Chapter 47 A Bunch of Uninformed Waste

For Rambo, he would rather be caught by the police anywhere in the future outside of Ohio after he escapes, than be caught by people like Will, or even the police in Ohio.

Deputy Sheriff Gore had lynched him in the small town police station before, so one can imagine how the people of Ohio treated him.

And Gore is dead, who knows if he will be shot dead in the mountains by people like Will after he surrenders.

When the time comes to say 'resisting arrest' casually in the report, no one in Ohio will care who the dead person is.

Even if people from the U.S. military came out to intervene, but Will and the others spoke the same words, and a deputy sheriff really died, the case would not be overturned.

Although Rambo didn't think so deeply, as a veteran who has fought in the jungle for five or six years, he has a natural intuition for danger.

Just by hearing the tone of Will and the others, he knew that this matter could not be resolved.

The footsteps backed up slowly, and when Will saw Rambo retreating, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a "bang" shot, the bullet grazed Rambo's forehead and was almost headshot.

"Da da da, da da da".

When the other policemen heard the gunshots, they also pulled the triggers. For a while, the unique sound of three bursts of M16 spread throughout the canyon.

It's a pity that this group of people are all trash, condescending, and the distance in a straight line is less than 40 meters. Except for Will's first shot, all the dozens of bullets after that were hit by one shot.

After Rambo staggered away and disappeared behind the huge rock, Will shouted "cease fire".

But the order to cease fire was shouted several times, and someone still kept pulling the trigger. Li Changheng, who was holding a Remington 700 shotgun, curled his lips, despising these people as real trash.

"Henry, why didn't you shoot?"

Bailey, who was closest to Li Changheng, looked angrily at the M16 in his hand, and then at the rifle with a tenfold scope in Li Changheng's hand.

Li Changheng shrugged, pretending to be innocent and said, "Sorry, I really want to help,

Otherwise, he would not have taken the rifle out of the holster, loaded it, and opened the cover of the scope,

But Sergeant Will had warned me not to shoot without his orders.

And the situation just now was too sudden, a rookie like me can't shoot with a gun like you."

After hearing this explanation, everyone nodded helplessly.

They all heard what Will warned. Li Changheng had never touched a gun. He said it himself when he sent out the hunting invitation yesterday.

"Henry, would you like to lend me your gun?"

Old man Lynn, who was leading the hunting dog, looked at Will and the others with dissatisfaction, "You idiots, you only know how to hold automatic rifles, but don't you know how to wear scopes?"

The four of Will couldn't help looking at Pat, who was in charge of bringing the gun, and Pat shrugged helplessly, "It's not hunting to hunt down criminals. Of course, bring automatic weapons and suppress them with firepower."

"Okay, stop talking."

Will interrupted other people's complaints, but complained in his heart that the M16 is a bad gun. Unless it is modified, it was not designed with a scope in mind.

As for the special model of the sniper version of the M16, the US military disliked it and did not purchase it.

As for the folks in the United States, of course they use Remington or Winchester shotguns that are affordable and more accurate.

It took the group more than two hours to detour down to the bottom of the cliff. It was already past 2 pm.

Standing on a rock, Li Changheng watched Rambo's escape route, wondering if he should separate from Will's group right now.

In order not to encounter Rambo who started to revenge, and the trap that Rambo set in the mountains and forests.

"Squeak, call the sheriff, call the sheriff".

There was a sound from the intercom asking for a call, and Will took the microphone handed over by Leon, "This is the sheriff, please speak."

"Boss, we are in trouble," the person in the police station reported, "I just received a message from the military that the John Rambo you are chasing is a Green Beret.

And this guy is not an ordinary special soldier, but a combat hero who has received a congressional medal for his military exploits."

"Damn it, Green Berets?"

Before Will could speak, Pat smiled and shook his head and muttered, "There are not 400 green berets in the entire United States, including those who are still in the Vietnam War.

Now, we're dealing with the best of the best, and this has to be handled by the state troopers, or God knows if we're after Rambo, or is Rambo hunting us in the jungle? "

Leon on the side scolded with no confidence in his heart, "Shut up, Pat."

After speaking, everyone looked at Will, who was in charge.

Will, who was also taken aback by the news, wanted to give up.

But when he saw Gore's body and the shooting on the cliff just now, he couldn't help persuading him with a fluke in his heart, "We should have shot or shot that madman just now.

And we have 7 people, three hounds, five automatic rifles, one shotgun, and six pistols. Do you want to be called useless and cowards by the people in the town? "

"But the green beret is really not easy to mess with."

When Pat heard Dimiji's words, he immediately suggested, "Will, this is not an ordinary thief, robber, or murderer. The state police have more experience in dealing with this matter than us."

It would be fine if Pat only said that Rambo was difficult to deal with, but what this guy meant was to send the state police to his death, which instantly made Will feel like he was being slapped in the face by his subordinates,

It is also tantamount to admitting to everyone that he is so incompetent as a sheriff that he has become a coward among his men.

This made Will, who was used to being a toubob, bear it.

Furiously, he rushed to Pat's side, grabbed his collar and hair, and dragged him to the dead body of Goyle.

"The person who died now is not only your colleague, but also a friend your parents knew before they gave birth to you, a bastard.

I don't care if you are willing to help, but I will never allow a coward like you to hold back, and if you don't shut up,

When we nail that lunatic's medal to his heart, it's time for you to take off your police uniform and go home."

Pat faltered in an instant, "Okay, okay, Will, I apologize, just pretend I didn't say that just now."

Looking at Pat's pustules, Will pushed him bored, then turned to look at the others.

Seeing Leon, Bailey and Dimiji both lowered their heads, while the old man Lynn nodded in agreement, and couldn't help but look at Li Changheng.

Seeing this, Wilton was taken aback.

I only carried guns and ammunition, walked down the mountain road for several hours, not only tired and sweaty, but also my clothes were almost soaked.

But Li Changheng, who is only 17 years old, is carrying a long and short gun, ammunition, dagger, backpack with tents, water bottles, small pans, and convenient supplies for three days. A few hours of people on the mountain road.

He couldn't help but asked tentatively, "Henry, what do you think?"