Chapter 184 Close the door and release Kasare!
"Farke! Farke! Nichols, come with me."
John Bocauli cursed, patted the shoulder of the player next to him, and ran away from He took out the magazine from his pocket and knocked it lightly. The empty magazine fell out and the new one was snapped on.
It works smoothly.
At first glance, he is an old gangster.
After rushing out of the room, I heard footsteps on the steps. I raised my head and stood up. The drug dealer next to me pulled out an MKII defensive grenade and threw it down.
Bumping...
The dust splashed up and was a little pungent.
"Get out of the way! John!" A voice came from behind Boccoli. He turned aside and saw a teammate running out from behind, cursing, "Damn police! Bastard! Son of a bitch." ! ”
There is also an m34 white phosphorus grenade in his hand!
He pulled the lead and threw it downwards, but his arms were obviously stretched out too long. The police officer leaning against the wall below didn't care what you were.
If you take off your trousers and stick your cow out, I'll give you a shot.
Thud, tug, tug...
With a burst of fire, the bullet penetrated the drug dealer's arm. He screamed in pain, covered his hand and hurriedly retreated, and the M34 white phosphorus grenade in his hand fell on the On the stairs, it immediately burst into flames.
The police officer who was leaning against the wall and stuck in the corner was swallowed up in one go.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The policeman screamed and rushed out of the fire. He had already lost the gun in his hand and ran towards the nearest teammates, with fire everywhere on his mouth. .
Please remember: If you encounter someone on fire, don’t get too close. They will hug you out of fear. This is why many law enforcement agencies have steel forks to hold you. Underarms and hold.
But he only ran two or three steps, and then he fell to the ground and rolled violently!
To tell the truth…
There is nothing the teammates next to you can do!
On the battlefield, it is not like in the TV series. To be honest, the only one you can control is yourself.
What you pray for... is that the so-called cannonballs will not hit you!
Save people?
That will only kill more people.
Slowly, the police officer lying on the ground stopped wailing and twitching.
“Blow them up!”
A police sergeant put on a HK69A1-40mm grenade launcher and stepped on the steps with his waist down. He could still hear the sound coming from his leather boots. The scalding heat.
Grenade launcher, do you need to aim?
Individual support weapon, a close-range killer, if you are not careful, you can even kill yourself.
Bang...bang! !
A grenade passed by, and John Bocoli, who was a little further away, was hit by the shock wave in his stomach. The fragments scratched his eyes, making him scream in pain. The drug dealer who threw the incendiary bomb was not very lucky.
Everyone stood within the killing radius.
For a moment, just for a moment, he didn't even scream. I have to say that he is a tough guy, but he is a bit fragmented.
The other Nichols, who was from an unknown country, was blown into the house and his left calf was completely missing!
Seizing the opportunity, the police officer rushed up and hit Nichols on the ground with a headshot.
John Bocoli covered his chest. When he saw this scene, his eyes shrank. When he was blown away just now, the MP5 fell off. The police officer over there also turned around and subconsciously clicked the gun in his hand. I pulled the trigger, but I heard the sound of the short position hanging up.
But this startled John Bocauli so much that he subconsciously clenched his buttocks and the hairs on his scalp stood up from his tailbone. When he heard the sound of the empty warehouse hanging up, his face was startled. But clearly, God is on his side!
"Ah!!" He roared and rushed over. The police officer was also a tough guy and screamed angrily. Two men over 185cm tall began to fight in the most primitive way!
John Boccoli was also a murderer. He bit the policeman's neck like a wild beast.
The police officer was also on top. This man was prone to adrenaline surges in desperate situations. During the fight, he touched the grenade on his waist. He didn't know where he got the courage to pull the fuse and roared. , "Victor! Long live!"
John Boccoli looked at this scene in horror and hit the other person in the face hard, but the police officer just hugged him tightly.
Boom!
The grenade exploded between the two men.
When the teammates behind him caught up, half of the police officer's face had been blown away, and his bones could be seen. John Boccoli was even worse, with his intestines coming out.
"Paulie!" his teammates shouted. He rushed up and fired a shotgun at Bocauli's head, blowing it up to prevent him from resurrecting. Then he looked at his teammates and found that he was no longer breathing.
"Clear!!"
The sergeant leading the team looked at this scene and took a deep breath, but his calmness and good military qualities made him wave his hands and said that he was leading the others with others. Searching the room, as soon as I walked to the window, I heard a whistling sound in my ears. I looked up and my pupils shrank, "Get down!!"
On a roof 400 meters away, there were seven Eight small RB Type 97 150mm medium mortars from World War II!
I don’t know how these stupid drug dealers got here.
"Let go!!"
The mortar blasted towards the small building controlled by the police.
Bounce, jump, jump!
The wall was so fried that it was shaking.
"Mark the location! Mark the location!" The Sheriff got up from the ground and spat out all the sand in his mouth, his head still buzzing and trembling.
Anyone who has been bombed knows that the head... really feels like paste, a headache, a little nausea, a slight concussion, and even sometimes when someone stands in front of you and talks to you, you can't hear what they are saying. Birdsong.
The police officer who got up quickly squatted in the triangular area by the window, took out his night vision goggles and started scanning.
Victor has not yet had the luxury of equipping everyone in the frontline troops with night vision goggles.
This point...has to explode.
And this kind of sophisticated weapon is easy to damage. Even the Yankees will have to wait a millennium to be able to do this.
"We found them!"
The armored vehicle outside raised its muzzle, aimed at the target and fired one round at a time, blowing up the drug dealer's chicken!
Katyusha?
It was taken away a long time ago. There are no shells. Why keep it?
Zolph Sherman came down from the front line and hurriedly got into a command vehicle. Inside, Kennedy looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Time's up!"
Kennedy looked at his watch and said, "Substitute people and keep going!" They planned to attack fiercely, and there were actually more police officers. They didn't need to disperse, they just charged from one direction. There were too many people. It couldn't be deployed and was used as a living target, so they rushed forward one by one.
Those who come down from above rest.
But don’t let the drug dealers rest!
Look who is so fucking tough.
This kind of fatigue warfare is common in many places, especially modern warfare.
The adjutant next to him responded and hurriedly went to make arrangements.
"You should take a break, too." Zolf Sherman patted Kennedy on the shoulder and said.
“56 hours, 1100 meters of advancement! How can I sleep?”
The anti-drug troops have been spending more than 60 hours at the steel plant. They can be seen in Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora state, but... TMD can't get past this steel plant!
Zolph Sherman understands the pressure.
Drug traffickers also have various types of artillery, as if this steel plant is like an arsenal.
"I'm fine." Kennedy waved his hand and frowned at the map. The internal structure diagram of the steel plant was finally obtained. "Their tunnels are the most troublesome. If they can be ventilated, Pinch the mouth and blow air into it when the time comes."
"Or pour water hard, don't pour too much, and then turn on the electricity and find a way to get them up from the ground. On the ground, we will completely. Don’t worry.”
Zolf Sherman instinctively thought how much water would be needed?
Did the Corona River be dug?
What vent, can you find it? Who knows where the drug dealers are opening their mouths?
While the two were discussing, the door of the command car was opened, and the adjutant stood outside, "Boss, the director is here!"
…
An H-46 painted with the Mexican flag hovered down. This helicopter looks a bit like a bus and is nicknamed "Sea Knight"!
This is Victor's travel vehicle, also known as: King.
He refused Kennedy's help from below. Victor jumped down vigorously and said with a smile, "I haven't reached the stage where I need help when walking."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and down. Looking at the two of them, he sighed and patted his shoulders.
“Long time no see, you two are so lucky to have lost weight.”
Kennedy and Zolf Sherman both lowered their heads in regret.
"Director, if you give me some more time for this steel plant, I will definitely take it down!" The former raised his head and said, of course he knew what the boss was doing, but he just felt that he was "incompetent".
"How can we get it? Don't fight a reckless man's war, just rely on desperate efforts? Do you want all my police officers to sacrifice themselves to fill the bullets of drug dealers? This is not necessary, and it is not necessary!"
Casare glanced at Hernandez, an old reporter from the Mexican News Agency next to him, bumped him with his elbow, and motioned for him to turn on the machine.
This is good material.
"Mr. Victor gave a lecture before the battle, and the police officers vowed to take down the Hermosillo Steel Plant!" 》
Hernandez also understood immediately, turned on the video recorder and started working.
"Don't worry, the troops coming to support tomorrow will bring thermobaric bombs. Don't they like to hide? Then we will use thermobaric bombs to bomb them."
Thermobaric bombs!
Kennedy and Zolf Sherman looked at each other with some shock in their eyes.
The veteran reporter Hernandez raised his eyebrows when he heard this word. He is a war reporter and his military knowledge is richer than many people. The first thermobaric weapon in the world should be PRO-ASHMEL developed by Mao Xiong. "Shmika rocket".
The cloud bomb is its predecessor.
Ordinary people have never even heard of it, because the Americans haven’t even established it yet.
He suddenly felt someone looking at him, and turned around to see Casare staring at him.
“Don’t worry, I know how to edit technically!” Hernandez lip-synced.
Fatty Ka nodded with satisfaction.
War correspondent, if you live a long life, you will have a sharp eye.
"Boss, there are a lot of reporters outside this steel plant. If this is photographed by them and spread out..." Zolf Sherman hesitated a little.
Reporter?
Victor pondered for a moment and looked at Casare.
When in doubt, close the door and release the card, Fatty!
"Boss, smash their lenses?"
"Oh, we are regular police, not bandits, how can we say such things? It's too rude."
< br>The corners of Kasare's eyes twitched, and the boss felt that these words were not enough.
I hope the reporter will shut up!
He swallowed, "Boss... kill them all, okay?"
When the wind blew, everyone next to him looked at Hernandez.
The old man was so frightened that his hands shook, but he forced a smile.
"What are you thinking about? Find some people to put on a show, pretend to be drug dealers, tie them up, and then... After a few days, our anti-drug police went to rescue them. As for the photography tools, they were all thrown away. To the Mexican News Agency." Victor laughed angrily when he heard the other party's idea.
Reporter, do you think it is so easy to kill?
At the very least...
The headgear must be worn in three layers.
Although they don't have guns, the nickname "The Uncrowned King" is still quite scary.
Everyone should know about Rupert Murdoch, but in fact, there is Gusinski, nicknamed "Goose Spreader", who used public opinion to the extreme. He personally supported a "person" back then. .
But he also died miserably.
If Victor had killed so many media people, he would either be a wanted criminal or a death row prisoner. With Mexico's current national strength, it would not be able to protect him.
Many things can be done secretly.
Being aboveboard means you are causing trouble for yourself.
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(End of this chapter)