America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 156 Sniper Moment 4K

Not to mention the many people on the scene whose brains went blank, even those listening in the command center felt as if the wrinkles in their brains had been smoothed out for a moment.

Frank thought for a moment that he had dialed the wrong number, but he was sure he had dialed directly from his contacts, so there was no way he could have dialed the wrong number.

"What the hell! Mike, what the hell are you doing?"

"There's no Mike here, only Patrick!"

(Fun fact: The first season of SpongeBob SquarePants aired in July 1999.)

As Frank felt a surge of anger rising, he also sensed something was wrong. Mike wouldn't make such a joke under these circumstances, so there was only one answer.

At this moment, Sean on the other end of the line felt that this kind of crazy stunt on the phone looked familiar, and shouted "0!" into Frank's phone.

"Rosen, is that you?"

"Commander Arthur, I thought you would have found out sooner."

"Fuck! Who would have thought you'd make a joke like this at a time like this! So John Byrne has been rescued by you?"

""

"That is..."

Rosen's voice stopped abruptly, and Frank hung up the phone immediately.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He knew the deal was completely ruined, so he had no choice but to try using force.

"Kill them!"

"Fire!"

The FBI and Castro's gang simultaneously drew their guns and opened fire.

Gunfire erupted in the warehouse in an instant.

The FBI only had three people, and they also had to protect Adams Byrne. At first, they were suppressed by the Castro gang's seven guns.

Moreover, Frank had planted many gang members in the warehouse, and they all appeared when he gave the order.

That is to say, Sean brought the elite of the FBI's front-line agents; otherwise, there would have already been casualties by now.

"Back up! Back up! It'll be safe once we're outside the warehouse!"

Sean covered Adams Byrne's retreat, knowing that snipers were positioned outside, and with their protection, the situation would be completely reversed.

However, at that moment, Sean noticed someone closing the warehouse door outside, and he frantically yelled into his wireless headset.

"Fuck! Someone's closing the warehouse door! Snipers, what are you doing? We need backup!"

Cole, who was in the command room, also noticed the situation and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to inquire.

"What are the snipers doing? Provide immediate support! And mobile units, move in immediately to control the situation!"

But the answer from the walkie-talkie completely stunned Cole.

"Chief, we've entered the area, but we haven't seen anyone!"

"What do you mean? You mean you didn't see a single person?"

"Yes! There was no fighting, and we didn't see any of our people. Everything is calm!"

These words infuriated Sean, who was on the same channel.

"What the hell! We're almost killed, and you're saying there wasn't a fight?"

In fact, just by listening to the gunshots, one could already tell how intense the battle was on the ground.

"Sean, calm down! I'll send other agents to support you! What's going on with the SWAT team? Where are you guys now?"

The commander of the mobile unit answered Cole.

Cole then realized that the address the mobile unit went to was only a few letters different from the real transaction address, making the genuine article a fake.

No wonder we can't hear any sounds of battle or see any people.

"Fuck! How could such a huge blunder have happened?"

Even with his excellent composure, Cole couldn't help but swear when faced with such a situation.

Now we can't count on the mobile units and snipers; by the time they get back from the other warehouse, it'll be too late.

Cole had no choice but to send out the agents who were originally there to clean up the mess, in an attempt to salvage the dire situation.

Just then, a gunshot rang out outside the warehouse, much to the surprise of Sean and his agents.

"The reinforcements arrived so quickly?"

The next second, a handsome Asian youth wearing a suit and sunglasses rushed in, holding a Glock 18 with an oversized drum magazine in his hand.

"What a lavish gift!"

Every gang member who saw the gun was startled.

Immediately, the G18 began unleashing a torrent of bullets. Its terrifying rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute was no different from that of a machine gun. No gang member dared to show their face in the face of such firepower; it was no different from gambling with their life.

"Sean, take Mr. Byrne away quickly!"

Taking advantage of a lull in the firepower, Rosen quickly reminded Sean to evacuate.

Without hesitation, Sean immediately led Adams and the other agents out of the warehouse.

"Rosen, watch yourself!"

"Don't worry! I'll be fine!"

Frank, who was being suppressed by the massive drum magazine firepower of the G18, realized that the situation was not good. He immediately led his trusted confidant France out of the warehouse through a small door to try to intercept Adams.

Frank also made a phone call.

"It's your turn to make a move!"

A lazy male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I've seen it. Is it enough to spare the old man's life?"

"Yes! Kill everyone around that old man! Don't let them get in my way."

"No problem!"

boom!

A loud gunshot rang out, and one of the agents next to Sean was shot in the head on the spot.

"Watch out! There's a sniper!"

Sean immediately pushed Adams behind cover, but the sniper fired very quickly, and another agent was also hit in the shoulder by a bullet and fell to the ground screaming.

This sniper rifle is clearly not of the police caliber. You can see a huge bloody hole in the shoulder of the detective who was shot. It is estimated that even if he is saved, he will have to retire from front-line work.

"Boss, I've taken down two. The remaining two are hiding behind cover. You can try to force them out."

"I'll be there right away!"

Inside the warehouse, Rosen also heard the sound of sniper rifles outside, and the G18's firing paused for a moment.

At that moment, a gang member used the obstacles to get close and tried to ambush Rosen.

Unfortunately, against Rosen, who possesses the Spider Ace, any sneak attack is meaningless.

With one hand, Rosen continued to pull the trigger to suppress the gang members in the distance, while with the other hand he pulled out a Taser, making the clever little devil who wanted to sneak up do a breakdance for a while.

In the instant the oversized drum was completely destroyed, Rosen quickly retreated from the warehouse, pulled the warehouse door shut, and used an iron bar on the ground to jam it shut.

"Sean, what happened?"

"There's a sniper! You'd better be careful!"

Sniper?

After hearing Sean's reminder, Rosen also felt a sharp sense of crisis.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rosen immediately lunged toward the cover beside him.

Just as this action was completed, another loud gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck the warehouse's large iron door, leaving a dent.

"Fuck! There really is a sniper."

Rosen immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lindsay, haven't you entered yet?"

"I've arrived! I saw you being sniped, but I haven't pinpointed the sniper's location yet."

Svefa's voice carried a chill, clearly indicating her anger at Rosen being sniped.

However, in such a dark environment, it is not easy to find the sniper's location. Even if Svefa is an excellent sniper, she can only slowly pinpoint the sniper's exact location.

But this wasn't a problem for Rosen; the Spider Ace's effect allowed him to easily pinpoint the sniper's location, even though he hadn't actually looked at the sniper's position.

"Lincy, I know where the sniper is. He's on top of the crane at the five o'clock position in the warehouse!"

"I saw it!"

The next second, a muffled gunshot rang out, and then a figure fell from the top of the crane.

Then another, completely different gunshot rang out, startling everyone present except Rosen.

"Rosen, it's all taken care of! You'd better be careful though, there might be other snipers!"

"I will."

Rosen immediately stepped out from behind cover to test the waters. Since Spider Ace didn't issue a warning, he alerted Sean, who was in the distance.

"Sean, the sniper I hired took out Castro's sniper. We're safe now!"

"What the hell! Was that the sniper you hired who just fired the shot?"

"That's right, you'd better take Mr. Byrne away right now!"

After hearing Rosen's words, Sean gritted his teeth and stepped out of the cover to test the waters. Sure enough, no sniper continued to fire.

Without further hesitation, Sean and another agent led Adams to evacuate.

This infuriated Frank, who had just come out from the other side of the warehouse.

"Fuck! Didn't I tell you to kill those guys?"

There was no response from the phone.

Because of the noise in the environment, Frank didn't hear the sniper being killed, nor did he see the sniper fall from the top of the crane.

But the sniper's silence alerted Frank, who noticed something amiss. The cunning fellow leaned against the warehouse wall and waved his hand.

"Go and catch those three men, don't let them get away!"

The Castro gang members didn't think twice and rushed out with their pistols.

Rosen happened to be right next to these guys, his G18, equipped with an extra-large drum magazine, was already fully loaded with bullets, so he pulled the trigger and started firing wildly.

The terrifying rate of fire, coupled with the lack of tactical awareness among the Castro gang members, resulted in several of them being wiped out on the spot.

The gang members were so frightened that they immediately shrank back.

Frank, enraged, yelled and shouted from behind.

"Keep pushing! Don't be afraid!"

The situation might have been better if Frank had taken the lead and charged forward himself; the problem was that he stayed behind while letting others charge ahead.

Gang members join the underworld to get rich, not to become cannon fodder.

If you want to be cannon fodder, why not add mold?

This is also a limitation of gangs; the discipline of gang members is not enough to make them risk their lives unless there is a huge profit involved.

"Fuck! I'll give a million dollars to anyone who catches Adams Byrne!"

Left with no other option, Frank had to offer his men a hefty reward to motivate them to fight to the death.

Sure enough, several daring gang members, spurred by the money, took the initiative and used metal plates as shields to continue their charge toward Adams.

You know what, the G18's 9mm bullets really don't do much against these metal plates unless you can hit the same spot repeatedly.

However, the G18 is not known for its precision.

"Rosen, do you need my help?"

"No need! Lindsay, one shot is enough. I don't want you to get into trouble."

Svefar wasn't an FBI agent, and Rosen didn't want her to attract the FBI's attention.

These caring words filled Svefa's heart with sweetness, but she was still a little worried about Rosen.

"Rosen, how are you going to stop them?"

"I happened to seize some interesting gadgets this afternoon, maybe I can try them out."

As he spoke, Rosen threw a metal ball the size of an egg in the direction the gang members were charging.

Because the environment was relatively dark, the gang members did not notice the metal sphere, but the next second they all covered their ears and screamed.

"Wow, it works really well!"

"Rosen, what did you throw?"

"It's an ultrasonic weapon, and it's quite well concealed."

The second charge failed completely, and with the Chevrolet Suburban bearing the FBI logo now faintly visible in the distance, Frank finally realized that all was lost.

"Fuck! Run!"

Frank decisively abandoned the mission and began to escape with the rest of his men.

However, at this point, escaping would be quite difficult, as FBI agents arrived from all directions and gradually surrounded the dock.

"Rosen, Frank Castro has begun his escape!"

"What! Which way did he run?"

"He ran towards the back of the warehouse; it seems he wanted to leave by boat!"

Since it was a mission, Rosen certainly couldn't let Frank get away, but just as he was about to give chase, the sound of a sniper rifle rang out again.

"Lincy, did you fire the gun?"

"I didn't fire! Damn it, how come there's a third sniper? That guy shot Adams Byrne!"

"What did you say? Did you see the sniper's position?"

"No! That sniper must be in my blind spot!"

Rosen was torn between chasing after Frank or going back to check on Adams.

Fortunately, Sweefer helped Rosen make the choice.

"Rosen, I'll go track down Frank Castro for you. Go back and check on Adams Byrne!"

"Okay! Lindsay, please be careful!"

"Heh, this kind of small scene is nothing to me!"

If this is considered a minor incident, does that mean Svefa participated in the Gulf War before?

Rosen raised an eyebrow, increasingly curious about what Svefa used to do.

However, Rosen still gave Svefa a reminder.

"Lincy, I know you're very capable, but many experts have fallen victim to unexpected events. I don't want to see anything happen to you!"

Rosen's words deeply moved Svefa on the other end of the phone, and her voice became even gentler.

"I will be careful."

The call has ended, and it may not be convenient to continue the call.

Rosen headed straight for the direction where Sean and Adams had just retreated, and saw Adams lying in a pool of blood. Sean was trying to give Adams first aid, but it didn't seem to be working.

"Sean, do you see the sniper?"

"No! That guy fired one shot and then didn't fire again."

"Didn't you put a bulletproof vest on Byrne?"

"Of course I put it on him! The enemy was using a military sniper rifle; ordinary body armor wouldn't stop them at all! Byrne is able to breathe now thanks to this body armor!"

However, Adams Byrne was also left barely breathing.

(Lincy Sweefer)