December 7, 1989, 1 a.m.
The gates of Plateau Prison opened.
Leading the way were 2 TPz-1 armored vehicles, flanked by 4 modified American Hummers with open tops, each fitted with 6 machine guns. These included the M2 "Browning" 12.7 mm heavy machine guns and M249 5.56 mm machine guns, installed in all four directions on the vehicles, creating a 360-degree firing arc with no dead angles.
Following them were 6 troop carriers and, at the rear, two "Storm" armored personnel carriers produced by Alves Limited Company, each with four "Stargazer" surface-to-air missiles on standby at either side.
They could effectively engage airborne targets!
Moreover, the vehicles were topped with 90mm cannon turrets, ready to blast away any demon or beast with a single shot!
The sides of the vehicles also featured NBC protection systems and add-on armor - standard rocket launchers couldn't penetrate them. Thinking of flipping them over with an explosion?
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Six pairs of tires.
You might kick the bucket, but they probably won't flip over.
Victor sat inside, safe and sound—definitely safer than in a convertible, without the worry of eating hot pot and singing songs, only to turn around and find your skull missing.
"Boss, Kennedy and his men have arrived at Ensenada City, asking whether to proceed with the plan?" Casare, sitting beside him, pinched a brick phone and asked.
Victor was very cunning and sly!
As the main force moved out, he had already dispatched 40 EDM members piecemeal to Ensenada City. Yuri and Kost, forming the "Repair Team," were already there waiting with the new equipment.
Their plan was to launch a night attack on Guadalupe Island!
Victor's role was to confuse the enemy.
"Proceed as planned!"
Casare nodded and relayed the boss's orders down the line.
"Understood!" came the deep voice of Kennedy Heisenberg from the other side.
...
On the outskirts of Dan Senada City, in a quiet seaside fishing village known as Campbellstone.
It was eerily silent.
The darkness was so thick you could not see your own hand, with only the waves at the shore making any sound.
Kennedy Heisenberg, wearing night vision goggles, looked solemnly at the 40 EDM members standing in front of him, "Gentlemen, we may die today! Mexico will remember us! Viva Mr. Victor!"
"Move out!"
With a wave of his hand, Kennedy Heisenberg ushered the EDM members to board two helicopters orderly. One was the Mi-8, nicknamed "Hippopotamus," which could carry 34 people.
The other was a medium-sized, multi-purpose helicopter with three engines developed by France's National Aerospace Industry Company, nicknamed "Super Hornet," the SA.321Ja!
His face turned red as he struggled to finish, his hands wet, when suddenly his ears pricked up. He looked around blankly, only to see an unidentified object flying by not far away.
A UFO?
Such tales were popular in the '80s, especially being next to the United States, where they were often hyped.
But... something seemed off.
The strong man rubbed his eyes and then widened them in shock, for the sound grew louder—it was a helicopter!
Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~
Trails of noise accompanied by the tail fins of rockets, as the 57mm rocket launchers on both sides began strafing the ground.
A shell exploded right beside the strong man, sending his two-hundred-plus pound frame flying!
The shockwave flung him up like a feather, and his last thought was, "Where did this helicopter come from? Are the Americans attacking?"
The Mi-8 was indiscriminately strafing the area.
No one living here was poor; they were all damned criminals.
The 57mm rockets caused people below to scream in agony. However, these drug traffickers were veterans; despite their surprise at armed helicopters appearing in the dead of night—
They still grabbed their weapons to retaliate.
"Quick, shoot!"
"Where's the rocket launcher, go get the rocket launcher!"
Chaos reigned everywhere.
You expect them to act like a regular army?
If so, Mexico would have undergone a regime change already.
Bullets whizzed by the helicopter's glass and many struck the underbelly, ringing crisply.
Only a fool would entangle with them.
The Mi-8 circled the area, guerrilla-style, with a bunch of people earnestly chasing it until all the rockets were fired. Then, the armed helicopter wobbled away.
The Land of Sin was engulfed in flames, with drug traffickers screaming everywhere.
Some were aflame, running about.
After a few steps, they'd collapse on the ground, convulsing.
This proved one thing: if you don't go home at 2 AM, you're asking for trouble!
Staying out in the middle of the night meant you were in for a bombardment.
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