Chapter 118 The right to judge lies with Victor! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Chapter 118 The right to judge lies with Victor! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Baja California. Mexicali TV.

Prime time at noon.

The host with exquisite make-up had just finished broadcasting the news. The camera zoomed out, and when he was about to say the concluding remarks, he saw a staff member rushing in from outside the broadcast station and handing a document in his hand to the director.

The host immediately understood that new material was suddenly added.

The director looked at it and asked someone to hand it over to the host. When the latter got it, he frowned, but after all, he was a professional and his expression was solemn.

"Insert an important message!"

"Armed drug traffickers attacked a military camp in Sonora state, 6 kilometers away from the border area of ​​Baja California. There were many casualties. Artillery fire once fell on Baja California, causing 17 civilian casualties. We and the security forces strongly condemn this behavior and will make Drug dealers pay with blood!”

"Baja California Security Minister Alejandro said there will be a new round of crackdown on drug traffickers!"

Major Barrera: Ang? What on earth was I attacked by?

But this thing is not decided by whoever says it first.

Before the shelling was over, the press release from the city hall was written.

If you are even half a step slower, it won’t even be your turn to eat shit.

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After two consecutive rounds of shelling from 12 A-19 cannons.

The 500 heavily armed violent terrorist mobile teams (EDTV) entered a valley in Sonora called Cambra.

Drug traffickers and their relatives are hidden here, as well as about 2,000 hectares of plantations. It is an important industrial park in Sinaloa.

There is also an artillery battalion composed of 12 BM-13 rocket launchers behind the ground troops.

"The direction of the ground troops' attack!"

"Keep 300 meters!"

"Xu Jin barrage!"

"put!"

12 BM-13 rocket launchers lined up in a row, and with the commander's order, 192 rockets were fired towards the target!

Boom boom boom boom!

200 meters away from where the troops on the ground were charging, there was a burst of explosions and smoke that blocked the sight of both the enemy and ourselves.

This tactic was invented during the First World War on the Somme and has always been called "piano music before the charge" by the infantry. It can protect the lives of our own soldiers within an effective range.

On the Humvee, the driver drove so fast towards the valley that the machine gunner was almost knocked off his feet. He kept pressing his finger on the trigger and refused to let go, but the smoke was really choking his nose. The driver covered his nose and didn't pay attention. The right tire hit a hole about 40cm deep, and the car immediately lost control.

flipped…

The infantrymen behind, relying only on their legs, rushed forward with their heads buried.

When Camp 36 exploded, the drug dealer leaders in the valley felt that something was wrong, and it must have been Victor.

Can't this son of a bitch take two days off?

He shouted at the drug dealers to push out heavy weapons.

"Hurry up! Aim at that piece of smoke!" On the commanding heights of the valley, there are about a hundred drug traffickers. They are very organized and appear busy but not chaotic. They even have artillery positions drawn.

We can see a lot of artillery, but... we can't tell what model it is. It looks more like a homemade one. The muzzle is quite thick, and you can fit your head into it.

At least the diameter should be 100mm or higher.

These are actually the barrels used by drug traffickers to "sell" drugs. Sometimes when they encounter inspections on the US-Mexico border, Mexican drug dealers are unable to deliver the goods, so they think of stuffing drugs into the barrels and then firing them.

What can't you do if you have this kind of brain?

However, in Mexico, in addition to being fucked by drug dealers, it seems that you are fucked by drug dealers.

After being improved by "external experts", these DIY artillery can at least be comparable to the mortar weapons of World War II.

"Get ready!" The drug dealer leader raised his flag, but he saw a drug dealer still sticking his butt out and kicked him, "NMD, get ready!"

The other party hurriedly got up, holding the cannonball in his hand. He watched nervously as the leader lowered his hand and quickly stuffed the cannonball into the barrel.

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With a soft sound, the shell flew directly out and exploded in the smoke.

As long as it can explode, there will be harm!

A shell happened to fall into a team of about seven or eight police officers. The sergeant leading the team shrank his pupils and shouted: "Refugiarse! (Dodge!)"

When you go up, you have to kick away the cannonballs.

But before the kick could reach him, the shell exploded, directly lifting the nearly 200-pound body of the sergeant and his equipment into the air. When he fell, his flesh and blood were bloody, and his right leg, starting from the calf, was blown away.

His face was also severely injured. He was gasping for breath, blood seeped out of his nostrils, and he looked like he was going to die.

The shock wave and flying debris also brought down nearby police officers.

this…

Is TMD a war or a drug war?

"Artillery! Artillery! Forward coverage!"

The person in charge of the EDTV is an EDM veteran and the second person under Victor's command besides Kennedy, Zolf Sherman, nicknamed "M4"!

From this nickname, you can tell that he is very tall.

He saw that the drug dealer actually had artillery, and quickly called to the artillery battalion behind him.

"receive!"

The Katyusha artillery crew all raised the angle. They didn't know the exact coordinates, so just blow it up!

No matter what he does, just blast him.

Before Lao Maozi's weapon was invented, he never thought about coordinates. Anyway, it only needs to be able to cover it with firepower.

Boo hoo hoo…

Hundreds of rockets flew over Zolf Sherman's head, causing the valley to shake twice. He grinned, "Blow it up!"

But just when he was about to receive the second round of artillery fire, it turned out to be...no more.

When he was about to press the intercom, the other person spoke first, with a very anxious tone, "We were attacked! Repeat, we were attacked, damn, they are all drug dealers, the glory belongs to Victor! Long live Victor!"

There was a sense of despair and madness at the end of the voice.

Zolf Sherman was confused, and the drug dealer... started to use roundabout tactics?

Hold!

These guys are actually starting to play tactics?

Are drug dealers smarter?

After all, we are still human beings, not so stupid. It is not right to stay in one place and get bombed all the time. Drug traffickers move relatively quickly. They are very suitable for guerrilla warfare. It is very difficult to find dozens of people if you just sneak in.

Zolf Sherman was very calm and changed the radio channel, "Pilot, the artillery support group has been attacked, please go to support."

"clear!"

An MI-8 took off from the border of Baja California. There were 20 soldiers inside, all of whom were members of the elite EDM team. They were all wearing black training uniforms and DEM special masks with the team's logo on them.

An eagle soaring with wings, and above it is a bust of Victor.

Well, the newly designed one is cool, isn’t it?

"Gentlemen, what we have to do is to complete the task! No matter what time, any place, or any suffering, we are fearless!"

The commander was a police sergeant with deep eyes and a thick voice.

The helicopter flew towards its destination and heard the sound of gunfire. It was hanging a few hundred meters away from the battlefield. All personnel descended with ropes. When they were about to retract the ropes, they heard a radar siren sound.

"The ground target is approaching quickly!"

The pilot made a cool maneuver, but after the missile flew past, it actually tracked it.

"FIM-92!!! (Stinger!)" The pilot looked back, cursed, and with an ugly expression on his face, he controlled the helicopter to dodge, and even went into the woods below.

"Victor bless him, gentlemen, let's go!" the police sergeant said after seeing this scene, and led the team towards the artillery support team.

On a small high point opposite, two blond foreigners were wearing camouflage uniforms. A man with freckles looked young, but his voice was a bit rough, "Hey, missed!"

Another person was carrying the stinger and frowning, "A rat is coming."

The freckled man blew his bangs, like an old friend, and said with a smile, "Brev, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the Mexican police?"

"I'm surprised they have helicopters. It's not like you haven't trained with the Mexican special forces. They are really bad."

Brave frowned, "My intuition tells me that these people are not simple."

This sounded funny, but it made the freckled man's expression freeze, "Are you sure?"

Seeing the other party nodding, he became very single and said, "Then withdraw!"

They are "consultants" hired by drug dealers. Judging from their appearance, you can tell that they have served in the US military and have a lot of practical experience.

Brave's "gut instinct" saved them many times on the battlefield.

"Be careful!" He suddenly pulled the freckled man to squat down, and a string of bullets hit the earthen wall behind him, making a piupiupiu sound.

"Fake, you came so fast!" the freckled man shouted. He raised his head and saw a group of police officers approaching in the distance. It was obvious that the other party had discovered them long ago.

nonsense!

Why are you standing there pretending to be a Super Saiyan with a yellow hair on your head?

Who can't see you?

"Kill them!" The police sergeant leading the team was startled when he saw that the other party did not look like a Mexican and gave the order.

Caught alive? That will only cause unnecessary danger, it depends on whether they can survive.

Brev said viciously: "Kill out, fuck! Fuck!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the other party launch a rocket launcher directly towards them.

Brev and the others are masturbating, and these police officers are beating people directly!

He dragged the freckled man and jumped down to a small high point. The huge shock wave behind him blew the two people away and fell heavily to the ground.

This makes sense.

Rambo is fake!

What about people who might not be able to fly?

Brave felt that all his internal organs were displaced. He stood up with willpower, supported the freckled man and ran into the forest.

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"Hold on, hold on! Protect your plantation, take up arms and kill the police outside!"

"Hold it up and rush out. These policemen are going to destroy your wealth and kill them. In addition to protecting the plantation, you will also get a reward of 100 US dollars."

In the valley, drug traffickers also armed the farmers, issued them weapons, and continued to brainwash them.

"Mr. Guzman gave you this place. They kept you fed so that you wouldn't starve to death. But now someone wants to steal your land. What should you do?"

"Kill them!" I don't know who shouted, followed by a roar that was so angry that it was suppressed.

Zolf Sherman and the "Infantry Police" were about to rush into the valley when they heard a shout from inside!

Then hundreds of... farmers came out? Drug dealer?

Armed with a sickle, a dung fork and a stick?

This scene immediately stunned the police officers of the Terrorist Mobile Team. The one who rushed to the front subconsciously lowered the muzzle of his gun, but a woman ferociously slashed at his head with a sickle, and the helmet blocked it. , the sickle slid down and was embedded directly into the shoulder.

The police officer screamed and kicked the opponent away. He looked at the sickle on his shoulder and his heart was trembling.

These drug dealers actually use family members as weapons?

The 2,000 hectares of planters in the valley support tens of thousands of farmers. They are also the interests of drug dealers. When the police crack down on drugs, they are actually the most resistant.

sometimes…

They just want a bite to eat.

Drug dealers know this very well, so they will focus on this when recruiting people.

The most important thing is...The Mexican authorities themselves are unreliable. They have deleted farmers' interests in land from the constitution.

Then…

You know!

Zolf Sherman's eyes changed, but he quickly recovered, held down the communication tool, and calmly issued the order, "Shoot!"

"Anyone who takes up arms to resist is a drug dealer!"

"All we have to do is clean them up."

civilian? Drug dealer?

The right to judge lies with Mr. Victor.

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