Chapter 235 Guzman, your mother is in my hands!

Chapter 235 Guzman, your mother is in my hands!

John McTavish, holding the same M16 as the US Special Forces, wearing a Dana, stepped on the rubble and attacked the houses.

There are always survivors.

These villagers ran out of the house.

Many people still had weapons in their hands, and they were all American equipment.

Sinaloa...

There are really drug dealers everywhere, and "Kandahar" is where Guzman was born, so of course everything is the best.

He is very good to the villagers, and there are bonuses every year. If you want to work, come to the Sinaloa drug cartel, and you will be assigned a leader.

A typical case of one person's success, and the whole family will rise to heaven.

Borrowing Guzman's name, they often do evil. Even once a policeman entered the village for routine patrol, he was beaten to death by them and dragged behind him with a private car.

They are Guzman's most loyal... running dogs.

I'll kill them for you to see today!

Victor's soldiers like to kill dogs the most!

The Archer saw a villager running away in panic through the thermal imager, squinting his eyes.

Bang!

The sound was loud.

The other party stumbled and fell directly.

The neck was constantly bleeding, head? Where's the head!

No wonder the M82A1 sniper rifle is called: headless doctor.

This shot was scary even in the middle of the night.

"Soap, there are about 6 people holding weapons at the corner of the street in front of you." An observer squatted next to the Archer, holding a thermal imaging telescope, reporting the location to his teammates.

"Received!"

John McTavish pressed the headset to respond, gestured to the team members, dispersed, and slowly approached.

Hearing the heavy accent coming from afar, these villagers obviously had an internal quarrel.

John McTavish took a deep breath, and when he saw a leg exposed, his eyes flashed and rushed out. The one walking in front was Curly, who was startled and subconsciously raised his gun when he saw the other party's outfit.

He was grabbed by the collar by Soap, and shot several times at his heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Blood splattered out from his back.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

A bearded man walking behind shouted in fear. He was obviously a minor official in the village of "Kandahar" and had the final say. Hearing his words, he raised his gun and fired!

John McTavish couldn't hide at all. He held the body and tried to shrink his body into a ball. Bullets hit the body with crackling sounds. Fortunately, this dead guy ate well and had well-developed back muscles, which helped him withstand the bullets. Otherwise, if he was replaced by a thin man, everyone would have died together.

"Kacha!"

The gunner hung up.

These drug dealers didn't know what it meant to exchange firepower. After several people finished firing, they changed bullets together. Wouldn't there be more gaps?

"Joseph!" Soap shouted.

The machine gunner next to him flashed out with a machine gun and pulled the trigger!

Bang bang... Bang bang bang! !

Joseph Allen's muscles were well-developed, and the trajectory was basically smooth. After one round, all the villagers standing were killed.

Soap patted his shoulder, "Forward!"

Joseph retreated to the back, and even if he had 5 bullets left, he would replace the new magazine to prevent the next battle.

Sporadic gunshots rang out throughout the village.

The resistance forces were blown up when the air-to-ground missiles washed the ground.

"Ghost" Simon Riley rushed into the building with his men.

There was no effective resistance at all, only two bodyguards, who were directly sent to heaven by him with a shotgun.

From the bathroom in the bedroom, Guzman's mother was found.

She shouted in horror, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, my son has money, how much money do you need? I'll give it to you."

"You are under arrest, ma'am, our director invites you back for tea."

Victor?

The old woman's eyes were full of horror!

She still remembered how her eldest grandson died. He was put in the refrigerator and cut into pieces. When she attended his funeral, the body was even missing several pieces. She also remembered that her son Guzman swore at the funeral that Victor would not die well.

Victor!

Tyrant!

"I won't go, I won't go..." the old woman shouted loudly.

"Ghost" Simon Riley picked up the M16 and hit her in the face with the butt of the rifle, hitting her face with blood. The team member next to her held her head tightly, and the former stared at her fiercely, "You don't even drink our director's tea? You don't give face!"

"Woo... I... I won't go."

"Drag him away."

Can't you subdue a 70-year-old woman?

"Shark No. 1, this is Ghost, we have successfully completed the mission, helicopter landing!"

"Shark, listen, Ghost, pay attention, there is a convoy coming towards Kandahar, I'm afraid it's the enemy's reinforcements."

"Watfa!" Simon Riley frowned and looked at his watch. Only more than ten minutes had passed. "How could it be so fast?"

"I ordered the Falcon and Vulture to intercept in the air, and the remaining helicopters will be picked up one kilometer south of you. Move there immediately, quickly!" The commander of the helicopter formation said in the headset.

"We have an old woman here. Can the helicopter reach our heads?"

"Sorry, there is no place to land."

"Fuck!"

"All operators, please pay attention, retreat one kilometer to the south, use green smoke bombs in the open air, I wish you success, Victor bless you, Amen!"

After turning off the headphones, the Canadian team member nicknamed Chemo said in a low voice, "One kilometer south? This old woman doesn't look like she can walk."

"Do we have any other options?"

Simon Riley said to another team member, "Chemo, Rocket, you two pull her back first, break her legs, and carry her!"

"OK!"

He then connected the soap, and the other party also heard it and decisively issued an order, "Everyone evacuate to the south, Archer observe."

"Understood!"

Chemo fired two shots at Guzman's mother's feet, directly crippling her. The huge pain made her scream. He carried her and retreated first under the protection of the team members.

…

On the asphalt road four or five kilometers away from Kandahar.

This road was built with money from Sinaloa.

Seven or eight GAZ-MM troop carriers were driving.

There was even a cannon towing behind them?

In addition to the troop carrier, there is also the MtC armored transport vehicle. What the hell does it have?

It was only tested in early 1986.

This thing... has a gas turbine auxiliary power unit in the vehicle, equipped with nuclear and biological defense devices, equipped with a gyroscope navigation system, automatic fire extinguishing and explosion suppression device and air conditioning system.

The weapon system is mainly the twin double-barreled 2A38 30mm water-cooled machine guns on both sides of the turret, with a range of four kilometers, an effective firing height of three kilometers, and a maximum rate of fire of 5,000 rounds per minute. The types of ammunition include high-explosive fragmentation bombs, incendiary bombs and tracer high-explosive bombs, which are mixed in the ammunition bag at a certain interval and use a trigger time fuse.

There is a quadruple missile launcher under each machine gun, with a total of eight SAM-19 air defense missiles.

In other words, this convoy has air defense capabilities!

This drug trafficker unit was stationed 20 kilometers away. When they heard the explosion of "Kandahar" and couldn't get through on the phone, they immediately realized that something had happened, and hurriedly brought people over and contacted other drug traffickers.

Guzman's mother must not get into trouble!

The drug dealers in the troop carrier were very quiet, wearing masks, and their eyes were very sharp. They were elite soldiers at first glance.

Buzz buzz buzz

Two Mi-8s attacked in the dark. The pilot was very brave. He turned off all the lighting systems and flew blindly relying on the scattered moonlight. Anyway, there would be no traffic jams in the sky.

The target convoy had lights and could be seen.

But this kind of technology is not something that ordinary people dare to do!

It is easy to put huge psychological pressure on the pilots, and coupled with the rain, this is really a test of technology and psychology.

"Weapon system is ready!"

"Launch!"

The AT-3 stretched out from the launch nest, whoosh

and flew over with the tail wing hanging.

The driver of the front GAZ-MM troop carrier stared hard. It was not easy to drive in the rain. He took out a rag to wipe the glass. The car had just been wiped clean.

He saw a red dot flying straight towards him.

The driver turned the steering wheel subconsciously, and the drug dealers sitting inside immediately staggered. The tire also slipped and turned over.

And this "luck" was good, not being hit by the AT-3, but the guy who was very close behind was not so lucky, and he didn't have time to hide.

"Ahh!!!"

The driver screamed in horror, his eyes almost popped out, and he could only watch the missile drill into his driver's seat, and then "boom!"

The upper and lower parts were blown apart.

One shot hit the soul.

Even the more than 30 drug dealers behind were blown into fireballs.

"Armed helicopters, fly at low altitude, MtC armored vehicles, anti-aircraft machine guns fire! SAM 19 ready!"

The drug dealer leader in the command car was calm and gave orders quickly.

SAM is actually NATO's term.

Mexico is not an alliance, it doesn't deserve it, but after all, it is close to the United States, so it is still the same as Americans.

The MtC armored vehicle received the order, and the double-barreled 30mm anti-aircraft guns began to sweep the sky, and the radar quickly searched for the location of the armed helicopter.

The SAM-19, which had been ready to go, quickly soared into the sky!

These drug dealers, they still carry "wrenches" when walking, just to be able to counterattack at the first time, and their combat literacy has at least increased by several percentage points.

If they were taken to Africa, they would basically be able to fight.

"Fire!"

Whoosh... whoosh!

The surface-to-air missile rushed towards the nearest Mi-8 with "baring fangs and claws".

"Beep beep beep!"

"Missile! Evade! Evade!" The crew on the Mi-8 screamed loudly, and the pilot next to him wanted to turn sideways, but how could it be so easy?

He was directly locked and hit in the abdomen.

The missile speed is 900 meters per second. It is almost difficult for you to dodge if you fly at a low altitude.

The Mi-8 exploded into a fireball in the air and fell rapidly into the woods next to it.

"Falcon! Falcon!"

Another armed helicopter called out over the radio, but no one responded. With a sinking heart, he realized that there were almost no survivors.

This scene was also seen by the sniper team who were observing, and Archer quickly reported the incident.

"A helicopter crashed, and the enemy has missiles!"

"Fuck XXX! The vulture has been shot! The vulture has been shot! Zizzizhi" At this moment, the crew of another armed helicopter shouted, but after only two calls, he let out a "zizzizhi" The sound of electricity.

Everyone's heart sank.

"Ghost, you leave with the target. The first and third assault groups, the first and second sniper groups, and the fire support group are responsible for the rearrangement and crew rescue."

John McTavish's voice came from the headset.

"Soap…"

"This is an order!"

"Understood!" "Ghost" Simon Riley also answered decisively.

"Blow up the opponent's air defense measures, and we will provide support for you." The commander of the helicopter formation said solemnly.

It is really difficult for their flying things in the sky to deal with missiles, so they can only rely on ground troops to destroy them first.

"OK! Let's go!"

John McTavish responded and led the people to run towards the place where the helicopter crashed.

"Give them two big ones first!"

Gary Sanderson, nicknamed "Xiaoqiang", was in charge of fire support and led his team members to quickly approach the convoy. A group of people could be seen "rescuing" a transport pickup truck, and many drug dealers crawled out of it.

He hid behind a tree and spoke in a low voice.

The two team members following behind each carried an M72LAW rocket launcher. This was originally intended to be used in critical battles, but unexpectedly the operation went smoothly and no resistance was encountered.

The two were half squatting.

Press the trigger!

Phew! !

The sound of the rocket was a little quiet and secretive in the rain, and it hit the overturned transport pickup truck.

boom! boom!

The huge shock wave and explosion blew away at least thirty drug dealers around them. The unlucky ones who were close to them were already vomiting blood and obviously could not survive.

"Ghost" Simon Riley and his men heard the explosion behind them and couldn't help but stop and look back.

"It's started! Let's hurry!" Chemo said.

The other party nodded and ran towards the destination.

This group of drug dealers were stunned by the explosion, but not all of them were rescued. A large part of them scattered. After hearing the explosion, they immediately fought back!

The drug dealer got out of the armored vehicle, fired a machine gun at the small forest, and the bullets could make a hole in the tree where two people were hugging each other.

"Archer, what are you doing!" "Xiao Qiang" Gary Sanderson shouted into the headset while lying on the ground, "Are you dead? Are you killed in action?"

"Your father and I are still alive!"

The sniper's calm voice came from the headset.

boom! There was a gunshot, and the drug dealer's machine gun suddenly went silent.

At this moment, Gary Sanderson got up and shot the drug dealer.

After seeing the machine gunner killed, a drug dealer quickly climbed onto the armored vehicle and prepared to move the body away. But as soon as he put his hand on the body, another gunshot rang out, and half of his body was blown up.

"Sniper! Artillery target area covered!"

"Blow up these sons of bitches!"

A dozen drug dealers pulled over two towed artillery pieces, hurriedly took the shells from the transport vehicle, and were about to load them, but they didn't even notice "Soap" and others coming from behind.

Chug tug tug... tug tug!

After several bursts of fire, four or five drug dealers were killed. The remaining artillerymen finally panicked and held the gun and pressed the trigger to the end.

But the marksmanship was not very good, so they all went to repair the earth.

Under attack from two sides, the drug dealer was a little confused, but he still didn't collapse. Instead, he beat him very brutally.

"bullet!"

John McTavish touched his tactical vest and saw that there were no more bullets. He shouted to the team members behind him, but the other party shook his head, "No more!"

MD!

He cursed, threw the M16 on the ground, and could only take out a Sig Sauer P226 pistol.

On the battlefield, it is better to have no bullets in your own gun than to take the enemy's weapon. This is an iron rule.

Vulnerable to accidental injury.

Of course, we have to analyze the specific situation. In a local intensity war like this, if you use other people's weapons and the sound of the gunfire is wrong, others will kill you.

Over there, "Ghost" Simon Riley and his team escorted Guzman's wife to an open space. He took out a smoke bomb and threw it towards the ground, and green smoke flew up.

"Chemo and Crane, you two are waiting here, and the others will go back with me to provide support."

The battlefield at night is very anxious.

The drug dealers who couldn't be beaten began to shake people.

"Hey, hey, hey!!! This is the Mexican Warrior Company. We were attacked by armed men. The village of Kandahar was attacked. Please support..."

One of the drug dealers was using a walkie-talkie. Before he finished speaking, his head exploded.

The minced meat and brains went directly into the mouths of others.

But the drug dealer didn't feel sick at all...

Mexican Courage Company?

A troop with a number?

Those who are fighting are the elites of NMD!

"Hey, hey, hey..." The person on the other side of the walkie-talkie called twice and no one answered, so he cursed in a low voice and quickly overstepped his authority and dispatched two nearby armed forces of 3,000 people to quickly move closer.

That's Boss Guzman's mother!

Don't let anything happen.

Armed helicopters also began to dispatch.

The entire Shanxi...Sonora, Sinaloa, and Chihuahua states are in chaos.

John McTavish rushed to the front and shouted towards the back.

"Soap, be careful!" The team member behind him suddenly shouted.

He turned his head and saw a drug dealer rushing out from the side, waving a machete in his hand and speaking nonsense.

Spanish?

English?

French?

It's a fucking bird language!

The machete directly chopped on John McTavish's helmet, bang

My head was numb.

A feeling of nausea rushed to my heart.

The drug dealer was also stunned.

The quality is so good?

The other party grinned and screamed as he pulled out the machete and planned to chop his neck sideways. John McTavish fired two shots at the other party's little XX.

"Ah!"

The drug dealer knelt directly on the ground, and he collapsed on the ground without a breath.

Dead.

John McTavish kicked his legs hard to hide, shook the pistol at the team member behind him and said, "Short and powerful, isn't it?"

"The caliber is not as big as the one below you, captain."

Soap laughed dryly twice.

The situation on the battlefield was that the drug dealers were being beaten, and the MtC armored vehicle was also stuck with a bomb by the 141 special forces who were approaching. It was blown up with a blast.

Shoot inside.

All the crew members were gone.

"Soap! Vulture found, survivors found, mission accomplished." The commando team of another group received a message in the headset.

John McTavish, "Retreat! Go, call Polar Bear, anti-aircraft weapons destroyed, request air support!"

"Received!"

After receiving this "good news", the helicopter formation, which had been hiding for a long time, circled and flew back, and fired a dive machine gun at the drug dealers below!

Pah pah pah... pah pah pah...

This hit the human body, and it was directly broken into several pieces.

On the side of the hatch, there was also a Vulcan cannon facing the ground.

Some drug dealers raised their guns and swept upwards, but when they saw the helicopter approaching, they ran back in panic, and the bullets chased their heels, and finally "split" them in half directly from the middle.

"This is Polar Bear. The enemy has been eliminated. Where are you, Soap? Over!"

"Thank you for your support. We are outside the southwest." John McTavish saluted the helicopter in the air and flicked it forward.

"Got it. I see you."

Four Bell 212s landed. This is an asphalt road and the open space is relatively flat.

The 141st Special Forces quickly got in.

"Take off! Take off!"

John McTavish sat on the chair and looked at his watch.

"23 minutes!" Simon Riley, the "ghost" next to him, leaned over and said with a smile, "Excellent action."

"Didn't I tell you to evacuate first? You disobeyed the order."

Simon Riley was startled, "Tsk, I'm here to help you."

"Listen, Simon, when you go back, all the drinks you drink will be counted on me. Be prepared."

"? Huh? I thought you would take me to the red light district."

"You are too young to go. You are prone to inferiority."

Buzz buzz buzz

The helicopter formation returned to Sonora.

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