Chapter 119 A Treaty without Mr.'s Signature Is Just a Pile of Waste Paper!

"Shoot!"

Zolf Sherman's order was cruel.

But the war on drugs is like this.

In the anti-drug operation in Chiapas in 2017, drug dealers did this, armed the farmers who worked for them and rushed towards the military and police.

They also prepared a camera on the side.

It directly caused the death of 19 military and police officers.

Picking up weapons is drug dealers!

But the members of the EDTV (Emergency Terrorist Mobile Team) were not exchanged by the system. They were also poor people who were starving to death a few months ago. It was Victor who gave them a bite of food.

Facing these people, they couldn't do it, and they even stepped back.

Zolf Sherman's face changed, kicked a machine gunner away, snatched the Altimax machine gun in his hand, and swept it at the crowd rushing up.

"They are drug dealers! Drug dealers! Drug dealers!"

Zolf Sherman's facial muscles trembled with the jumping of bullets, and his voice was screaming.

A middle-aged man holding a dung fork with red eyes directly stabbed into the neck of a trainee police officer. The bloody stench 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 planted for drug dealers the drug dealers?

The police officers who didn't die in the "Mexicali Anti-Drug War" died under the dung fork.

Hearing the screams, all the police officers shuddered instantly.

Someone finally picked up a weapon to fight back.

Bullets swept over.

"Drum!" Zolf Sherman shouted to the machine gun assistant, and the other party quickly took out the drum from the tactical vest and handed it to him.

The former knocked it casually, and the empty drum fell off, and the new one stuck directly.

"Charge! Kill all the drug dealers!" Zolf Sherman shouted, holding the machine gun and leading the charge into the valley.

The drug dealer leader saw that this trick was useless. Seeing the police rushing up, he was so scared that his hands and feet were cold, and he shouted to signal the artillery position to fire shells!

"Boss, this will kill our people too." The younger brother stared at him and wailed.

There are many relatives outside.

The drug dealer leader had long lost his humanity. He kicked the younger brother away and said ferociously, "If the valley plantation is gone, do you think we can all survive?"

The younger brother shuddered, and a trace of fear flashed 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 did not send out the goods, he would personally kill the other party and his family.

If such a large plantation was lost, NMD, wouldn't Guzman kill them forever?

At the drug dealer artillery position that received the order, the leader was busy directing the drug dealers to load the bullets, but the guy who was kicked by him just now was obviously a little... stupid.

This guy... put the shells in the wrong place!

Then, NMD exploded! ! !

If it is a "regular" mortar and a "regular" mortar shell, then it will not explode even if it is inserted 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 shells produced a chain explosion, directly taking away all the drug dealers on the artillery position.

This proves a truth.

Dog teammates, really killing people!

Looking at the artillery position blown up high in the valley, the leader was stunned, and the whole person suddenly felt top-heavy, and the stray bullet went directly into his head.

"The boss is dead! The boss is dead!"

The younger brother felt the warmth on his face, widened his eyes in horror, threw away all the weapons, and fled.

"M4, please reply, this is the artillery support team, we have repelled the drug dealers, please ask if you need support."

"Fire white phosphorus bombs at the target area!" Zolf Sherman was now full of anger, looking at the valley that was still resisting, gritting his teeth and said.

He had originally thought of rushing in without using some "dishonorable" means, but the drug dealers were too shameless.

Giving them "respect" is disrespect for the cause of drug control.

Since drug dealers like to play so much, then all of them should die!

The other side was quiet for a while, and then the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard, "This... This violates the Convention on Special Conventional Weapons."

"What a bullshit convention, is it signed by Mr. Victor?" Zolf Sherman cursed, "Conventions without Mr.'s signature are just a pile of waste paper."

Sure enough, they all disliked Victor for not having been in prison.

After all, is it considered a big shot if you haven't been in prison in Mexico?

But in fact, this convention only means to restrict its use. The "Third Protocol" of the convention also states that white phosphorus bombs are actually flares, smoke bombs, tracer bombs, etc., which are very effective in creating smoke and marking targets, and burning is a side effect.

Then can't I just fire flares?

What?

You mean during the day? Who stipulated that white phosphorus bombs cannot be used during the day?

The artillery support team on the opposite side heard Zolph Sherman's order and was silent for a moment, but still accepted the order, "Understood!"

"Please retreat."

Zolph Sherman pressed the communication tool, "All teams retreat in a cross pattern."

The police officers of the Terrorist Mobile Team (TDTV) were all stunned. They didn't understand how to issue this order, but after all, the first thing they learned during the training was: obey!

Cross cover and retreat.

Zolph Sherman saw that the situation was almost ready, so he called the artillery team to fire.

Two minutes later, whoosh whoosh whoosh~

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.

On the other hand, the female reporter next to her seemed very calm. She swallowed, "This... this is massacre!"

"Aimed at whom?" asked a colleague next to him.

The female reporter immediately stopped asking. 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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