408 caliber bullets were not small items. Long Feipeng tried his best to fill up his backpack, but he only had around 50 rounds of scattered ammo.

However, including the bullets in his magazine, almost 100 rounds were enough for a cold-bore gun. He couldn't carry any more than that.

What made him even more overjoyed was that he found a special holster for the gun in the storage cabinet.

He gently put the 200 rounds into the holster and carried it behind his back.

Long Feipeng suddenly realized that he should have a weapon for self-defense.

It would be difficult for him to rely on the Beretta 9 pistol that he had found earlier.

Therefore, he carried the sniper rifle and went to the submachine gun section of the gun shop.

Long Feipeng was once again dazzled by the variety of submachine guns inside.

Fortunately, Long Feipeng knew what he wanted.

HK's P7A3 was a good choice because it was short, capable, fast, and had powerful firepower.

The recoil of the 46 rounds was less than half that of the 9 rounds.

It was a perfect close-range weapon. He could use the sniper rifle at a distance and the submachine gun at close range.

When the situation wasn't too far away, he could just run away if he sensed that something was wrong.

This was Long Feipeng's strategy.

He picked up the bare P7A3 on the cabinet and found a bunch of accessories to install it.

He didn't let go of any of the four Picatinny rails on the gun body.

There was a red dot sight on the top, a thumb grip on the bottom, a tactical flashlight on the left, and a tactical laser pointer on the right.

He also took five magazines of 25 rounds and 46 ammo and put them on his belt.

At this time, Long Feipeng, who had finished packing, realized that Richard and the others were no longer in the house.

He saw that the door to the back of the gun shop was open, so he walked in.

The back of the gun shop was also a completely different world. There was an indoor shooting range of nearly 600 square meters. This kind of gun shop was very common in the United States.

In the corner of the shooting range was a room of about 10 square meters made of iron cages.

The interior was tightly covered with black canvas. From the outside, it was impossible to see what was inside.

Richard and the others went in and out of the iron cage house. Long Feipeng walked closer and realized what was going on.

Inside the iron cage was a small weapons warehouse, and the lock on the safety door had long been smashed.

The things inside were not ordinary fellows.

They were all heavy weapons used by individual soldiers, such as Javelin anti-tank missiles, Stinger anti-aircraft missiles, and even the most inferior ones were RPG7 Gods.

Even the six-barreled 134-barreled Vulcan Cannon was present.

Unfortunately, he couldn't take all of these things with him. Richard Hunt looked at these treasures with a look of pity.

He ordered everyone to take some light things with them.

The black man, Moore, looked at the 134 Revolver Vulcan Cannon lying quietly in the room and was very reluctant to part with it.

However, his leg was injured and the wound had not healed yet. There was no way for him to take this big guy away. He could only follow his boss's orders.

When everyone was done packing up, Richard told them to leave the Smoking Pipe and Gun Shop.

He was ready to go to the Brooklyn Police Department to get back at them.

Previously, they were bullied by the gangs because their equipment was not good enough.

The resentment in their chests made the members of the special forces feel very uncomfortable.

Each of them rubbed their fists and prepared to fight the other party.

Along the way, Alan Martin followed behind Long Feipeng and saw the gun bag on Long Feipeng's back. It was marked with the number 200.

He hesitated for a moment and reminded him in a low voice, "This gun might drag you down."

"What?" Faced with Allen's sudden words, Long Feipeng didn't understand.

But after Allen finished speaking, he ignored Long Feipeng and continued to guard the surroundings with the K14EBR.

Soon, the few of them arrived at a block opposite the Brooklyn Police Department.

Long Feipeng and Griffin were left behind to guard the place. The black man, Moore, couldn't make big movements because of his leg injury, so he was also left behind.

Richard led Ross and Allen up a relatively intact building.

When they arrived at the three-story building, Richard took out his rangefinder and began to observe the periphery of the Brooklyn Police Department, which was a few hundred meters away.

The Brooklyn Police Department was the unit that Richard had worked at for eight years.

Now, things had changed. Through the rangefinder, he didn't see any familiar figures in the dilapidated police department.

His former colleagues and friends seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

If it weren't for the brothers who had gone through thick and thin with him, reminding him that this was reality, he would have thought that this was a dream.

He might really think that this was a dream, a terrible nightmare.

He didn't see any familiar people, but he did see a few gang members patrolling the area.

But from the weapons they were holding, it was obvious that the criminals had stolen the guns in the police department.

It was impossible to attack rashly. He needed to set up a perfect plan based on the limited information he had to minimize the casualties.

His team could not afford to lose any of their members.

"Ross, why do you think these b * stards took over the police department?" Richard put down the rangefinder and turned to look at Ross.

Ross took the rangefinder and sneered, "I'm guessing that there's someone important in the police station that's worth it for them to do this, or it's purely for revenge. These scumbags can do anything when they're high on drugs."

"Something's up. Second to last room on the right on the second floor." Allen had been paying attention to the situation as soon as he went upstairs.

Through his sniper scope, nothing in the police department could escape his eyes.

Following the direction Allen reported, Richard picked up the rangefinder again and looked across.

Soon, he found the second to last room on the right on the second floor. It was the police department's conference room.

Through the zoom lens, Richard saw the situation inside. There were a few people in uniform squatting in the middle of the room.

Richard recognized a few of them as his former colleagues.

Behind them were two gangsters in cotton-padded clothes with police HK416s in their hands. It seemed that they were guarding the group of police officers.

"Damn it, Jacob and Lillian are all inside. Allen, are you sure you can hit them with one shot at this distance?" Richard frowned and sounded anxious.

Alan Martin's eyes didn't leave the sniper scope for a moment. He replied, "350 meters, downwind, no problem, but there are two targets. To be on the safe side, it's best if someone helps me share the burden."

"Okay, you stay here. I'll take them and push 200 meters forward. Remember, you move when I hear the gunshot." Richard made some simple arrangements and prepared to go downstairs.

At this time, Allen, who hadn't left the sniper scope, turned around and said, "There's no need to go through so much trouble. Hua Xia has a sniper rifle downstairs. You can leave him here as my assistant."

At the mention of Long Feipeng, Richard was stunned. "That Hua Xia?

Can he do it?

I don't think he knows how to use a gun. "

Ross always had some practical opinions at the right time. "Captain, I think Allen's idea is good. If you're worried, we can carry out both plans at the same time. If Allen fails, we can fill in. If he succeeds, we can take advantage of the chaos to move to the police building."

Although Richard was a hundred times more worried about Long Feipeng, it was, after all, a suggestion from his trusted subordinate.