After the meeting, Richard Hunt ordered his men to collect some portable high-calorie food for military rations.

Then, he walked up to Long Feipeng and asked, "We're going to move in a while. Are you going alone or with us?"

Long Feipeng opened his eyes and frowned slightly. At this moment, he also understood.

There was really no guarantee if he traveled alone in this world. He might die tragically in the hands of aliens halfway.

Since the other party wanted to recruit him, it was best to stick together.

"Is this an invitation?" Long Feipeng threw the topic back to the other party.

"Think about it. We'll leave in five minutes. If you've decided, follow me." Richard Hunt clearly didn't want to argue with Long Feipeng on this issue.

After saying that, he turned around and went to collect food.

Long Feipeng got up and stretched his body. He was about to get some food and drink, but he didn't know where it happened.

"Bang!" The gun misfired.

"This stupid gun, how can it misfire just like that?" Long Feipeng looked at the gun and was furious.

At this moment, Richard Hunt, who had rushed over after hearing the news, saw the gun in Long Feipeng's hand and felt threatened.

He subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand, turned off the safety, and shouted, "Put the gun down and put your hands behind your head."

"This …" Long Feipeng wanted to explain, but his trouser pockets were stuffed with yellow mud. Even if it wasn't sh * t, it was sh * t. He couldn't explain at all.

He could only follow the other party's order and put the gun on the ground. Then, he raised his hands and put them behind his head.

The other four members of the SWAT team also rushed over and pointed their guns at Long Feipeng.

Seeing that his teammates had arrived, Richard Hunt raised his gun and walked slowly to Long Feipeng.

He kicked the gun on the ground, but he didn't expect this kick.

Bang! Another SWAT member collapsed, clutching his left leg as he screamed in agony. Clearly, the gun had misfired again.

"Moore!!!" Richard Hunt's eyes almost popped out.

The one who was shot down by the errant bullet was none other than his most trusted subordinate and the only black man in the team, Digger Moore.

Seeing that Moore only injured his calf, which shouldn't be fatal, he felt relieved.

At this time, Richard Hunt, who had calmed down, understood what was going on.

Putting away his gun, he turned around and shouted, "Griffin, save him. The rest of you, spread out and stand guard."

After giving the order, he did not care about Long Feipeng who had raised his hands in surrender.

Instead, he bent down and carefully picked up the 4A1 assault rifle from the ground.

He skillfully unloaded the magazine and pulled the bolt. A bullet popped out with a 'ding'.

Then, he moved the empty lever with his thumb and pulled the trigger with his index finger. With a 'click', the gun was completely unloaded.

Only then did he throw the gun to Long Feipeng. Caught off guard, Long Feipeng hurriedly reached out and hugged it.

"Friend, don't tell me that your grandpa's grandpa left this gun to you?" Richard Hunt looked at Long Feipeng in annoyance.

Long Feipeng looked helpless. He smiled bitterly and said, "Don't joke around. This gun belonged to an uncle. He's dead, killed by aliens."

"Looking at you, you've never touched a gun before?

Don't you know?

It's easy for a loaded gun to misfire, especially this kind of old gun that's over a hundred years old. "

"Does playing online shooting games count as touching a gun?" Long Feipeng's retort left Richard Hunt speechless.

He threw the magazine back to Long Feipeng and turned to leave.

"Kid, you'd better be careful." After that, he went to check on his injured companion.

Long Feipeng carefully held the gun, picked up the bullet on the ground, and pressed it into the magazine.

Then, he pressed the magazine back into the gun, but this time, he didn't dare to load it, for fear of another accident.

At this time, he also understood that the previous uncle in the cowboy hat was most likely killed by this misfire.

Because someone was injured, the team that should have left early was delayed for another half an hour.

Relying on his familiarity with Brooklyn, Richard Hunt took Long Feipeng and the others straight to the nearest police station.

The injured Moore was carried by Long Feipeng. It couldn't be helped, Long Feipeng's gun misfired.

Long Feipeng couldn't say anything, but carrying Moore, who weighed nearly 170 pounds, really made him exhausted. Sweat soaked the sweater he was wearing inside.

As they moved forward stealthily, they encountered a few small alien ground troops, but Richard Hunt avoided them all.

After a lot of hardships, they finally arrived at the periphery of a police station near Williamsburg.

From afar, the police station had also been hit by a meteorite, and half of the main building had collapsed.

The big NYPD sign had already fallen, lying quietly on the ground in front of the door.

Just as they continued to walk in the direction of the police station, a dozen guns suddenly poked out from the main building and instantly opened fire at them.

The sound of gunfire covered the entire street, and Richard Hunt and the others hurriedly found cover.

"B * stard, don't shoot, we're the SWAT Special Operations Team," Richard Hunt shouted at the opposite side.

Through this shout, the gunfire on the opposite side also died down.

At this moment, a voice that sounded like a broken gong came from the opposite side. "I know who you are, but I now announce that this place has been occupied by the Lane Gang. If you take one more step, I promise to send you back home with bullets!!!"

"Lane Gang?

What do they do? "Long Feipeng, who was hiding in the corner of the building, whispered to Moore, who was on his back.

"The Lane Gang is a famous gang in this area. Its members are all ruthless b * stards. They produce drugs, sell drugs, sell firearms, and sell people."

After hearing Moore's explanation, Long Feipeng finally understood that this police station had probably been targeted by a gang with ulterior motives.

At this moment, Richard Hunt gritted his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to rush up and fight the gang of criminals.

Fortunately, he didn't let his anger get to his head. Instead, he ordered a retreat.

After all, there were only six people in total, including one injured and one useless person. They didn't have enough ammunition.

They didn't know how many people there were on the opposite side. It was hard to win this battle no matter how they fought.

The other side's gunfire stopped. Obviously, they were also considering the problem of saving ammunition.

Richard Hunt reluctantly retreated with his three men. They came to the corner of the building where Long Feipeng was and hid.

"These b * stards, I really want to rush up and fight with them," Richard Hunt said angrily.

"Captain, let's think of a way to go somewhere else," Ross suggested.

Richard Hunt was obviously unwilling. He looked at a team member beside him and asked, "Captain, if I give you all the bullets, are you confident that you can snipe these sons of b * tches?"

Alan Martin shook his head. "No. First of all, our guns are submachine guns. The range of nine bullets is too short. It's more than 300 meters. We can't reach them at all. Besides, we don't know how many people there are on the other side. If we kill a few and rush up rashly, I'm afraid we'll be at a disadvantage."

Hearing Allen's words, everyone lowered their heads in silence. The atmosphere turned cold.