>I get behind cover
>I fire off my M4A1
>one of them blind fires from cover, I see a blinding light as the brown hand in the distance lights up like a spark, a rain of bullets showers towards me
>I duck behind the worn out truck, it's seen better especially, and today won't be one of those nice days.
>Thankfully, the truck took most of the bullets. They were small rounds, I could tell. Because not one pierced the underside of it as it was flipped over to it's side, infact just a few minutes ago this was my car
>you see, long story short I was in cartel land. White, and a tourist. Well, not just any tourist. I was honestly just after some adventure.
>And I got it. I was hoping more of a "meet some pretty ladies and for $50 a 1 hour romance could blossom in a motel 6" but I guess i'd be unloading something different tonight.
>As I said before, most of the bullets hit the truck. Most. Somehow like the magic bullet from the JFK assassination, one bullet managed to get around my cover and hit me just under the armpit
>"ouch" I thought, but a lot more dramatic than that. even with a thin shell of body armor protecting me, I still felt it, and i'd say I probably took at least 60% of that bullet still more or less.
I get behind cover
>unfortunately, none of my bullets seem to hit him, or the other 2 bozos he had with him infact. And when you're one guy with one injury it suddenly feels like whatever you're up against has been doubled.
> My adrenaline pumping way too fast right now for me to feel the bullet that hit me, I check my magazine quickly. Afterall i'm no expert. I'm just an American who wanted an adventure. Boring life, boring wife, boring everything.
> The mag looked like it maybe had around 5-7 bullets left give or take. I wasn't sure because I could barely hear myself think with those other two idiots shooting at me.
>I came prepared though, as I rolled into Mexico I got my supply of guns I had waiting for me at the border. I won't say how I did it but let's just say I didn't have any problems crossing the border.
>I was armed to the death, I could have been mistaken for a SWAT officer or something.
>These guys weren't here just to rob me, they wanted me. You ever heard of those tourists that get kidnapped in Mexico? and basically just made to be drug slaves for the rest of their lives or worse? yeah that shit exists. I was too paranoid about that shit. I didn't even take a dangerous road. But i'm too paranoid to have not come to this semi shithole country unprepared.
>75
lmao 75 lmao
>Roll back about 20 minutes or so ago, out of nowhere my car is slammed into and despite dressing like I was about to go raid a an actual drug cartel I wasn't actually expecting this to happen. Did he see me through the window and thought I was an actual SWAT officer and just felt like icing me? was he bored? did he want something? maybe he just wanted all my cool gear? couldn't blame him honestly because the trunk had even more where that came from. And like a Hound he must have sniffed it out. More than likely seeing a valuable opportunity to expand his groups "business"
> It took a good few bumps, but I was finally flipped over. I honestly could not believe what was happening. the car flipped and managed to flip right over onto a flat looking boulder. Whether it was an act of God or luck was on me because it made scrambling out of the car that much easier.
>I couldn't believe I managed to pull it off but it was like I was in a dream. Dazed,dizzy, and confused I scrambled out of the car like an action hero undoing my seatbelt and using my tactical knife to puncture a hole in the airbag so I wouldn't be stuck. I already had my glock as my sidearm. As soon as I siddled out of the car with thankfully the boulder on the passanger side, I dropped to the ground.
>I felt more dizzy from doing that, not a smart move. But I realize I had to act quickly. I came absolutely prepared, my car keys in one of the pockets on my utility belt I had more my armor
>I could hear the sound of an engine, I scrambled for my sidearm pistol, using the wrong hand on the wrong side of my body
>this wasn't time to fuck around now I told myself. Still feeling dazed and hurt from falling out of the seat like that. It was only a couple of feet but even with the knee and shoulder pads it hurt. I am not an actual cop, I told myself.
>I finally reached for the gun, using my left hand for some reason and fired wildly as the car engine roaring toward me started to veer off to the side
I know I didn't do any real damage. And it almost made me suspect that he didn't know I was armed because I don't think he was expecting me to fire back at him like that.
>His intent was to run me over. I just know it. He wasn't planning to enslave me as some drug bitch or worse, He was flat out planning to kill me. Why though? were they just common thugs who needed some quick cash from a stupid tourist? has this place really turned to shit that fast?
>I laid on the ground on the side of my face for a second. The car and rock keeping me protected both partially from the grueling hot sun above me and the angry human beings in the Cadillac I most likely just created an expensive repair job for.
> Like a boxer, after about 5 seconds I realize I need to get up and get back into the fight. I get up wobbling and nearly falling down again.
>"shit, FUCK!" I tell myself. Calling myself a fool, "holy shit this is too real for me now." I tell myself.
>I limply hold my glock in my hand, realizing I probably unloaded most if not all of the gun when I panic fired at the car.
>I scramble for my keys in my front pocket, my helmet took most of the impact as well but I was clearly fucked up from the crash.
>I unlock the trunk of the car, I hear a voice in the backround aways, but not far enough away. Yelling angrily.
>that's when my heart rate really went up.
>"oh my god i'm gonna di-" trying not to finish that sentence in my head. I was armed to the teeth, but still absolutely terrified which being armed may have been the only thing making me from absolutely panicking.
>I had practiced at the range, took boxing classes, Tried everything to prepare for this but prepared I wasn't. I could literally be killed in the blink of an eye right now.
>I reached into the trunk and saw most of my guns piled up in the bottom part of the trunk, when the car flipped up against the rock most of the guns fell downward.
>I grabbed my M4, and a few other guns I stood up against the car
>And now we are where we currently are. Still relatively dizzy and dazed. Which is why I missed my first firing of this little M4 I got here, and now this, an actual injury.
>I wasn't a complete idiot though. I had took some training for when something like this would happen.
>I ran over to the front of the car where the window was. I aimed down the sight, peeking from the side and aimed down the red dot sight attachment I had on it. As soon as one of them popped up up from behind their car I lifted my sight up as quick as I possibly could and fired a burst of bullets.
>it was nothing like I had ever felt before, not sex, a promotion, money, or even a good meal could compare to this. I wouldn't admit it, but even the birth of my 1st child wasn't even comparable. As I fired I held onto the grip and the barrell as hard as I could, resisting the monsters urge to look up too high and miss my target.
>splinters of metal and holes formed on the cadillac they were driving. I wasn't a good shot by any means, but it didn't matter because when you are using an automatic rifle at around 70-80 yards you don't have to be that good honestly.
>blood showered the rust blue Cadillac
>I couldn't see him from the distance I was at. But if I could I would have realized that 3 of my bullets hit him. One in the bottom part of the neck, one that skimmed the left side of his temple, and the directly through the left shoulder blade.
>For what I could not see, I could hear. If that bullet had not hit his neck I am not sure if he would have been able to keep fighting. But he was clearly suffering, and I had wish his comrades had put him out of his misery because I sure did. But I did not get to hear the gurgling for long as I could hear another shower of bullets. One of them sounding meaner than the other..I knew exactly that sound
>It was a shotgun. And it wasn't using buckshot. These guys were serious.
who are you even fucking quoting dude?
>The armor I had wasn't real swat armor, or even military armor. I cheaped out and honestly I shouldn't have. But in all honesty I really didn't think something like this would happen. Not in a million years.
>I had bought standard body armor. Like police grade. Meant to stop 9mm handguns, weak stuff. Depends on the state your in but over where i'm from let's just say open and carry isn't really a thing so what you're dealing with are generally thugs with low calibur rounds.
>This was different though, not like my body armor could take anything more than a pistol you could probably buy at a wal-mart, this was a shotgun. And another issue was...it was using slugs.
>Slugs may not have the spread that a regular buckshot would. But it is a much more powerful, compact bullet that also has better range.
>I was in trouble. And just as I thought that to myself I heard what I dreaded and what I wished I had invested in but didn't.
>The roar of an AK erupted the battlefield, muting every other noise and filling everyones ears. I felt worse for his friends more than myself as they must have been right beside him when he fired that thing off
> I rolled over to the left, barely dodging a bullet as one went through the front part of the car I was taking cover with and a line of dirt kicked up into the air as I rolled, I saw the bullet scorch the ground it was making contact with.
>If it wasn't for that rock I very well may have been dead. More bullets than I was comfortable with made it through the car. Miraculously as if God had his hand over me had blessed me with not a single one making contact with my flesh.
>I realized I needed to show them what it was like to make swiss cheese.
>I got out my next rifle in my car, the FAMAS. Straight from France itself. Flaws and all.
>And a box that said "Armor piercing rounds."
>It was almost funny really, like I actually laughed. First a shotgun with a slug in it. And then an AK47 of some kind
>I just couldn't fucking believe it.
>I went to grab my gun, hoping that he had emptied that magazine but it sure did sound like it
>I didn't waste any time trying to see if I could hear the clicking of a mag dropping to the ground from their side, and wasted no time putting the FMJ rounds into my pouch, and taking the spare mags and the FAMAS itself.
> Fitted with a grip, and ACOG site. I was ready for battle..I hoped.
> I knew what I was in for. This gun was an absolute monster and one of the reasons why it was prone to jamming and breaking down was due to the insane firing right and the firing system not being traditional.
> I popped out from behind the car and started strafing right and began firing at nothing but the caddilac.
>I could hear the metal tearing off the car, making it lose some girth in the proccess.
>But I could not hear one human screaming out in pain or the sound of rounds hitting flesh
>As I sweeped the barrell across the car, As I was nearing the rock up against the middle part of the car I was met met with a shotgun blast
>By the miracle of God again I was spared. But something absolutely ridiculous happened. He got a clean shot on the FAMAS I was using..
>It stopped functioning immediately. It wasn't so dramatic as breaking into a 1000 pieces but some of it did splinter off and the fact I had this goofy combat helmet on is what saved my ass. I could feel the chips of metal bounce off my helmet and even a few hitting the glass shield visor over the helmet.
> I ducked and realized I needed to move. Could I see anything I could use as cover?
>there was a fairly large rock over to the right, honestly providing much better cover than I currently had to work with.
>It could cover my whole body, and their bullets, even if FMJ couldn't cross what looked like around 8 feet of thickness of the rock reaching to their side.
Interesting thread