Chapter 21: Tax Collection Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 20 Full Power Bullet

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Boom...

Hum...

After the intense roar produced by the violent explosion ended, Milton felt a slight ringing in his ears and dizziness.

The extreme tension in combat and the shaking from various explosion shockwaves can affect a person's senses to a considerable extent.

This includes the sense of time.

This is also why ordinary people rarely choose to delay throwing grenades in combat—you think you "cooked" it for one or two seconds, but actually three or four seconds may have already passed!

But Milton at this time forcibly suppressed various discomforts, forcibly suppressed the physiological drowsiness brought by continuous rushing about, and counted seconds in his mind.

He wanted to roughly calculate the time needed for the enemy who said he would go back to move things to return, then fire at the door, attempting to cause casualties to the chaotic enemy side again in the gunpowder smoke.

The enemy had probably walked out a distance of 15 meters, but he should not walk slowly; roughly estimated, firing at the door after 8 seconds would have a chance to hit.

Milton now stood on the left fork of that intersection; after firing, once he exposed information, he had to immediately retreat to the stairwell, not delaying for a moment.

"Milton is about to fire in the 1 o'clock direction, then withdraw; needs covering, watch out for crossfire."

"Received."

"Understood."

Bang bang bang...

Milton poked his head out with his gun, fired five shots toward the door direction, and regardless of whether they hit, immediately retreated toward the stairwell according to plan.

However, he had just taken two steps when a "swish swish" sound suddenly came to his ears.

This is... the sound of bullets extremely close, only heard when they graze past a person!

At the same time, several huge roaring sounds came from the gunpowder-filled door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire and the sound of the concrete wall beside him being violently impacted and cracking came through Milton's headset—the enemy had just fired back at where he was standing!

If he had left a step later, if there had been no gunpowder smoke blocking the enemy's vision at the door, the consequences would be unthinkable!

But what made Milton even more horrified was that he heard two sharp and short sounds coming from his abdomen.

Clang! Crack!

The hard armor plate was hit... the ceramic shattered...

Milton's abdomen felt as if it had been struck hard by an iron hammer, his muscles as if torn; dull pain, tearing pain, and other pains quickly spread to his chest, followed by difficulty breathing and numbness in his limbs.

He was hit.

But this power... that's not right, how could an ordinary rifle round cause this degree of damage to a Level III armor plate?!

This was already very close to penetrating it!

Strong survival instinct and the remaining rationality in his mind allowed Milton to keep his last bit of calm; he just shook his body slightly, then continued to retreat quickly toward the stairwell along the original plan route.

The two teammates fired to suppress the door; they had to retreat while seizing this opportunity.

Without shouting loudly or fleeing in panic, until he retreated into the stairwell and hid behind new cover did Milton take two deep breaths, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling.

There was no time for lingering fear; he had to immediately report the information he had just obtained to his companions.

"I'm hit, light injury."

Brandon was reloading with cold hands: "This..."

Milton forcibly suppressed his teammate's shock: "It's nothing big, don't forget I have a bulletproof vest."

His steady and calm attitude re-encouraged Brandon and "Boss"; the two voices relaxed a bit: "Then, act according to the original plan?"

Milton endured the pain and looked down at his bulletproof vest.

The good news was the bullet did not penetrate the plate; the bad news was the model of this bullet...

"Yes. Reporting information now; based on my preliminary judgment, the other side used an FNFAL rifle, bullet model 7.62x51mm NATO, M80." (Note 1)

After this sentence, the radio remained silent for a full second.

FNFAL, the right hand of the free world, a famous gun among famous guns; power, accuracy, cost-performance, and maintenance difficulty are all world-class!

And the bullet it uses is the "Full Power Bullet."

Full Power Bullet!!!

Likewise, it is also the protection limit of this bulletproof vest Milton is wearing—the NIJIII bulletproof standard can resist direct fire from M80 bullets with a muzzle velocity below 847 m/s.

But the biggest problem with ceramic plates is poor reusability and poor edge protection. Once hit and cracks appear, the bulletproof performance of nearby areas will drop significantly; plus, the protection around the edges is not good...

Even if lucky, the bullet doesn't hit the same area, and the plate blocks several bullets, the person hit will inevitably be stunned briefly by the impact of a Full Power Bullet close to the protection limit.

In indoor close-quarters combat, the role of a bulletproof vest is greatly reduced compared to field operations, because life and death are decided within seconds, and incapacitation equals death!

That is to say, each of them probably only has one chance to be hit.

There is no room for error at all...

Hit again, and the outcome is death!

The good news is the other side was indeed caught off guard by him; otherwise, few people would use such a heavy and hard-to-control weapon as the FNFAL indoors.

While Milton adjusted his state, trying to recover from the previous wave of blows, he vaguely heard four chaotic footsteps coming... they sounded like they had already approached the intersection.

Four seconds later, the sound of two grenades exploding came.

Boom! Boom!

Milton hid behind cover, enduring the pain from his injuries, and spoke: "The enemy has frag grenades, and they tend to use frag grenades to solve enemies that might exist in safe angles rather than conduct cornering."

"Next, conduct tactical deployment."

"'Boss', you're using a submachine gun, which is more flexible. Later you guard the stair entrance and exit; when you see the enemy, fire directly, then retreat... their weapons are very cumbersome in an indoor environment, your bulletproof vest and our cover are enough to protect you."

"Brandon, you take the lower half of the floor, go to the corner, don't expose your position. After 'Boss' fires, you immediately pull out and fire, forming crossfire."

"Don't be afraid, you must follow the plan, otherwise we all die."

Actually, Milton didn't want to give so many tactical instructions with so much ineffective content, but his teammates weren't professional soldiers or SWAT; he had to steady their morale, so he could only waste more breath.

The two people's positions were extremely dangerous, but neither of them had any objections; they quickly took their positions.

Because just now Milton's positioning was even more dangerous than theirs... the boss had done the most dangerous work, had even been shot and wounded; how could they be disobedient?

The two weren't afraid of danger; they were just afraid others would leave all the danger to themselves.

Milton was obviously not that kind of comrade, so, listen to him!

"If the enemy cooks a grenade, before retreating you must also throw a frag grenade in the same position; otherwise if the enemy hasn't pulled the pin and we retreat, it's equivalent to leaving our backs to the enemy. Understand?"

"Received."

While the three people simply communicated, the enemy's clearing of the intersection was also nearing its end.

Right at this moment, another huge explosion sound came over.

The trap grenade in the storage room was triggered!

"Good..." Brandon couldn't help but speak to comfort himself, "At least the personnel disadvantage has been evened out."

Our firepower, defense, and condition are inferior to the enemy's, but at least we possess the defender's information advantage!

The enemy was obviously flustered by this another trap grenade for a good while, but soon, Milton heard three sets of footsteps pushing toward the stair entrance.

"Two consecutive casualties and they still didn't retreat; morale is high, and they're quite confident in their equipment. That enemy wearing heavy body armor, holding a FAFAL, should be fine."

"Prepare to engage the enemy."

Milton hid behind the wall, quietly awaiting the combat to begin.

The enemy approached.

Footsteps seemed right by the ear.

Then, he heard the sound of a thing being thrown in.

Thud... thud...

Frag grenade!

Note 1: 7.62x51mm NATO actually has certain differences from. 308 Win; they cannot be completely equated. Chamber pressure, locking clearance all have subtle gaps. I remember it seems automatic rifles using roller-delayed blowback principle are best not to use. 308 Win, for example HK G3. (Though HK417 also seems best not to use. 308 Win)