Many Americans who watch battles here from a high place far away have the feeling of watching blockbusters or being on the streets of Baghdad. Many people are wondering if this is still the United States?

Is this still the America that God loves the most?

Looking at the black hawk, turning into a huge fireball in the air, Randall was already pale at this time, and he was no longer as passionate as he was at the beginning of the operation.

He knew that he had messed up. Even if he could take down all those people this time, send them to Guantanamo, and seize those machine tools, it would be useless. Those who waited for him would still not have any good results.

Carl was already pale at this time, and his legs were trembling. As a clerk who had been sitting in the office for a long time, he climbed to the head of the Boston area of ​​Cia, who was today due to flattery and nepotism. He knew that he was completely finished this time.

He even remembered that the 38 revolver in the drawer in his office, maybe a bullet inside was his best ending

At this time, Langdall and Carl, who were standing in the office, had already brought by Randall from Detroit, all looking at the battlefield outside with different expressions.

This is not Boston, this is hell on earth, this is the streets of Basra

The tracer bullets flashed with red light, with the sound of whistling air, kept flying above the port. The bullets hit the ship's wall, and the fires were splattered everywhere.

The other Black Hawks who reacted immediately turned their fuselage, turned their muzzle, and made the maximum firepower output in the direction of the No. 2 ship that had just fired the rpg.

At this time, the command of firepower control was long ago thrown out of the sky by the pilots and machine gunners who had been angry and burned with reason. The death of their comrades was stimulated all the time.

It was originally a game of turkey, but I didn't expect it to turn into a night of massacre with a strong smell of blood.

The firepower tilted down from the black shadow immediately turned the deck of the No. 2 ship into a hell. Big fireballs, mixed with huge explosions, kept rising into the air on the No. 2 ship.

Gunshots, fire, black smoke, and explosions dyed Boston's port red. Everything that happened here made people involuntarily remember Pearl Harbor during World War II.

The Americans who were still watching were pale at this time...
Chapter completed!