At this moment, many scenes flashed through Charlotte's mind, including those in the past and those in this life, just like the dying death before his death.

It's so unlucky, he's not dead yet!

"Swish~~"

A vendor at a hot dog stall threw away the clip in his hand and took out a big hot dog from below. No, it was an AK.

This is not the famous AK-47, but the more brutal and better AKM. Other gang members are operating with the hawkers.

They rushed out of the streets and alleys and the crowd. Some were holding rifles and some were holding pistols, but without exception, they all pointed at Charlotte and Old Jack, as if they were about to pull the trigger in the next second.

"Down~~"

Charlotte whispered to Old Jack and fell into the middle of the road.

"Ka~Ka~Ka~"

The unique sound of the AK gun family's 7.62mm bullet sounded instantly, and it collapsed directly on Charlotte's 066 police locomotive, and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.

It is worthy of being a modified product that cost a lot of money, and even AK cannot be worn.

With his head down, the cat was behind the motorcycle. Charlotte drew his gun and looked back. He saw that Old Jack also fell down. The two BMW R1200RTs, one on the left and one on the right, became the wall of life for both of them.

As we all know, the American imperial people are living in a hot and hot spot, so police cars, whether they are cars or motorcycles, must be modified. The cars will reinforce the anti-collision beam and the overall structure of the body, and steel plates will be added to the front door for bulletproof.

As for the locomotive, it also focused on strengthening the protection of the fuel tank and engine, and it had a strong bunker bulletproof function.

However, Charlotte knew that if he didn't fight back, no one would know how long these desperadoes would take to capture the bunker and kill them.

It is likely before the support arrives!

The First Team of the Boston General Administration, S.W.A.T quickly assembled, Richard, who had been equipped with tactical equipment, got on the car together with the team members and rushed to Lorraine Road in the B-3 area.

"OK, I'll give you a brief introduction. The other party is a gang member of the Morros Gang, with more than ten people, holding automatic firepower, and is besieging two Mounted Police."

"One of them was Officer Sherlock who killed two members of the other party a few days ago. He and his partner were trapped in the middle of Lorraine Road."

Richard said quickly, and he didn't expect that the accident would be Charlotte he met two days ago. This was a very spiritual young man. If he died at the hands of those scumbags, the entire Boston Police Department would suffer losses.

Now I just want them to hold on for a while.

"Ka~Ka~Ka~Ka~Ka..."

Bullets flew everywhere in a series of gunfires, and the irrelevant masses had already dispersed, leaving only two gangs of people shooting at each other like sandwiches.

Juan's son Sanchez stood in front with AKM in a fierce look on his face.

"Officer Sherlock! Are you very capable of fighting? Are you not 1V2? Why don't you even dare to show your head now?"

The provocative words had no effect in Charlotte's ears. He still had this kind of determination in his two lives, but he didn't have much ammunition.

Although he didn't show up just now, Charlotte still shot an empty magazine for suppressing and firing, and only one of the two spare magazines was left.

"Sherlock, S.W.A.T has already rushed to you, so you must hold on!"

Listening to Smith's radio notification, Charlotte didn't know what to say for a moment. Will the thirty-four bullets be dragged to that time?

"Jack, how many bullets do you have left?"

"I only have one and a half magazines left. To be honest, I feel that Linda's cooking is not that bad, but unfortunately I may never be able to eat it again in my life."

Old Jack responded gaspingly, his gun was an M9, and only fifteen bullets per magazine, one and a half, only twenty-two and three rounds.

As for Linda, what Charlotte usually hears the most is that Old Jack complains that the food his wife cooks is unpalatable and would rather eat pizza and burgers outside, but now this situation makes him feel that it is possible that he will never go back.

"Don't worry, Jack, we can't die today!"

"Cruff~~"

Just as Charlotte comforted Jack, a pickup truck rushed out of the street corner and rushed straight towards the two of them.

Sure enough, Charlotte was shocked. If he turned around immediately, he might have been killed by the other party in the car, but they appeared now to hit him and Jack directly.

Fxxk  you  mother!

In the flash, Charlotte kicked the barrel of the Remington M870MCS in the rear frame.

"Click~~"

The shotgun instantly broke out from the tail frame slot, and the pistol-shaped grip fell into Charlotte's hand.

"Bang~~"

The trigger was pulled, and a No. 12 single-headed shotgun left the barrel under the advance of gunpowder gas, penetrated the windshield and directly hit the driver's forehead.

As soon as he hit the soul, he directly shot his head. While his brain was spilling over the front windshield, the pickup also lost control. He bypassed Charlotte and the others and then hit the fire hydrant on the street.

"Dong~~sque~~"

The water column is sprayed out under the action of pressure, and is reflected in the color of the rainbow by the warm sunlight in the morning.

The sudden change paused the gunshots at the scene, and Charlotte took advantage of this gap to load the shotgun again.

"Jack, take this and give me the pistol!"

"good!"

While taking the shotgun from Charlotte, Jack gave his M9 and the only full magazine to Charlotte. As a partner, he almost knew what Charlotte was going to do.

After retreating the magazine with only half of the bullets left by M9, Charlotte loaded the magazine so that he would have two pistols full of bullets.

Richard's intermediate light weapons proficiency has practiced the double gun flow, and to break the deadlock, Charlotte prepares for experiments.

He took off his police uniform and handed it to Jack. Charlotte picked up two pistols again and pointed the muzzle at the right hand direction.

The understanding old Jack threw the clothes in his hand to the right.

"Crazy~~"

The dark blue police uniform opened in the wind, attracting everyone's attention like a target. They involuntarily pulled the trigger, and hundreds of bullets instantly knocked the police uniform into a fishing net.

No, it's the policeman's trap, when everyone realizes they've been cheated.

"Swish~~"

Charlotte, holding two guns on the left, jumped out.

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang..."

Amid the rapid gunfire, five or six gang members on one side of the street were beaten up instantly.

"Sanchez!"

Seeing his son lying in a pool of blood, Juan Morros on the other side shouted in dismay!

Why, why can't even deal with two ordinary mount policemen with more than a dozen people, even with fully automatic rifles?

Is it great to have automatic weapons? Is it great to be cruel and ruthless? They are just a group of mobs without professional training. They can fight back if they grasp their weaknesses.

"Ka~Ka~Ka..."

Juan and his men who reacted turned their guns together, and all the bullets greeted Charlotte.

Charlotte landed as the stray missile flew, which made the 14-point agility reach the extreme and leaned directly behind the pickup truck that hit the fire hydrant.

However, before Charlotte could take a breath, AKM's bullet followed again, and passed through the paper-like body and hit the brick wall, with stone chips splashing everywhere.

Even if Charlotte had never been a soldier in his two lives, he knew that he had to crawl forward at this time because this pickup truck could not be used as a cover.
Chapter completed!