American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 171: Highway Battle

German Men, carrying a rocket launcher, blew a black seven-seater Chevrolet into the sky with a single rocket, then directly discarded the empty army green rocket launcher in his hand.

He ripped off the clothes that were torn to shreds from transforming into a lizard person, drew a black Colt M1911 military pistol from his waist holster, racked the slide twice with a click-clack sound, chambering a round, and pulled the trigger on another black commercial vehicle.

"A broken handgun, shit! Who does he think he is, Rambo?!"

The Driver of the other black seven-seater commercial vehicle also quickly yanked the steering wheel when the rocket came, causing the entire vehicle to drift half a circle on the spot and drive directly off the Interstate Highway, but it successfully avoided the rocket's shockwave.

The dizzy Driver looked through the rearview mirror at German Men, who was bare-chested and walking towards them while shooting, and cursed angrily. He turned back and yelled at his Subordinates,

"Kill this son of a bitch, avenge Jeff!"

In the back seat of the seven-seater commercial vehicle, "3, 2, 1!"

Two FBI Special Agents placed their hands on the car door handles, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously performing tactical maneuvers and counting down silently. Inside, by the car doors, two Special Operations Soldiers wearing bulletproof vests and brown-green bulletproof helmets tightly gripped their M4A1 carbines with both hands, their calf muscles tense and slightly bent.

With the final countdown, the doors of the modified seven-seater commercial vehicle were simultaneously pulled open.

The two Special Agents leaped out of the vehicle, performing rolling tactical maneuvers while pulling the trigger towards the Interstate Highway.

"Puff puff puff—"

After a burst of wild spray fire, one Special Operations Soldier had just stabilized his body during a roll, kneeling on one knee. His eyes looked through the infrared scope, and his muzzle was aimed at the bare-chested Big man walking towards them.

His muzzle was aimed at the target's chest. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, "Bang bang—"

In his scope, the target raised the Colt M1911 in his hand at a speed that exceeded his imagination!

A .45 caliber bullet accurately shattered the M4A1's scope and pierced through his right eye. The two M4A1 carbines, equipped with silencers, only fired a few shots before being completely silenced by the two handgun shots.

"Fuck!"

The remaining FBI Special Agents looked through the car door at their Soldier lying in a pool of blood.

A Big man built like a brown bear, with a bushy beard, was so enraged that he grabbed an FN MK-48 light machine gun, leaning half his body out to perform fire suppression on the enemy.

"Bang!"

German Men's green vertical pupils blinked rapidly dozens of times in a second. Thanks to the sensitivity of the lizard's dynamic vision, the enemy's actions seemed like slow-motion playback to him.

The machine gunner, who was holding the machine gun and hadn't fully leaned out, was directly headshot by him.

Thud! The machine gunner, whose head exploded like a watermelon, fell out of the commercial vehicle along with his gun.

The FBI Agent sitting in the Driver's seat looked at his companion's shattered head through the rearview mirror, his gun-holding hand trembling slightly, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted the others.

"He's a top-tier Gunman! Don't move recklessly, prepare smoke grenades and flashbangs. He's only one person, we still have a chance!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the Driver finished speaking, a .45 caliber bullet arcing through the air directly penetrated the driver's seat glass, passing through one side of his temple.

The bullet entered one side of his temple, carrying red and white liquid, and shot out from the other side of his temple.

The modified high-power Colt handgun, after penetrating both temples of the Driver, did not lose kinetic energy and then pierced through the back of the head of another FBI Agent in the front passenger seat.

This Agent, who was checking the target's movements through the front passenger seat's rearview mirror, had the back of his head explode with a bang.

The entire windshield, Seats, of the seven-seater commercial vehicle were instantly smeared with red and white liquid...

An FBI Agent sitting behind the front passenger seat, who had just opened the car door, touched the bloody, viscous liquid on his face and screamed in collapse.

......

His wrist shook rapidly, using Curved Shooting to take down two enemies. German Men lowered his muzzle, this time aiming at the seven-seater commercial vehicle's fuel tank.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After three shots, the modified fuel tank was directly blown up.

With a boom, the seven-seater commercial vehicle, like the previous one, instantly turned into a fireball.

......

Click-clack, having finished off the enemies in the two vehicles, German Men changed the magazine in his handgun.

He calmly turned back and walked towards the Interstate Highway.

His strong, bare upper body had a D-shaped Golden Peace Medallion hanging on his chest, swaying left and right. A heart shape was carved in the center of the Gold medallion, and the corners had the Arabic numeral 8!

Perhaps to distinguish it, this 8 was inlaid with small carat rubies, shining brightly in the sunlight and particularly eye-catching.

......

Bang bang bang...

On the Interstate Highway, Phil Coulson was lying behind a tire, occasionally reaching out his arm and firing his handgun towards the front.

The enemy's firepower was too dense, and their marksmanship was exceptionally accurate.

After a few rounds of exchange, the DEA's armed escort police were almost wiped out.

The armed police and FBI field agents from Albuquerque he used for the ambush also suffered heavy casualties.

"Officer, their firepower is too fierce, and they're all equipped with heavy bulletproof vests. They came prepared! Let's retreat!"

A Police Chief from Albuquerque, holding a riot gun, retreated miserably to Phil Coulson's side and yelled at him.

Phil Coulson gave him a deep look, "Police Chief, it's not a matter of whether we retreat now. Look at their relentless pursuit; do they look like they're going to let us go?!"

At this moment, relying on their fierce firepower, several Gunmen from the Siberian Training Camp had already hijacked the prisoner transport vehicle carrying the prisoners.

Two Gunmen carried Gustavo Fring down from the prisoner transport vehicle and put him in a vehicle behind them, while the others showed no intention of stopping.

Relying on their powerful firepower, they suppressed the FBI Agents and Federal Police while pushing forward.

"Beep beep!"

Phil Coulson took out his mobile phone, looked at the red dot flashing on the screen, and asked the Police Chief beside him, "How long until reinforcements arrive!"

"We've contacted the Albuquerque SWAT Team. They'll be coming by armed helicopter, but they need us to hold out for at least twenty minutes!"

Just as the Police Chief was about to poke his head out, a bullet grazed his helmet. If Phil Coulson hadn't quickly pulled him back, that shot would have headshot him directly.

"I don't think we can last ten minutes!"

The Police Chief collapsed onto the Ground in fright, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and complained to Phil Coulson.

"Don't worry, Police Chief, you'll go home safe," Phil Coulson said, adjusting the earpiece on his ear.

"Everyone, throw all your smoke grenades out, create a smoke barrier, hold on, our reinforcements will be here soon!"

After giving the Order, Phil Coulson reached into the open car door, pulled out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and swung his arm with all his might, throwing it into the distance.

For a moment, the Interstate Highway was filled with the clanging sound of smoke grenade cans hitting the Ground.

Then came the hissing sounds of smoke, and soon white smoke enveloped the entire stretch of Highway. In the smoke so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the gunfire instantly disappeared.

Neither side fired. Firing in this environment would inevitably draw the enemy's focus fire!

In the white smoke, a fully armed FBI Agent leaned against the car door, his wet hand tightly gripping his assault rifle, his ears perked up, not daring to breathe as he listened to the surrounding movements.

Nervous, he didn't notice a large hand reaching out from behind him, suddenly covering his mouth and nose, while the other hand grabbed his neck.

Snap, with a forceful twist of his hands, he easily twisted the neck of the enemy before him. The Black Person, bare-footed, used the smoke grenade as cover to move towards the next enemy.

For these Gunmen from the Siberian Training Camp, daily infiltration and silent assassination were routine subjects, commonplace.

Compared to facing the perverted Instructors and the hunting dogs with abnormally sensitive sense of smell and sense of hearing in the Training Camp, finding a dozen targets in the smoke and silently assassinating them was merely child's play for them.

"Something's wrong!"

As time passed bit by bit, the terrifying calm atmosphere in the smoke made Phil Coulson alert.

He pulled up the Police Chief beside him, and barely able to see through the smoke, silently pointed towards the bulletproof police car next to them.

The old Police Chief nodded understandingly, carefully and silently crawling into the open bulletproof police car.

Phil Coulson cautiously pulled the pin on a flashbang, then swung his arm forcefully, throwing the flashbang high. The white light flashed and disappeared in the smoke, but the intense noise directly caused several Training Camp Gunmen, who had their ears perked up and were unprepared, to suffer greatly.

An unlucky white Gunman had just crept up behind a Police Officer, dagger in hand, ready to ambush, when the flashbang's intense noise exploded! He covered his ears, trying hard not to make a sound, but he was still noticed by the Police Officer holding a gun.

"Da da da—"

This FBI Agent, wearing a helmet and earpiece, didn't suffer as much dizziness from the flashbang. He endured the dizziness, raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and riddled the Gunman with a burst of bullets.

"Buzz!"

After throwing the flashbang, Phil Coulson seized the opportunity to quickly dart into the bulletproof police car, twisted the key, put it in reverse, and floored the accelerator.

The bulletproof police car quickly sped backward!

"Trying to run!"

Another Card Soldier standing on the Hillside watching the battle looked through his binoculars at the police car rapidly reversing on the Interstate Highway. He directly took another shoulder-fired rocket launcher from a wooden crate nearby and aimed it at the police car on the Interstate Highway.

"Da da da da da—"

Before he could pull the trigger, a dangerous instinct stimulated his brain. Without thinking, he threw down the rocket launcher in his hand and leaped off the Hillside like a fish.

Almost simultaneously, dense machine gun bullets enveloped the Hillside where he had just stood. The 7.62mm machine gun bullets instantly swept across a pile of firearms on the Hillside. Inside these wooden crates of firearms were landmines and rockets. After being hit by the machine gun bullets, they instantly underwent sympathetic detonation.

Boom! The violent explosion sound immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the Interstate Highway Battlefield.

Above the Hillside, a police helicopter was hovering and attacking the area below. The cabin hatch was open, and a cold, beautiful female agent wearing a blue-gray one-piece combat uniform operated the Vulcan cannon door gun, firing wildly at the area below.

The dense metal torrent sweeping the mountain wall below, sending stone powder flying.

"Hill!"

Phil Coulson was also attracted by the explosion sound just now. He slowed down the vehicle suspiciously, picked up a police binoculars from next to the Driver's Seat, and immediately saw the hatch gunner on the armed helicopter.

Without hesitation, Phil Coulson slammed on the brakes, shifting gears, and drove back towards the Battlefield.

On the Interstate Highway, the bare-chested Card Soldier looked at the armed helicopter hovering halfway up the Mountainside in the distance.

He picked up a squad heavy machine gun from the truck, aimed it at the armed helicopter, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da—

Although it was nearly three thousand meters away, the heavy machine gun bullets sweeping across the armed helicopter's fuselage still created several transparent Holes in the fuselage.

"Increase altitude to a sufficient height!"

Agent Hill instructed the co-gunner to change the ammunition belt while telling the pilot to increase altitude.

The Card Soldier raised the heavy machine gun and fired a burst at the armed helicopter until it exceeded the heavy machine gun's range.

"Everyone, evacuate!"

The Card Soldier looked at the four or five small black dots appearing far away in the sky and gave the Order to the Training Camp Gunmen.

At his command, the Gunmen began alternating cover, went around the large truck and got into the off-road jeeps behind the truck.

Several off-road jeeps drove off the Interstate Highway and headed towards a Wilderness Forest.

At this time, several police helicopters also arrived above the incident site.

Two police helicopters descended from high altitude to low altitude and chased after the off-road jeeps.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the two police helicopters were getting closer, a white Big man carrying an RPG rocket launcher suddenly stood up in one of the jeeps and fired a rocket at the armed helicopter above his head.

The RPG rocket launcher does not have a high range and is not effective for long-distance strikes.

However, these two armed helicopters had deliberately lowered their flight altitude to chase.

"Boom"! The rocket accurately hit one helicopter, causing its tail rotor to break off and send it plummeting towards the Ground.

The helicopter crashed into the Ground and exploded in a sympathetic detonation with a boom.

The pilot of the other helicopter quickly increased altitude.

And with that delay, by the time the other armed helicopters arrived, the off-road jeeps had already escaped into the Forest.

......

"Buzz buzz..."

Hill told the helicopter pilot to fly the helicopter to the other side of the Hillside, descend in height, and search for the Gunman she had swept down to the cliff below.

But even after the helicopter landed, Hill couldn't see any trace of the Gunman.

"Hill!"

At this moment, Phil Coulson drove the police car to this side of the Hillside, got out, and greeted Agent Hill.

"The Director notified me to come help you!" Agent Hill nodded to Phil Coulson.

Phil Coulson stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the heavily injured and dead Police Officers and Special Agents on the Highway, sighed, and gave a bitter smile: "You got the person out?! If I had known this, I wouldn't have set this ambush that almost got me killed!"

"Look for anyone who's still alive!" Hill said coldly, "The Mind Reader will find out their origins!"

(end of chapter)