King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 395 - 381 Fierce Battle

Both sides were less than 200 meters apart, the rounds fired from Ayu’s MK-48 lashed out at the convoy like a whip, drenching several unlucky souls who remained inside their vehicles in a spray of blood.

Nevertheless, the MK-48 was not the Fire God; although its firepower was fierce, the rate of fire meant that the bullets did not land as densely as one might imagine.

The reason why the Fire God or close-defense guns are so powerful is not because their bullets are intrinsically that mighty, but due to the extremely high rate of fire, which effectively creates an inevitable ’fire chain’.

In reality, a machine gunner’s so-called sweeping fire, once beyond 100 meters, will see the intervals between bullets growing larger due to the rate of fire and the speed of the gunner’s arm swing.

The primary purpose of a machine gunner’s sweeping fire is suppression, so a truly excellent gunner aiming to kill or suppress will use rhythmic three-round bursts or aimed rapid fire.

Ayu’s arms were stable as a vise, but she had to cover too broad an area; the object of the first strike was to stop all the vehicles, naturally necessitating broad sweeps of the gun barrel, so each vehicle was left with 3 to 5 bullet holes.

However, this already terrified the drug traffickers riding inside. Remaining in the vehicles turned them into targets, so they frantically pushed the doors open and fled towards the entrance.

Through the holographic sight, Joe Ga locked onto a guy who was being pushed out by the neck...

After a loud "bang," the fellow was hit in the back.

A few men, resembling bodyguards, dragged the unfortunate fellow into the space between vehicles, then began shouting something loudly...

Joe Ga knew he must have hit an important figure, but the guy was probably wearing a bulletproof vest because he wasn’t dead.

Following the bodyguards’ yells, the traffickers began to fight back.

An HRT-specialized armored vehicle shielded several black SUVs as they rushed to the road opposite the warehouse’s perimeter wall; six HRT members and over a dozen FBI agents piled out, using the armored vehicles for cover, they began to suppress the traffickers trying to escape.

After killing a few people, just as the HRT members were about to advance the battle line a few dozen meters forward to form an effective crossfire with Joe Ga and his team inside the warehouse,

They hadn’t expected the stalled trucks weren’t empty – each was loaded with a squad of fully-armed trafficker special forces...

These men were clearly well-trained and carried high-quality weaponry.

Most of them were equipped with AR rifles, and a small number wielded 5.45 caliber MG240 machine guns.

Several HRT members, holding AR rifles and not yet having crossed the highway to find cover, were pressed down by a gang of fierce traffickers’ special forces, firing even more wildly.

Several FBI agents wielding submachine guns were batted down with agonizing yells, crawling all over the ground desperately.

This was the main force of the traffickers!

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A trade involving 2 tons of drugs and 200 million US dollars not only required a large number of hands for moving goods, but both parties were also ferocious traffickers. Without a hundred or so men standing behind, one really couldn’t feel secure.

These trafficker special forces knew they had walked into an ambush and, now shielding themselves with trucks, avoided the machine gun fire from the warehouse roof, all focused on breaking out to find a way to survive.

The six HRT members could hardly stop them with just their AR rifles, only managing to hold on thanks to the protection from the armored vehicle.

As for the FBI agents, well, Americans might be used to gunfights, but these agents had never really been in war. Shooting at the enemy from a distance of seventy to eighty meters away was simply too horrifying.

Among the remaining agents were Agent Lesler and Victoria, both of whom had previous contact with Joe Ga.

Lesler was lying on the ground with a UMP submachine gun in hand, peering through a narrow view under a car toward the trafficker special forces diagonally across the street...

Watching a masked man, under the cover of his companions, emerge carrying an RPG, he yelled in panic, "Watch out, RPG..."

Before his voice faded, a bullet from a building on their west side fired, striking the man squarely in the chest.

A .338 Lapua Magnum round fired from a G29 easily penetrated the bulletproof vest of the drug trafficker, causing him to fall backwards, and as his arm went limp, the RPG’s launch tube pointed downward and fired the rocket into the middle of the road.

After a loud "boom," two machine guns roared from the top floor of that building.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Nis and Tony each manned a PKM, shooting fiercely at the drug traffickers who were about to reach the wire gate.

Nis was an obvious expert, firing five rounds at a time, creating a small lethal zone with the natural shake of the gun muzzle; he handled the machine gun with great rhythm.

But Tony struggled; it was his first time in battle, pulling the trigger in a flurry that he couldn’t stop soon enough, emptying a 200-round magazine in less than a minute.

The only upside to his unchecked burst-firing was that it pushed the trafficker special forces back, but it also drew a torrent of return fire.

In a battlefield, the primary targets are always the snipers, followed by machine gunners.

When the traffickers suppressing the HRT’s machine gunners turned their barrels to suppress Nis and his team, Nis crouched by the window struggled to endure.

The two sides were less than three hundred meters apart; even fools could locate the machine gunner’s position.

"Dada dada dada..."

"Dada dada dada..."

Multiple bullets struck near the window in front of Nis, and seeing Tony, his body half-exposed, frantically changing the ammo box, Nis kicked him angrily on the butt and cursed, "Are you fucking insane?"

"Stay down!"

Upon hearing this, Tony cried out anxiously, "Master, they’re going to charge out..."

Lao Niu rolled his massive eyes and, sticking close to the wall, grasped his PKM and sprayed bullets out haphazardly, attracting an even more violent counterattack at their position...

While Tony was confused about what Lao Niu was doing, he heard two gunshots from upstairs.

"Bang"

"Bang"

The machine gun suppression from the opposite side suddenly ceased...

Crouching on the ground, Tony carefully peeked out and saw that two machine gunners opposite had fallen. The men, like rabbits caught in the gaze of an eagle, started scrambling for cover.

Tony, scratching his head in bewilderment, suddenly cried out, "It’s a sniper, Master, it’s Devil Bird and Kitten!"

Lao Niu yanked Tony, who was about to peek again, forcing him to stay down, and after smacking his head hard, he scolded, "No shit, they’re just upstairs, and you damn well watched them go up.

"Stay still, do you see the spare barrel? Get it ready. This time you’re going to be my assistant gunner, responsible for changing the ammo and the barrel."

After he spoke, Lao Niu rubbed his bald head vigorously and with a grin said, "Damn it, I caught up just in time; those American SWAT guys are real trash."

Tony, a bit indignant, said, "Master, I can fight too..."

Lao Niu, annoyed, smacked Tony’s head again and said, "What do you think you’re doing now? Preparing ammo is also part of fighting.

"Without sustained firepower, the two of us won’t last long.

"Potato, bullets don’t discriminate; if you don’t handle logistics, we might just end up dead today. How sad would Rebecca and Carmen be then?

"Listen to me, get the ammo ready. We still need to hold out for a while."

Potato nodded somewhat comprehendingly and honestly scooted on his bottom towards the nearby ammo box...

"Master, what an opportunity, why don’t we shoot them?"

Lao Niu looked at the rookie Tony and shook his head, saying, "Idiot, if we push them too hard, it will become tough for the boss..."

......

Nis sat in a chair with a G29 mounted on a desk, aiming at the drug dealers near the truck from two meters away from the window.

Kitten lay on a desk not far from Nis’s side.

She was using a PSG, a gun with a slightly impractical ejection port design but absolutely precise accuracy.

Through her scope, she locked onto a machine gunner under the truck and decisively pulled the trigger...

After the "bang" of the gunshot, the machine gunner was hit in the head...

This shot caused the restless drug dealing special forces to calm down once again.

However, the HRT didn’t perform too well; instead of taking the opportunity to advance, they chose to pull the vehicles back, setting up positions behind cover to bide time, and a deadlock formed at the entrance for a moment.

After making a successful shot, Kitten subconsciously glanced at Nis only to find that the boss lady sat still like a statue, not moving at all. Despite several targets being within her line of fire, she never pulled the trigger, even as the warehouse became chaotic; she showed no intent to act...

Kitten didn’t know what Nis was planning and returned her attention to her scope to search for new targets...

As she spotted several attempting to take cover behind the truck to move forward, Nis’s gun fired...

"Bang"

A bullet hit a gunman’s thigh, causing him to fall at the gap between the truck and the sedan convoy, halting the drug dealers’ steps towards storming the warehouse.

The most awe-inspiring aspect of a top-tier sniper is not just their shooting precision but also their ’choice.’

Utilizing the battlefield situation, they shoot to kill or injure the right targets, creating immense psychological pressure on the enemy and unbalancing their composure, leading them to make detrimental decisions.

This shot merely wounded a gunman, but it slowed the drug dealers’ pace and signaled to Joe Ga on the warehouse roof that the enemy’s counterattack was about to target the warehouse.

Now the drug dealers had two options: the first was to hard charge the perimeter, take out the outside HTR and FBI, and flee along the road.

The second was to attack the warehouse, cover the majority as they bypassed and made their way into the container area, and after crossing, break through the wire mesh fence to scatter and escape.

This way, they could not only avoid the crossfire blockade outside, but also evade the two snipers’ line of fire.

Joe Ga’s team had already skirmished with the enemy for a while; their fire position was exposed.

Clearly, among the drug dealers were veterans with combat experience; they chose the second option.

Nis didn’t hold the drug dealers back for too long as soon two burning tires were pushed from the gaps between the trucks, the fierce flames generating large amounts of black smoke, providing crucial cover for them...