Chapter 334 - 214: Elite Squad, One Man Rampage
In this kind of emergency situation, there was not much information available.
By the time they rushed over, the patrol officers in the car had already adjusted their radios based on the guidance.
From the radio, the first policemen on the scene were reporting, "It’s a group of Mexicans, they’re wearing white t-shirts, and most of them have automatic rifles, I repeat, a group of Mexicans..."
From the pager, apart from the patrol officers’ frantic reports, there were also screams and rapid gunfire, and calls admonishing residents to grab their guns and rush back inside.
It was clear that the scene was chaotic.
"Damn it, why would they call us for backup in this situation? They should have sent out the SWAT team directly," the patrol officer muttered under his breath.
At this time, the LAPD’s weapon authorization wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as exaggerated as one might imagine; at least among the first responding officers, only the high-level officers were equipped with automatic rifles and powerful shotguns in their cars.
The rest of the patrol officers just had standard handguns at most, perhaps with the addition of a bullet-proof vest.
Brian silently drew his handgun and checked his ammunition.
Ever since he had thrown stones with enough force to match the close-range power of a regular handgun, he seldom carried a lot of magazines—just a few small cantaloupes hung around his body.