"Bang!"
A bullet pierced through the narrow firing port of the bunker, leaving a huge crater in the concrete wall. Sonny subconsciously shrank his neck, leaning against the wall with his Mk46 light machine gun in his arms and yelling.
"Sniper! Anti-material sniper rifle!"
Lieutenant Captain Ray Perry threw a smoke bomb outside, took off the SR25 on his back and tried to climb to the top rooftop, but he bumped into Jack who was coming towards him.
"Leave it to me, I'll deal with the sniper." Jack reached out and took his semi-automatic sniper rifle. "Dr. Goosby takes five minutes to dismantle a missile. We still need to hold out for at least 45 minutes."
"Understood. Be careful. The enemy's firepower is very strong." Ray Perry directly pulled out two spare magazines and handed them to him, then turned around and continued to defend the door.
The SEAL and Jack have worked together for many times, and it can be said that they trust each other's strength.
While this old bunker was fortified, it had been converted into a hospital. While it featured seemingly sturdy iron bars, breaching them was far easier than a thick concrete wall.
Team B consisted of only six members, leaving them with a considerable number of positions to cover. Fortunately, the enemy attack consisted of only a dozen men, allowing them to manage the situation.
The SEALs were at a disadvantage in terms of firepower. This time, Sonny's prized light machine gun was rarely outmatched, not by the unknown anti-material sniper rifle, but by an M60E3 general-purpose machine gun.
The M60E3, chambered in 7.62mm NATO ammunition, was far more powerful than Sonny's Mark 46 light machine gun, which fired 5.56mm NATO ammunition.
Sonny, switching positions after each burst, had managed to hold his own, but the addition of the anti-material sniper rifle completely overwhelmed him.
Without a restraint, the M60E3 began to unleash its might. A hail of bullets sent dust flying from windows. Some soldiers were already attempting to force their way forward under cover of machine gun fire.
However, two grenades launched from the windows dispelled any hopes of a quick victory. Although both sides were experienced special forces, the SEALs' tactical proficiency was clearly superior.
The bunker consisted of only two floors, with a central atrium-like structure and a dilapidated skylight at the top. Vines clung to the outer walls.
Jack had just ascended the stairs to the second floor when he heard another muffled gunshot, easily identifiable as coming from the rooftop of the prison building.
It was still early morning, and only a thin layer of sea fog enveloped the island. As Jack determined his position, the muzzle flash from a hundred meters away, though fleeting, did not escape his sight.
While their equipment wasn't as cutting-edge as the SEALs', it had everything they needed. Jack barely emerged to observe when he was spotted by the enemy, also equipped with night vision goggles.
He swung the muzzle of his general-purpose machine gun around, and a long burst of fire ripped through the already battered parapet.
The brick parapet was far more fragile than the reinforced concrete walls, over half a meter thick, and couldn't withstand the barrage of 7.62mm NATO rounds.
Jack, dusty and dusty, leaned against a pillar, sweating profusely. This was the difference between elite soldiers and ordinary gunners. Marksmanship and individual qualities were secondary; the subjective sense of coordination was even more formidable.
While he had fought regular soldiers before, the battle-hardened soldiers led by General Hammer were clearly far superior to the so-called soldiers from North Korea.
Fortunately, Jack wasn't fighting alone. The moment he noticed the shift in general-purpose machine gun fire, Jason and his SEALs launched a counterattack.
Under the cover of Sonny's Mk46, Scott Carter, former A-Team leader and now B6 "Full Metal," scored the first blow. With his Noveske N4, he fired a steady, short burst, piercing a soldier's knee.
The ponytailed soldier screamed and fell to the ground. Just as he tried to scramble back to the stone steps that served as cover, Jason fired a barrage of bullets into his chest and shoulder.
"Help me! Help me!"
the wounded soldier struggled to roll back to cover. While the .300BLK round is considered a subsonic, silenced round and a compromise between the 5.56 and 7.62 calibers—
a 5.56 cartridge with a 7.62 bullet, giving the illusion of a small horse pulling a large cart—it ultimately carries the power of a rifle round.
Although his chest was protected by bulletproof plates, the gunshot wounds to his shoulders and knees quickly caused him to bleed profusely. He rolled over twice before being unable to move.
General Hammer's men and the SEALs were not engaged at a great distance. After all, Alcatraz Island was only a little over 500 meters long from north to south and less than 200 meters wide from east to west.
This confined terrain effectively meant the two sides were engaged in a close-quarters engagement, with each side only thirty or forty meters apart. Furthermore, tonight was a full moon night in early summer, so Jason's marksmanship wasn't so poor as to prevent him from completing a follow-up kill at such a distance.
Neither side was fully manned at the moment. Regardless of whether the other side was willing to risk their lives to rescue their comrades, creating a seriously injured person who needed care was more cost-effective than an outright kill.
His tactics were somewhat underhanded, but they were quite effective. The newly relocated general-purpose machine guns opened fire again, and anti-material sniper fire from the distant prison rooftops roared.
A dark figure appeared silently behind Jack, like a cat, almost crawling along the ground, moving to his side.
"What are you doing here?"
Jack was a little surprised. Why was old man Mason coming up here at this time?
"Looks like you need a spotter." Mason pointed at his eyes. "I forgot to bring my glasses, but it seems my presbyopia can help a little."
Seeing Jack's expression that said, "What the hell are you talking about?" the old man smiled bitterly. "Well, it's that thing that Goosby is messing with that's really creeping me out. I just want to stay away from those things."
"You know, even if we hide up here, if something goes wrong down there, we'll only die half a minute later." Jack shrugged at him, leaning against the pillar and holding the SR25.
"But at least I don't have to listen to that idiot over there repeatedly telling me how dangerous what he's dealing with is, and how if we fail, our spinal nerve signals will be severed and we'll die in half a minute.
I can already feel the pain in my back."
Jack didn't hear the rest of his words because the anti-material sniper rifle on the prison roof roared again, this time shifting its firing position like the general-purpose machine gun before.
(End of Chapter)