than the latter.

After receiving the order to charge, more than 30 rogue gunmen who served as the commando team immediately screamed and climbed out of the main entrance and windows of the building, rushing towards the 500-meter-high Shiyad Building.

People in the building occupied by our side quickly provided fire cover. Five heavy machine guns and five rocket launchers immediately opened fire. Large-caliber machine gun barrages and rockets flew all over the square.

Not to mention the issue of accuracy, in terms of momentum and scene, the suppression effect created by this intensive firepower was still very good. At this time, most of the mercenaries were retreating in panic.

Those who can run are running back, and those who can't run will stay and fight back with all their might.

This kind of thing made Huangmao particularly satisfied. He still had four anti-terrorist commandos, but he would not send out the reserve troops until the critical moment.

Especially in the current situation, it is not suitable for elite troops to appear. In a large-scale shootout, even special forces are at most elite infantry. If one or two people die, it will be a huge loss.

The Reid mercenaries' attack was unsuccessful and they were beaten back.

The attack by more than 30 rogue gunmen was exactly the same and went smoothly in the early stages.

But when the mercenaries fought and retreated successfully to the Shiyad Building, or found cars and flower beds in front of the building as cover and established a basic line of defense, it was the former's turn to suffer.

Even though the rogue gunmen had fire support from heavy machine guns and RPGs, the scattered, unorganized group of thirty-odd gunmen still left more than a dozen bodies behind during the attack.

The problem is not that the fire support from the rear is not strong enough.

On the contrary, the heavy machine gun fire and RPG bombardment set the Shiyad Building ablaze. The building's facade was ravaged and in a mess. The mercenaries inside and in front of the building could hardly raise their heads.

Even so, the mercenaries were able to hold off the rogue gunmen's attacks simply because they had virtually no tactical formation to speak of.

When charging, the rogue gunmen also rush straight forward, never detouring or looking for cover, making them excellent targets.

Although the Reid mercenaries lost nearly twenty bodies on the charge, that was due to the heavy machine guns and RPGs, and was purely a record of firepower suppression.

When the mercenaries were entrenched in the building, their marksmanship was put to good use, and the casualties among the rogue gunmen were caused by them.

You are in a commanding position, moving straight ahead, and the enemy will not hide. What an ideal shooting target it is.

Even with the continuous bombardment of heavy machine guns and RPGs, the mercenaries will not turn a blind eye to the walking bounty.

Moreover, during the battle, the Poker Organization's machine gunners and rocket launchers continued to suffer casualties.

This kind of back-and-forth battle with casualties on both sides was so exciting that the reporters hiding on the edge of the battlefield were so excited that they turned into war correspondents and urged the photographers to take pictures of the battle.

The casualties of the rogue gunmen in the building skyrocketed. Huangmao didn't realize why at first, because he didn't care about casualties. At the same time, he was not a professional soldier and thought that casualties were normal.

It was not until three machine gunners behind a heavy machine gun had been replaced in succession and the only two owl sniper teams reported to him that Huangmao realized that something was wrong.

"There are snipers inside the Shiyad Building as well... It looks like my men can't get through."

The American officials, Spade 4 and Spade 5, who were secretly observing in another place, also made the same judgment.

Soon, in another direction, behind the World Trade Center building, on another main road that was also blocked by Paris police, a large truck came speeding towards them.

(End of this chapter)