Snipers sometimes also serve as observers.
Especially in complex battlefield environments.
"11 o'clock direction hillside, direct distance 470 meters, artillery coverage!"
The artillery commander who received the coordinates shouted for officers to jump onto the super-long semi-trailer, pulling open all the rain covers to reveal the Type 63 107mm towed rocket launchers inside!
On the 17.5-meter semi-trailer, there were 11 rocket launchers!
One launcher had 12 barrels, so 11 launchers had how many barrels? Quick question, quick answer.
This thing, along with the AK47 and RPG-7 rocket launcher, was called one of the three great weapons of guerrilla warfare. Put it this way: Africa could be without kings, but not without the Type 63 107mm towed rocket launcher!
On many websites introducing weapons, they would more or less list which countries used them, but for this weapon there was only one sentence: "To this day, armed forces using it are found all over the world."
Impressive or not?
This thing was light. They adjusted the barrel direction according to the sniper's designation, and with the commander's order.
Rockets instantly flew over.
Directly leveling that hillside!
A cloud of thick smoke.
Over a hundred rockets covering one location was simply wealthy.
Drug dealers never imagined they'd be hit by Asian weapons' caliber on Mexican soil.
Victor's convoy even brought road rollers. These things rolled side by side, directly flattening the cars, regardless of whether there were drug dealers inside.
Drug dealers only knew these dirty tricks.
Why were drug dealers hard to eliminate?
Because they couldn't possibly have "drug dealer" written on their faces. They hid in crowds, even looking no different from ordinary civilians.
Like Brazilian drug dealers - firepower inferior to Mexico's, personnel organization also inferior to Mexico's, the Brazilian government even more capable than the Mexican government, but why were those drug dealers still like psoriasis?
Because they hid in slums.
But encountering Victor...
No matter where you hid, even if you hid in the toilet, he'd blast the shit out of you.
"Advance with alternating cover." Victor's very calm command came through the radio.
The lead vehicle rammed through those "tin cans."
"Rookie" Giancarlo Prada felt dizzy in the vehicle. Just as he prepared to push open the door and get out, the captain and several team members climbed into the vehicle.
"Get the medical kit from the back." The captain said through gritted teeth.
Giancarlo hastily handed him the medical kit. The captain took out disinfectant alcohol, soaked a medical cotton ball, and pressed it on the wound on his face, the pain making him grunt involuntarily.
Through the rearview mirror, Giancarlo saw the captain had a deep-looking scar on half his face!
He swallowed hard.
"Afraid?" The captain turned to look at him.
"No... not afraid."
"Bullshit!" The captain sneered. "Who isn't afraid? But you need to understand, the more afraid you are on the battlefield, the faster you die. You must keep a calm head. Fight if you can win, run if you can't. No shame in that."
Giancarlo nodded in seeming understanding.
"These drug dealers' firepower is fiercer again. Looks like the chief will go all out this time." The captain said casually.
The driver beside him was also covered in dust, head still somewhat dazed, covering his skull. "Should just drop an H-bomb and blow all the drug dealers to death."
Giancarlo listened with his heart pounding.
The chief...
Shouldn't have that idea, right?
In the command vehicle, Victor's expression was also somewhat serious.
"Drug dealers' firepower has gotten fiercer." Casare sighed. As the internal affairs manager, wherever the boss went, he naturally followed.
"The gap between drug dealers and us is narrowing."
Victor took a drag on his cigarette and sneered disdainfully. "Narrowing?"
"My caliber randomly fired is bigger than their heads. They're still far from fighting me!"
Victor brought "new equipment" in the rear that would always have calibers they'd appreciate.
"Have you contacted the Violent Terrorism Mobile Team?"
"They're still about 40 kilometers from Mexicali."
Victor nodded, checked his watch, and frowned. "Speed up! Tonight I want the Gulf Cartel unable to sleep."
8:45 PM.
The convoy finally saw Mexicali's outline.
"Boss, we encountered... police?! at the city gate." The officer ahead said through the radio. "They won't let us enter the city."
This amused Victor.
This had happened before in other cities. In 2011, anti-drug Marines even exchanged fire with local police.
In 2014, a police chief in Jalisco was detained by the navy on charges of drug trafficking involvement, causing subsequent riots.
Local police were too deeply entangled with drug dealers.
"Ram through! We came to suppress rebellion, not negotiate!" Victor grabbed the radio and said.
"Rookie" Giancarlo stood beside his captain. Over a dozen police stood ahead. The captain's radio was turned up loud, and everyone heard Victor's command.
"Our chief is angry. Are you letting us through or not?" The captain looked at the police superintendent ahead.
"Impossible! You cannot enter Mexicali." The superintendent spread his hands, but his legs trembled a bit.
He was originally a Tijuana member, but when the boss was gone, eliminated, when the Gulf Cartel moved in, he defected. Within half a month, with Abrego's help, he directly took the chief's position.
By day he was police, by night a drug dealer.
Hehe, bet you didn't expect that. This was called moonlighting, career diversification.
The captain said nothing more, climbed into the Humvee, hit the gas, and charged at these police.
The leading superintendent closed his eyes...
Bang!
His body hurt, and he was directly thrown six or seven meters.
"Rookie" Giancarlo's mouth hung open, watching the "heroic" captain directly knock down all the police.
"Enter the city! Whoever blocks, run them over without mercy."
Police lying on the ground wailing heard this and quickly crawled aside.
Judging by his tone, he meant it!
"Hang up the loudspeakers, let all civilians know we're here! Safety has arrived!"
The originally quiet Mexicali, residents hiding in rooms heard loudspeaker announcements.
"We are the Guadalupe Island Police Department! We solemnly declare drug dealers must lay down weapons and surrender, otherwise you're considered rebels!"
"The Tijuana drug cartel's destruction is imminent, lay down weapons and surrender!"
Bold residents secretly peered from windows. The convoy had lights on. Victor showed his muscles - the artillery, armored vehicles all on display. He wanted to tell everyone.
He had the ability to eliminate the drug dealers here!
Hiding wasn't his style.
"Guadalupe Island Police Department?"
"Victor?"
"Is that Mr. Victor?"
Residents who frequently watched the news brightened up, some excitement in their voices.
Inside the command vehicle, Victor.
Through the small glass hole, he saw the chaos outside.
Shops weren't open, walls collapsed, streets in disorder.
The air was filled with stench, trash cans uncollected.
On the ground, he could even see corpses.
Homeless people had all fled.
Could you imagine this was a city? Not the apocalypse?
"To the TV station!"
The three major places bandits occupy must be controlled first.
"First team control the police station, all police disarm, don't allow them out."
"Second team, occupy city hall!"
...
One team was about 60 people, equipped with heavy firepower.
Designated teams separated from the convoy, heading toward objectives.
What Victor had to do was cut through the mess quickly!
Beat these drug dealers until they wail!
(End of Chapter)
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