Chapter 109 The Barking of Wild Dogs!

In fact, many people here should be said to be "temporary workers" for drug dealers.

It's like: make up the numbers!

But no matter who you are, you are a drug dealer and an enemy when you pick up a weapon, and you should be eliminated. The bullet will not fly in front of you and then look at your ID card.

A pickup truck knocked away the drug dealers who were blocking the road, and it was a chic and elegant one.

There was a DShK anti-aircraft machine gun on the back of the car, and a drug dealer stood, wearing headphones and sunglasses, and fired at the rooftop of the supermarket!

Bang bang bang...

The bullet hit the outer wall, and the splashed cement hurt on the face.

This thing is used to shoot down planes!

The bullet is so thick (take off your pants and draw it yourself).

The shell fell from the side, and after hitting the car and falling to the ground, you can still see smoke.

On the battlefield, there is no need to aim at machine guns, just shoot directly.

Those who were shot were just unlucky and had bad luck.

Boom…

Suddenly, the drug dealer who was operating the anti-aircraft machine gun tilted his head back, and the whole person fell off the pickup truck, and half of his face seemed to be torn apart.

"Request for support! Request for support!" The commander on the rooftop looked at the drug dealers gathering more and more below, and held down the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

After all, the EDTV has only been in training for three months. At most, they can be regarded as farmers with elite weapons. Combat quality, can you practice it without experiencing a few battles?

In 1993, the US military failed in Somalia, Black Hawk Down, and 19 people died, but nearly 3,000 people were killed!

This battle loss ratio is simply against the sky.

You should know that the Somalis also had RPGs at that time.

What does this mean?

Combat quality is really important. You can say that the Americans are bad, but you can't say that they are bad!

Similarly, under the "human wave tactics" of drug dealers, the EDTV is under great pressure and can only call for support.

"Understood!" A reassuring reply came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Then I saw 4 AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles coming out of the garage on the side. They were modified with reactive armor with a thickness of up to 100mm, which can effectively defend against bullets and ordinary shells.

The most important thing is that the main weapon was changed from a 7.5mm machine gun to an M61A1!

This thing is also known as the "Vulcan Cannon"!

It's really insidious to install a cannon on an armored vehicle, NMD.

However, it seems that the Russians also installed naval guns on tanks.

Weapons are just large building blocks for men. As long as you dare to think, you can put anything on them.

4 AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles drove Vulcan Cannons, like demons descending from the sky, and rushed into the drug dealers.

"Kill him! Kill him!" The fire control operator in the tank shook the driver's shoulder hard. The latter stepped on the accelerator and knocked over a pickup truck. The drug dealer inside wanted to run out in a panic.

But he was immediately rolled in by the tracks.

The Vulcan gun has a fast firing rate and is quite powerful.

More than a dozen drug dealers who failed to dodge in time were directly shot through.

"Ahhhh!"

He screamed loudly while covering his wound, but the next second, his head was crushed by the tracks!

How good, he didn't suffer any pain.

The AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicle that suddenly appeared killed all the drug dealers without leaving a single piece of armor.

"Blow it up! Blow them up with a plane!" Armando, the leader of Juarez, who was hiding in the distance and remotely controlling the scene, saw this scene through binoculars and was furious. While he was talking, his long hair got into his mouth, causing him to keep sticking out his tongue and being very angry.

Mexican drug dealers have planes.

But they are generally small planes. From 2006 to 2015, the Mexican government intercepted 599 planes, which belonged to Guzman. He opened an airline specifically for drug trafficking.

But the reputation of "King of the Sky" now belongs to Armando!

He currently has nearly 70 aircraft of various types under his command. With a little modification, the Mexican Air Force can only be shot down by them.

Faced with the increasingly wrong situation, Juarez spent 700 million US dollars to modify 20 of its training aircraft into an "air force" with attack capabilities!

The weapon system was made by someone from the United States.

As long as you pay, there are people to help you.

"Boss, there are many high-rise buildings nearby. Our planes... can't fly at low altitudes. We don't have the technology." The younger brother said with a sad face.

Except for those acrobats, who would fly planes around in the urban agglomeration?

Aren't you afraid of collisions?

Armando had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. He took out his gun and shot at the younger brother. He killed him with one shot and shot the corpse twice.

"I know! You don't need to remind me."

The other drug dealers in the house were all shocked. Armando is famous for his bad temper. See, don't talk nonsense.

Too much talk will lead to mistakes!

Armando looked at the drug dealers who were defeated again, angrily threw the telescope on the ground, and cursed!

Drug dealers in other places were also complaining bitterly.

After finally penetrating the chain defense of the EDTV, they were wiped out by the EDM inside before they could feel happy!

Vic had the firepower and caliber, and the number of people was close to a thousand. This kind of street fighting was even more brutal, and the drug dealers collapsed too quickly.

El Mencho, far away in Jalisco.

Chewing betel nut in his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the live broadcast on TV. If it weren't for the gunshots and screams that were too direct, others would have thought it was a movie.

"We have to change our minds in the future." El Mencho suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

"We will recruit retired soldiers in the future. Ordinary drug dealers have no way to enhance our combat effectiveness."

"Brother, our costs will become higher and higher." The younger brother frowned and said.

"High costs are better than being wiped out in the future."

El Mencho pointed at the drug dealers who fled on TV, "What do you think this kind of combat power can do? It can only bully civilians. What we have to do is to fight Victor!"

Everyone looked at the TV, and they all knew what they were doing.

The gap in weapons can be slowly filled, but the gap in personnel quality is indeed huge.

"I plan to go to Guatemala and Honduras to bring a group of soldiers over to Jalisco to purchase a new generation of military organizations. Gentlemen, our business is not just business, but also a war."

El Mencho narrowed his eyes and trembled on his face, "A war that determines life and death!"

...

"Victor!!"

In the Heroes Square, the weak Zambada suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to be able to see where Victor was through the glass.

His voice was very loud!

Or it was also amplified.

"If you kill me, can you kill all the drug dealers in Mexico! Can you kill the drug dealers in Latin America! Can you kill the drug dealers in the world!"

"You can't!"

"You are just a policeman, you can't change anything, you are a stinky policeman, and those big men whose wealth you have cut off will want you to die!"

Zambada was hysterical!

"Fire!" Casare ordered.

The 120mm M1981 self-propelled cannon banged at him.

"I am immortal! Desire will not die! Greed will not die."

Bang!

The bomb went off, creating a mushroom cloud, and the ground shook three times.

The people in front of the TV leaned over, the gray smoke dissipated, and there was not even a feather left, it was blown up directly.

Many people swallowed their saliva.

This is a cannon execution for drug dealers...

Some people think it's too much.

Victor heard Zambada's roar before his death, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "The barking of wild dogs!"

Not dead?

Just blow you up with a cannon!

See if you can still die.

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PS: Suddenly I thought, probably, maybe, maybe, Mexicans will not read this novel. . . . .