Doomsday America.

Chapter 330 Indoor CQB

Madison tightened his grip on the steering wheel, flooring the accelerator, and sped off behind Edward's car towards the Great Lake. While they were said to be fast, they were actually still about 4.5 kilometers from the lake, a distance that would take at least a minute or two to cross. However, as the convoy advanced, the gunfire in the air grew clearer, and the lake became increasingly clear in Gavin's binoculars. Even the dilapidated little airport on the opposite shore was now visible to Gavin.

Also appearing were several vehicles and similar items.

That airport wasn't a standard international airport; it was a typical private airport used by farms in the American West.

A large portion of the airport's runways are built on sandy roads in the Gobi Desert. Apart from the small, two-story terminal building with an area of ​​probably less than 250 square meters, there are only three small biplanes and one helicopter parked outside the airport.

However, those planes were not the key issue at the moment; Gavin's gaze was fixed on the three cars outside the terminal.

Of the three vehicles, one was clearly reduced to rubble and was now burning in a dilapidated state.

Meanwhile, the reflections from scopes could be seen from behind the remaining two vehicles, clearly indicating that someone was hiding behind them and launching an attack on the airport.

As for the area around the airport, four or five motorcycles were speeding around the terminal building, and gunshots could be heard as they drove.

Inside the airport terminal, two lines of bullet marks were seen shooting outwards.

Noticing the environment, before Gavin could speak, Edward in the lead car calmly turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Boss, good news! The enemy's direction is clear; we can directly storm the battlefield!"

"On the one hand, the fact that the enemy is operating near the terminal suggests that there are likely no landmines in that area."

"On the other hand, the Brotherhood only had one car destroyed, so I have reason to guess that the biker gang is running out of explosives." After saying that, Edward turned around and looked at his two buddies in his car.

Meeting Edward's gaze, Corbin grinned, cocked his gun, then lowered the muzzle to the ground, and lightly tapped his leg while looking out the car window. Edward glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to Steve, who was driving, and whispered.

"Steve, park the car directly in front of the suspected Brotherhood attackers. Let us and the Brotherhood together form a pincer movement against the people inside the terminal, forcing them to face enemies from both sides. This will effectively draw fire from each other."

"no problem."

Steve nodded quickly, then slammed on the gas, accelerating again and veering off the road, plunging headlong into the Gobi Desert. The roads around here were nothing like the main national highways, with guardrails or anything like that on either side.

The roads here were all small, broken tracks embedded directly in the sand; if it weren't for the different color, you wouldn't even notice there was a road nearby from a distance. After Steve changed direction, Gavin and Martin's car also quickly changed course, rushing into the Gobi Desert towards the terminal less than 1.5 kilometers away. Behind them, about 600-700 meters from the armored vehicles, Eugene, lying on the roof of the RV, glanced around using a 36x scope, then turned on the walkie-talkie and whispered, "The RV needs to stop about 800 meters from the terminal. If the driver can't judge the distance, then listen to my instructions." "As for the trucks, continue approaching, park them at the 7 o'clock position of the terminal, and form a crossfire with the armored vehicles, creating a fire network." "Machine gunners, get ready. Your machine guns need to be firing loudly. Accuracy isn't important, just make sure they're firing. Suppress them completely!" "Roger!"

"no problem!"

With the machine gunner's response, Eugene fell silent again.

Adriana, holding the observer's gear, observed for a moment, then whispered to Eugene about the nearby wind speed and other data.

After Eugene nodded in response, he quickly made some minor adjustments to the scope.

Snipers are considered an upgraded version of marksmen.

The reason why a range of 700 meters becomes a dividing line between marksmen and snipers lies primarily in the speed of natural flight. As is well known, the speed of sound is approximately 340 meters per second.

Most pistol bullets travel at subsonic speeds, while rifle bullets typically travel at 500 to 650 meters per second, essentially supersonic. Even if a rifle bullet leaves the barrel at supersonic speed, it still takes at least a second to hit an enemy 700 meters away—enough time for the target to travel a considerable distance. Therefore, ordinary marksmen hit enemies primarily by controlling their firing line and tracking the enemy, while snipers, hitting enemies at greater distances, rely mainly on guessing and predicting the enemy's movement trajectory! This is why snipers are considered a separate category within military culture, and even top-tier special forces like SEAL Team Six cannot guarantee every squad has a truly excellent sniper. In short, at this moment, Eugene had a clear view of the enemy's movement trajectory.

Aside from those still inside the terminal who hadn't yet acted, the other motorcycle gang members were circling the terminal while simultaneously attacking the remaining two vehicles outside the airport. In Eugene's eyes, they were already corpses!

While Eugene waited silently for the right moment to fire, Gavin was in his car.

Madison nervously patted his thigh, which was pressing the accelerator, and laughed.

"Haha, boss, I think it's been too long since I've participated in a field operation, I'm actually a little nervous~"

"Alright, this has nothing to do with time, it's just that you like being on edge."

Gavin patted Old Mike's arm, then turned to Wang Ling and Barn and said.

"Wang Ling, Barn, after you get off the vehicle, just hide behind the armored vehicle and suppress the terminal. Be careful."

"And what about you, boss?"

Wang Ling pursed her lips nervously and quickly asked Gavin.

In response to Wang Ling's question, Gavin grinned and said.

"I'm a sharpshooter, sister. Edward and I are going to storm the terminal."

"Then I will too..."

"Wait, calm down, girl. Wait until you're used to fighting between living people before you think about joining us in this assault," Gavin quickly replied. As Gavin spoke, Edward's lead vehicle had already reached within two hundred meters of the terminal. Only after reaching this distance did the terminal finally notice the convoy approaching. And so, a few bullets, separated by two or three hundred meters, sparsely struck the sand near the convoy. *Thud thud thud…*

The occasional sounds, like popping firecrackers, echoed from either side of the car, accompanied by small plumes of dust and a few specks of sand hitting the vehicle, making Wang Ling inside even more tense. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, her eyes reddened, and her legs involuntarily tensed. Noticing Wang Ling's breathing, Gavin switched the scope of his HK416 from 4x to holographic, chuckling and shaking his head. This woman Wang Ling was clearly experiencing the effects of her "Eastern Kingdom" physique; the battle hadn't even officially begun, and her adrenaline was already surging.

As Gavin thought this through, he watched as Edward's vehicle, braving increasingly accurate bullets, came to a stop less than fifty meters from the terminal. At this distance, the enemy's bullets were much more accurate; more than one bullet whizzed from the armored vehicle, the clear sound making the men even more tense. However, before the men could even prepare to disembark...

In the distance, on a motorhome about 650 meters from the terminal building.

The moment the RV came to a stop, Eugene silently fired his gun.

Whoosh!

With a sharp crack, the supersonic bullet pierced the sky and struck the second-floor window of the terminal building facing the convoy.

One of the guys holding a submachine gun was shot and sent flying!

That's right, it flew away, not felled!

After all, the TAC50 is a damn anti-materiel sniper rifle. Even a regular bullet from this gun can penetrate at least eight millimeters of steel plate. When it hits a person, it's as powerful as a giant hammer. The cavity created by the bullet can even blast a person to an explosion.

As a large spray of blood erupted on the second floor, Eugene muttered something into the walkie-talkie.

"Support is in place, you won't be too scared to get off the train, my warriors!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Redhead. Leave the rear of the terminal to us. You keep an eye on the flanks and make sure our allies and future comrades aren't wiped out. Don't give them a chance to shoot RPGs at us!" Edward responded as the door of the lead car was pushed open.

Even before getting out of the car, Edward had already thoroughly assessed the surrounding environment. He fired several quick shots at the west window on the first floor of the terminal, not aiming for a hit, but rather to suppress that firing point. A real battlefield isn't about sharpshooters instantly eliminating anyone who peeks out; it's more like a turn-based game, with a group of people exchanging fire from cover. Someone had been firing at the armored vehicle from the west window on the first floor, but after a burst of bullets, Gavin didn't see if the person had been hit, but the gunfire near the window stopped. Seeing this, Gavin pushed open the door and got out of the car. The instant his foot touched the sand, he raised his gun and aimed at the second-floor window where Eugene had just blown up someone's weapon. A new recruit cautiously rushed up to that window, but before he could aim, Gavin's bullet pierced his forehead. After a brief gunshot, Gavin, gun in hand, crouched and sprinted towards the back door of the terminal.

At the same time, a series of wails and shouts from the biker gang members could be heard from inside the terminal.

"Fuck, there are so many people coming from behind, fucking so many people!"

"Shit, Joey's dead, ahhhh!"

"We're surrounded! They have reinforcements!"

"Who is that? Who is that?!"

Listening to the chaotic noises, Gavin couldn't help but be a little shocked; it sounded like there were quite a few members in this biker gang!

As Gavin strode forward, Edward yelled "Go go go!" and rushed after him, the two of them acting as spearheads, quickly approaching the terminal. The airport environment was like that—no cover, no trenches, only the dilapidated terminal in front of them. In such an environment, the only option was a suppressive assault. Fortunately, after the crew of the three armored vehicles disembarked, the assault troops formed a horizontal mass, and their bullets prevented effective firing from any of the small terminal windows. Madison, not caring whether he saw them or not, chased after Gavin and Edward, firing several shots directly at the windows with his shotgun. Just after he fired, Gavin had reached the back door of the terminal, standing against the wall on the left side of the door, while Edward quickly took position on the right side, speaking into the walkie-talkie, "Eugene, we are ready to breach the door."

"Go in peace!"

Eugene responded over the radio and simultaneously fired another shot.

call out!

boom!

Splash! Splash!

"Ahhhhh!"

After a loud bang, a motorcycle that had just changed direction and was trying to move towards Gavin and his group from the front of the terminal was suddenly shot apart by Eugene's bullet. The rider fell to the ground with a scream, rolled several times, and then lay there motionless, continuing to scream in agony.

"Bullshit!"

"There's a sniper!"

"Sniper!"

"Ahhh, it's a sniper!"

At that moment, the enemy finally realized the sniper's presence, and terrified screams echoed from inside the terminal and near the motorcycles outside. Simultaneously, Madison rushed between Gavin and Edward, then expertly fired several shots at the door latch. After a series of shots, Madison nodded to Gavin and Edward, who, in response, casually pulled out a stun grenade. Receiving the response, Madison kicked the door open.

Chu Chu Chu!

The moment the door flew out, a burst of bullets shot directly towards it. Old Mike dodged quickly, a cloud of dust exploding around him. "Ugh!"

The noise made Old Mai cry out in fright, not from pain, but from shock.

Because the moment a bullet hits a person, they may not even realize they've been shot; they can only judge based on their physical sensations and the dust emanating from their body. As for pain, don't be ridiculous, your nerves haven't even registered it yet!

At the same time, Edward silently glanced at Old Mac and then threw the stun grenade through the door.

Gavin glanced at Old Man Mack, who had hidden beside him, his gaze lingering on Mack's wound for a moment.

Leaning against the wall behind Gavin, Old Mike nervously searched his body, while Gavin, before his hands could reach him, saw his tattered bulletproof vest. He confirmed that the bullet had struck the vest.

boom!

The stun grenade had already exploded, and Gavin strode into the front door after it exploded, quickly scanning the room with his eyes.

One person directly in front, one at the ten o'clock position to the left, one at the four o'clock position to the right, and there was even someone standing at the doorway on the right! In just one glance, Gavin's bullet pierced the head of the person in front of him, then he kicked away the guy falling towards him from the doorway, firing two more shots at him before turning his gun on the enemy to the left. Just as Gavin was aiming at the enemy on the left, Edward had already moved behind Gavin and taken down the enemy on the right.

Gavin's gunshot seemed to ring out at the same time as Edward's, and the enemy on the left was shot down in the blink of an eye.

As the two waited on either side of the door to breach it, their roles were already clearly defined: whichever direction they stood in, that direction they were responsible for dealing with the enemy from. Gavin was a legendary marksman, and Edward was a sergeant major and B team leader in SEAL Team Four. Their effectiveness in assaults was precisely this: they were deadly in their wake, giving the enemy no chance to even attempt a sneak attack. Don't even think about having a chance to peek out from cover and aim when facing enemies like this.

Because as you peeked out, Gavin and Edward fired their barrage.

Was it faster for you to raise your head and then raise your gun, or for Gavin and the other man to simply raise their guns directly?

Of course, faith-based shooting is an exception.

In reality, the funniest fact is that in this kind of indoor CQB environment, as long as a person has solid cover, the damage caused by his unreliable shooting may actually be greater than the damage caused by his careful aiming!

After a rapid barrage of crossfire, Gavin and Edward stormed into the room and then surveyed their surroundings.

Then, Gavin pointed to the stairs and the first-floor hallway and said.

"I'll go to the second floor."

"OK, three teams rush in and I'll sweep the first floor!"

Edward responded to Gavin with a "K", then called his teammates over the intercom.

Meanwhile, outdoors, the situation gradually became clearer.

After spotting the sniper, the motorcyclists became hesitant to continue, and of the remaining four motorcyclists, one was immediately shot down by the Brotherhood. Meanwhile, in Gavin's armored vehicle's direction, Wang Ling and Barn from Gavin's squad were positioned outside the armored vehicle, suppressing the second-floor windows of the terminal building.

Martin then led the second team members and the third team members to rush towards the terminal building.

After both teams arrived indoors, panting heavily, Martin met up with Gavin. The six-man team quickly went up the stairs, while Gavin stopped at the corner of the stairs, letting his men line up behind him. Edward led his team down the first-floor corridor, breaking down doors and checking the rooms one by one.

At the same time, Gavin casually pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it over the corner of the stairs.

chug chug!

Just as the grenade was thrown, a series of gunshots rang out in the second-floor corridor, followed immediately...

boom!

After the first stun grenade exploded, Madison, who had already confirmed he was alright, joined Martin in throwing several more stun grenades down the corridor. Once all the grenades had detonated, the gunfire in the corridor completely ceased. Gavin immediately adjusted his rifle's angle and quickly turned around the corner of the stairs. There were rooms on both sides of the second-floor corridor, and the sound of machine gun fire could be heard from the room near the door on the left.

Gavin waved his hand forward, and the men immediately split into two groups. Madison continued to follow Gavin, charging towards the room on the left, while Martin led the team directly across the left door and rushed towards the right. As Martin sprinted, Gavin had already rushed into the first room on the left.

As soon as he entered, he saw a dazed guy leaning against the wall, struggling to stand up.

Seeing this, Gavin ignored the guy and fired a burst of bullets directly at the guy operating the machine gun.

But at the very moment the machine gunner died...

Whoosh! !

A barrage of bullets flew in through the window, grazed Gavin's ear, and embedded themselves in the wall.

"Fuck!"

This terrified Gavin. He wasn't hit by the biker gang, but he was almost killed by a bullet that came in from outside the house!

Look in that direction, that's the direction of the fucking fraternity!

Damn it, I almost died from Brotherhood bullets!

You should know that this terminal only has two floors!

At that height, bullets fired from outside wouldn't just stick to the ceiling; they'd practically sweep across the entire room! In a flash, Gavin charged at the struggling biker, stomping a kick to the chest that knocked him unconscious. Gavin then quickly switched to the walkie-talkie.

"Watch out for the fucking fraternity! Damn it, those bastards are still firing into the terminal, they almost hit my ear!"