Chapter 235 Guzman, your mother is in my hands!
John McTavish, armed with the same M16 of the US Special Forces and wearing a Dana, stepped on the rubble and attacked civilian houses.
There are always survivors.
The villagers ran out of their houses.
Many people still have weapons in their hands, and they are all American equipment.
Sinaloa...
It is really full of drug dealers, and "Kandahar" is the place where Guzman was born. Of course, he uses the best in everything.
He is very nice to his fellow villagers and gets bonuses every year. If you want to work, come to the Sinaloa drug cartel and arrange a leader for you.
Typically, when one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
Based on Guzman's name, they often committed evil deeds. Once, a policeman entered the village for a routine patrol and was beaten to death by them and dragged behind him in a private car.
They are Guzman's most loyal... lackeys.
I will kill you today!
Victor’s soldiers like to kill dogs the most!
Archer saw a villager running away in a panic through the thermal imaging camera and squinted his eyes.
Bang!
It's loud.
The opponent staggered and fell down.
The neck is constantly leaking blood, the head? Where is the head!
No wonder the M82A1 sniper rifle is called: Headless Doctor.
After this shot, I felt scared after watching it in the middle of the night.
"Soap, there are about 6 people on the street corner in front of you, holding weapons." Next to the Archer, an observer squatted, holding a thermal imaging telescope, reporting the point to his teammates.
"Roger that!"
John McTavish pressed the headset and responded, making a gesture towards the team members, spreading out, and slowly leaning over.
Hearing the thick accent coming from far away, these villagers obviously had a verbal infighting.
John McTavish took a deep breath. When he saw a leg exposed, his eyes flashed and he rushed out. Curly was the one walking in the front. He was startled when he saw the other person. In his attire, he subconsciously raised his gun.
Soap grabbed him by the collar and shot him several times in the heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The back was spattered with blood.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
A bearded man walking behind shouted in horror. He was obviously a minor official in the village of "Kandahar" and had the right to speak. , when you hear his words, raise your gun and shoot!
John McTavish couldn't dodge at all. He held up the corpse and tried to shrink his body into a ball. The bullets hit the corpse. Fortunately, the damn ghost had eaten well and had well-developed back muscles. Otherwise, he would have been able to withstand it. The thin man will all die together.
“Click!”
The short position has hung up.
These drug dealers don’t even know what handover of fire is. After a few people sweep them all away and change bullets together, won’t there be more gaps?
"Joseph!" Soap shouted.
The machine gunner next to him came out with a machine gun and pulled the trigger!
Chug tug… tug tug tug! !
Joseph Allen's muscles were so developed that the ballistic trajectory basically did not drift. As soon as the shuttle passed by, all the standing villagers were killed.
Soap patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go forward!"
Joseph, who retreated to the back, put in a new magazine even if there were still 5 rounds of ammunition left, in case he received any bullets. Down fighting.
Scattered gunshots rang out throughout the village.
When the resistance forces were washing the ground with air-to-surface missiles, they were totally destroyed.
Simon "Ghost" Riley led people into the building.
He encountered no effective resistance at all, only two bodyguards, who were sent directly to heaven with shotguns.
Guzman’s wife was found in the bathroom of the bedroom.
She shouted in horror, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me. My son has money. How much money do you need? I'll give it to you."
"You have been arrested, madam. Our director asks you to go back." Drink tea.”
Victor?
The old woman’s eyes were full of horror!
She still remembers how her eldest grandson died. He was placed in the refrigerator and cut into pieces. When she attended his funeral, the body was even missing several pieces. She still remembered at that time, At the funeral, his son Guzmán vowed that Victor would not die a good death.
Victor!
Tyrant!
"I won't go, I won't go..." the old woman shouted loudly.
"Ghost" Simon Riley picked up the M16 and pointed the butt of the gun at her face. The opponent's face was covered with blood. The team member next to her was holding her head tightly. The former's eyes were fierce. Staring at her, "You don't want to drink our director's tea? You don't give me face!"
"Ugh...I...won't go."
"Tug away, drag away."
Can't I subdue you, a 70-year-old woman?
"Shark 1, here is the ghost, we successfully completed the mission, the helicopter landed!"
"Shark heard, the ghost paid attention, there is a convoy coming towards Kandahar, I am afraid it is enemy reinforcements "
"Water!" Simon Riley frowned and looked at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. "How could it be so fast?"
"I ordered Falcon and Vulture to intercept in the air, and the remaining helicopters will pick you up one kilometer south. Move there immediately, quickly!" said the commander of the helicopter formation in the headset.
“We have an old lady here, can the helicopter get above us?”
“Sorry, there’s no place to land.”
“Fuck!”
< br>"Attention all operators, retreat one kilometer south and use green smoke grenades in the open space. I wish you success, Victor bless you, Amen!"
After pressing the headphones, the Canadian team member nicknamed Chemo next to him lowered his voice and said, "One kilometer south? This old woman doesn't look like she can walk at all."
"Do we have any other options? "
Simon Riley said to another team member, "Chemotherapy and Rocket, you two pulled her back first, broke her legs, and carried her on your back! "
"OK!"
He then connected to the soap, and the other party heard it and gave the order decisively, "Everyone evacuates south, and Archer observes."
"Understood!"
Chemo shot Guzman's mother twice in the soles of her feet, directly crippling her. The huge pain made her scream, and he picked her up. Give priority to retreating under the protection of team members.
…
On the asphalt road four or five kilometers away from Kandahar.
This road was built with Sinaloa's money.
Seven or eight GAZ-MM troop carriers were driving.
There's actually... an artillery piece being dragged behind him?
In addition to personnel carriers, there are also MtC armored personnel carriers. Are these all available?
It was only tested in early 1986.
This thing..., the car has a gas turbine auxiliary power unit, nuclear, biochemical and three defense devices, a gyroscope navigation system, an automatic fire extinguishing and explosion suppression device and an air conditioning system.
The weapon system is mainly twin-linked double-barreled 2A38 30mm water-cooled cannons on both sides of the turret. It has a range of four thousand meters, an effective shooting height of three thousand meters, and a maximum rate of fire of 5,000 rounds per minute. The ammunition types include high-explosive fragmentation bombs and incendiary bombs. and tracer high-explosive bombs, mixed in the bag at certain intervals, using trigger time fuses.
A quadruple missile launcher is installed under each cannon, carrying a total of eight Sam 19 anti-aircraft missiles.
In other words, this fleet has air defense capabilities!
This drug trafficker unit was stationed 20 kilometers away. When they heard the explosion of "Kandahar" and the phone could not be connected, they immediately understood that something was wrong, so they quickly brought people over and contacted other drug traffickers.
Nothing will happen to Guzman’s mother!
The drug dealers in the troop carrier were very quiet, wearing masks, and their eyes were sharp. At first glance, they looked like elite soldiers.
Buzzing buzzing~
Two Mi-8s sneaked up on me in the dark night. The pilot was also very courageous. He turned off all the lighting systems and flew blindly relying on the scattered moonlight. Anyway, there was nothing in the air. There will be no traffic jams.
The target convoy has lights and can be seen.
But this kind of technology is not something ordinary people dare to do!
It is easy to put huge psychological pressure on the pilots, and coupled with the rain, this is really a test of technology and psychology.
"Weapon system is ready!"
"Launch!"
AT-3 sticks out from the launch nest, whoosh~~
Hanging The tail wing flew over.
The driver of the GAZ-MM troop carrier at the front stared hard. It was not easy to walk in the rain. He was taking out a rag to wipe the glass. The car had just been wiped clean.
I saw a red dot flying straight towards me.
The driver subconsciously turned the steering wheel, and the drug dealers sitting inside suddenly staggered around. The tires also slipped and rolled over.
And this "luck" is not bad. I was not hit by the AT-3, but the guy who was very close behind was not so lucky and couldn't even hide in time.
“Ahh!!!”
The driver screamed in horror, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He could only watch the missile get into his driver's seat, and then "Boom!"
The upper and lower parts were blown apart.
One shot into the soul.
Even the thirty or so drug dealers behind them exploded into fireballs.
"Armed helicopter, flying at low altitude, MtC armored vehicle anti-aircraft machine gun fire! Sam 19 ready!"
The drug dealer leader in the command car was calm and issued orders quickly.
Sam is actually a NATO term.
Mexico is not an alliance, he is not worthy, but after all, it is close to the United States, so it is still called the same as the Americans.
After receiving the order, the MtC armored vehicle began scanning the sky with its double-barreled 30mm anti-aircraft guns, and the radar quickly searched for the location of the armed helicopter.
Sam 19, which has always been ready to go, quickly soars into the sky!
This group of drug dealers carry "wrenches" when they walk around, just to be able to fight back as soon as possible. Their combat quality has at least improved by several percentage points.
If you go to Africa, you can basically beat Nico and make him scream.
“Launch!”
Whoosh… Whoosh!
The surface-to-air missile rushed toward the nearest Mi-8 with all its teeth and claws.
"Beep beep beep beep!"
"Missile! Avoid! Avoid!" the crew member on the Mi-8 shouted loudly. The pilot next to him wanted to make a side turn, but how could it be that easy?
It was locked directly and then hit in the abdomen.
With a missile speed of 900 meters/second, it is almost difficult for you to avoid it when flying at low altitude.
The Mi-8 exploded into a fireball in the air and crashed into the woods nearby.
"Falcon! Falcon!" Another armed helicopter shouted over the radio, but no one responded. His heart sank, and he already understood that there was almost no chance of survival.
This scene was also seen by the observing sniper team, and Archer reported the incident quickly.
"A helicopter crashed, the enemy has missiles!"
"Fuck XXX! The vulture was shot! The vulture was shot! Zizzi~" At this moment, another armed helicopter The crew member shouted, but after only two shouts, there was a "sizzling" sound of electricity.
Everyone's heart sank.
"Ghost, you leave with the target. The first and second assault groups, the first and second sniper groups, and the fire support group are responsible for the rear break and crew rescue."
John came from the headset. McTavish's voice.
"Soap..."
"This is an order!"
"Understood!" "Ghost" Simon Riley also answered decisively.
"Blow up the opponent's air defense measures, and we will provide support for you." The commander of the helicopter formation said solemnly.
Those flying things in the sky are really difficult to deal with if they hit missiles, so they can only rely on ground troops to destroy them first.
"OK! Let's go!"
John McTavish responded and led the people to run towards the place where the helicopter crashed.
"Give them two big ones first!"
The person in charge of fire support was Gary Sanderson, nicknamed "Xiaoqiang", and his team members quickly approached the convoy. A group of people could be seen "rescuing" a group of people. A transport pickup truck, with many drug dealers crawling out of it.
He hid behind the tree and said in a low voice.
The two team members following behind each carried an M72LAW rocket launcher. This was originally intended to be used in critical battles, but unexpectedly the operation went smoothly and no resistance was encountered.
The two of them were half squatting.
Press the trigger!
Phew~~! !
The sound of the rocket was a little quiet and secretive in the rain, and it hit the overturned transport pickup truck.
Boom! boom!
The huge shock wave and explosion blew away at least thirty drug dealers around them. The unlucky ones who were close to them were already vomiting blood and obviously could not survive.
"Ghost" Simon Riley and his men heard the explosion behind them and couldn't help but stop and look back.
“It’s started! Let’s hurry!” Chemo said.
The other party nodded and ran towards the destination.
This group of drug dealers were stunned by the explosion, but not all of them were rescuing them. Most of them scattered. After hearing the explosion, they immediately fought back!
The drug traffickers got out of the armored vehicles, fired machine guns at the grove, and the bullets could make a hole in the tree where two people were hugging each other.
"Archer, what are you doing!" "Xiao Qiang" Gary Sanderson shouted into the headset while lying on the ground, "Are you dead? Did you die in battle?"
"Your dad and I are still alive. !”
The sniper’s calm voice came from the headset.
Bang! There was a gunshot, and the drug dealer's machine gun suddenly went silent.
At this moment, Gary Sanderson got up and shot at the drug dealer.
After seeing the machine gunner killed, a drug dealer quickly climbed onto the armored vehicle and prepared to move the body away. However, as soon as he put his hand on the body, another gunshot rang out and half of his body was blown up.
"Sniper! The artillery target area is covered!"
"Kill these sons of bitches!"
More than a dozen drug dealers pulled over two towed artillery, and they were busy He picked up the shells from the transport truck and was about to load them, but he didn't even notice "Soap" and others coming from behind.
Chug tug tug… tug tug!
After several bursts of fire, four or five drug dealers were killed. The remaining artillerymen finally panicked and held the gun and pressed the trigger to the end.
But the marksmanship is not very good, so they all go to repair the earth.
Under attack from two sides, the drug dealer was a little confused, but he still did not collapse. Instead, he beat him very brutally.
"Bullets!"
John McTavish touched his tactical vest and saw that there were no more bullets. He shouted to the team members behind him, but the other party shook his head, "No more!" ”
MD!
He cursed, threw the M16 on the ground, and could only take out the Sig Sauer P226 pistol.
On the battlefield, it is better to have no bullets in your own gun than to take the enemy's weapon. This is an iron rule.
Vulnerable to accidental injury.
Of course, let’s analyze the specific situation. In a local intensity war like this, if you use other people’s weapons and the sound of the gunfire is wrong, others will kill you.
Over there, "Ghost" Simon Riley and his team escorted Guzman's wife to an open space. He took out a smoke bomb and threw it towards the ground, and green smoke flew up.
"Chemo and Crane, you two are waiting here, and the others will go back with me to support."
The battlefield at night is very anxious.
The drug dealers who couldn't be defeated began to shake people.
"Hey, hey, hey!!! This is the Mexican Warrior Company. We were attacked by armed men. The village of Kandahar was attacked. Please support..."
One of the drug dealers was using a walkie-talkie. Before he could finish his sentence, his head exploded.
The minced meat and brains went directly into the mouths of others.
But the drug dealer didn't feel sick at all...
Mexican Company of Courage?
A unit with a serial number?
Those who are fighting are the elites of NMD!
"Hey, hey, hey..." The person on the other side of the walkie-talkie called twice but no one answered, so he cursed in a low voice and quickly overstepped his authority and dispatched two nearby armed forces of 3,000 people to quickly move closer.
That’s Boss Guzman’s mother!
Don't let anything happen.
Armed helicopters also began to dispatch.
The entire Shanxi...Sonora, Sinaloa, and Chihuahua states are in chaos.
John McTavish rushed to the front and shouted towards the back.
"Soap, be careful!" the team member behind suddenly shouted.
He turned his head and saw a drug dealer rushing out from one side, waving a machete in his hand and saying random words.
Spanish?
English?
French?
What’s more, the birds are singing!
The scimitar hit John McTavish's helmet directly, bang~
My head was numb.
A feeling of nausea washed over me.
The drug dealer was also startled.
The quality is so good?
The other party grinned ferociously, screamed strangely, and drew out the machete, intending to slash his neck sideways. John McTavish fired two shots at the other party's crotch.
“Ouch!”
The drug dealer knelt directly on the ground and collapsed on the ground without taking a breath.
Dead.
John McTavish kicked his legs hard to hide, waved his pistol at the team members behind him and said, "It's short but also very powerful, isn't it?"
"The caliber is not as good as You're big, captain."
Soap laughed twice.
The situation on the battlefield was that the drug dealers were being suppressed and beaten, and the MtC armored vehicle was also attached with bombs by the members of the approaching 141st Special Service Team and bombed, making a hole.
Scan the inside.
All the crew members are gone.
"Soap! The vulture has been found, the surviving personnel have been found, and the mission is completed." A message came from another group of commandos in the headset.
John McTavish, "Retreat! Go, call the polar bear, the anti-aircraft weapons have been destroyed, request air support!"
"Roger!"
After receiving this "good news", the helicopter formation that had been hiding for a long time flew back in a circle and fired a dive cannon at the drug dealers below!
Pap-pap-pap...pap-pap-pap...
When it hits the human body, it turns into several pieces.
On the side of the hatch, there is also a Vulcan cannon pointed at the ground.
The drug dealers raised their guns and fired at it, but after seeing the helicopter approaching, they ran back in panic. The bullets chased their heels, and finally "split" them in half in the middle.
"This is the polar bear. The enemy has been eliminated. Soap, where is your position? Over!"
"Thank you for the support, we are on the outside of the southwest." John McTavish moved towards The helicopter in the sky gave a cool military salute and swung forward.
“I understand, I see you.”
Four Bell 212s landed. This is an asphalt road, and the open space is relatively flat.
The 141st Special Forces Team quickly got inside.
"Take off! Take off!"
John McTavish sat on the chair and looked at his watch.
“23 minutes!” Simon Riley, the “Ghost” next to him, leaned over and said with a smile, “Wonderful operation.”
“Didn’t I ask you to evacuate first? You disobeyed the order. .”
Simon Riley was startled, "Tsk, I'm here to help you."
"Listen, Simon, when you go back, all the drinks you drink will be on my head, so be prepared."
"? Huh? I thought you would take me to the red light district."
"You are too young to go, you tend to feel inferior."
Buzz~< br>
The helicopter formation headed back towards Sonora.
……
(End of this chapter)