Chapter 499: The Death and Distress of "Thanos"
In order to prevent being discovered, when Doyle set up the ambush circle, in addition to requiring the ambush militants to cover themselves with desert-colored camouflage cloth, All vehicles were also parked several kilometers away.
This brought up a problem. When he wanted to escape, little Carlos had to run for several kilometers in the unobstructed Gobi to get transportation.
Seeing his men, including Doyle, being killed by several grenades accurately, little Carlos knew that there was nothing he could do.
But he is not stupid enough to turn around and run away. If he escapes from the cover of this boulder, he will end up in the same fate as Doyle in any minute. He can only hide under the stone while wearing a camouflage cloth. Behind, I hope I won’t be spotted by drones in the sky.
On the other side of the road, the joint operations team was not in good condition. Matt's car made no movement from beginning to end. Although Jack had prepared for the worst, when he came to the Humvee, he still Gasped.
At the beginning of the battle, the renegade Mexican federal SWAT pickup truck fired at the cab of the Humvee that Matt was riding in for nearly a minute. Jack's Saberban overtook him from behind and knocked him off the road. Previously, the bulletproof glass of the Humvee failed to complete its mission and had long been shattered.
When Jack opened the car door, he saw three corpses and a dying Michael holding his neck.
"Call Black Hawk, the area has been cleared, let that bastard get back, there are seriously injured people here!" Jack yelled in the channel with some annoyance.
This was the first time that a celebrity face he was familiar with died in front of him, although the face of "Thanos" could no longer be seen.
"My Holy Mother!" Isabel covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears, and looked at her father who was dead in the back seat with a complicated expression.
“Come here and help me.”
Jack didn’t give her too much time to grieve. Alessandro led a team member to clear the battlefield on the left, leaving three They were confronting the Mexican special police at the back of the motorcade, and now the only one who could help them was this little girl.
"Help me hold his head." Jack dragged Michael from the driver's seat. This guy had much better luck than Matt. Although he was shot twice in the chest and was also wounded in the neck, Punctured, but miraculously survived.
One of the two bullets in the chest was blocked by the bulletproof board, and the other hit the edge of the board and bounced into the shoulder. Although there was a lot of blood, it was not fatal.
The trouble was the wound on his neck. Because he turned his head to avoid it, a bullet fragment avoided the artery but scratched the trachea. Every time Michael took a breath, there would be a sound of air leakage from his neck. .
This guy was very experienced. He kept covering his neck and keeping his head down, otherwise the blood pouring into his trachea would have killed him long ago.
“Hang on!”
Jack tore open a first aid kit and gave him a shot of morphine. Then he found the pharyngeal and nasal airway and cut off part of the hose at the back, leaving only Use a scalpel to cut the front wall of his cervical trachea, and insert the ventilation tube into it.
Wrap a bandage to fix it, and apply a healing technique to prevent accidents. This guy's life has been saved. Of course, this is only temporary emergency treatment. The rest can be left to the doctor to worry about when he returns to the rear. .
"Hoo" Michael regained his life and breathed in the fresh air greedily. He temporarily lost the ability to speak, but grabbed Jack's arm with his bloody hands, "Hoo ho."
" He's gone." Jack knew what he wanted to ask. He shook his head sadly, motioned for Isabel to take care of him, and turned to rescue the injured in the overturned Hummer at the rear of the car.
There is really nothing he can do about Matt who was shot in the head, but there are still two of the four PMCs in this Humvee who can breathe, so every one of them can be saved. Previously, a total of 7 police cars from the Mexican Special Police joined the convoy. They were in a formation of three in front and four in back. The first car in front of the team was destroyed by RPG, a pickup truck turned into water, and another drove directly off the road to escape. At this time, it has disappeared. trace.
After the last police car behind was overturned, the other three cars neither rebelled nor participated in the counterattack. They hid behind the car and watched the whole process, and saw that the control was taken. The situation, then he dared to show his face slightly.
A PMC who confronted them had eyes full of anger. After helping Jack drag the two wounded people out of the wreckage of the Humvee, he couldn't help but ask.
"Are you going to kill them?"
One of the two CIAs was dead and the other was seriously injured. Jack, the FBI, now became the backbone of the team. He turned his head and looked at the bewildered Mexican SWAT police on the other side. , someone was pointing a gun at them nearby, and the sound of supplementary shots coming from Alejandro in the distance from time to time made these guys even more nervous.
Although he and Matt didn't have much of a friendship, and they were just using each other at most, they had smoked and drank together. An acquaintance died in front of him, which still made Jack feel very sad. Oops.
Looking at the bunch of useless snacks with disgust, he handed the two seriously injured people to the PMC to take care of, picked up the LG5A and pointed it at the guys behind, and then shouted loudly in Spanish.
"Get away, or die!"
Maybe there is a traitor among these people, but they have seen the power of that strange grenade launcher. At this time, the propeller of the Black Hawk helicopter was heard in the distance. Sound, even if there are any other thoughts, they can only be hidden at this time.
Watching this group of people crawling into the car, taking their own wounded, bypassing the still burning police car at the back, and leaving in a hurry, Jack was secretly relieved.
If we have to kill these federal police, this matter will really be out of control, but even so, the current situation is still bad.
Killing Doyle only fulfilled his own personal goal. For this joint team, the plan was a complete failure. Once Carlos Sr. died, the internal division within the Reyes trafficking group became inevitable.
A fight with the Matamoros Gang has become a delusion. Maybe after some internal melee, the Reyes Gang may become history from now on.
Not to mention the casualties of the Mexican federal special police in this unofficial operation. No matter how rubbish the Mexican government is, it is still a legitimate government of a country with a population of more than 100 million.
The answer is obvious whether to admit that there is something wrong within oneself or to blame it on an unofficial action team that cannot reveal its true identity.
Jack's head hurts when he thinks about the subsequent diplomatic quarrel between the two countries. He cannot predict how the situation will develop. Fortunately, the CIA will bear the brunt. No matter how big the blame is, it will not be his turn. Little FBI back.
Thinking of this, Jack subconsciously looked at Isabel, who was taking care of Michael. What would be the fate of this little girl?
The Black Hawk helicopter slowly landed on the ground under the guidance of two PMCs. Everyone worked together to put the three wounded people on the plane. At this time, Jack received another bad news. Another Mexican army appeared ten kilometers away to the south. Police convoy.
Waving for Black Hawk to take the wounded away first, Jack and the three PMCs stuffed the bodies of all their own people on the scene into the Saboban, including Matt's.
Alejandro, who was clearing the battlefield in the distance, caught little Carlos hiding behind the rocks, shot him directly in the leg, and dragged him back like a dead dog.
(End of this chapter)