The dock was alive with gunfire.
There shouldn't be anyone sticking their heads out nearby.
A group of students huddled in the container at the very back, shivering and comforting each other.
1000 vs 70!
A very typical "African headless fly" tactic.
The EDM team was fully equipped with bullet-targeting night vision devices, which made them even more formidable at night. Continue reading at m|v-l'e -novelhall.net
But there's an old saying that holds true, "Too many guns can kill an elephant!"
The Mexican drug traffickers had updated their arsenal, all carrying US-made M16s, and some even had SPAS-12 multipurpose shotguns!
God damn it...
That stuff is completely banned in the United States civilian market, and not even the Mexican Military Police have such good gear.
There's a saying, "Just like a one-shot kill, but the biggest difference between you and a sniper is that you really only have one chance to shoot!"
Meaning, the sniper might miss and still get the chance to dodge.
But with a shotgun...
There's simply nowhere to hide.
The drug traffickers' equipment is constantly being upgraded!
The war on drugs is becoming increasingly brutal.
Finally, the EDM also began to suffer casualties.
"Fire support! I need fire support!" the ground commander, taking cover behind a barricade, shouted into his headset, down on the ground with a gunshot wound to the leg, biting his teeth as he tore open a protective pack to bandage the wound.
The Mi-8 and SA.321Ja helicopters in the sky were also helpless.
The drug traffickers were firing their machine guns into the air.
Bullets clinking crisply off the chopper's body, some even got lodged in the glass of the SA.321Ja, giving the crew a big scare. If it weren't sturdy enough, they could have all been done for!
The traffickers also had combat experience. Seeing the EDM's resistance slow down, they knew the other side must be low on ammunition or suffering heavy casualties. The lieutenants yelled and charged.
"Attention all officers!"
At that moment, new voices came through the earpieces, "This is the Grand Duke Viktor Patrol Ship, please ensure your own safety, artillery coverage commencing in 1 minute! I repeat..."
The EDM commander was taken aback upon receiving this message, then suddenly looked up, seeing a warship emerging through the night, silhouetted against the waves!
The night was deep.
But you could still see the formidable gun muzzles atop it.
"Quick! Move, take the students and move them out." The commander hurriedly gave the order, dragging the frightened students whose legs had gone soft to run farther away.
No sooner had they fled than they heard whooshing sounds.
Two missiles launched directly at them!
The sky lit up with brilliance.
MM38 anti-ship missiles striking a land target?
But then again...
There doesn't seem to be a rule saying you can't use them, is there?
In the 4th Arab-Israeli War, Egypt launched beaver-style and the copycat version of the C601 Salmon missiles to strike ground targets. As long as the weapons are well utilized, there really are no restrictions to their use.
But truly... what an extravagance.
Following his journalist's "instinct," he thought this would definitely make a great photo and lifted his camera to capture what would later be hailed as: "The drug trafficker's last confession."
Seeing the journalist, the drug trafficker's eyes lit up as he reached out, hoping for salvation.
"¡Sálvame! (Save me!)"
The pleading look would stir pity in anyone.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
And the drug trafficker's head was shot, he fell dead on the spot.
The journalist looked up in panic to see a fully armed officer with an EDM armband on his arm approaching, his boot stepping on the trafficker's head, switching to a shotgun, and firing another shot at the corpse!
He shattered the man's arm, making sure he was dead, then turned to glance at the journalist who hurriedly displayed his credentials around his neck, "I... I'm a journalist."
The officer nodded, "Don't pity drug traffickers. Who pities the families they've destroyed?"
"If you encounter them, contact us. We provide a service to send them to meet God!"
The journalist swallowed hard and nodded quickly.
When the officer walked away, he looked down at the body on the ground.
A thought struck his mind.
"Could the era of Mexican drug traffickers be coming to an end?!"
...
Under the protection of officers, Victor headed for the city hall and could still hear gunfire when he was a kilometer away from the destination, very intense.
"Go and check what's happening," said Victor, frowning.
The officer beside him nodded, ran to inquire, and returned in a few minutes, "Boss, a few traffickers are hiding in a pre-dug tunnel firing back, and the grenades we throw in are being thrown back."
"How could they be so stupid?"
Victor laughed in annoyance, "Use the flamethrower! Burn them to death! Haven't I equipped you with them?"
"I refuse to believe that these rats hiding in their holes have the upper hand over hunters."
The officer hurriedly relayed the message to the combat team.
The team leader slapped his forehead and quickly called for reinforcement with flamethrowers.
Officers carrying the Italian T-148 flamethrower from "First Blood" stood at the tunnel entrance and sprayed inside!
Whizz~
The thing could shoot dozens of meters.
Touching the flame meant instant ignition, and the traffickers inside screamed in agony.
Trying to put it out was impossible.
They could only scream and rush out of the tunnel, but as soon as they came out, they were shot dead by officers waiting outside.
"Drag them away, hang the bodies in the streets!"
The leading officer looked at the charred corpses and didn't let them go either.
That was even more shocking.
Whoever the hell dealt drugs, this would be their fate.
Your ashes will be scattered!
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