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Chapter 885 - Battle of Los Santos

    <h4>Chapter 885: Battle of Los Santos</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>_Min_ <strong>Editor: </strong>Caron_


    On Venice Street, the sound of rms and guns disturbed the tranquility of the night.


    The police had already blocked off the street and dispatched almost all police forces in the nearby area to the attack location.


    However, this didn’t change the unfavorable situation of Los Santos Police Department.


    “…their firepower is too strong! We need support!”


    “SWAT is on the way, hold on!”


    “Damn, what are our snipers doing?” Brad hid behind a car, controlling his pumping heart. He seized the opportunity to return fire with his pistol.


    However, against the unidentified armed force armed to the teeth, his m1911 bullets only tickled. Unless they directly struck the enemy’s head or leg, it wouldn’t cause substantial damage. Brad seriously wondered if they were wearing dragon scales or at defensive body armor of simr strength!


    As for the Los Santos Police Department, Brad didn’t expect them to be helpful at all.


    The police standard was Glock pistols with one or two shotguns at most. The state legiture did not pass the police’s request for automatic weapons. Therefore, in some UA blockbusters, it was often seen that the police force were beaten by the gangster’s automatic firepower… before the SWAT team arrived.


    At the office building eight hundred meters away.


    On the roof of this sixty-story building, close enough to oversee the entire Venice Street…


    A soldier wearing a ck mask with only his eyes exposed was kneeling on the edge of the roof. He systematically adjusted his sniper rifle. Next to him was an observer. The binocrs in his hand were locked on the chaotic street.


    “At three o’clock, 871 meters, two targets.”


    “Roger that.”


    Three secondster, the sniper pressed the trigger.


    Near the venttor, not far behind the two people, two bodiesid there quietly. From the logo on their clothes, they belonged to the FBA…


    The instant he heard the piercing sound of bullets, Brad watched hisrade’s head get prated by a bullet in front of him. The insides of his brain, mixed with blood, spilled on the ground like crushed tofu.


    He nked out for a second.


    Fear overwhelmed him, but this difort didn’tst long. In the next instant, his consciousness was brutally pulled out by a bullet that descended from heaven.


    The FBA and CIB agents suppressed by the automatic weapons behind cover were killed by the sniper rifle, one by one. Twelve armed militants dressed in ckbat uniforms divided into three teams, and they pushed foward by firing alternatively. They began to surround the Xin Embassy and advanced forward.


    The polices were forced to take cover behind the police cars and didn’t have an opportunity to fight back.


    Fortunately, the SWAT response was as fast as ever.


    Four police helicopters quickly arrived at the battlefield. The SWAT team, also dressed in ck, quickly dropped onto the road after the helicopter approached the area. With automatic weapons, their firepower was far superior to the Los Santos police, but…


    Boom!


    Two gunshots.


    One bullet hit the concrete pavement, and the other hit the helicopter’s propeller bearing and created a blinding spark. The helicopter hovering above the road mmed and crashed into the building on the side. The propeller was like rotating des, shing the concrete wall. The SWAT team that had yet tond on the ground were like grasshoppers strung on a rope and they crashed into the building.


    When the helicopter was shot down, the sniper also exposed his own coordinates.


    “Enemy sniper spotted, coordinates…”


    “Roger, moving.”


    The SWAT team thatnded on the road immediately engaged in crossfire with the unidentified armed forces.


    The two sides were equal in firepower, but in tactics, these SWAT units with countless experience were inferior to the unidentified armed forces.


    Just then, a modified van rushed out of the nearby underground garage. The remote-controlled machine gun at the top unleashed fierce bullets at the SWAT and the police car. The police officers hidden behind the police cars could only watch the unidentified armed forces rush into the embassy.


    “A heavy machine gun! God, it’s a heavy machine gun! Hell, how did they get this stuff into Los Santos?!” With his pistol clenched tightly, a police officer looked on in fear and shouted in a trembling voice.


    “This is SWAT. The other party is equipped with heavy firepower. Requesting support. I repeat…” The SWAT captain leaned against the back of a cover and gasped for help from the headquarters.


    Support was already on the way.


    The Los Santos Police Department had dispatched all SWAT members in armored vehicles equipped with heavy weapons; they were headed to Venice Street. Unfortunately, they experienced a traffic jam on the way to Venice Street.


    Like the explosion that took ce at the entrance of the Xin Embassy, bombs were detonated on all major intersections andpletely copsed the surrounding traffic. The fleeing vehicles disregarded all traffic rules and emergencynes and crashed together on the road. Even the casualties caused by the explosions weren’t greater than the casualties caused by traffic idents experiencing a chain effect…


    In the past decade or so, the UA encountered many terrorist attacks and shooting incidents, but it was the first time they engaged in crossfire with such strong firepower—no, they couldn’t be mere terrorists, everything about those attackers were more like mercenaries!


    …


    In Area 51 of Nevada, rms rang out at the military base.


    Jiang Chen, who started the optical illusion, stood on the roof of the radar station and looked in the direction of the airport. Two F-35 fighter jets left the hangar and headed to the runway before they lifted off in an emergency flight. On the tarmac, next to the Osprey helicopter, about 50 fully armed soldiers were assembled.


    The entire military base was moving, but there was no sense of confusion.


    The chaos came from outside the base, not inside.


    After this point was made clear, Jiang Chen’s pumping heart gradually settled.


    Just two minutes ago, he thought he was discovered. Against the encirclement of the entire military base, he had no confidence he could escape without exposing his power armor.


    His rxed state didn’tst long before he began to furrow his brows again.


    The entire military base was on high alert. It meant that the situation must not be trivial. Predictably, the highway from Nevada to California was bound to be blocked. Even if the road wasn’t blocked, temporary checkpoints would be set up. However, Jiang Chen’s current identity might be difficult for police to inspect.


    Not taking the highway? Directly cut through the desert?


    Theoretically feasible, but the fighters had already taken off.


    At this time, it was almost impossible to drive a car through the desert. While it was dark outside, an SUV with its roaring engine would be like a beacon on pilots’ thermal imaging. Jiang Chen didn’t think the pilots would just happen to miss the thermal imaging.


    Hide here for the night?


    That was even more unrealistic.


    Once dawn arrived, it would be even harder to leave.


    In the rare event Jiang Chen was feeling troubled, Zhu Yu called his watch.


    Jiang Chen immediately answered the phone.


    However, to his surprise, it was an unfamiliar voice.


    “Hello, Mr. Jiang Chen.”


    An ominous feeling entered his head and Jiang Chen frowned.


    “Who are you?”


    “That’s not important.” The man’s voice was mixed a tone of victory. After a pause, he said, “I think we need to talk.”
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