Chapter 119 A convention without Mr.’s signature is just a pile of waste paper!
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Zolf Sherman's orders were ruthless.
But that’s what the war on drugs is all about.
During the anti-drug operation in Chiapas in 2017, drug traffickers did this, arming the farmers who worked for them and then rushing towards the military and police.
I also specially prepared a lens nearby.
Directly causing the death of 19 military policemen.
If you take up arms, you are a drug dealer!
But none of the members of EDTV were redeemed by the system. They were poor people who were starving to death a few months ago, and it was Victor who gave them a bite to eat.
Facing these people, they couldn't do anything, and they even stepped back.
Zolf Sherman's expression changed, he kicked away a machine gunner, snatched the Altimax machine gun from his hand, and fired it at the oncoming crowd.
"They're drug dealers! Drug dealers! Drug dealers!"
The muscles in his face trembled with the beating of the bullet, and Zolf Sherman's voice roared.
A middle-aged man holding a dung fork with red eyes directly inserted it into the neck of a trainee police officer. The smell of fresh blood and the stench from it instantly penetrated into the police officer's nostrils. He stared at the person in front of him...
Aren’t those who grow for drug dealers the same as drug dealers?
The police officers who survived the Mexicali War on Drugs died under the dung fork.
Hearing the screams, all the police officers trembled instantly.
Someone finally took up arms and fought back.
The bullet swept past.
"Drum!" Zolf Sherman shouted to the machine gun deputy, who quickly took the drum out of his tactical vest and handed it to him.
The former is very cool and a little knocked, the empty drum falls off, and the new one is stuck directly.
"Charge! Kill all the drug dealers!" Zolph Sherman shouted, taking the lead and rushing into the valley with a machine gun.
The drug dealer leader saw that this dirty trick was useless. When he saw the police rushing up, his hands and feet were so frightened that he hurriedly shouted to signal the artillery position to fire the shells!
"Boss, this will kill all our people as well." The younger brother stared at the side and wailed.
There are a lot of relatives outside.
The drug trafficker leader had long lost his humanity. He kicked his younger brother away and said ferociously, "If the valley plantation is gone, do you think we can all survive?"
The younger brother shuddered, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
Guzman is famous for being ruthless to his opponents and even more ruthless to his own people. In the era of "Godfather" Gallardo, he was famous for his ruthlessness.
When he was in charge of Sinaloa Logistics, as long as someone failed to deliver the goods, he would personally kill him and his family members.
If such a large plantation is lost, NMD, will Guzman kill him forever?
After receiving the order from the drug dealers' artillery position, the leader was busy instructing the drug dealers to load their ammunition, but the guy who was kicked by him just now was obviously a bit...stupid.
This guy...just fired the cannonball backwards!
Then, NMD exploded! ! !
If it is a "regular" mortar and a "regular" mortar shell, it will not explode even if it is stuffed upside down.
But if it is an early mortar shell without inertia insurance, or even a homemade mortar shell, it is hard to say.
The artillery shells produced a series of explosions and directly took away all the drug dealers on the artillery position.
This makes sense.
Dog teammates, really bad people are killed!
Seeing the artillery position blown up high in the valley, the leader was dumbfounded. He suddenly felt top-heavy and stray bullets directly penetrated his head.
"The boss is dead! The boss is dead!"
The younger brother felt the warmth on his face, his eyes widened in horror, he threw away his weapons and ran away.
"M4, please answer when you receive it. This is the artillery support team. We have fought off the drug dealers. Do you need support?"
"Fire white phosphorus bombs at the target area!" Zolf Sherman was furious now. He looked at the valley that was still resisting and said through gritted teeth.
He originally thought about rushing in without using some "disgraceful" means, but drug dealers have no lower limit.
If you give them "respect", you are disrespecting the cause of anti-drugs.
Since drug dealers like to have fun so much, then all of them should die!
There was silence on the other side, and then the sound of swallowing could be heard, "This... this violates the Convention on Special Conventional Weapons."
"What bullshit convention, is it signed by Mr. Victor?" Zolph Sherman scolded, "A convention without Mr.'s signature is a pile of waste paper."
As expected, they all despised Victor for never having been in jail.
After all, who is considered a boss in Mexico if he has never been to jail?
But in fact, this convention only means to restrict the use. The "Third Protocol" of the convention also states that white phosphorus bombs themselves are actually illumination bombs, smoke bombs, tracer bombs, etc. The effect of creating smoke and marking targets is very good, and burning is incidental. effect.
Then why don’t I just send out flares?
What?
You mean during the day? Who said white phosphorus bombs cannot be used during the day?
When the artillery support team on the opposite side heard Zolf Sherman's order, they were silent for a moment, but accepted the order, "Understood!"
"Please stand back."
Zolf Sherman pressed the communication tool, "All squads cross and retreat."
The police officers of the Terrorist Terrorism Team (TDTV) were all stunned and did not understand how to issue this order, but after all, the first thing they learned when training began was: obey!
Cross cover and step back.
Seeing that the situation was almost over, Zolf Sherman called the artillery team to fire.
2 minutes later, hoo hoo hoo
There was a roar above his head. He raised his head and saw the shells flying towards the valley and then exploding in mid-air.
360° things like white shavings exploded.
After waiting for a few seconds, the flames suddenly started to form.
In the valley…
Suddenly there was a scream.
A helicopter appeared in the sky, a civilian one, with the words Grupo de periódicos mexicanos written on the side!
I saw someone holding a camera and filming.
In the valley below, the ground was burned black.
Hundreds of drug dealers were on fire, screaming and rolling on the ground, but the flames got into their mouths and their whole bodies began to burn from the inside.
"Too cruel!" The photographer wearing headphones couldn't bear it anymore and vomited directly, and the stench floated in the air.
The female reporter next to her, on the other hand, seemed very calm. She swallowed, "This... this is massacre!"
"Aimed at whom?" asked a colleague next to him.
The female reporter asked immediately. She couldn't say that she was targeting drug dealers, but she still pointed down and said, "There must be many relatives of drug dealers. Are they guilty? These policemen killed them without trial. This is not a crime." A crime?"
Her colleagues looked at her like she was a fool.
Did you get fucked stupid for sleeping with your boss?
"Can you go to Victor and complain?"
The female reporter was so angry that she was shaking. She picked up the instrument from the photographer's hand and took pictures of this scene. It was her responsibility to show it to everyone.
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Brave and his companion Freckled Man were tied up. They both stared at the white phosphorus in the sky.
"Damn it, Brev, they have white phosphorous bombs, is this the police?! Or the army?"
Brev's face was bruised and bruised, and the pain from his body made him groan.
"Did you see this was a white phosphorus bomb?" The police sergeant who caught them came over and looked at the freckled man with squinted eyes.
Brave felt that the other party's mood was wrong.
"Nonsense, I have eyes!" the freckled man spat as his hands were tied.
The police sergeant chuckled.
Pull out the dagger and insert it directly into the opponent's eye!
"Ahhhhh!!!!" The severe pain made the freckled man roar uncontrollably and roll on the ground.
"Farke! Farke! What are you doing?" Brev looked at this scene in shock and his companions howling miserably, "We are Americans!"
"American?"
After Qiqi's deeds, Americans do enjoy certain special care in Mexico.
"But you are also drug dealers!" The police sergeant smiled, stepped on the rolling freckled man, and stared at Brave, "Tell me, what was that just now?"
Brave's face turned green.
Damn, they are all crazy!
This was even scarier than the armed men I saw on the battlefield in the Middle East.
"What is it! Answer me! Idiot!"
Brave shuddered and suddenly said, "Pepsi!"
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