Chapter 183 Tao Takes Off!

Chapter 183 Tao~Take off!

"What!!!"

Tijuana's night was very lively. A surprised voice came from the security department building. The voice was so loud that the employees working the night shift at the door could hear it clearly.

But when he glanced at it, it was the boss's office. Everyone was shrinking their heads.

Someone must be scolded!

"4,800 rockets! 38 tons of gunpowder, Kennedy blew them all up in one hour? I remember that he was equipped with 7,000 rounds, and they were all used up?"

Victor was so angry that he cursed and threw the "application for ammunition" slip handed over by Casare on the ground, "What does he think of me? Does he think I'm a local tyrant?"

"No, isn't it?" Casare muttered beside him.

The office instantly became quiet.

"Cough cough cough..."

Victor bent down to pick up the slip, and saw Casare running over at a speed that didn't match his body size, picked it up, patted it, and handed it over.

"So many ammunitions have been used to bomb a steel plant, but it has not been taken down yet?"

"Kennedy said that this steel plant was originally built during World War II to prevent American air raids, so it is very strong, and it has tunnels that are even more difficult..." Casare explained.

"Then why didn't he call me himself?"

Casare laughed awkwardly, and the meaning was self-evident. Isn't he afraid that you would confront him?

Victor waved his hand, "Let the support troops bring ammunition when they go up, and then pull up the four TOS-1s parked in the warehouse. If it doesn't work, then use thermobaric bombs. It's so troublesome!"

He is a typical representative of the "firepower coverage" doctrine.

If there is a stronghold that cannot be attacked, it must be that the artillery is not big enough. Steel plant? I will use thermobaric bombs, and no matter where you are, it will become a cemetery!

"Boss, will the Americans have any ideas if we use thermobaric bombs?"

"Then hide during the day and bomb at night. Camouflage more. The Americans don't pay much attention to us now." Victor said with a frown.

He doesn't want to pay the pension.

Since there is this condition, then fight!

The Americans are looking at the world with their eyes open. They have been coveting the Russian bear and are just waiting for the other side to collapse. Entering the 1990s, many countries have successively left the big brother. For people with strategic vision, the situation seems to be that the Cold War that has lasted for decades will be decided in recent years.

Everyone can see the weakness of the Russian bear.

The annual expenditure of more than 5 billion US dollars on the battlefield in Afghanistan has seriously dragged down the pace of the empire. They all want to go home because they are deeply trapped in the security war.

So, sometimes, Mexico, as long as you don’t jump too much, don’t affect the basic interests of the United States, and don’t have any medium- and long-range missiles, generally speaking, why should the United States fight you?

You are the first line for them to gather refugees.

"How many thermobaric bombs are you ready?"

Victor frowned and was silent. With Kennedy's squandering speed, maybe after pulling it up, you won’t have to use them all in one day.

"Arrange it, I’ll go to the front line to inspect!"

"Will the boss be too dangerous?" Casare said worriedly.

"What are you afraid of!"

"God doesn't want me now!"

I was afraid that heaven would be blown up.

Seeing the boss insisted, Casare could only agree and hurried to make arrangements.

In the office, only Victor was left. He frowned and looked at the ammunition consumption on the data report, and his teeth ached slightly.

This way, there is no way to save points.

Can I set up my own "arsenal" for production?

It seems that in the gold finger, there are also production lines for sale.

He blinked his eyes and slid down hard, and saw [Production Tools] under [Character]. I don't know when it was lit, and I didn't pay attention.

There are many things densely packed there.

From small screwdrivers to large tunnel boring machines, photolithography machines, offshore drilling equipment, and the bullet production line also has various models, from tens of thousands of rounds a day to hundreds of thousands of rounds a day.

There are also artillery production lines, heavy guided missiles, etc.

It's just that the price...is not cheap.

Victor suddenly had an idea, then if there is a production line, will there be drawings? He swiped hard on the gold finger and saw [Drawings] in the unlocked gray area. He clicked it and it was divided into several sections.

Before World War II, World War II ~ Cold War, Post-Cold War...

There are also guns, warships, aircraft, tanks, armored vehicles, artillery, etc.

Victor pulled it casually, TMD, Tu-160 "White Swan" was listed, but maybe it was not unlocked, there were still three question marks "???" below.

In addition to the bear's...

You can also see the F-35 nicknamed "Lightning" that was only put into service in the United States in 2009!

If I have enough points...

Does it mean that I can have advanced weapons faster than the Americans?

And then use these things to fight drugs around the world...

Will it be too extravagant? !

Victor swallowed greedily. If I have the drawings, I can produce these weapons myself. If I get some technicians, can Mexico's independent military industry be exported with a brand?

As for whether I will be sued for intellectual property rights?

You can sue me, I won't pay anyway, I will just be a dead skin.

Victor suddenly saw a small line of words below.

"To unlock the blueprint page, you need to eliminate drug dealers in 16 states!"

It turns out that the conditions are written in such small words!

16 states?

That’s half of Mexico!

As long as he knew the goal, this man was full of motivation. Victor pressed the phone next to him and said, "Urge Casare to make arrangements quickly. Let's set off in twenty minutes!"

I'm going to the front line to supervise the battle.

Steel Plant?

Move it to the ground for you!

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John Boccoli was sitting on a staircase in the steel plant, eating the canned beef distributed. It was a bit hard. He was an American and had served in Delta State, but he had done some shameful things there.

Um…

He raped an RB woman, and was originally going to be sentenced, but because of his special status, he was just allowed to retire on the spot. After retiring, he went to Africa to work as a mercenary, and now belongs to Guzman's gunner unit: Los Zetas. Third Battalion!

This third battalion is full of "foreigners", just like the French Foreign Legion, except that there are no locals, everyone is there.

Because of his rich resume and profound combat experience, John Boccoli is now the captain of the 7th Squadron of the 3rd Battalion. He has 15 elite soldiers under his command, most of whom have service experience.

"team leader!"

A voice came from the headset hanging on the ear.

John Boccoli quickly pressed the headset and said, "Got it, speak!"

"Someone has infiltrated!"

"Farke!" he cursed.

It's already 11 o'clock in the evening. Don't these stinky policemen stay up all night? Can't you take a good rest?

John Boccoli took the MP5 and ran into the next room bent over. The movement woke up his teammates lying next to him.

He squatted half-crouched, holding an infrared night vision telescope, holding down the headset, "Report the location."

"Northwest, direction 11 o'clock."

Looking towards the place he mentioned, it was late at night, the moon was dark and the stars were sparse, and through the instrument I could see several "hot spots" moving.

"Get up! Sanjay, go and wake people up." John Bocauli said to the team members.

The man named Sanjay looks like an Asian face.

This is the only Asian in the team. He once served in the Para Commandos of India, which is an airborne force. The most outstanding thing should be that during the Kargil War, they captured the Tiger Hill Peak on the other side of the Indus River.

He is small and very nimble. In the dark, you can't see him unless you look carefully.

In the infrared night vision device, I saw a figure climbing over a ruined wall. As soon as he stepped on the ground, there was a bang and an explosion!

Anti-infantry mines! !

MD, so insidious, was buried next to the broken wall of the ruins. The explosion was so loud that the originally quiet steel plant was instantly shaken, with gunshots and cannons rang out everywhere.

Firefights also broke out elsewhere.

"beat!"

John Boccoli leaned against the wall and scanned directly with his MP5.

Next to it, a drug dealer was lying on the ground, with a hole exposed in the wall, and a ClS 0.50-inch machine gun pointed downwards.

12.7G) NATO caliber standard rifle bullet, kill instantly if you hit it!

Phew~! !

I don't know who fired the flares from both sides. They flew into the air and illuminated the surrounding area so brightly that my eyes suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Armored car! Sanjay! Kill him!"

John Boccoli's pupils condensed and he regained his vision, and he saw a Weasel 1 airborne combat vehicle appearing below him at some unknown time.

The machine guns above provided fire suppression in bursts. When you saw the flares, you knew you couldn't hide them anymore. Being seen meant that you were being targeted by the rocket launcher.

The launcher located on the horizontal base behind the vehicle opens!

"TOW" anti-tank missile warms up!

Sanjay, an Indian man, heard the captain's order and grabbed the RPG leaning next to him. The team members next to him assisted it and was about to take aim.

The commander of the "Weasel" 1 airborne tank, who had been sweating for a long time, directly pressed the launch button.

"Tao" style take off!

Pull a rope behind the missile. Even if you fall behind, it will hit you enough!

This thing claims to be able to penetrate all current tank armor, and the sound it makes when it flies out is like a donkey braying.

That rear wing...

Looks really awesome...

"NMDB!" Indian guy Sanjay's pupils dilated, he looked at the missile flying in, screamed strangely, threw the RPG away, covered his head and ran with the wind at his feet, he was about to run out of the room, a huge shock wave It directly numbed his face.

The 100-pound body flew out like a rag, rolled down the steps, and fell to the ground in a puddle of mud, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

If it were a Korean, he would have run away by now.

They must be faster than missiles!

The "Weasel" 1 airborne combat vehicle ran away after hitting it. The little thing looked small, but its tracks were flexible, and the machine gun pressed down on John Boccoli.

I don't know if it was too bad, but "Weasel" 1 planned to continue the rampage after reloading.

Then…

The tracks were blown up by mines.

At 2.75 tons, it is not even as good as an ordinary car, and the chassis is not mine-proof. This little thing just lay down. Seeing that it was about to become a target, the crew members hurriedly ran down.

boom!

After they had been running for a few minutes, a rocket flew from nowhere and exploded Little Douding into little devils.

"Head! Come in! The police rushed into the building!"

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