Chapter 186: Work Belongs to the Boss, Life Belongs to Yourself. (Happy May Day!)

Didn't...didn't see clearly?

Then the shock wave almost hit your forehead, you said you didn’t see it?

The effective range of the TOS-1 "Fire Breathing Tank" is very funny, 0.5 kilometers to 3 kilometers, so damn... if it gets too close, it will be burned as filler.

But if the boss (reader) says he didn’t see it, then it won’t work.

Kennedy took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Car No. 1, 2, 3, 4, another round, repeat, and another round. Choose a conspicuous spot for the target, but the boss didn't see it clearly."

Zizzi~

The intercom's current was noisy, "Roger!"

It is said that in ancient times, when Bao Si played the beacon fire show on the princes, he played TOS-1. Many people present at the time can testify.

Ordinary people, who can afford it?

This round, 24 units, 4 vehicles are equivalent to 96 thermobaric rounds. Not to mention too many, a suite in New York should have it, right?

If you're brave, you should be able to buy some in exchange for a few tea eggs.

"Reloading complete!"

Kennedy glanced at the boss, and Victor nodded. He held the walkie-talkie and said, "Let it go!"

In a field directly north of the steel plant.

It was a tank bunker, very crude, even cruder than the Yasukuni Shrine Toilet. There were sandbags around it, as if to prevent it from being exposed to the sun, and weeds found somewhere directly blocked it.

This is so precious...

Those armored vehicles don't get this treatment.

Men love the new and hate the old. At first, the anti-narcotics force called them "Little Sweet Bird" when they held the "Weasel 1 Airborne Chariot", and then they were blown up by RPGs in the steel factory and called them "Crispy Birds."

Sure enough, the thicker and more powerful ones are more popular.

"put!"

Whirring whirring! ! ! ! !

The 24-gun stabilized bomb flew out directly. The police officer standing nearby covered his ears and squatted on the ground. The sound of the launch could easily cause eardrum perforation if not careful.

Therefore, it is often seen that many artillerymen almost cover their ears and lie on the ground after firing.

bong! bong! bong!

The clouds above the steel plant seemed to be blown away.

In the city of Hermosillo, which is about 4 kilometers away, there was no disorder due to the anti-drug troops moving south.

For most ordinary people, it has no impact at all.

Who is afraid of the police?

However, it seems like cats are afraid of mice in Mexico, 24 hours a day, 25 hours belong to drug dealers, and one hour belongs to drug dealers.

The first wave of huge explosions at the "Hermosillo Steel Plant" originally attracted many people to watch curiously. Within a few minutes, there was another wave of sounds!

On the rooftop of the tallest building, there were "curious spectators" standing. They looked at the condensed clouds in the distance and fell silent instantly.

"Is that an earthquake? Marcelinho." A man with glasses couldn't help but swallowed and looked at the colleague next to him.

Are you kidding me? He could feel the heat even from such a long distance. He wiped the sweat from his head.

"Will your house explode in an earthquake?" A lean man wearing a shirt next to him glanced at him, "It should be an artillery!"

"Artillery? You told me it was a nuclear bomb and I admit it, but it is a condensation cloud. What weapon can directly evaporate the water vapor in the air?"

The man with glasses seems to be good at reading and knows physics.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably say, "Damn, that's so good!" and then compare how many seconds he could hold it.

These people...

He doesn't look like an ordinary person.

The clothes he wears look like a dog.

"Then do you want to go and find out?" The man with glasses asked.

"Are you going? If Victor catches a spy, he will be executed. I don't want my wife to take the pension and go find other men. The work belongs to the country, but your life is your own." Marcelinho shrugged , “I have to think about applying for leave.”

"Are you still taking a break? Our group has the worst performance in the organization! If we continue to take a break, we will all have to drink from the northwest!" The four-eyed boy shouted in surprise.

Marcelinho waved his hand, "The task is too heavy and I can't complete it. How about asking the Spanish intelligence agency to transfer people here again."

Trash!

I have never seen such a arrogant leader!

"Don't think about merit. Living is the most important thing. Man, our group has survived the longest." Marcelinho turned to look at them and said this meaningfully, then pulled off his tie, "Only by living can we Get a promotion and a raise, but the king won’t remember you if you’re dead.”

"Is he still an intelligence agent?" The four-eyed boy pointed at his back and muttered.

The colleague next to him pulled him and said, "Marcelinho is right, your life is your own."

They are affiliated with the Spanish National Intelligence Service (CNI), well... Franco died less than 20 years ago, and he himself has little motivation and is lying flat. But in fact, Spain is very complicated about the old colonial areas and wants influence. , but he is not strong enough, so he can only send agents everywhere to do some damage.

But this group of agents was uneven and made a lot of jokes.

There are many like Marcelinho.

"Then why don't you go check what kind of weapon this is?" Si Yanzi asked with a frown.

"The only one who is more anxious than us is the CIA. If they know, NATO will know, and if NATO knows, we will know too, so don't worry." A colleague pulled him and patted his shoulder.

After hearing this, Si Yanzi couldn't help it no matter how unwilling he was. Without the help of his colleagues, if he went to the steel factory alone, he would really be shot if he was caught!

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"Boss, do you see clearly?" Kennedy turned and asked.

Everyone around looked at Victor, who had a satisfied look on his face. Two rounds of nearly 200 thermobaric bombs, bombing the steel plant, probably, possibly, maybe, there is no room for survival, right?

"Let the ground troops charge, boss!" Zolf Sherman said painfully, "This... the price is a bit high."

Do you know how much a thermobaric bomb like this costs?

400,000 points per bomb!

80 million was spent just now!

NMD!

Even if he didn't burn money, he felt bad for the points. Even if he converted it, 80 million could be exchanged for a frigate!

And then resell it, at least a few hundred million US dollars.

To a certain extent, points are more expensive than money!

Victor was stunned by what Zolf Sherman said, and then his face wrinkled.

It's refreshing, but it's Sage Time now!

He looked at the time and took a deep breath, "Let's eat. The ground is so hot. My police officers are not supermen."

"Wait until the ground temperature drops, then we can talk."

Victor threw the telescope to Kennedy, "I brought some beef from the back, let the kitchen team have more food!"

Only when you are full can you have strength.

And at this time in the steel plant.

It's hell on earth! !

The high temperature generated by the explosion of the thermobaric bomb will not disappear, but will burn all the surrounding buildings. It's all fire dust. It makes your scalp numb. If you don't know, you might think it's a volcanic eruption!

The crested caracara that used to like to hover over the steel plant is gone now, and the weeds in the gaps have also been burned. You can't see... any trace of life!

Bang...

The wall collapsed with a bang, splashing a burst of dust.

A figure fell in the room on the second floor with his mouth open, his eyes rolled up, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood. The skin on his body was burnt, and the flesh and blood tissue inside could be seen.

The ribs on his chest were bent inwards, and his death was extremely tragic!

But he was also lucky...

At least he still had a body, many drug dealers had already vaporized!

Only Victor "Mercy" used ordinary thermobaric bombs. If it was replaced with GBU-43 large air-blast bombs, then... Mexico would be sanctioned tomorrow.

The steel plant was a little scary quiet.

Only the thick smoke on the ground and the crackling sound at any time made people feel a little alive.

At night, around eight or nine o'clock.

After a full 15 hours, the ground forces of the anti-drug force drove into the steel plant from all directions, but as soon as they came in, they were almost fainted by the heat in the air.

"Be careful, don't get burned!" Zolf Sherman, the leader of the team, frowned and said.

"Captain, can this steel plant still be used in the future?" A police sergeant next to him asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"If this place is used to build an airport, we will go directly to the United States!"

Zolf Sherman glanced at him. Oh, young man, you look square, but you are also a vicious person. "Don't talk nonsense. The United States does not need drug prohibition."

"Who knows? The drugs from Mexico can't be eaten by dogs when they are transported to the United States, right?" The police sergeant muttered.

"Captain! Captain, there is an air-raid shelter here." A police officer shouted outside a ruin.

Zolf Sherman ran over and saw several team members pulling hard on an iron plate embedded in the ground. The shock wave directly buckled it deeper. It couldn't be pulled by hand, so tools were needed.

Two people used steel bars to pry each other open the iron plate.

It was dark inside.

"Hey! Is there anyone who is not dead yet!" A police officer knelt on the ground and shouted in Spanish and English.

"If you have any, please answer the call."

Zolf Sherman almost kicked him away, "Go down!"

"Light up!"

Several police officers took out tactical fluorescent sticks, turned them on, and threw them down. The underground air-raid shelter was immediately illuminated. They climbed down the escalator and saw more than a dozen people lying in a mess.

All of them were damn dead.

It seemed that they were seriously injured by internal compression.

These people still retained their appearance before death and were not disfigured.

"Huh?"

A sergeant took a fluorescent stick and looked at the corpse lying in the middle carefully. He frowned and had a flash of inspiration. "Alfredo! Boss, this is Alfredo Beltran Leyva, Guzman's cousin, the money laundering director of the Sinaloa drug cartel!"

He shouted excitedly to the outside!

Zolf Sherman's face was also happy. He caught a big fish!

...

"Did Alfredo get beaten to death?"

Victor was also stunned when he heard the news.

"Yes! The fourth of the four Beltran Leyva brothers and other Sinaloa Cartel leaders total 16 people, many of whom are on wanted lists by both the United States and Mexico. Boss, we are going to be famous again!"

"Cut off his head and send it outside Hermosillo. Require all armed forces in the city to lay down their arms and surrender or allow them to evacuate before 5 pm tomorrow. Otherwise, kill them without mercy!"

"Tomorrow, I will enter the city!"

Victor said firmly, squinting his eyes.

I'm sorry, Guzman, you have another cousin who died!

That is, the video of the thermobaric bomb is not convenient to broadcast on TV. Otherwise, just play it in a loop and let all of Mexico see who you are facing.

The biggest role of the thermobaric bomb is actually deterrence. Do you think I can do nothing if you hide?

I will flatten you and the buildings.

Modern warfare is becoming more and more cruel.

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