From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia led the team to board the car again and drove to the location of the 'Knife Squad'.

The two places are about fifteen kilometers apart. When Qiao Jia and the others arrived, they found that the 'Jazz Team' had arrived earlier than them.

The two sides met on a street, next to several police cars that did not dare to enter the riot zone.

The heavily armed Jazz Team with Department of Homeland Security work badges made the police look forward to it.

It feels very strange for a group of old American police officers to rely on a group of Russian signal flags to save their community.

When Qiao Jia opened the door and got out of the car, a middle-aged policeman who seemed to have a higher position wanted to come over and take a look.

As a result, the moment he saw the huge Ayu, the hand that the man originally stretched out towards Boss Qiao touched his head very naturally...

Then he turned to the other police officers and shouted: "Continue to call for backup and ask them to block the surrounding streets. The riot cannot continue to spread outwards."

Qiao Jia didn't realize what was happening. He glanced at the police officers curiously, and then took out two boxes of magazines from the trunk...

Putting the magazine on the engine of the commercial vehicle, Qiao Jia waved to the Jazz team and said: "The riots will drive many people crazy, and it is simply unreasonable for these gangsters to get excited.

Even if I kill them all, I won't be able to carry them. These are ant poison bullets. The effective range of rifle bullets is 100 meters, and the effective range of pistol bullets is 40 meters.

As long as it doesn't hit the vital point at close range, it won't kill anyone, but it can make these black guys incapacitated. "

'Crow' picked up a 5.45 rifle bullet with a translucent warhead. He frowned slightly and said, "How long does it take to take effect?"

Qiao Jia spread his hands and said: "According to my experience, it basically takes effect instantly. Being hit by it is like being poked by a red-hot iron, and the pain will be magnified instantly.

It's almost like a punch to the liver, only the effects last longer. "

Qiao Jia said with a smile: "According to my judgment of these gangsters in the United States, a little pain can defeat them.

To be honest, the upper limit of a gangster born in a place where you can eat without working and just receiving relief is very low.

Believe me, it will be very enjoyable to kill with this thing..."

'Crow' listened and said with a grin: "I understand, scare them!"

Qiao Jia felt that the 'crow' might have misunderstood what he meant. He simply didn't want to take the blame for the massacre, so he chose to change the ammunition. After all, most of the black guys here had no grievances against him.

But when the 'crow' said this, the meaning was not much different.

Nothing is more intimidating than screaming!

Even if you are a tough guy, when faced with bullet ant poison, you still have to lie on the ground and howl a few times.

'Crow' decisively asked the Jazz team members to change their equipment. Each person had 6 magazines, 4 of which were toxin bullets, 2 of which were live ammunition, and 3 pistol magazines, all of which were live ammunition.

Then the Russians gave up the grenades and put shock bombs and gas on their bodies.

Jagare is not as conservative as the Jazz Team members. He trusts the bullets he made. The only live ammunition on his body is the Super Jagare 1+2 magazine.

If you need to use a pistol to shoot toxin bullets, the M9 on Boss Qiao's back waist has a larger ammunition capacity.

Dorian gave up the MP7 and picked up the G36C again to keep the same caliber as the boss's rifle. The rest of team A, except Ayo who continued to use the Minimi, all chose the same HK416 as the boss.

But they also chose the same proportions as the Jazz team in the choice of ammunition.

These guys are different from Boss Joe. In their eyes, pistols are the last line of defense, and they cannot use ammunition they are unfamiliar with anyway.

Dorian marked the magazine with red tape, inserted it into the pocket of his tactical vest, then loaded 6 rounds of smoke grenades into the grenade launcher, and hung up a magazine bag full of smoke grenades. He put it on his body and said: "Boss, we are ready..."

Qiao Jia quickly checked the equipment on his body, pulled the charging handle to load the HK416, and then took a look at the cool "Crow" who was loading the AK109 with his backhand. He smiled and said: "Let's go..."

'Crow' took off the night vision device on his head and put it into his bag, turned on the thermal fusion holographic sight on the gun, tried it, and said: "These niggas don't know how to fight. Smoke bombs will clear the way. Let's go straight up." .”

Boss Qiao liked the crisp style of 'Crow' so much. He turned around and patted Ayew on the shoulder. He consciously placed himself within the cover of Ayew's shield, and then shouted to Dorian: " Elephants, smoke bombs, let’s go..."

Dorian grinned "hehe", picked up the grenade gun and fired six smoke bombs towards the street in the distance.

As the smoke rose, everyone distanced themselves and broke into the smoky streetlight area under the cover of darkness.

A few black guys running around with guns knew someone was coming, but they didn't know who it was.

As they scrambled for a way out of the smoke, several bullets found their way to them.

A skinny black man with a big gold chain hanging around his neck and jeans that seemed about to fall off at any time, howled and jumped in the smoke, then curled up in mid-air, huddled up and hit the ground, making a shrill scream. Extreme wailing.

Several people around this unlucky black guy were startled. Just when they were about to turn around and escape, several bullets hit their bodies.

When actually hit by a bullet, the pain will not come back until a few seconds or even ten seconds later, but when hit by a toxin bullet, the pain hits their nerves almost instantly like a huge wave.

The American medical system pays attention to "humanistic care". It is almost a habit to take some painkillers no matter where the body hurts.

The pain tolerance of these gangsters is nothing compared to that of their fellow Afika brethren.

A burst of ghostly cries and howls suddenly sounded on the smoky streets, causing the residential buildings on both sides to become slightly quieter.

The black man wearing a big gold chain saw a dozen black figures rushing into the smoke with guns raised. At this time, he still had some mobility. His first thought was not to hold a gun, but to wave and shout for help. …

"I need to see a doctor, FUCK, I peed my pants..."

Dorian and Spurs quickly approached to check, kicked away the weapons on these black brothers, and then, with the wail of the big gold chain, shot each of them in the thigh to let their "multi-single" Much higher, and at the same time paralyzing their ability to move.

These are all armed with guns. If P·B’s previous strike standards were followed, these ‘dangerous people’ armed with guns should be dead by now.

This is to completely eliminate future troubles...

'Crow' was not satisfied with this. He called on the Jazz team to collect the weapons on the ground, separated the bullets and threw the magazines into the sewer.

While everyone was busy working while screaming, Dorian raised the grenade gun again and fired six smoke grenades towards a small square surrounded by three residential buildings.

When the smoke rose and covered the area, a large number of howling and crazy black guys began to run around in panic.

Qiao Jia patted Ayou on the shoulder, and everyone raised their guns and started shooting indiscriminately.

No matter who you are, if you wander around at this time, you will be shot. You won't die. The toxin of bullet ants has a good effect on rheumatism.

Ayou didn't even fire a shot. She moved forward with a shield while covering her boss, allowing him to smoothly turn a few barking black guys into 'howling angels'.

When more than a dozen black people screamed at the same time, the gang members in the residential building who were shooting at each other from dozens of meters away were quiet at the same time, and then began to become confused.

They didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately at the small square like the terrorists did. After all, there were still their own people there.

Just when a few brave gang bosses asked their younger brothers to form a group to check, and when they turned around and wanted to slip away, Qiao Jia and the others entered the residential building where Cerberus and the others were.

This kind of old residential building was renovated from an old building around the 1980s. The structure inside has been renovated many times and the space has been utilized as much as possible. The result is that the corridors are crowded and there are many rooms.

Qiao Jia and the others encountered obstacles the first time they entered...

Several crazy fat black women were not afraid of them at all. They rushed out and blocked the aisle, spitting and greeting Boss Joe's butt...

Seeing a black woman with the strongest fighting ability baring her teeth and claws, trying to rush forward and fight, Qiao Jia decisively pulled the trigger and hit the powerful sister in the thigh, and then...

"ah……"

A high-pitched scream resounded throughout the entire first floor. Not far away, a few black guys who were huddled in the house and peeking their heads in the house retracted decisively, and then slammed the door.

What surprised Qiao Jia was that he thought that his shooting and the women's screams could scare away the remaining women. As a result, the other women turned around and ran away, screaming as if their tails were stepped on...

"The police killed someone..."

Qiao Jia laughed in anger, drew his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling, and then shouted loudly: "Yes, we are the police, run away, we are fucking scary!"

But what Jorga didn't expect was that black people living in the same community were more united than he imagined.

As the women screamed, someone appeared from the first floor, holding a variety of messy weapons.

At this time, Qiao Jia finally understood what the "complicated situation" meant?

This is a hornet's nest...

These gangsters have taken the logic of "the law does not punish the public" to the extreme, and as long as their minds are hot, they will easily do drastic things.

They would not dare to do this when facing the police in broad daylight, but this community gave them a sense of security, and the chaos made their minds start to heat up.

Qiao Jia watched as more than a dozen people surrounded a leading guy and rushed over aggressively. The doors to the rooms on both sides were opened, and some people stretched out their mobile phones to take pictures...

Qiao Jia was not sure whether these people had guns, let alone whether there were terrorists among them, so...

"Put them down..."

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang..."

"ah……"

"ah……"

"Mother……"