The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Stay here, someone will come to find you later."

In the sewer, Mason pointed to the fat tour guide who was dressed like a boy scout and looked honest and said, "Take good care of these people, everything will be over soon, and you will all be fine."

"Okay, okay, sir." The fat man nodded like pounding garlic, turned around and tried to comfort the tourists who had been tortured by fear and hunger for two days and one night.

Seeing Mason turning around and wanting to return to the inspection port that was blown to pieces, a fat black woman asked worriedly.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

"Go and see if a certain arrogant boy is dead." Mason bent down and disappeared into the drainage pipe.

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Of course Jack didn't die. After setting up the booby trap, he returned to the prison area with an M16A4 assault rifle taken from the sergeant whose neck he broke, intending to trap another person.

Unexpectedly, after waiting here for a long time, after a burst of fine footsteps, what appeared in front of him was Mason's old face.

"Why are you back again?"

"It seems that you don't want to see me again." The old man heard the impatience in his tone.

Jack thought that I couldn't do anything with you around, but he couldn't say that. He could only hand him an M9, which was also captured from his waist, which was the US version of Beretta 92F pistol, and then pointed helplessly at the top of his head.

"This is your last chance to leave here. Don't underestimate modern technology. As long as you leave the rooftop, you will be discovered by drones."

"Now I believe you really want to let me go." The old man stuffed a small note into Jack's pocket and patted it gently.

"Do you like tropical islands in the Caribbean?"

"This is the west coast. Are you planning to swim through the Panama Canal?" Jack couldn't help rolling his eyes and reported a string of phone numbers.

"Find this Ms. Anna and tell her you are a fan of Joan Doe's books and want a signed novel by this author. She will arrange everything."

Mason repeated the number several times in his mind and was about to say thank you when the sound of helicopter propellers came from outside the prison building.

"They actually chose to escape directly and didn't even plan to come back to capture a few hostages?" Jack felt a little incredible. This was not a rational choice that a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time would make.

Thinking of the few words he overheard before, he couldn't help but move his heart and said to Mason, "If you are not in a hurry to leave, are you interested in going back to the guard room with me?"

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The guard room used as a command center was still filled with a smell of gunpowder and blood, just like a battlefield.

General Hammer held a stainless steel M1911 pistol in his hand, hugged the body of Major Buster and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, his eyes did not blink, as if he had lost his soul.

"Don't do stupid things, general." Jack pointed the M16A4 in his hand at Hammer and walked slowly into the room.

Just when he and Mason behind him thought that the general had lost his mind due to the blow, Hammer had come to his senses, and his resolute face regained the serious expression unique to soldiers.

"Don't worry, I promised them that I would stay and take on everything."

He pressed the magazine release button, and as the magazine slid off, he skillfully pulled the slide to eject the bullets in the chamber, then slowly stood up and threw the pistol to Jack.

"This was given to me by the president after the end of the Second Gulf War. Now it is your trophy. To be honest, I am surprised that you are not a "Marun" or even a soldier."

Jack inserted the exquisite pistol into his waist, shook his head and did not respond. He really didn't know what was good about being a "Marun". He had to do the hardest work with the worst equipment in all branches of the military.

He didn't care about the life or death of the general. I believe that most people in the Pentagon should also hope that this general would be better off dead.

The reason for coming back is that Jack has no communication tools at hand and needs to borrow the radio here.

Just as he was thinking hard about the radio knowledge he had learned during the training in Virginia Beach, trying to contact the joint operations center on the other side to tell them that all the hostages were safely rescued,

While tying Hammer with a cable tie he found, Mason, who was looking out the window, suddenly said, "Jack, the situation of your friends may be a little bad."

Jack looked towards the lighthouse in a daze, and saw that the MH53 "Low Altitude Pavement" of the two helicopters parked not far from the pier had already taken off, and the propeller of the other MH-60R Seahawk was already spinning at full speed, and it was about to leave the ground.

But the "Low Altitude Pavement" did not enter low-altitude flight as Jack expected, avoiding radar detection and fleeing to the open sea. Instead, it flew towards the lighthouse and began to use the onboard machine gun to shoot at the lighthouse.

Fuck, these psychopaths were still thinking about venting their anger before leaving. Jack cursed inwardly, but he was helpless.

There are two VX missiles on the lighthouse. If they are blown up, it will be a big scene. No one on this Devil Island will survive. With today's wind direction, the joint operations center built next to the Fisherman's Wharf on the other side and the coastal areas may be affected.

Looking at the M16A4 with only a red dot scope in his hand, Jack gritted his teeth and rushed out of the guard room and ran to the metal stairs leading to the roof.

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Although the MH53 "Pave Low" is a transport helicopter, it is also equipped with a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun.

After taking off, it circled to the sea side of the cliff and began to fire at the lighthouse. For a while, glass and gravel flew everywhere, and bullets occasionally formed extremely dangerous ricochets on the hard concrete wall.

Fortunately, the seals were not completely defenseless. Jack had just rushed to the top of the prison building when two wisps of white smoke almost simultaneously cut through the air, and the shoulder-fired Stinger missiles arrived in an instant.

Previously, the drone had delivered a total of two Stinger anti-aircraft missile launchers. After successfully climbing the cliff, the seals did not forget to use slings to get them all up.

"Puff puff puff puff puff."

"Pave Low" began to increase its altitude as soon as the warning radar sounded, and the decoy bombs were released almost at the same time as the two Stingers were launched.

One Stinger missed the target and exploded into a ball of fireworks in the decoy bomb with a long trajectory, but the other Stinger still went straight to the target and exploded almost close to the tail of the helicopter.

Seeing the huge fuselage of the "Low-Altitude Paving" spinning and falling into the sea, before the seal in the lighthouse could catch his breath, a fire flashed under the rack of another MH-60R "Sea Hawk" that had just taken off, and a Hellfire went straight to the lighthouse.

Amid the huge explosion, the middle section of the 30-40 meter high lighthouse seemed to be bitten horizontally by a monster, and a huge gap appeared in an instant, looking precarious.

"Da da da da da da."

Jack, who was 400 to 500 meters away from the "Sea Hawk", almost pulled the trigger, but the weak power of the 5.56mm bullet could only create a few sparks on the thick armor of the fuselage.

The sudden attack obviously made the helicopter pilot a little stunned, and he gave up the idea of ​​launching all the Hellfire missiles under the wings in one breath.

After climbing slightly higher, the "Sea Hawk" turned around and soon found the villain on the roof in the distance who dared to shoot at him.

The 30mm cannon under the cabin fired instantly, and the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory was like the whip of death wielded by the god of death, whipping directly towards Jack.

Throwing away the broken gun with an empty magazine, Jack did not retreat but advanced, jumping down from the rooftop of the prison building nearly 20 meters high.

After landing, he rolled over with the force to avoid the fragments of the wall behind him that were smashed by the machine gun, and instantly used healing to repair his slightly fractured ankle. Jack staggered a few steps and readjusted his steps.

Before the "Sea Hawk" adjusted its direction and fired again, he rushed into the wall on the other side of the building. Someone's heart beat like a drum. Just now was probably the closest he had been to death since his rebirth.

Listening to the sound of the helicopter's propeller flying over his head, Jack looked at the cliff in front of him and thought to himself, could it be that he had to force himself to jump off the cliff once to complete today's matter?

Just as he squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky to find the trace of the helicopter, four straight white lines cut through the sky. The MH-60R "Sea Hawk" exploded into a fireball in the sky, and the wreckage slowly fell into the sea.

Then two F/A-18s came over the sea at low altitude with white sonic boom clouds. The altitude was so low that it even left two long shock waves on the light blue sea surface.

Until this time, a rumbling sound wave like thunder finally came.

The soles of Jack's military boots also left a gray mark on the ground, and they stopped at the edge of the cliff. A few small stones rolled down into the sea.