Bang!
The second green-headed bullet accurately struck the exposed side of the pickup truck, and with incredible luck, blasted the fuel tank.
The three ard n in the back instantly beca human torches, screaming as they ran a few steps before collapsing motionless on the roadside.
"Retreat 500 ters." Jack shouted, patting the roof of the truck to remind Gaspare.
The truck drove for a while before coming to a steady stop again.
Although small-caliber bullets were practically useless at this distance, there were countless examples of people dying from stray bullets on the battlefield. Scattered bullets were already whizzing past, and the enemy's counterattack would beco increasingly fierce. What if they were hit by sheer luck?
Jack tried his best to keep his team at maximum range, not wanting to risk his life testing the limits of his healing spells.
The heavy rifle's accuracy wasn't all that great; with the crowd packed together, as long as the trajectory of the bullets was calculated, hitting people wasn't a problem.
But now the crowd was scattered, and targeting each person individually was beyond the capabilities of a master-level skill, and also inefficient.
So Jack switched to armor-piercing incendiary rounds, specifically waiting for vehicles equipped with heavy machine guns or carrying people to rush out of the town.
The forr were the main threat; the Abu Sayyaf group basically possessed only two types of heavy firepower: heavy machine guns and rocket launchers. Taking down each one would alleviate so of the pressure on the subsequent defensive battle.
Bang!
Another car was blown up, flas shooting into the sky. Ammunition boxes, possibly inside, were detonated one after another under the intense heat of the flas, creating a chaotic scene.
Of course, the militants weren't characters in a ga, just mindlessly staring at the only road leading north. Caravans poured out from the east and west sides, attempting to flank them.
Jack estimated the ti in his mind, and after blowing up two more vehicles, he quickly put away his gun and threw the bag containing the remaining magazines through the rear window, which had been tinted beforehand.
Then, with a nimble movent, he slipped into the back seat.
"Let's go, let's lead them onto the main road." Jack picked up his military tablet; the drone had already marked all the surrounding vehicles.
Gaspare stared at him for two seconds, as if he were just recognizing him. His lips twitched, but no sound ca out; his mouth seed to be uttering a single word, "Monster."
Jack patted the back of the driver's seat, annoyed. "If we don't leave now, we'll be surrounded."
Gaspare shook his head, slamd on the gas, and the pickup truck sped away, kicking up a long cloud of dust.
A dozen or so ard vehicles of various types rushed out of the town in hot pursuit. They were furious.
They had been holding a triumphant rally, preparing to capture hostages, their livelihoods for the next few years seemingly secured, when their hideout was attacked.
Although the casualties were not many compared to the total of over 300, the scene was horrific. More than twenty bodies, dismbered or disemboweled, lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
Two of the new recruits were terrified on the spot, hiding in a corner, watching the hellish scene unfold before them, soiling themselves in the process.
Radulan Sahiron, still shaken from being hit in the eye by shrapnel, heard that only one vehicle had carried out the attack from the main road outside town, and he cursed loudly.
Ignoring his henchman behind him who was trying to bandage his wound, he personally directed the convoy to try and outflank these audacious n.
"Too fast! Too fast! Slow down to 45 miles per hour, or they won't be able to keep up."
Jack stared at the vehicles marked with red triangles on the tablet, which gradually stretched into a long convoy. If only an attack helicopter could get in now, its machine guns alone could wipe them all out.
But that was just wishful thinking. He put down the tablet and mounted the heavy rifle on the rear window. Although it was bumping around a lot, there was still plenty of ammunition.
From the start until now, they had used less than half of their regular rounds and less than two magazines of armored incendiary rounds. Wasting a little was no big deal; the key was to maintain their aggression.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pickup truck at the front, equipped with a heavy machine gun, had just overtaken its companions' vehicles and hadn't even had a chance to fire a few shots when its front end was blown up.
The hood flew high, and the driver jerked the steering wheel in fright, causing the truck to veer off course and plunge into a roadside ditch.
Jack didn't even dare to continue firing. The road was a bit narrow, and if they blocked it, their plan to lure the enemy would fail.
In this chase, less than 20 minutes later, they were almost at the fork in the road leading to the abandoned mine.
Jack heard Shebeck's excited voice through his headset.
"How the hell did you do that? Are you so kind of superhuman?"
He had a tablet in his hand that could share the drone's cara feed, and he had clearly seen Jack's godlike maneuver.
The ultra-long-range rapid fire at nearly two kiloters distance had turned a semi-automatic sniper rifle into sothing resembling a heavy machine gun's burst fire. Not only was sniper Lake stunned, but even machine gunner Isaac was dumbfounded.
"Stop talking nonsense, are you all ready?" Jack also felt that his performance had gone a bit too far. But what can he do, their survival was at stake.
While he was lost in thought, Shebeck, who was hiding sowhere, suddenly shouted in the channel, "You've arrived, this is it."
Gaspare, who was also wearing a headset, imdiately released the accelerator and instead of stepping on the brake, manually downshifted to slow down using the engine.
The pursuers, six or seven hundred ters behind them, suddenly beca excited. In the two leading vehicles, so even leaned out of the windows, wildly firing their assault rifles.
Jack and Gaspare, equipped with gear, took cover in the hood of their vehicle, leaning against the sturdy engine, occasionally firing back a couple of shots, as if their car had broken down and they had nowhere to escape.
The pursuing convoy gradually closed in, and the leading vehicles stopped about two hundred ters away. A few clever guys, fearing Jack's sniper rifle would unleash its power again, took turns firing suppressive shots at them.
"Is the position good?" Jack, asked, was riddled with bullets, turning the battle-damaged pickup truck into a sieve.
"Perfect! Hold on a little longer, they're gathering in larger numbers." Shebeck's excited voice rose, as if anticipating so grand spectacle.
"That's enough already, or we'll all be riddled with holes."
Gaspare had two bloody gashes on his shoulder, and Jack had a piece of flesh torn off his waist by a stray bullet that sohow ricocheted.
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