v4 Chapter 557： America is helpless

America is helpless

At one o'clock in the morning African time, it was also four or five o'clock in China, when the French reinforcements finally arrived. The one who came to support was the American Global Response Team, that is, the C1 team of the Delta C team with a total of .30 people.

Leading the charge was Major Solomon from Team C, an old acquaintance of Dino. They had been trained together at the Hunter School, but the difference was that the two of them worked for different targets.

"Dino, long time no see, I heard you are in trouble?" After the helicopter stopped, Solomon found the long-awaited Dino and joked.

"Damn, don't talk about it. I'm about to die of worry now, and the whole regiment is trapped there." Dino smiled bitterly.

"Oh? Tell me about the situation? Need to call for air support? Isn't it just a group of snakes?"

Dino smiled bitterly: "If it's a group of snakes, I don't need to ask for support. Just look at the video we just shot for yourself."

After finishing speaking, Dino played the picture taken by the camera on the Hummer just now to the people in Delta.

"OH, shit, are you stabbing the viper's nest?" Seeing the densely packed vipers on the screen, Solomon's legs were also weak.

He has dealt with a lot of sensitive things, but this is the first time he has encountered it today.

"Have you found out the reason? Are there any suspects?" Solomon looked at the group of snakes on the screen and asked suspiciously. Logically speaking, many snakes on the screen do not belong to Africa at all, especially some snakes are "special products of the United States". "How could it be in Africa.

Dino shook his head and said, "There is no evidence that it was man-made. Before you came, Art and I checked the sentry's tactical helmet for the first time, and there was no suspicious person in the monitoring of the camp."

"How is that possible? This is obviously an Australian brown snake, and isn't this an American rattlesnake?" Solomon looked disbelieving.

Art said at this time: "Major Solomon, although we don't want to admit it, but the fact is that, according to our French zoologists, the most reliable guess is that Captain Wien and the others accidentally dug a snake's nest, which led to this situation. There are many poisonous snakes, and what is even worse is that the Prime Minister just sent us a report that these poisonous snakes are in estrus and are extremely aggressive."

"What? It's troublesome now, you can talk about the details." Solomon said with an ugly face.

Dino gave Atelier a wink, Atelier nodded and walked to the projector to explain: "At present, there are more than 60 types of poisonous snakes that we have photographed with the Hummer armored vehicle, all of which can be lethal, of which there are more than 30 species. A species that can kill a person in three minutes."

"This is very difficult." Solomon said at a loss. They only brought more than 10 kinds of anti-venom serums this time. Many of the snakes in the video did not have serum.

"Not only that, according to the pictures taken by the Humvee armored vehicle, more than 30 foreign corps personnel have been sacrificed and two people have been injured." Yat sighed.

"Injured?" Solomon muttered, frowning.

Dino explained: "One of the two injured was on the fingers and the other was on the foot. They cut off the bitten place with a knife at the first time. Although there is a bit of blood loss now, they have saved their lives."

"So that's how it is." Solomon's face was even more ugly. After biting his fingers and toes, he would cut off the bitten part directly. One can imagine how venomous the snake inside is.

"Then what are you going to do now? With a flamethrower?" Solomon asked.

Art shook his head and sighed: "The flamethrower doesn't work. We just tried it, and the flamethrower operator was already biting back when it was bitten back."

"Then, why don't we use helicopters to sweep away all the snakes?" Solomon continued to ask.

"Never." Dino and Arti said in unison.

Looking at Solomon's puzzled eyes, Dino couldn't help laughing and crying: "The tents in the camp can't stand the airflow rolled up by the helicopter. Without the shelter of the tents, the entire camp will die."

"What about the protective clothing? Put on the protective clothing flamethrower to get the snake off the tent, and then use the car to remove the people inside?" Solomon asked reluctantly.

"This is not good either. The protective clothing with the density of the snakes inside is not necessarily effective, and it is said that there are more than 3 meters of king cobras and 2 meters of brown snakes inside. It will be troublesome if they are entangled. We have a previous one. The equipment manager put on the explosion-proof suit and still couldn't walk three meters away." Art said helplessly.

"Then what are you going to do?" Solomon made several proposals in a row, but they were all rejected by the other party, making him unable to do anything now.

Dino said with a wry smile: "Now we have no choice but to let the locals use their soil to clean up, but the local snake catchers are all in the hands of the warlords, and it will take time to gather so many people here."

"Would you like to try incendiary bombs? Throw incendiary bombs in a small area, and then move forward gradually." A Delta team leader suggested.

The eyes of the three officers lit up, and this seemed to be a solution. The point is that the members of the camp now don't have much time to spend.

"OK, Bill is in charge of this action." Solomon looked at his subordinates with admiration.

"YES guarantees completion of the mission."

At Bill's suggestion, everyone planned to continue carrying the flamethrower in five Humvee armored vehicles, following the pickup truck borrowed from the locals.

After the people in Picari threw incendiary bombs ahead, clear a way to the tent, and then the fire-breathing operator will kill the remaining poisonous snakes around.

This time, in order to match the incendiary bombs, all Humvees were replaced with tracks. The pickup truck is only responsible for throwing incendiary bombs at the designated places on the periphery.

After watching the team continue to set off in a mighty way Dino felt extremely aggrieved in his heart. If it weren't for taking care of the people in the tent, he would have liked to raze this place to the ground.

"The left 3-1-2 threw 2, and the right 4-1-3 threw 4." The members of Delta also changed into protective clothing and followed behind the Humvee armored vehicle.

With the night vision device, Bill kept calculating the amount of incendiary bombs and the direction the vehicle was traveling.

"Left 3-3-2 fires 2, right 4-4-2 fires 1."

With the opening of the incendiary bomb, countless poisonous snakes entrenched together were grilled into meat skewers, sizzling and burning, and there was a smell of cooked meat.

But now is not the time to hold BBQ, everyone's spirits are high, because no one knows if a poisonous snake will give them an intimate kiss on their necks in the next second.

Considering the venom of the poisonous snake here, if KISS takes a bite of an important part, then basically you can go to see God.

"Stop, the flamethrower begins to clear the field." After reaching the designated position, Bill asked all the flamethrower to get out of the car and start strangling the remaining snakes.