Chapter 118 The right to judge lies with Victor! (Please vote for me!)
Baja California. Mexicali TV.
Golden time period at noon.
The host with a delicate face of makeup had just finished broadcasting the news. The camera zoomed out. When he was about to say the concluding remarks, he saw a staff member rushing in from outside the broadcast station and holding a copy of the news in his hand. Submit the file to the director.
The host immediately understood that new material was suddenly added.
The director looked at it and asked someone to hand it over to the host. When the latter got it, he frowned, but he was a professional after all, and his expression was serious.
“Insert an important message!”
“Armed drug traffickers attacked a military camp in Sonora state, 6 kilometers away from the border area of Baja California. There were many casualties, and artillery fire once fell on Baja California. It caused 17 civilian casualties. We and the security forces strongly condemn this behavior and will make the drug traffickers pay with blood!"
" Baja California Security Minister Alejandro said that a new round of prosecution will be carried out against the drug traffickers! Strike!”
Major Barrera: Ang? What on earth was I attacked by?
But this thing is not decided by whoever says it first.
Before the shelling was over, the press release from the city hall was written.
If you are even half a step slower, it won’t even be your turn to eat shit.
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After two consecutive rounds of shelling by 12 A-19 cannons.
The 500 heavily armed violent terrorist mobile teams (EDTV) entered a valley in Sonora called Cambra.
Drug traffickers and their relatives are hidden here, as well as about 2,000 hectares of plantations. It is an important industrial park in Sinaloa.
There is also an artillery battalion composed of 12 BM-13 rocket launchers behind the ground troops.
"The direction of attack of ground troops!"
"Keep 300 meters!"
"Xu Jin barrage!"
"Let go!"
12 BM-13 rocket launchers lined up in a row, and with the commander's order, 192 rockets headed towards the target emission!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
200 meters away from where the troops on the road were charging, there was a burst of explosions, and the smoke obscured the sight of both the enemy and ourselves.
This tactic was invented during the First World War on the Somme and has always been called "piano music before the charge" by the infantry. It can protect the lives of our own soldiers within an effective range.
On the Humvee, the driver was driving so fast towards the valley that the machine gunner was almost knocked off his feet. He kept pressing his finger on the trigger without letting go, but the smoke was really choking his nose, so the driver covered his nose. , this one didn’t pay attention, the right tire hit a hole about 40cm deep, and then the car lost control directly.
Turn over...
The infantrymen behind, relying only on their legs, rushed forward with their heads buried.
When Camp 36 exploded, the drug dealer leaders in the valley felt that something was wrong, and it must have been Victor.
Can't this son of a bitch take two days off?
The drug dealers were shouted at to push out heavy weapons.
"Hurry! Aim at that piece of smoke!" On the commanding heights of the valley, there are about a hundred drug traffickers. They are very organized and appear busy but not chaotic. Even the artillery positions are Drawn.
We can see a lot of artillery, but... we can’t see what model it is. It looks more like a homemade one. The muzzle is quite thick, and you can fit your head into it.
At least the caliber should be 100mm or higher.
These are actually the barrels used by drug traffickers to "sell" drugs. Sometimes when they encounter inspections on the U.S.-Mexico border, and Mexican drug dealers are unable to deliver, they think of stuffing drugs into the barrels and then firing them.
With this brain, what can’t you do?
However, in Mexico, in addition to being fucked by drug dealers, it seems that you are fucked by drug dealers.
After being improved by "external experts", these DIY artillery can at least be comparable to the mortar weapons from the World War II era.
"Get ready!" The drug dealer leader raised his flag, but he saw a drug dealer still sticking his butt out and kicked him, "NMD, get ready!"
The other party hurriedly got up, holding the cannonball in his hand. He watched nervously as the leader lowered his hand and quickly stuffed the cannonball into the barrel.
Collapse~
With a soft sound, the shell flew directly out and exploded in the smoke.
As long as it can explode, there will be damage!
A shell just fell into a team of about seven or eight police officers. The sergeant leading the team shrank his pupils and roared: "Refugiarse! (Dodge!)"
When you go up, you have to kick away the cannonballs.
But before the kick could reach him, the shell exploded, directly lifting the nearly 200 kilogram body of the sergeant and his equipment into the air. When he fell, his flesh and blood were bloody, and his right leg, starting from the calf, was directly It blew up.
His face was also seriously injured. He was gasping for air, blood seeping out of his nostrils, and he looked like he was going to die.
The shock wave and flying debris also brought down nearby police officers.
This…
Is TMD a war or a drug war?
"Artillery! Artillery! Forward coverage!"
The person in charge of the Terrorist Mobile Troop (EDTV) is an EDM veteran, and he is also the second person under Victor's command besides Kennedy, nicknamed : Zolf Sherman of the "M4"!
From this nickname, you can tell that he is very tall.
Seeing that the drug dealer actually had artillery, he quickly called to the artillery battalion behind him.
"Roger!"
The Katyusha artillery crew all raised the angle. They didn't know the exact coordinates, so just blow it up!
No matter what, just blast him.
Before the invention of Lao Maozi's weapon, he never thought about coordinates. Anyway, anything that can cover it with firepower will do.
咻咻咻咻…
Hundreds of rockets flew over Zolf Sherman's head, causing the valley to shake twice. He grinned, "Blow it up!"
But he was planning to welcome the second When the second round of artillery fire came, it was... nothing.
When he was about to press the intercom, the other person spoke first, with a very anxious tone, "We were attacked! Repeat, we were attacked, damn, they are all drug dealers, the glory belongs to Victor! Long live Victor !”
The last part of the voice was filled with despair and madness.
Zolf Sherman was confused, the drug dealer... started to use roundabout tactics?
Hold!
These guys are starting to play tactics?
Drug dealers are smarter?
After all, we are still human beings. We are not that stupid. We should stay in one place and get bombed all the time. Drug traffickers move relatively quickly. They are very suitable for guerrilla warfare. It is very difficult to find dozens of people if you sneak in them casually. Zolf Sherman was very calm and changed the radio channel, "Pilot, the artillery support group has been attacked, please go to support."
"Understood!"
An MI-8 took off from the border of Baja California. There were 20 soldiers inside. They were all EDM elite teams. They were all wearing black training uniforms and DEM special masks with the team's logo on them. .
A soaring eagle with a bust of Victor on top.
Well, it’s a new design, isn’t it cool?
"Gentlemen, what we have to do is to complete the task! We are fearless at any time, any place, and any suffering!"
The commander was a police sergeant with deep eyes and a thick voice.
The helicopter flew towards the destination. The gunfire was already heard. It was hanging a few hundred meters away from the battlefield. All personnel descended with ropes. When they were about to retract the ropes, they saw the radar. Sound the alarm.
"The ground target is approaching quickly!"
The pilot made a cool maneuver, but after the missile flew past, it actually tracked it.
"FIM-92!!! (Stinger!)" The pilot looked back, cursed, and with an ugly expression on his face, he controlled the helicopter to dodge, and even went into the woods below.
"Victor bless him, gentlemen, let's go!" the police sergeant said after seeing this scene, and led the team towards the artillery support team.
On a small high point opposite, two blond foreigners were wearing camouflage uniforms. A man with freckles looked very young, but his voice was a bit rough, "Hey, no Hit!"
The other man held the sting and frowned, "A mouse is coming."
The freckled man blew his bangs and said with a smile, like an old friend. Brev, what are you afraid of? "
"I'm surprised they have helicopters. It's not like you haven't trained with the Mexican special forces. They are really bad."< br>
Brave frowned, "My intuition tells me that these people are not simple."
Such funny words sounded funny, but they made the freckled man's expression freeze, "Are you sure?"
Seeing the other party nodding, he felt very bachelor, "Then withdraw!"
They were "consultants" hired by drug traffickers. It was obvious from their appearance that they had served in the US military, and they also had Very rich practical experience.
Brave's "intuition" saved them many times on the battlefield.
"Be careful!" He suddenly pulled the freckled man to squat down, and a string of bullets hit the earthen wall behind him, making a piupiupiu sound.
"Fake, you're here so fast!" The freckled man shouted. He raised his head and saw a group of police officers approaching in the distance. It was obvious that the other party had discovered them long ago.
Nonsense!
Why are you standing there pretending to be a Super Saiyan with a yellow hair on your head?
Who can’t see you?
"Kill them!" The police sergeant leading the team was startled when he saw that the other party did not look like a Mexican and gave the order.
Caught alive? That would only cause unnecessary danger. It depends on whether they can survive.
Brev said viciously: "Get out, fuck! Fuck!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party firing a rocket launcher towards them.
Brave and the others are masturbating, these police officers are beating people directly!
He dragged the freckled man and jumped under the small high point. The huge shock wave behind him directly "blowed" the two people away and fell heavily to the ground.
This explains the truth.
Rambo is fake!
What about the person who might not be able to fly?
Brev felt that all his internal organs were displaced. He stood up with willpower, supported the freckled man and ran into the forest.
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“Hold it, hold it! Protect your plantation, take up arms and kill the police outside!”
“Hold it up, rush out, these policemen are going to destroy your wealth , kill them, and in addition to protecting the plantation, you will also get a reward of 100 US dollars.”
In the valley, drug traffickers also armed the farmers, issued them weapons, and continued to brainwash them. .
"Mr. Guzman gave you this place. They kept you fed so that you would not starve to death. But now someone is coming to snatch your land. What will you do?"
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"Kill them!" I don't know who shouted, followed by a roar that was so angry that it was suppressed.
Zolf Sherman and the "Infantry Police" were about to rush into the valley when they heard a shout from inside!
Then hundreds of... farmers came out? Drug dealer?
Holding a sickle, a dung fork and a stick?
This scene immediately stunned the police officers of the Terrorist Mobile Team. The one who rushed to the front subconsciously put down the muzzle of his gun, but a woman ferociously chopped off his head with a sickle. The helmet blocked it, and the scythe slid down and was embedded directly into the shoulder.
The police officer screamed, kicked the other person away, and looked at the sickle on his shoulder, his heart trembling.
These drug dealers actually use family members as weapons?
The 2,000 hectares of planters in the valley support tens of thousands of farmers. They are also the interests of drug dealers. When the police crack down on drugs, they are actually the most resistant.
Sometimes...
They just want a bite to eat.
Drug dealers know this very well, so they will focus on this when recruiting people.
The most important thing is...the Mexican authorities themselves are unreliable. They have deleted farmers' interests in land from the constitution.
Then...
You know!
Zolf Sherman's eyes changed, but he quickly recovered, held down the communication tool, and calmly issued the order, "Shoot!"
"Anyone who takes up arms to resist is a drug dealer!"
"What we have to do is clean them up."
Civilians? Drug dealer?
The right to judge lies with Mr. Victor.
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(End of this chapter)