On the other side of the city, ten minutes ago, the little "White House".

John took Pete and others to the place Yu Zhigan called the White House.

"There are six guards at the door and patrolers in the yard. Old Lake, how are your marksmanship?"

"I've done an observational hand before!"

"OK, go find the high point to cover us!"

"no problem!"

After receiving the order, Old Lake slowly retreated and touched the taller building behind him. John Pittraman and others checked their weapons and ammunition and parked the car at about two or three hundred meters in the White House, waiting for Old Lake to take his seat.

Two minutes later, Old Lake's voice came from the headset: "I'm already in place and can provide support at any time!"

"receive!"

After John finished speaking, he patted Pitt on the shoulder. Pitt immediately started the vehicle and drove towards the door. After seeing a car coming, the guards at the door immediately stared at the vehicle, and the speed was not very fast.

The guards looked at the vehicles getting closer and closer and put their hands on the trigger, but did not start first. There was a road at the entrance of the manor, and vehicles often passed by. However, when a car passed by, the guards focused a little more.

When Pete drove the car, he did not stop, but continued to move forward. As the vehicle drove forward, the guards relaxed their guards, and their fingers left the trigger. Some turned their heads and continued to chat with their companions.

After seeing this through the rearview mirror, Pete suddenly stepped on the brakes. John and Subaev opened the doors on both sides almost at the same time, and shot at the six guards at the doors with pistols equipped with silencers.

The six guards reacted the fastest way, just as they touched the weapon hanging on their chest again. Remember to pull the trigger in the future and fell to the ground. John kept walking forward while shooting.

After all the six people fell down, they quickly pressed the jams, and the empty magazine fell off and instantly stuffed a new magazine. After the bullet was loaded again, they shot each person in the heads of the six guards.

Pete rolled the car back and blocked it at the gate. Then he walked down with his weapon and looked at Dara: "Don't be standing there, throw the body into the car!"

"Ah, OK!"

Dara saw John and others fighting for the first time, but she hadn't reacted yet. She felt her scalp tingling. If she were these guards, she would probably have been cold now. As soon as Pete said that, she immediately carried the body from the ground and threw it into the car.

John and others picked up all the weapons of the black men and threw them into the car. Standing on both sides of the big iron gate, Pete checked the situation inside through the gap of the iron gate: "There are still people patrolling in the yard, and I haven't heard the noise here yet. It seems that I'm going to rush over directly, and I can't touch the downstairs!"

"Okay, Subaev later, you and I will be responsible for the enemies on the left, Ramanpit and Dara, you will be responsible for the enemies on the right, and you will be responsible for the enemies on the front to you, Lake!"

"I received it. There were two people standing guard at the front gate, but they were chatting now!"

In the high-rise building opposite the White House, a black man was knocked unconscious by Lake and threw him on the ground. Lake was holding a gun and observing the White House through the window.

"I'll leave it to you two people. I'll count to three. You shoot and kill one person at will, attract the attention of the black people, and we'll rush in!"

"good!"

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"call out!"

When John counted to three, Lake pulled the trigger and shot a guard who was chatting in the head. The other person who was chatting with the guard saw his companion's head explode, and then the blood mixed with yellow and white things sprayed on his face, still warm, and stood there in a daze.

When he realized it, he touched his face, looked at his dead companion beside him, and shouted: "Sniper!"

After hearing the screams, the rest of the guards immediately took up their weapons and quickly surrounded him, but Lake moved the muzzle to the other black man's head and pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot through the guy's head again and fell softly to the ground. The other black men also discovered Lake's position and immediately shouted: "Kill him on the third floor opposite!"

Some black men immediately raised their guns and fired at Lake's position on the third floor. Two black men rushed into the White House quickly, wanting to remind their boss Gaza that there were snipers around.

"Run over and surround him!"

A black man similar to an officer hid behind a stone and shouted, while holding a pistol and constantly shooting at Old Lake's position. It doesn't matter where the bullets fly. Belief shooting depends on faith.

After receiving the order, the guards in the yard immediately ran towards the gate. During this period, Lake did not continue shooting, which made the group of black men a little braver. At this moment, the gate was suddenly opened.

The guards thought it was the guards at the gate that opened the gate and were still rushing forward. However, at this time, Pete, John and others rushed in, and the AKM in his hand shot at the group of guards who were not prepared.

In an instant, at least seven or eight guards fell to the ground. John, Pete and others shot, and quickly rushed towards the White House. The guards who were still alive on both sides could only lie next to the bodies of their living companions on the ground and shoot at John and others.

Lake finally found an opportunity to shoot again, killing a guard who rushed out of the White House gate two times, and then shooting a black man standing at the window to observe the situation, constantly providing cover for John and others.

"Dala, suppress the fire at nine o'clock!"

After John emptied his magazine, he shouted at Dara. After hearing this, Dara pulled the trigger of his RPD in the direction John said. His powerful arms made Dara still very stable even if he stood and shot.

"Firepower suppression requires rhythm. Rhythm, not to let you hit it randomly, three times in a row!" Old Raman burst out a guard's head with one shot, and said two Dara without even turning his head. As an old soldier, he could have heard the sound of gunfire to tell what weapon it is, as well as the rhythm of shooting, etc.

"yes!"

After hearing Old Raman's words, Dara's originally nervous mood suddenly eased and began to shoot at the rhythm he had before in the training ground.

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

Three consecutive points kept suppressing the guards in the distance, making them unable to shoot, and allowing John Pete and others to successfully rush to the door of the Little White House.
Chapter completed!