Chapter 208 Brutal (fourth update)
"Boss, something seems wrong."
While Dika and others were discussing, a voice suddenly came from the intercom, and the person responsible for the lookout sent an early warning.
Dika quickly stood up, opened the window of the room and looked out, just in time to see several drones hovering in the sky.
"Telescope."
Dika's expression changed slightly. It was still afternoon, and several drones were flying over. Something must have gone wrong.
The moment he picked up the telescope, Dika saw a scene that made his eyelids jump.
On the street, members of the Tijuana Group walked through the streets and alleys, surrounding the building in the third community from all directions.
"Fake, our whereabouts have been leaked, organize the team to retreat immediately."
Dika cursed, wondering what went wrong.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The first Tijuana members to arrive in the third community had already exchanged fire with the peripheral CIA security team.
The intensive gunfire alerted nearby residents. They were accustomed to the chaotic environment in Mexico and were very skilled in escaping.
The members of Tijuana did not care about these civilians. With their large number of manpower, they quickly broke through the blockade and reached the building.
"Assault team, deploy a two-layer fire resistance line. The sniper team will choose the opportunity to attack the enemy machine gunners first. The emergency support team will provide support at any time to ensure logistics ammunition and casualty treatment. In addition, pick me up from the American Special Operations Command and report the situation here. , request air support and arrange our retreat.”
Jacquin is worthy of being an elite member of the Delta Force. He is not afraid of emergencies and issues combat orders in an orderly manner.
With a gloomy face, Dika picked up his cell phone and made a call to report the situation to the CIA headquarters.
Michele Cantu also dialed the number of senior Mexican officials and hung up after a minute.
"The police and military in Mexico will come to support us, but it will take time."
"It doesn't matter, they can't get in."
Jacquin looked at the battle that broke out below and was very confident in his troops.
The Tijuana members who had the advantage in numbers were immediately in trouble after entering the community building. The small and complex indoor environment hindered them at every turn. They were the only ones who were brave and fierce. They were no match for the elite special forces. Dozens of people died behind the corridor. , the others were a little timid and did not dare to step forward.
These gang members can beat the police, but they are not even soldiers. When they encounter a truly well-trained special forces, their true colors are easily exposed.
……
At the same time, outside the third community building, the cartel who was directing the operation had an ugly face.
"Tell the Zhetas troops to attack."
The cartel gave the order in a cold voice, and a group of Tijuana members with obviously different temperaments appeared on the battlefield. They wore a full set of high-end equipment and were well-trained in their actions.
There are only about thirty of them. They were formerly soldiers of Mexico's air mobile special forces. They later defected to Tijuana for money and became one of its most elite attack forces.
The Zhetas members quickly entered the building through the gap and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Delta Force inside the building, which caused a lot of casualties to the Delta Force.
However, during the exchange of fire between the two sides, the fighting here also attracted other forces. There were sounds of helicopters circling in the sky and police sirens blaring on the ground.
An armed helicopter flew in at a low altitude, preparing to carry out fire suppression. This was a Mexican military aircraft called by the CIA to help.
Not far away, there were two more planes flying in, heading straight for the roof of the community building. Depending on the situation, they were going to land on the roof of the community building and take everyone in the building up.
"Cartel, how long do you plan to make trouble?"
Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Cartel.
"Why are you here, Mr. Su."
Carter looked back and was immediately shocked.
"You turned the annihilation battle into a critical battle. Will it take you an hour or two hours to resolve the battle? By then, the CIA people will have already run away." Su Jie's tone was indifferent, making the cartel very embarrassed.
"Mr. Su, those elite special forces in the building are really difficult to deal with. Our manpower is going all out, but the casualties are a bit heavy."
"Who asked you to play shooting with the special forces? Why didn't you transfer the armored units I asked you to train? Face this kind of enemy, cover it with heavy firepower without distinction, and let all your people withdraw first. Continue to delay Go down and the domestic air support from the United States will arrive.”
Su Jie waved his hand and looked at the gunships in the sky that were strafing and suppressing them.
At this time, the support force of Jieko Security arrived here.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several Jieko security guards picked up the shoulder-resistant anti-aircraft missiles and launched them with a brief aim.
Accompanied by the dull sound of firing, the missile climbed rapidly. Even if the armed helicopter used jamming bombs, it was useless. Previously, in order to suppress it, it flew too low and was hit by two missiles in succession. It fell from the sky with black smoke.
More Jieco security guards drove over in more than a dozen armored vehicles, tanks and self-propelled howitzers, all of which were brought directly to Mexico in storage bags.
……
On a hidden windowsill of the community building, sniper Jamie and observer Harlanben are performing sniper missions here.
"Nineteenth."
There was another gunshot, easily taking away a life.
There was no emotion in Jamie's eyes after the murder. He had no pressure to shoot these messy drug dealers. Except for the Zhetas sniper team that had just been sniped to give him some stimulation, ordinary gang members were just playthings under his sniper rifle. That’s all.
"These gangsters think that having more people is more useful. If they kill a few other people, they will be afraid to retreat."
Harlanben smiled contemptuously, patted his old friend on the shoulder again, and said: "There is a target at the corner of the street at 11 o'clock."
"Twentieth..."
The scope locked on another gang member who showed up on the street corner. Jamie was about to pull the trigger when he saw the gang member flying back like a frightened rabbit. Then the ground shook slightly, and a huge figure emerged from the Turn off the street corner.
Hemispherical turret, 125 mm smoothbore cannon, dark green paint, pieces of explosive reactive armor attached to the car body weighing dozens of tons, the turret was rotating at this time, and the muzzle flashed.
Boom.
In front of my eyes, bricks and stones were splashing, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Jamie suddenly felt a little warm in his lower body. Looking sideways, he saw that the observer, Harlan, had been crushed to death by several pieces of collapsed concrete.
The reason why he felt hot in his lower body was because his legs were completely broken.
"Why didn't the intelligence say that the enemy had tanks..."
Jamie curled up in pain, and with his gradually dilated pupils, he saw more than a dozen armored units driving onto the street, with their black muzzles aimed at this direction.
Boom boom boom boom!
A 155mm self-propelled howitzer can demolish a large reinforced concrete building with one shell. Flesh and blood are scattered everywhere along with the flying concrete.
The infantry fighting vehicle's 30mm machine cannon fired continuously, digging large holes in the wall. If the human body was behind the wall, it would be directly broken into two sections.
Tanks rolled through the streets and came under bombardment, and vehicle-mounted machine guns continued to suppress them.
Wherever there was fire in the community building, a few shells immediately hit it, and the whole world became quiet in an instant.
Su Jie watched this scene from a distance, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and chuckled: "What age are you still playing against?"
No matter how strong your flesh and blood body is, no matter how elite your special forces are, facing heavy firepower and bombardment, there is only one way to die, except of course those who are cultivating immortals.
As the shelling continued, the entire community building was crumbling, and there were even more casualties inside.
"There will be big news on the news tomorrow. Forty or fifty elite troops died here. Only 19 people died in the famous Black Hawk Down. I don't know what charges will be laid this time."
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Su Jie thought of the interesting scene, and his smile grew brighter.
(End of chapter)