Gunfire erupted at the dock.
There shouldn't be anyone sticking their heads out around here, right?
A group of students huddled in containers at the back, trembling and comforting each other.
1000 vs 70!
A very typical "African headless fly" tactic.
All EDM personnel were equipped with night vision goggles, giving them wings in darkness.
But there was also the saying that many ants could bite an elephant to death!
Mexican drug dealers' weapons had also been upgraded - uniform American M16s, some even equipped with SPAS-12 multi-function shotguns!
Damn...
This stuff was completely banned from civilian use in America, and even Mexican military police departments didn't have such good gear.
There's a saying: same one-shot kill, but the biggest difference between you and a sniper is you really only have one chance to shoot!
Meaning snipers might miss and could still dodge.
But shotguns...
There was nowhere to hide.
Drug dealers' equipment was constantly upgrading!
The drug war was becoming increasingly brutal.
Finally, EDM began suffering casualties.
"Fire support! I need fire support!" The ground commander hid behind cover, pressing his earpiece and shouting loudly. Shot in the leg, he fell, gritting his teeth as he tore open a medical pack to bandage the wound.
The Mi-8 and SA.321Ja overhead were also helpless.
Drug dealers below aimed machine guns at the sky, firing bursts.
Bullets hitting the fuselage made crisp sounds. Some bullets even lodged in the SA.321Ja's glass, startling the crew. If it weren't tough enough, they'd all be finished!
Drug dealers also had combat experience. Seeing EDM's resistance slowing, they knew the other side was either low on ammunition or had heavy casualties. Small-time leaders shouted and charged forward.
"All police personnel attention!"
Just then, a new voice came through the earpiece channel, "This is Victor Duke patrol vessel. Please ensure your safety. Artillery coverage in 1 minute! Repeat..."
The EDM commander was stunned hearing this, then suddenly looked up to see through the night's illumination, against the backdrop of ocean waves, a warship cutting through water!
Night was deep.
But you could still see its imposing gun barrels.
"Quick! Move, take the students and move." The commander hurriedly gave orders, dragging terrified students whose legs had gone weak to run farther away.
Just after running clear, they heard whooshing sounds.
Two missiles fired directly over!
The sky lit up with brilliance.
MM38 anti-ship missiles hitting ground targets?
But...
Seemed like there were no rules against it?
In the Fourth Middle East War, Egypt used badgers to launch salmon and salmon knockoff C601s to attack enemy ground targets. As long as weapons were used well, there were no usage restrictions.
But it was really fucking extravagant.
"Exocet" missiles cost about $200,000-400,000, with specific prices flexibly adjusted according to arms dealers' moral bottom lines.
Victor Duke patrol vessel directly launched two - a 1982 Lamborghini Countach just gone like that?
Drug dealers watching missiles "falling from heaven" were equally bewildered, mouths agape, not even knowing how to shout, watching helplessly as missiles hit their positions. Warheads loaded with hundreds of kilograms of explosives instantly exploded.
Drug dealers nearby were completely torn apart.
Mushroom clouds rose.
Many citizens in the city who liked watching excitement stood on high-rise tops, staring at the distant scene in shock!
This... had Americans invaded?
Wait, didn't Mexico once vote unanimously to join America, but they refused? Voluntarily offering but they didn't like it?
Maybe they preferred force?
Victor stood in the control room, looking through glass at flames rising in the distance, "Dock!"
"All combat personnel prepare. I want to ask Mayor Ensenada why drug dealers encountering my forces not only don't surrender but dare fight back!"
"Yes!"
With his command, officers in the control room quickly responded.
This ship cost Victor nearly 13 million points, nearly emptying his savings. He also discovered that for "big items" like warships, if you were willing to provide more points, the system could "mark" clear origins for you.
Meaning you give points, and the buyer system would cook the books for you, inserting your goods into records.
Not expensive either: 200,000 points.
Later he could call Harris at Altiplano Prison to find some unlucky bastard at the third prison to kill - those points would come right back.
Ships were very necessary - they could help transport goods, strike maritime drug smuggling, and even make some chattering idiots shut up!
"Maintain crushing superiority over drug dealers in weapons and equipment." —Victor!
The "Victor" slowly entered the dock.
When his foot touched land.
This land was essentially marked.
Ensenada!
Your future "master" has come to see you first.
...
Anti-ship missiles weren't nuclear weapons after all. There were still quite a few lucky drug dealers hiding behind who saw things going badly and quickly fled.
Not even wanting their guns!
Directly throwing them on the ground.
Their panicked flight was clearly seen by many civilians and even news reporters hiding in corners.
One bold reporter even stood up to take photos.
But these usually swaggering drug dealers now had faces pale with fright.
"They... they're breaking through! Police are breaking through!"
"???"
Why did this sound so strange?
Suddenly, a drug dealer fell to the ground, legs twisted, screaming and crawling on the ground, watching his "companions" run away and letting out the most "helpless" wails.
Making a drug dealer cry like this?
Following his journalist "instincts," he felt this would definitely be a good photo. He raised his camera and captured what would later be hailed as the classic shot: "Drug Dealer's Deathbed Confession."
The drug dealer saw the reporter, eyes lighting up as he reached out, hoping for rescue.
"¡Sálvame! (Save me!)"
That pleading look would make any human feel pity.
Bang!
A gunshot.
The drug dealer took a bullet to the head and died instantly.
The reporter looked up in panic to see a fully armed police officer with an EDM armband walking over, stepping on the drug dealer's head with his boot, switching to a shotgun and firing another shot at the corpse!
Blowing off the other's arm, confirming death before turning to look at the reporter, who quickly showed his press credentials hanging around his neck, "I... I'm a reporter."
The officer nodded, "Don't sympathize with drug dealers. Who will sympathize with families they've destroyed!"
"When you encounter them, contact us. We provide services to send them to meet God!"
The reporter swallowed hard and nodded quickly.
After the other walked away, he looked again at the corpse on the ground.
A thought burst into his mind.
"Is the era of Mexican drug dealers about to end?!"
...
Victor headed to city hall under police protection. When still a kilometer from his destination, gunfire could still be heard - very rapid.
"Go ask what's happening?" Victor frowned.
A nearby officer nodded and ran over, returning in a few minutes, "Boss, several drug dealers are hiding in dug tunnels fighting back. Grenades thrown in get thrown back out."
"How can they be so stupid?"
Victor laughed angrily, "Use flamethrowers! Burn them to death! Didn't I equip you with those?"
"I don't believe these rats hiding in holes can't be handled by hunters."
The officer quickly relayed this message to combat police.
The leading sergeant slapped his forehead and quickly called for flamethrower support.
An officer carrying an Italian T-148 flamethrower from "First Blood" stood at the tunnel's sloped entrance and sprayed inside!
Whoosh~
This thing could shoot dozens of meters.
These flames instantly ignited anything they touched. Drug dealers in the tunnel screamed in agony.
Trying to pat out the flames was impossible.
They could only scream and rush out of the tunnel entrance, but as soon as they emerged, officers waiting nearby shot them dead.
"Drag them away and hang the bodies on the streets!"
The leading sergeant didn't spare even the charred corpses.
This had more shocking impact.
Anyone dealing drugs would face this fate in the future.
They'd scatter your ashes!
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