Chapter 146 Long Live the Greatest Cause of Mankind!

Tijuana. Algas (seaweed) Street.

Mexico likes to name neighborhoods after animals or plants, which is also a "little habit" in their lives.

Mana Rodlin Edes was cooking. When she heard the TV sound coming from the living room, it was very loud. She couldn't help but put her hands on her waist and rolled her eyes, "Sweet! Turn down the volume!"

But her words were not responded to.

She was so angry that she picked up the spatula and knocked it next to the non-stick pan. She ran out angrily and saw her husband Sweet holding the child and watching TV with relish.

Above is Edith González, a famous Mexican film and television star. She has flowing hair and wears a black dance dress, standing in the Mexicali Square.

She is singing a song affectionately.

"Life is like a journey of searching. Only after going through wind and rain can it become stronger."

"But it makes life reject sunlight..."

"Not only weapons kill people, but also drugs."

"Everyone is wailing and crying, but he stood up, Victor! Victor!"

...

Sweet heard the noise, turned his head and saw his wife, humming along, "This song is good, Edith Gonzalez, your favorite idol."

Manna Rodlin Edith's eyebrows jumped, "What song is this? When did she release a new song?"

"It seems to be called..."

"Victor is with us!"

"It is said to be an anti-drug song."

Sweet pinched his daughter's little face in his hand, smiled easily and said, "The melody is really nice."

It is normal to release songs in Mexico.

After all, it is close to the United States, and all cultures are circulated. There are even drug cartels that write "rap" songs and hold competitions.

Songs can indeed bring people excitement to a certain extent.

Mana Rodlin Edes nodded, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a loud noise! ​​

Boom!!!

Like something was exploding, the couple looked at each other, and hurried to the rooftop, and saw a mushroom cloud exploded in the distance.

The channel on the TV suddenly changed.

"Dear residents of Tijuana, please stay at home quietly, and do not run around casually. The anti-drug forces are encircling and suppressing drug cartels in the city!"

"If you are outdoors, please hide in a safe area!"

Sweet looked at his wife, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Victor... called?!"

He handed his daughter to his wife and ran to the bedroom. The latter hurriedly followed and saw her husband take out a long gun from under the bed.

There was tape on it.

De Lisle Micro-voice Carbine!

"What are you going to do?" The wife asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid, I just took it out to protect you." Sweet said to his wife with a smile, then ran to the living room and called his childhood friend.

"Vikto, that's right! Victor has broken in, the drug dealers are going to die! Quick, take your submachine gun, let's kill those bastards!"

When his wife saw that Sweet had even taken out the police bulletproof vest, she hurriedly grabbed him and said in panic, "Don't, don't go!"

"I'm a policeman, dear. I didn't have a way to kill the drug dealers before. I could only watch them run wild in the land of justice. You know I'm in pain, but now the opportunity has come. Victor is here, and Tijuana will be saved!"

"The balance of victory has fallen on our side. Wait until I come back."

"I love you!"

He hugged his wife and daughter and kissed them, raised his gun, "Long live the great anti-drug cause!!"

Then he opened the door and rushed out.

...

Baruch's ears were a little ringing, and he stood up and looked around trembling. There were many people lying on the ground, and the sandbags that were stacked with great effort were blown up... to the sky.

"Run...Run..." The refugees hired by the drug dealers with him shouted in fear, running around like headless flies, and knocked Baruch to the ground.

He saw a row of... small tanks appearing not far away?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~

Several missiles with tail fins flew over!

He didn't recognize this model, but he knew that he had to run!

Baruch's pupils shrank. He wanted to see his children and his wife. He got up in a panic and ran into the city.

But how could he run faster than the missiles? One shot hit the crowd.

It tore them to pieces directly!

This is a "TOW" anti-tank missile!

It is simply a luxury to use it to hit people.

The "Wiesel" 1 airborne armored vehicle weighing 3.6 tons rolled over the bunker position, as if mocking the drug dealers' overestimation of their own abilities.

The tracks also deliberately rolled back and forth on the fallen bodies!

They don't care who you are. If you resist, you are a drug dealer!

With the "Stoat" leading the way, the armored vehicles rushed into the city and transported the soldiers to the assigned blocks.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Zolf Sherman led 260 people and 6 "Stoat" to the "Hell Street" where drug dealers gathered.

This was named by tourists who came to travel.

Everyone knows that Tijuana is definitely one of the most dangerous cities in Mexico. In 1989 alone, more than 200 tourists disappeared here, most of whom gathered in "Hell Street"!

Even after the 21st century, many people who travel to Mexico will be warned by local guides not to approach "Hell Street".

But sometimes people are really mean. If you don’t let me go, I will go!

In 2012, an American family of four disappeared on the "Street of Hell" while traveling. However, because the father was a senior Internet executive and was relatively influential, the local police went to search for them.

Finally, the mother and daughter were found who had been sold into slavery, while the husband and eldest son had been trafficked for their organs by local criminal organizations.

A person is worth $500,000 on the black market. Do you think it’s a joke?

Of course, this does not mean that you are worth 500,000 US dollars, but that criminal organizations can get so much money after selling your parts to people in need.

Victor was very familiar with this "street of hell".

Give instructions: give a thunder blow!

Kill all these bastards!

"Sheriff, approach "Hell Street"!" The voice of the lead car came from the communication tool.

"Blow them up!" Zolph Sherman ordered.

This is not just a flat explosion, but...physical!

Each of the 200 police officers carried a Soviet PRO-A 93mm rocket launcher!

The caliber of this thing is 93mm!

The weight is 12kg each.

Can fire cloud bombs!

CNM’s!

Street fighting is the most difficult thing. Victor doesn't want to pay a pension. Since we are an attacking force, what's wrong with me having more firepower?

Don't say anything outrageous.

Victor has a lot of points now!

Aren't the Americans advocating "Van Fleet consumption"?

Then I will invent a new word: "Victor's ammo capacity!"

If the caliber is not large enough and the firepower is not strong enough, it is really insecure.

What should I do if I am afraid that one blast will not kill the drug dealers and make them suffer?

Then install more TNT and it will penetrate the soul with one shot.

"Hell Street"?

I will bathe you directly in the flames now.

When we drove to the street entrance, it was quiet inside?

There are sounds of fighting in other places, but it is quiet here. Do you think that I, Zolf Sherman, am just a freeloader?

The police officers did not rush in. Instead, they lined up in groups of 10 people at the street entrance, assisted by nearby officers, and installed "Shmir-2" individual cloud explosive bombs!

In the innermost room of the block.

Four or five drug dealers were squatting half-crouched, holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for the police to rush in, and then they would sweep down on them!

There are people holding RPGs next to them, which are used to blow up armored vehicles.

Let them never come back today.

"Kipo, get down and take a look." A drug dealer who looked like a leader shouted softly to the boy at the window. The latter got up quickly and carefully stuck his head out, looking suspicious.

His eyes stared at the street entrance and widened suddenly!

"Kipo? Kipo?" the little boss shouted. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he picked up the kettle and threw it away.

The little brother stood up with a tremble, turned around and ran away in front of everyone's stunned eyes, shouting heartbreakingly: "Kibo, Jibo! Jibo NMGB! Run quickly!!!!"

"put!"

Following the commander's order, the police officer pulled the trigger.

咻咻咻~

The cloud explosion bomb flew directly over and hit the wall. Before the leader could curse, he was instantly swallowed up by the explosion shock wave and fireworks!

Cloud bombs are not explosives!

It is a high-energy fuel. The explosive relies entirely on its own oxygen supply when the detonation reaction occurs. When the cloud explosive bomb explodes, it makes full use of the oxygen in the atmosphere in the explosion zone: under certain detonation conditions, the cloud explosive agent is thrown away and interacts with The air mixes and explodes violently, some call it a cloud explosion.

so…

When you look at it from the outside, it looks as bright as a summer flower.

"Next group!"

The police officers following behind hurriedly followed, knelt on one knee, followed the instructions of the front group, and continued bombing!

200 people…20 rounds.

The whole street was really blown up.

The drug dealer didn't even scream, but he jumped down from the second floor in a panic. Before he could stand still, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the "Weasel" suddenly blasted it into seven or eight or ninety pieces.

Cloud bombs can even blow through a bunker, let alone a small private house?

Some collapsed without being able to hold up, and the air was filled with dust.

Even if the building collapses, Zolf Sherman is not in a hurry. He must strictly follow Victor's tactics and blow up all 200 people...

Starting today, Hell Block is gone!

In the future, a "moral model" demonstration area will be built here.

It took nearly an hour and a half for the 200 people to be blown up. Only then did Zolf Sherman look at his watch and signal the infantry (police) to come forward.

"It's not difficult to attack a tough battle." He said to the adjutant beside him.

The latter had a sneer on his face.

You can even kill ants, of course it’s not difficult.

A team of 10 people was searching the ruins. The rookie police officer walking next to him suddenly shouted, "Captain, there is a sound here!"

The police sergeant in front hurried over and saw a cry for help coming from a triangular ruins. He looked down and saw four drug dealers pressed inside!

But two of them had already died, and the other two were shouting weakly. When they saw the figure outside, they stretched out their hands, "Help me!"

The police sergeant was very happy and stood up, "How many new police officers are there?"

The trainee police officers in the team raised their hands, four of them.

He immediately frowned, "It's not enough, no matter what, you pull out the grenade and throw it in!"

"Captain... aren't we going to save people?" a trainee police officer suddenly asked.

The veteran police officers in the team all laughed. The captain was so angry that he jumped up and kicked him. "Save NM, who recruited you? Are there any drug dealers who need to be saved?"

"The drug dealers were dead when we came!"

The trainee police officer's face turned red after being scolded.

The captain stuffed a grenade into his hand, "Throw it in and blow them up!"

The other party turned his head and saw the drug dealers also raised their heads, weakly raised their heads, with a desire for life in their eyes.

If you don't see anyone, there will be no adverse reactions if you blow them up casually, but when you really see the opponent, you will tremble in your heart when you see him die.

"They are drug dealers! Blow them up and you can save more families." The captain said gloomily from behind, "If you don't blow them up, get out of EDTV! We don't need cowards here!"

"Forgiving drug dealers is betraying the people!"

"Think about the civilians killed by them, think about the tragic scenes you have seen!"

The Terrorist Mobile Team broadcasts the cruel methods of drug dealers around the world every week, which is to inspire new police officers to have a sense of identity and mission for their profession!

"Ahhh!" The trainee police officer recalled the photos he had seen, pulled the grenade and threw it into the pit.

beng!

The sound inside stopped abruptly.

The captain nodded with satisfaction and asked the new police officers to throw grenades in turn. Even if they died, they would be blown up twice more.

"Keep looking. Whoever finds the drug dealer will have an extra meal tonight!"

"Captain, I heard there will be war correspondents? Why didn't we see it? If this is released, our EDTV will be famous." An old police officer asked in a low voice.

"You kid want to be on TV?"

The old police officer smiled, "I was afraid to be on TV before, but what am I afraid of now? My whole family is in Mexicali City, it's very safe. It's best to be in the limelight."

The captain nodded, "Okay, I'll ask for you later!"

In fact, it was mainly because they were too aggressive.

The "film crew" wearing bulletproof vests followed the large group.

Victor planned to take materials from this and make a documentary, so that everyone can see the "cruelness of the war on drugs".

The most important thing is to let those poor drug dealers see what it means to be a hero!

"Dear audience, this is Constitution Avenue in Tijuana, where the anti-drug forces encounter fierce resistance from drug cartels!"

The female reporter standing in front of the camera wore a helmet and held a microphone and shouted loudly, mainly because the gunfire was too dense.

The camera turned and saw a "Stoat" burning in the middle of Constitution Avenue, and the drug dealers hid behind the bunker with weapons and fought back.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The police officer carrying a stretcher came down from the front line, and the crew hurriedly made way for the road, and the photographer aimed the camera at the wounded.

The police officer on top had his mouth half open, his black police uniform was blown up, his left leg was completely gone, and his right arm was also gone, blood seeped out, and his face was pale!

During the bumpy ride, a note fell out of the wounded's trouser pocket, no one noticed it, but the female reporter saw it.

She squatted down, picked it up, and curiously opened it. She was startled when she saw the words on it, but tears fell like rain in an instant. She turned the paper over, "Friends, this is written by a drug enforcement policeman."

Trembling, she spread it out.

She ran her finger along it, reading: Mom, if I die, please bury me under my favorite sycamore tree. I like the smell there. Remember to write on the tombstone: A warrior who is afraid of pain but extremely brave!

Love you.

"My body and my soul should die with the drug dealers. Long live Mexico! Long live the war on drugs! Long live the greatest cause of mankind that will never be erased!!"