Chapter 104 Don’t kill me! I'm Zambada!
Mexicali Capital Television.
After all, unlike local small stations, the signal tower on the top of the roof can be seen from a long distance away.
It borders Calexico, California to the north and Arizona to the northeast. It belongs to the U.S.-Mexico border area. Countless black people have come to the United States through here.
The annual visitor flow is around 20 million.
Such a big city has its own security problems. When drug dealers make trouble, many smugglers, homeless people, and even stowaways start to make trouble.
Drug dealers give them weapons!
And promised them money as long as they caused chaos in the capital Mexicali. These people played a big role in the riots in Baja California.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
There were about 200 black people standing in front of the motorcade.
A young black man ran up to the front of the Humvee with a knife, took off his pants, and twerked toward the convoy.
The black people behind cheered and boasted about this warrior.
Perhaps, this made the other person feel his vanity, so he turned around and made obscene moves towards the team.
Smiling and shaking hard.
biu!
There was a gunshot, and the black man fell to the ground with his hands covered, screaming.
The captain stretched his body back from the window, looked through the reflector and saw the stunned expression of "recruit" Giancarlos, and shrugged, "I just hate people looking at me like this."
< br>Gancarlos swore that the captain definitely had low self-esteem!
"Sweep over, anyone standing in the way will be regarded as a drug dealer!" The director's order came from the intercom.
The captain patted the driver, who stepped on the accelerator and rushed over. The right tire of the Humvee directly ran over the belly of the fallen black man. He climbed out of the sunroof, which had a heavy machine gun welded on it, and pulled the trigger. Scan black people!
Blacks + drug dealers + riots + attacking police = BUFF stacks full!
A person as broad-minded as Victor can let you just leave like this?
The 12.7 mm bullet is your final destination!
"A shot was fired! The police shot, run!"
It doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman, the one with the weapon is the drug dealer.
Except for a few of the more than 200 people hiding in the back, the rest of them fell into a pool of blood.
The tracks of a French-made AMXVCI infantry fighting vehicle ran over a black drug dealer who fell to the ground. The other party's hair was directly entangled in the tracks, and the sound of cracking bones could be heard, accompanied by sharp screams. The burst of brain matter stopped abruptly.
The convoy behind followed, and the blood and unknown liquid, driven by the tires, dragged the old man along, adding a bit more fishy smell to the already smelly air.
It’s like a mantis blocking the car!
This scene was seen by many people around, covering their mouths in horror, but there were also lone reporters who took pictures of this scene.
Mexicali TV Station covers an area of about 5,000 square meters and is a large TV station. It can be used as a "station".
The iron gate was blocked from the inside with abandoned vehicles.
The EDM members got out of the car, carried a "blowpipe" surface-to-air missile, and directly blew the iron door open!
How troublesome is it to move it by hand?
Blowed up half of the wall.
Kennedy rushed in with the commandos, most of whom were templates of the German GSG9 special forces, and were proficient in this kind of indoor combat.
Standing outside, you can see the sparks emitted from the muzzles of each floor.
Kennedy rushed to the third floor, and happened to bump into a drug dealer armed with an assault rifle. His scalp went numb, he rolled back, and slid down the stairs, not forgetting to grab two Teammates who are about to rush forward.
Thud, tug, tug…
The bullets hit the wall, and the fonts on it were all messy.
And I heard a lot of movement, maybe more than seven or eight people.
"M34!" Kennedy shouted to his teammates behind him.
The latter quickly took one out of his pocket and handed it to him.
This thing has been used by the US military and is known as: "One of the most dangerous grenades"!
After Kennedy removed the safety, it instantly emitted a large amount of smoke, lay on the steps, and swung it towards the corridor with his backhand.
This thing... its full name is M34 white phosphorus grenade!
After burning, the temperature can reach 2700 degrees Celsius, the burning time is not less than 60 seconds, and the fire distribution diameter can reach 35 meters.
Boom...
Because of the angle, the flames passed through their scalps.
The drug dealers in the corridor were out of luck.
Once attached to their bodies, the flames instantly enveloped them.
The screams were like evil spirits crawling up from hell!
The drug dealer couldn't stand it and jumped from the third floor screaming. "Ahhhh!!"
A burning drug dealer stood at the door of the steps, his eyes blazing outward, and he was about to rush down towards Kennedy and others, obviously ruthless. People want to die together.
But the body...
Hearing a click on his ankle, his whole body melted.
Kennedy swallowed.
There were beads of sweat falling from my head.
“Let’s go, let’s go in from the other side!” He, a battle-experienced warrior, felt scared.
Anyone who has seen dead people knows that different ways of death bring different shocks to people. Has anyone seen the Giant View?
Has anyone seen what it looks like after hanging?
Has anyone seen what it looks like after being struck by lightning?
The cruelty of war is that the ways of death become more diverse, which extremely challenges the soldiers' reason, morality and outlook on life.
This is one of the reasons why an average of more than a thousand soldiers in the United States committed suicide every year due to war PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
On the steps, a burnt corpse looked at the leaving figure of Kennedy and others with empty eyes.
The biggest difference between drug dealers and regular soldiers, apart from their weapons, is their combat literacy!
The EDM commando team moved forward, and the people behind did not wait and watch, and built defenses on the spot relying on the convoy.
Sure enough, not long after, I heard the roar of the surrounding mountains and the tsunami!
The TV station was at a triangular intersection, and hundreds of drug dealers poured out from the surrounding area, occupying a high point and shooting at the convoy!
Chug tug tug...
Bang, bang, bang... the sound of bullets hitting the car body.
“biu!”
A new police officer hiding behind a semi-trailer was shot in the temple and fell straight to the ground. The veteran behind him came up to take a look and turned towards the commander. Waving his hand, "There are snipers!"
"FH70 howitzer! Fuck them, kill them!"
Victor's curses sounded over the intercom.
Several police officers quickly turned the tractor's muzzle. Does this thing... need to adjust the angle?
Just find out where the sniper is and blast him!
The 155mm howitzer was aimed at the building about 900 meters away. With the order, the entire land shook back.
Stray bullets moved toward their target under the cover of night.
The drug dealer sniper was looking into the distance through the scope, when he suddenly saw a shell rushing towards him, and his head went blank.
Should I just shoot?
You bombard me with cannons? !
The grenade hit the wall, and the huge shock wave accompanied by the gunpowder directly caused the building to collapse, and the sniper was steamed directly.
Half the floor was blown away...
The huge noise made everyone turn their eyes.
This...
NMD, don’t talk about martial ethics!
Drug dealers feel chills in their hearts. The best way to make people fearful is to use a larger caliber, and then eliminate them. If they die, they won't be afraid anymore.
The "new recruit" Giancarlos Prada has been hiding nearby. He adapted quickly and even dared to stick his head out to take a look, took out his gun and shot at the drug dealer.
Take one shot, then move to another location.
Hide away with your head down.
But it was obvious that he had a bad sense of direction. As he ran, he realized something was wrong. There were a lot of sounds missing from his ears. When he raised his head and looked up, he saw that he was at least 500 meters away from the battlefield.
When he was about to walk back, he suddenly saw several figures running out of a building looking anxious and embarrassed. The people around him looked like bodyguards, and the man in the middle was a bit strong. Looks like a character?
The "recruit" hiding aside watched this scene nervously.
By some strange coincidence, he took out a grenade.
Throw it right over!
Boom...
The walls collapsed, and Giancarlos rushed out with a gun, shooting at a bunch of figures standing in the dust!
Here, Giancarlos feels like his brain has lost its sanity.
"Don't, don't kill me! I am Zambada! Don't shoot! I surrender!!"
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(End of this chapter)