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will cause them to go off.”
I said , “Great, start shooting.”
I f we didn’t get rid of this car it would render our recon by land impossible and we might have to conduct it by boat, which is risky because any time you are on the water you are an easy target.
Tommy chambered a round into the Cobb.
The Cobb 50 BMG is a 50-caliber rifle, shooting a Browning machine gun round that can go through steel, even an engine block. It can enter through one side of a car, come out the other side, and kill someone. The BMG has a muzzle velocity of 1,900 miles per hour or 2, 800 feet per second. The BMG bullet is ½ inch in diameter and nearly four inches long. I call it the Superman Bullet. The Cobb is a semi automatic rifle, built just like an AR 15 but bigger and has a ten round magazine.
Tommy put the Cobb on some sand bags for support and took aim at the car’s engine, squeezing the trigger, sending the superman bullet … Kaboom! The whole front of the car exploded in a massive fire ball, sending pieces of metal at us and a shock wave of wind, as we all ducked. If we would have been any closer one of us could have been killed. The sound was so loud it almost blew out my eardrums. Now we had a burning wreck sitting in the middle of the road with black smoke billowing high into the sky but at least it was no longer a bomb threat. We’d just let the fire burn itself out which would probably take most of the day.
Tommy looked down the road through the Cobb rifle scope and yelled, “They’re coming! Everyone get ready.”
We all looked down the ro ad and I saw six cars. Without warning, Tommy fired the Cobb again…BAM! BAM! BAM! Three shots in a row and three cars exploded. The other three cars stopped and quickly backed up to get out of rifle range.
P eople were jumping out of the blazing cars and running for cover. Tommy shot three of them with the Cobb and I guess about nine of them got away. It doesn’t matter where you are hit with a Superman bullet, it kills you. Hitting you in the leg or shoulder it blows those body parts right off into big chunks of meat and you go into shock, bleed out, and die.
I think the ass holes heard the explosion and thought we were all dead and this was their chance to breach our roadblock. They had no clue that we were waiting for them and ready to take out more of these creeps. They had no idea we had a Cobb 50, which can stop a car in its tracks. These guys were really pissing me off. They didn’t even know they had already lost the war; probably because they were all doped up and had no idea what they were doing, no logic, no reasoning, the dumb bastards.
Si nce they were out the range of the AR and 308 rifles, no one else got off a shot. We all just started to laugh and Deputy Matthews shouted out, “Great shooting, Tommy!”
Tommy had just dropped another three guys, bringing the total number of junkies over there down to less than twenty and he blew up three of their cars.
I commented to everyone, “ The question is what do we do now? Is the recon patrol still on? Should we wait? I am out of ideas and think we need to regroup before acting. We need to push that burning car off the road all the way into the water if possible. The three cars down the road we’ll just leave at that location and hope the coyotes eat the dead bodies.”
Rick heard the explosion and drove down to the bridge. We told him what happened and that we used four rounds of BMG in the process of dropping these guys.
Rick said, “Great shooting Tommy, you can have the Cobb 50 and all my ammo. You are a better shooter than I’ll ever be.”
“Thanks ,” Tommy replied.
I asked Rick, “ How do you feel?”
“I am ok now. Thanks for telling the Doc what to give me because he had no idea how to treat this. I appreciate it buddy but what are we going to do now?”
“I suggest we do nothing as there is no urgent need for us to leave the island, so we wait them out. Let’s get some lunch
I said , “Great, start shooting.”
I f we didn’t get rid of this car it would render our recon by land impossible and we might have to conduct it by boat, which is risky because any time you are on the water you are an easy target.
Tommy chambered a round into the Cobb.
The Cobb 50 BMG is a 50-caliber rifle, shooting a Browning machine gun round that can go through steel, even an engine block. It can enter through one side of a car, come out the other side, and kill someone. The BMG has a muzzle velocity of 1,900 miles per hour or 2, 800 feet per second. The BMG bullet is ½ inch in diameter and nearly four inches long. I call it the Superman Bullet. The Cobb is a semi automatic rifle, built just like an AR 15 but bigger and has a ten round magazine.
Tommy put the Cobb on some sand bags for support and took aim at the car’s engine, squeezing the trigger, sending the superman bullet … Kaboom! The whole front of the car exploded in a massive fire ball, sending pieces of metal at us and a shock wave of wind, as we all ducked. If we would have been any closer one of us could have been killed. The sound was so loud it almost blew out my eardrums. Now we had a burning wreck sitting in the middle of the road with black smoke billowing high into the sky but at least it was no longer a bomb threat. We’d just let the fire burn itself out which would probably take most of the day.
Tommy looked down the road through the Cobb rifle scope and yelled, “They’re coming! Everyone get ready.”
We all looked down the ro ad and I saw six cars. Without warning, Tommy fired the Cobb again…BAM! BAM! BAM! Three shots in a row and three cars exploded. The other three cars stopped and quickly backed up to get out of rifle range.
P eople were jumping out of the blazing cars and running for cover. Tommy shot three of them with the Cobb and I guess about nine of them got away. It doesn’t matter where you are hit with a Superman bullet, it kills you. Hitting you in the leg or shoulder it blows those body parts right off into big chunks of meat and you go into shock, bleed out, and die.
I think the ass holes heard the explosion and thought we were all dead and this was their chance to breach our roadblock. They had no clue that we were waiting for them and ready to take out more of these creeps. They had no idea we had a Cobb 50, which can stop a car in its tracks. These guys were really pissing me off. They didn’t even know they had already lost the war; probably because they were all doped up and had no idea what they were doing, no logic, no reasoning, the dumb bastards.
Si nce they were out the range of the AR and 308 rifles, no one else got off a shot. We all just started to laugh and Deputy Matthews shouted out, “Great shooting, Tommy!”
Tommy had just dropped another three guys, bringing the total number of junkies over there down to less than twenty and he blew up three of their cars.
I commented to everyone, “ The question is what do we do now? Is the recon patrol still on? Should we wait? I am out of ideas and think we need to regroup before acting. We need to push that burning car off the road all the way into the water if possible. The three cars down the road we’ll just leave at that location and hope the coyotes eat the dead bodies.”
Rick heard the explosion and drove down to the bridge. We told him what happened and that we used four rounds of BMG in the process of dropping these guys.
Rick said, “Great shooting Tommy, you can have the Cobb 50 and all my ammo. You are a better shooter than I’ll ever be.”
“Thanks ,” Tommy replied.
I asked Rick, “ How do you feel?”
“I am ok now. Thanks for telling the Doc what to give me because he had no idea how to treat this. I appreciate it buddy but what are we going to do now?”
“I suggest we do nothing as there is no urgent need for us to leave the island, so we wait them out. Let’s get some lunch
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