Chapter 146 Long live the greatest cause of mankind!
Tijuana. Algas (Seaweed) streets.
Mexico likes to name neighborhoods after animals or plants, which is also a "little hobby" in their lives.
Myrna Rodlin Edes was cooking when she heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. It was very loud. She couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, "Sweet! Keep the sound down!"
But her words were not responded to.
Angry, she picked up the spatula and knocked it on the side of the non-stick pan, and ran out angrily. She saw her husband, Sweet, holding the child and watching TV with gusto.
The above is the famous Mexican film and television star Edith González. She has flowing hair and is wearing a black dance skirt, standing in the Mexicali Plaza.
Singing a song affectionately.
“Life is like a journey of searching. Only through wind and rain can we become stronger.”
“But it allows life and refuses the sunshine...”
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"It's not just weapons that kill people, but also drugs."
"Everyone was wailing and crying, but he stood up, Victor! Victor!"
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< br>Sweat heard the noise, turned his head and saw his wife, humming along, "This song is good, Edith Gonzalez, your favorite idol."
Mar Na Rodlin Edes' brows twitched, "What song is this? When did she release a new song?"
"It seems to be called..."
""Victor is with us!""
"It is said to be an anti-drug song."
Sweat held her daughter's hand in her hand With a small face, he said with a relaxed smile, "The melody is really nice."
It is very normal to release songs in Mexico.
After all, it is close to the United States, and all kinds of culture are circulated. There are even drug cartels writing "rap" songs and holding competitions.
Songs can indeed bring excitement to a certain extent.
Myrna Rodrin Edes nodded and was about to speak when she heard a loud noise!
Boom! ! !
As if something was exploding, the couple looked at each other and hurriedly ran to the rooftop, where they saw a mushroom cloud exploding in the distance.
And the channel on the TV suddenly changed.
"Residents of Tijuana, please stay at home quietly and please do not run around casually. The anti-drug forces are encircling and suppressing drug trafficking groups in the city!"
"If you are outdoors, please go to a safe place Zone Escape!”
Sweet looked at his wife, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Victor...is calling?!"
He handed his daughter to his wife and ran to the bedroom, who hurriedly followed. When I went over, I saw my husband pulling out a long gun from under the bed.
There's also tape on it.
De Risler Silent Carbine!
"What are you going to do?" the wife asked nervously.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I'm just here to protect you." Sweet said with a smile to his wife, then ran to the living room and called his cell phone.
"Viktor, that's right! Victor is coming in, and the drug dealers are going to die! Quick, bring your submachine gun, let's kill those bastards!"
Seeing that Sweet had even taken out his police body armor, his wife hurriedly grabbed him and said in a panic, "No, don't go!"
"I'm a policeman, honey, I couldn't do this before Dead drug dealers, I can only watch them run wild on the land of justice. You know it hurts me, but now the opportunity has come. With Victor here, Tijuana will be saved."
"Victorious! The balance is on our side, wait for me to come back."
"Love you!"
He hugged his wife and daughter, kissed them, and raised his gun, "Long live the great anti-drug cause! ! ”
Then he opened the door and rushed out.
......
Baruch's ears were ringing a little. He stood up and looked around tremblingly. There were many people lying on the ground, and the sandbags that had been built up with great effort were all blown up...to the sky. .
"Run...run..." The refugee who was hired by the drug dealers with him shouted in horror, running around like a headless fly, knocking Baruch to the ground.
He saw a row of... small tanks not far away?
Woohoo~
A few missiles with tail fins flew over!
He didn’t recognize this model, but he knew he had to run!
Baruch's pupils shrank. He wanted to see his children, and he also wanted to see his wife. He got up in a panic and ran towards the city.
But how could this outrun the missile and hit the crowd with one shot?
Just tear them into pieces!
This is a "TOW" anti-tank missile!
It is simply a luxury to use it to hit people.
The 3.6-ton "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle rolled over the bunker position, as if mocking the drug traffickers for their overestimation.
The tracks even deliberately ran over the bodies that fell to the ground!
They don't care what your identity is. If you resist, you are a drug dealer!
There are "weasels" clearing the way in front, and armored vehicles behind them rush into the city, transporting soldiers to move according to the assigned blocks.
Zolf Sherman, who was sitting in the command car, led 260 people and 6 "Weasels" to the "Hell Street" where drug dealers gathered.
This is taken by tourists who come to travel.
Everyone knows that Tijuana is definitely ranked as the most dangerous city in Mexico. In 1989 alone, more than 200 tourists disappeared here, most of them gathered in " Streets of Hell”!
Even after the 21st century, many people traveling to Mexico will be warned by local guides not to go near the "Street of Hell."
But sometimes people are really mean. If you don’t let me go, I will go!
In 2012, an American family of four disappeared in the "Street of Hell" when they were traveling. However, because the father was a senior Internet executive and was relatively influential, the local police went to search .
Finally, the mother and daughter were found who had been sold into slavery, while the husband and eldest son had been trafficked for their organs by local criminal organizations.
A person is worth $500,000 on the black market. Do you think it’s a joke?
Of course, this does not mean that you are worth 500,000 US dollars, but that criminal organizations can get so much money after selling your parts to people in need.
Victor is very familiar with this "Street of Hell".
Give instructions: Give a thunder blow!
Kill all these bastards!
"Chief, approach "Hell Street"!" The sound of the leading car came from the communication tool.
"Blow them up!" Zolph Sherman ordered.
This is not just a flat explosion, but...physical!
Each of the 200 police officers carried a Soviet PRO-A 93mm rocket launcher!
This thing has a caliber of 93mm!
Weight is 12kg per piece.
Can fire cloud bombs!
CNM’s!
What is the hardest thing to fight in street fighting? Victor doesn’t want to pay a pension. Since we are an attacking force, what’s wrong with me having more firepower?
Don't say anything outrageous.
Victor has a lot of points now!
Aren't the Americans advocating "Van Fleet consumption"?
Then I will invent a new word: "Victor's ammunition!"
It is really insecure to have a small caliber and insufficient firepower.
What should I do if I am afraid that one blast will not kill the drug dealers and make them suffer?
Then load more TNT and get into the soul with one shot.
"Hell Street"?
I will bathe you directly in the flames now.
When we drove to the street entrance, it was quiet inside?
The sound of fighting was heard in other places, but it was quiet here. Do you think that I, Zolf Sherman, was a freeloader?
The police officers did not rush in. Instead, they lined up in groups of 10 people at the street entrance. With the assistance of nearby personnel, they installed "Shmir-2" individual cloud explosive bombs! In the innermost room of the block.
Four or five drug dealers were half squatting, holding their breath, waiting for the police to rush in, and then they would sweep down at them!
There are people holding RPGs next to them, which are used to blow up armored vehicles.
Let them have no return today.
“Kipo, get down and take a look.” A drug dealer who looked like a leader shouted softly to the young man by the window. The latter got up numbly and carefully stuck his head out. It looked like Thieving eyebrows and rat eyes.
His eyes stared at the street entrance and widened suddenly!
"Kibo? Jibo?" The little boss shouted. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he picked up the kettle and threw it away.
The younger brother stood up with a tremble, turned around and ran away in front of everyone's stunned eyes, shouting heartbreakingly: "Kibo, Jibo! Jibo NMGB! Run!" ! !”
“Let go!”
With the commander’s command, the police officer pulled the trigger.
Woohoo~
The cloud explosion bomb flew directly over and hit the wall. Before the leader could curse, he was instantly swallowed by the explosion shock wave and fireworks!
Cloud bombs are not explosives!
It is a kind of high-energy fuel. The explosive relies entirely on its own oxygen supply when the detonation reaction occurs. When the cloud bomb explodes, it makes full use of the oxygen in the atmosphere in the explosion zone: cloud explosion occurs under certain detonation conditions. The agent was thrown away, mixed with air and exploded violently, which some people call a cloud explosion.
So…
When you look at it from the outside, it looks as bright as a summer flower.
“Next group!”
The police officers following behind hurriedly followed, knelt down on one knee, followed the previous group’s instructions, and continued bombing!
200 people…20 rounds.
The whole street was really blown up.
The drug dealer didn't even scream, but he jumped down from the second floor in a panic. Before he could stand still, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the "Weasel" suddenly blasted it into seven or eight or ninety pieces.
The cloud bomb can blow through even a bunker, let alone a small private house?
Some collapsed directly because they could not hold up, and the air was filled with dust.
Even if the building collapses, Zolf Sherman is not in a hurry. He must strictly follow Victor's tactics and blow up all 200 people...
Starting today, Hell Street Gone!
In the future, a "moral model" demonstration area will be built here.
It took nearly an hour and a half to wait for the 200 people to blow up. Only then did Zolf Sherman look at his watch and signal the infantry (police) to press forward.
“It’s not difficult to attack a tough battle.” He said to the adjutant beside him.
The latter had a sneer on his face.
Of course it’s not difficult if you blow up the ants.
A team of 10 people was searching the ruins. The new police officer walking next to him suddenly shouted, "Captain, there is a sound here!"
The police sergeant in front came over quickly and saw When he arrived at a triangular ruins, he heard a cry for help. He looked down and saw four drug dealers pressed inside!
But two of them had already died, and the other two were shouting weakly. When they saw the figure outside, they stretched out their hands, "Help me!"
The police sergeant was very Happy, stood up, "How many new police officers are there?"
The trainee police officers in the team raised their hands, 4 of them.
He immediately frowned, "It's not enough, no matter what, you pull out the grenade and throw it in!"
"Captain... aren't we going to save people?" A trainee police officer suddenly asked.
The old police officers in the team all laughed. The captain jumped angrily and gave him a kick, "Save NM, who recruited you? Is there any drug dealer who needs saving?"< br>
“The drug dealer was dead when we arrived!”
The trainee police officer’s face turned red after being trained.
The captain gave him a grenade and said, "Throw it in and blow them up!"
The other party turned his head, just in time to see the drug dealer also raise his head, weakly, with a desire for life in his eyes.
If you don’t see anyone, there won’t be any adverse reactions if you explode casually, but when you really see your opponent, you will feel trembling in your heart when you see him die.
"They are drug dealers! If you blow them up, you can save more families." The captain said sullenly from behind, "If you don't blow them up, get out of EDTV! We don't need cowards here!"< br>
“Forgiving drug dealers is betraying the people!”
"Think about the civilians they killed, think about the horrors you saw!"
The Terrorist Mobile Team broadcasts the brutal methods of drug traffickers around the world every week, in order to inspire new police officers Employees’ sense of professional identity and mission!
“Ahhhh!” The trainee police officer thought of the photo he saw in his mind, pulled the grenade and threw it into the pothole.
beng!
The sound inside suddenly stopped.
The captain nodded with satisfaction and asked the new police officers to throw mines one by one. Even if they die, they will be exploded twice more.
"If we continue to search, whoever finds the drug dealer will have extra food tonight!"
"Captain, I heard there would be war reporters? Why didn't we see it? If this had just been released, Make sure our EDTV’s reputation is great,” an old police officer asked in a low voice.
“Do you want to be on TV?”
The old police officer smiled and said, “I used to be afraid of going on TV. What are you afraid of now? My whole family is in Mexicali. It’s safe. Very, this is the best thing to be in the limelight.”
The captain nodded, "Okay, I'll ask you later!"
Actually, the main reason was that they were too intrusive.
The "film crew" wearing body armor followed the large troops.
Victor plans to draw materials from this and make a documentary, so that everyone can see "the cruelty of the war on drugs".
The most important thing is to show those poor drug dealer bastards what it means to be a hero!
"Friends in the audience, this is Constitution Avenue in Tijuana. Here, the anti-drug forces encountered fierce resistance from the drug cartel!"
The female reporter standing in front of the camera wore a helmet and a microphone and shouted loudly , the main gunfire was too dense.
The camera turned around and saw a "Weasel" burning in the middle of the road on Constitution Avenue. The drug dealers were hiding behind bunkers with weapons to fight back.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The police officers carrying the stretcher came down from the front line. The camera crew hurriedly got out of the way, and the photographer focused the camera on the wounded.
The police officer above had his mouth half open, his black police uniform was torn apart, his entire left leg was gone, and his right arm was gone, blood seeped out, and his face was pale!
During the turbulence, a piece of paper fell out of the wounded man's trouser pocket. No one noticed it, but the female reporter saw it.
She knelt down, picked it up, and opened it curiously. She was startled when she saw the words on it, but she burst into tears instantly. She turned the paper over, "Friends, this is an anti-narcotics police officer." "Written."
Shudderingly spread out.
She traced her fingers along it and read: Mom, if I die, please bury me under my favorite sycamore tree. I like the smell there. Please remember to write on the tombstone. : A warrior who is afraid of pain but extremely brave!
Love you all.
"My body and my soul shall die together with the drug traffickers, long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug war! Long live the greatest cause of mankind that will never be forgotten!!"
(End of this chapter)