Chapter 226 Swat Special Police Operations Team!
The sudden sound of gunfire awakened the darkness in the rain!
Kennedy did not go to the United States with Victor; he was left in temporary charge while Zolf Sherman commanded the police force from the front.
He is too tired.
Just as he fell asleep, he heard gunshots.
He bounced up like a spring, put on his slippers, and wore a cultural shirt that read: Loyal Victor!
Kennedy rushed out of the room and saw a group of armed police officers running in panic. He grabbed one of them and said, "Where is the shooting!"
"Sir, a police officer has rebelled and is storming the city hall."
! ! ! !
Rebellion?
Kennedy's brain is down. The boss just left now. Someone is doing this at night? Are you one of our own?
His blood pressure soared instantly, and he blurted out obscene words, "Fuck XXXX! Sound the alarm, and the guards will fight back!"
"Yes, sir!"
Kennedy ran to the office and made a phone call. The voice on the other side was very lively, as if... he was making calls.
"James Ryan! xxxx! I ordered the National Guard to be on alert throughout the city. Someone is attacking City Hall. Get your people over here, TMD!"
The drunk guard boss over there shivered when he heard the word "rebellion".
The wine is sober.
He was not out to receive a banquet, but someone under his command was celebrating his birthday. In order to show his compassion for his subordinates, James Ryan specially came to take a few sips.
"Stop drinking! Quick! Which battalion is on duty tonight?"
The adjutant next to him noticed something was wrong with the boss's expression and quickly said, "The 3rd Battalion of the 1st Armored Regiment and the 3rd Company of the 7th Battalion of the 5th Aviation Regiment."
The National Guard is divided into five regiments, with an average of 3,000 people per regiment. In addition to the second regiment stationed in Ensenada, the third and fourth regiments are stationed in Sonora state to maintain local stability.
The 1st and 5th regiments of 6,000 people were in Tijuana.
Among them, the 1st regiment is known as the armored regiment, equipped with 3 TPz-1 armored vehicles, 7 "Weasel 1" airborne combat vehicles, and 8 BTR-80 armored personnel carriers!
Tank waits for Victor to come back before reloading.
The 5th Regiment is an air force, equipped with 5 French-made AS 365s nicknamed "Dolphins" and 5 Bell 212s, which are more powerful than the Mexican government forces.
But there is still some way to go before they can match the Americans. They have a total number of 440,000 people. They currently have 10 combat divisions, 22 independent combat brigades and regiments, and 2 special operations groups (airborne troops) and A reconnaissance brigade, totaling 440,000 people.
The numbers sound a bit overwhelming.
"My order!" James Ryan shouted loudly, and the officers immediately stood up. "The 3rd Battalion of the 1st Regiment and the 3rd Company of the 7th Battalion of the 5th Regiment rushed to the city hall in full force to suppress the rebels with arms!"
Hearing his words, the officers were also startled. Is this someone actually committing a rebellion?
That’s okay!
Don't worry, when Boss Victor comes back and sees, oh, the family is gone, that would be really ridiculous.
"yes!"
As James Ryan's order was issued, the emergency team responded quickly. The commander of the 5th Regiment, who was drinking with him, personally drove the AS 365. The frightened adjutant quickly grabbed him.
"Captain, you can't fly a plane while drinking!"
"Is there such a rule? In Tijuana, you can only drink and not drive. Which law says you can't fly an airplane? Damn, stop talking nonsense, come up and kill those bitches!"
Seeing that the boss refused to listen, the adjutant had no choice but to obey and direct the team members to get on the plane. Vulcan cannons were installed next to the cabin door!
"Take off, take off!"
The leader pressed the start button, and the sound of the propeller slowly became louder, and finally started to deafen his ears. He pulled the operating lever and shot straight into the sky.
Three more AS 365s rushed up from behind, carrying police officers and flying towards the city hall. On the ground, the Red Deer Marines of the 1st Regiment were sitting in armored vehicles.
Um…
Ground troops have no human rights!
After Kennedy finished the phone call with James Ryan, he didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he went to direct the battle wearing slippers.
boom! boom! boom!
A rebel TPz-1 armored personnel carrier, equipped with a Rh202 20mm cannon with an elevation angle of 75°, aimed at the municipal building and swept across it.
The windows were all shattered.
The walls were punched through, the office was in a mess, and the documents on the table were smashed and flying everywhere.
The wall was hit with broken pieces flying around. If you are unlucky + unlucky, you will really suffer.
Stationed at the city hall is the 4th Company of the "Special Guard" Battalion, with more than 80 people.
This battalion also belongs to the ground police force, but is mainly responsible for guarding important locations and protecting confidential personnel. They are all former EDM personnel. In principle, they do not recruit "locals", but unless you have particularly outstanding performance and particularly strong ideas, such as Victor is extremely loyal.
This team has very strong fighting qualities. Even if they are not equipped with heavy weapons, the rebels still cannot advance by relying on bunkers and tactics.
Demetrius looked at his watch anxiously. Seeing that the time was getting longer and longer, he couldn't wait any longer. The gambler in his heart exploded, "Give me a gun!"
"Sir, you can't go, it's too dangerous."
He pushed the guard aside, took an M16A1 assault rifle standard for the ground police force, and said to the "ally" next to him who had been dragged into the water with red eyes, "If you want to survive, you have to put life and death at risk! Failure, our whole family All must die.”
"Follow me!"
Demetrius opened his mouth and roared. When he was fighting drug dealers on the front line, he liked to use roars to scare the enemy and increase his courage. He was nicknamed "Lion King".
He joked several times that the goddess of luck was definitely his woman, otherwise how could she protect him so many times in the hail of bullets and remain unscathed!
"Bullets will turn when they see me." This is what Demetrius shouted.
But maybe the goddess of luck fell asleep this time. You are not sleeping at night, and you are rebelling here?
Or maybe Tijuana is the territory of Victor "God", and the goddess of luck can't see this.
biu! !
hop!
Demetrius, who ran the most happily and shouted the happiest, was hit in the neck by a stray bullet that flew from nowhere. After running forward two steps, he fell to the ground and twitched, and finally his body didn't move.
Damn...
This death is too careless!
? ? ? ?
Should I be so direct? You should at least struggle a little, aren't you the lion king?
Scream!
CNM! Scream!
The death of Demetrius caused a noticeable tremor in the battlefield, and the rebels seemed to shut their mouths immediately, and their morale dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And just at this moment.
Buzz
The roar of the propeller in the sky broke their hesitation, and the rebels on the ground looked up blankly, and saw a HOT-2 missile fired at the armored vehicle!
A beautiful hit.
The front of the TPz-1 armored personnel carrier was directly blown out, and the people inside should be fine.
The rebels who got too close were directly cut by the flying debris.
Helicopters generally cannot be dispatched alone. After the front one fired the missile, the two behind it came to clean the ground.
At the side of the hatch, the police officer with headphones was shooting the Vulcan cannon downwards, with a firing rate of several thousand rounds, and the bullet shells fell down "dengdengdeng" and rolled off the plane.
There is a reason why this can last for so long.
At the very least, ordinary tanks would be defeated if they encountered it.
Not to mention humans, who were directly blown up, and the broken limbs and arms, accompanied by the smell of blood, filled the air.
The high-altitude shooting made it impossible to escape. In front of the city hall, there were only burning armored vehicles and corpses everywhere.
"Swatt! Down! Down! Down!" The drunken commander was obviously drunk, but also very excited, commanding the commandos to rappel.
The National Guard also has a well-trained special operations force, the SWAT Special Police Force!
Named after Commander Swart.
There are 86 people in total, the elite among the elite, the special forces among the special forces, all wearing solemn black combat uniforms, with an eagle circling in the sky on their masks, and Victor's head painted on their arms.
The slogan is: For freedom and justice, we fight to the end!
This cost Victor a lot of points. For Commander Swart alone, Victor added SAS background to him, instilled dozens of combat concepts and profound theoretical knowledge. He alone had nearly 6 million points, and his subordinates were 2 million each on average, far exceeding the cost of EDM in the past.
The whole team had nearly 170 million points!
Victor also planned to give each unit a few special forces, so that the National Police Team could first enjoy the taste of "sharp knives and sharp blades".
Hearing the order of the head of the regiment, Commander Swart gestured to the other 9 members, tightened the rope, and directly rappelled down with fire support.
Eliminate the remaining rebels.
Swart's police officers should not have the "skills" of "Asan Ge" to rappel, at least it is safe. Asan Ge can fight, and in order to save time, he falls directly from above.
Ordinary people are scared when they see it.
Start to scare the enemy from yourself.
Swart heard groans from the armored vehicle, so he put the muzzle of his gun into the gap and pulled the trigger.
The bullets hit the metal with a crackling sound, but the sound inside was gone.
Hmm...
Much quieter.
The behavior of these rebels was stupid and amateurish. Damn, the heavy firepower was just an armored vehicle and a heavy machine gun on a Humvee, and you wanted to engage in armed rebellion?
How many police officers are there in Tijuana?
Nearly 7,000!
Once the supporting ground forces arrive, some will die and some will surrender.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting, please, stop fighting!" Kennedy, who was wearing slippers, walked out and saw the captives on the ground, tied up with their hands behind their backs, with blood all over their faces, and they were obviously beaten.
"Rez Cabrera?!"
He saw an acquaintance, frowned, rushed up and grabbed the other person's collar, gritting his teeth, "You are very courageous!"
"Sheriff Kennedy, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't kill me! It's all Demetrius, he defected to the Spanish intelligence agency, he forced me!" The rebel named Rez Cabrera cried loudly.
He said everything, putting all the responsibility on the dead Demetrius, but adults always have to pay the price for their actions.
"Take him down, break his hands and feet, pull out his tendons, I want to see, he dares to betray Mr. Victor!"
Kennedy's face was gloomy, "Spanish intelligence department?"
"Call Section 13, damn, they are useless! The director keeps them and they don't know a thing. The Spanish are right under his nose. Tell George Smiley that I want all the people in the Spanish intelligence department dead!"
"James Ryan!"
The leader of the National Guard shuddered and stood up straight when he heard Kennedy calling him. From the perspective of police rank, the other party is a four-star and he is a two-star. From the perspective of authority, the other party is not only the deputy commander of the ground force, but also the second-in-command of the police force.
Of course he had to obey.
"Take the people and surround the Spanish office in Tijuana! Not a fly is allowed to fly in."
Ah?
James Ryan was surprised. So brave?
Seeing Kennedy's eyes, he shuddered, saluted, responded loudly, and led the newly arrived troops to the Spanish office.
"Sheriff, should we report this to the director? It will cause a diplomatic dispute."
"Diplomatic dispute?"
Kennedy sneered, full of disdain, "Let's wait until the Spanish plane can fly over the Danish Strait."
"I order!"
Snap!
All the police officers present stood up straight.
"Block Tijuana, search for the rebels, and execute the traitors' families without trial!"
Kennedy didn't care about anything except the boss's authority.
After hearing his order, the remaining captives were obviously anxious and shouted loudly that it was all their fault.
"Don't let your family be harmed! Kennedy!" A rebel shouted.
"If you dare to be a traitor, then let your whole family die. Do you think I run a rescue station? Don't worry, I will kill you in front of you when the time comes. I will never let you go first!"
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