Chapter 102 If You Don’t Give Me Money, I Will Be in Trouble.

Before Victor had finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, special envoy Stephen Moyaro came back with a bit of relief on his expression.

"Gentlemen agree to your request."

“Put money into the card!”

Victor winked at Casare next to him, who hurriedly handed over the card number he had prepared.

Stephen Moyaro's eyes twitched, he took the card number and frowned, "Don't you still believe us?"

Victor smiled, "I like getting money."

He just didn't trust the integrity of Mexican bureaucrats.

It's unusual for a country's police not to believe in its credibility. Stephen Moyaro had no choice but to call again to urge him.

At this moment, I heard Stephen Moyaro's voice coming from the door, "Sir! What if he really takes people to Mexico City to ask for money?"

Victor was startled. He looked at Alejandro and said with a smile, "Are you talking about me?"

"I think those gentlemen want to deceive you first, and then default on the debt if they can. They have done many dirty things like this."

Victor nodded and walked out the door. He saw that Stephen Moyaro was obviously angry. He went over and snatched his mobile phone, "Hey, gentlemen, don't you want to give me money?"

The person opposite was quiet for a moment, and then said in a very unhappy tone, "Victor?"

"Yes, sir, when will the money arrive?"

"You are a police officer, you must understand that you have to obey orders..."

Victor laughed sarcastically, "If you say it again, I will charge more. Sir, leave your nonsense to others. I just want to ask when my money will arrive! If you don't give me the money, what about your mother?" "

"Either give me money, or I'll beat out your eggs."

"I'll ask again, will you give me money?"

Victor could hear the breathing on the other side getting thicker, "Here!"

This tough style is very much like a military leader.

None of the warlords in Africa are like him.

He laughed and handed the phone back to Stephen Moyaro, "It's done now, let him transfer the money quickly, otherwise my armored vehicle won't be able to refuel."

The special envoy hurriedly said a few words into the phone with a strange look in his eyes, "Do you know who that was just now?"

"No one can rely on me for money!"

"Give me money or get out."

When Victor walked back to the office, Casare quickly said, "The money has come in."

Look, a bitch should be scolded.

The speed of making money is quite fast.

Victor is also impatient. If you give him money, you will be the boss.

Everything is easy to say.

"I will take 500 people from the EDTV, I will keep 100 people from the Guadalupe Island police, and I will take the rest away. I will leave the security of these two places to you." Victor looked at Alejandro Luo said.

The latter nodded and his expression became serious, "Don't worry, I'm here for you!"

"Casare, spread out and arrive in Mexicali on time at 9pm!"

Casare looked at his watch. It was already five o'clock. These four hours had completely tested the ability of the troops to gather.

Marles training camp.

Located 20 kilometers from the outskirts of Ensenada.

Dududu~

The emergency whistle blows.

Members of the EDTV who were training and resting quickly packed their equipment.

They are all dark black training uniforms, with the Mexican national emblem tattooed on the chest on the left side, and their slogan on the right side: "Fearless sacrifice, protect homeland"!

Victor is not stingy with this army. Although it is not as good as his direct troops, at least it is not weaker than others.

Individual equipment: Steyr MPi69 submachine gun, 3 base bullets.

Not long after the training, if you ask them to play with a sniper rifle, they will not understand at all. Just raise the gun and shoot directly. As long as you shoot faster than the drug dealer, you will survive.

It's enough to shoot drug dealers.

Anyway, the fire support for these is the "Island of Guadalupe" Police Department.

The EDM police officer in charge of training stood on the stage and looked at everyone below. He waved his hand and said, "Get in the car!"

Hundreds of people boarded the troop carrier in unison.

A few minutes later, two BTR-80 armored personnel carriers opened the road ahead, with alarm bells hanging on them.

It resounded all over the road.

…

It's six o'clock in the evening and it's still light.

A convoy of about 50 vehicles was driving on Mexico's national highway.

Written on the car: Guadalupe Island Police Department.

This is an honest and fair way!

Afraid of drug dealer attacks? nonexistent!

In order to prevent the armored vehicles from being blown up by RPGs, they are also equipped with reactive armor. Each vehicle is spaced more than 10 meters apart to ensure that there is time to fight back!

Driving at the front were three Hummers.

Giancarlos Prada sat in the car a little nervously, holding the gun firmly in his hand, wearing a body armor meticulously.

"Hey, new recruit!" The EDM member sitting in the front passenger seat threw a can of Red Bull to him with his backhand. He saw the other person's hurried look in the mirror and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous."

Giancarlos Prada just graduated from the Marles training camp and joined the "Guadalcanal Police Department" with the first place in the camp. Because of his outstanding physical fitness, he directly joined the EDM reserve team.

He heard the captain's words and nodded.

"Is there a traffic jam?" the driver suddenly said, and Giancarlos looked ahead. Sure enough, there was a traffic jam at the entrance of a tunnel.

There is no end in sight.

"Zizizi~" The intercom on the panel rang twice, "What's going on? Tank, what happened in front?"

The captain of the co-pilot picked up the intercom, "Traffic jam."

"Keep alert."

"Understood!"

"This will take at least half an hour." The driver muttered.

The captain nicknamed "Tank" glanced casually and suddenly found that there were several men sitting in a red car across the street. They had tattoos on their arms, and they seemed to be chewing something in their mouths, and their eyes were looking hard in this direction.

And on the right side of a garbage truck, the driver with a hat was also a little bit wrong. One hand was placed below, as if holding something. It couldn't be XX.

"Be careful of the red car in front of the target on the left and the garbage truck behind." The captain shouted and pulled the bolt.

"New recruit" Gan Carlos hurriedly threw the Red Bull behind his buttocks, and was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

"Tank" reported the situation to the command center behind.

"I allow you to get out of the car and fight back."

"Understood!"

The captain glanced at Gancarlos, "You stay in the car for a while, and if the others make any moves, get out of the car!"

In the red car, the tattooed man in the passenger seat held a pistol in his left hand, and next to the person behind him was a Setmai Amerili machine gun, with the magazine on it, like a crooked handle.

The tattooed man hooked the door lock with his right hand, pushed the door open and was about to get out of the car.

"Get out of the car!" The captain shouted, and seven or eight people got out of the two Hummers, each of them chose, raised their guns, "Don't move!"

"Don't move! Raise your hands."

"Tank" shouted loudly, and the other party slowly raised his hands, but suddenly tried to rush down.

Da Da Da...

"Fire!"

The bullets bounced and directly sieved everyone in the red car.

Blood was sprayed everywhere.

"New recruit" Gancarlos was in the car, and suddenly saw a person jumping on an off-road vehicle at the entrance of the tunnel in the distance, holding... a rocket launcher in his hand? ?

"Captain! Be careful!!!"

Giancarlos shouted hoarsely.

Swoosh~~

The rocket launcher dragged its tail towards "Tank and others", and Gancarlos felt that the body of the vehicle weighed one ton, and something seemed to hit him from behind.

The 2.35-meter-high BTR-80 armored personnel carrier directly blocked the rocket with its side!

This thing...

Not only was it equipped with reactive armor, but it was also DIY. In order to have enough protection on the side, the "Guadalcanal Police Maintenance Department" carried out a fantasy.

The BTR-80 armored personnel carrier was built with protective bricks with a thickness of up to 110MM. With the reactive armor, although it lost the firing port, it was much more durable!

This RPG exploded on the side, and the huge shock wave caused the body of the vehicle to shake, and the position was more than one meter away, and the buttocks hit other vehicles.

"Fight back! Fight back! Hit it!"

The command of the command vehicle came from the intercom.

The BTR-80 armored personnel carrier turned its head and fired the 14.5mm KPVT machine gun at the front.

The traffic jam outside the tunnel entrance was simply an illusion.

It was an ambush by drug dealers!

"New recruit" Gancarlos saw a "Sergeant York" anti-aircraft gun rushing up from behind the convoy. This thing is similar to an armored vehicle, but it is equipped with a cannon!

40mm machine gun!

This thing is used for air defense, but can't it hit the target in front?

Bang bang bang!

The machine gun fire support, the glass of the vehicle in front was all shattered, and this was not enough to vent the anger, the BTR-80 armored personnel carrier started the horsepower and crashed directly into it.

These drug dealers are smart, using the car to block the tunnel entrance and hinder their progress.

"Da da da..."

This is not over yet, gunshots came from the side of the hillside, weak at first, but soon became rapid and the firepower increased.

"NSV machine gun! ! "

Victor, who was in the command vehicle at the back, heard the gunshots and knew that the drug dealers' weapons had been upgraded a lot.

The bullets hit the car body, bang bang bang...

"Mole, Mole, found the enemy's machine gun position, shoot him!" Kennedy took out the walkie-talkie and gave an order.

"Understood!" The person in charge of the artillery responded.

...

Behind the machine gun position on the hill at this time.

There were more than a dozen drug dealers anxiously piecing together... mortars?!

The American "M-224 Mortar"!

"Damn, where is the manual? Doesn't this thing have a manual?" The leader was anxious. They had never studied systematically.

That's right...

At most, the black market seller taught it a few times.

But the drug dealers were still a little confused when operating it.

A drug dealer tried to put the shell in, and heard a very crisp rolling sound, and then it was ejected and flew towards the convoy.

But this angle is biased and exploded in front.

"Success! Success. "The drug dealer was so happy that he danced with joy.

Bang!

The head exploded in the eyes of other drug dealers.

"Sniper! There is a sniper!"

The leader's face was covered with blood, and he quickly lay down and shouted.

On the roof of a car in the distance, a sniper pulled the bolt of the Steyr-Mannlicher SSG-69 sniper rifle, jumped off the roof, and quickly changed his position.

While running, he did not forget to hold down the headset.

"Hill at 11 o'clock, 470 meters away in a straight line, covered by artillery fire!"

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