the world is at stake

From left and right cloisters to high and low floors, from courtyard gardens to lawn driveways, from attic hanging windows to study bedrooms, every place where there are people will be bombarded.

The [-]mm projectiles flew in from the main entrance, from the windows, and from the balcony. After the explosion, the shrapnel flew in all directions, turning the good gang lair into a blood mill.

The shelling was like a symphony of blood and fire.It is majestic, high-spirited and awe-inspiring, showing the lethality of modern weapons to ignorant mortals with an attitude that cannot be insulted.

All the means arranged by Desailly were useless, and the expensively smuggled M72 rocket launchers were discarded at will.A well-ambushed shooter doesn't even have time to escape, so who cares about killing people?

The ordinary minions around the mansion were even more frightened and ran around in a hurry.They feel that Boss Desailly is fierce, ruthless, cruel, and cold-blooded, but compared with real thugs today, it is like fireflies compared to the sun and the moon, not worth mentioning.

'Panhard' stopped after firing all the high-explosive shells, and the barrel was slightly red.It ran over an entire street, slammed out of the road, and continued to shoot with coaxial machine guns after closing the distance.

The survivors after the shelling still hoped to escape with their lives, but under the observation of infrared night vision devices, their shaking figures had nowhere to hide.

The sound of gunfire was intermittent. Those who tried to escape by car, those who stayed away on foot, and those who were hiding were all found out and killed one by one.

After consuming more than 1000 rounds of ammunition, the air inside the 'Panhard' turret was scalding hot.Elayne and the gunner had to open the top cover, and the driver opened the window for ventilation.They were all looking around to see what was going on around them.

You can’t actually see anything with the naked eye in the dark night, but the lingering gunpowder smoke in the air greatly stimulates people’s hearts, reminding that this is a real battlefield.

Although she couldn't see it, Yilan knew what she had done.

Desailly's mansion was riddled with holes, and the beautiful main building became dilapidated and dilapidated.In the courtyard in front of the main building, there were several bombardment pits, and around the pits were scattered corpses.

Nearly half of the gangster gunmen near the mansion died, and the rest were also dead, so they had to flee.

Several high-end cars tried to escape during the shelling. They were either hit by the shells or turned into hornets' nests by the bullets.The shelling also ignited the fuel tanks of many vehicles, turning them into burning 'campfires' in the distance.

There were groans, howls, and screams at the scene, but there was no normal human language.The so-called Juárez 'Desailly gang' has since been removed.

Just because of a bombardment, because of provoking an evil spirit that shouldn't be provoked.

Chapter 090 Evacuation

The front of Desailly's mansion was bombarded like a slum.This place was originally worth tens of millions, but now it is full of collapsed walls and potholes, and it is dilapidated and worthless.

A figure stood up from behind the pool of the garden fountain, staggering.His ears were bleeding, his retinas were blurred, one hand was still drooping, and the suit jacket he was wearing had become shredded cloth strips, and every breath brought severe pain to his chest and lungs.

The figure subconsciously wants to leave and seek help.But he only took a few steps when a bullet was shot in the darkness, knocking him down again, and he couldn't get up again.

Outside the mansion, 'Panhard' smashed through the beautiful iron fence, ran over the vegetation in the garden, and circled around the front and back yards.Coaxial machine guns fired from time to time, taking down any suspicious targets in sight.

When the chariot came back from a circle, Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door of the dilapidated building with an M4 equipped with a silencer.

"Ilan, the communication is restored now. You can contact Fadini who is on standby outside the city. It is ten o'clock at night. I will give you two hours to replenish the shells and rest."

Zhou Qingfeng ordered the 'Panhard' car crew to leave the battle - this broken car is too old.For a young girl, driving it to fight is too hard and physically exhausting.

"What about you?" Elayne asked from the turret.

Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the bombed-out mansion gate, "I have to go and see Roger and the skinny man, I hope they still have a whole body. By the way, activate the radio jammer before leaving, it's safer."

Elayne obeys and leaves.

Zhou Qingfeng walked into Desailly's mansion with a gun in his hand, stepping on the broken bricks and wood.

The gate of the gangster's lair has collapsed, like a toothless mouth.All the lights behind the door were turned off, and it was dark.The night vision devices can see some hot spots, but most of them are still warm from the lit debris from the shelling.

Before the bombardment, Zhou Qingfeng controlled the drone to investigate.

Roger and the thin man were in the middle of the hall.The reason why he used ruthless means was because he was not sure that he could kill all the drug lords and rescue his companions safely at the same time.

In an emergency, the only way is shelling, so that the drug lords have no time to kill, but to run for their lives—as for whether their own people can survive, it depends on luck.

The shelling caused the main hall to be completely destroyed, and there were more than a dozen corpses in sight.But the whole mansion is more than that.The second half is basically intact, and it is likely that the enemy is still hiding.

But even if there are people, it won't be too good. Fear is inevitable, and I don't see him daring to come out to make trouble.

Zhou Qingfeng searched among the corpses, and at a glance, he saw a concrete and obese person lying on the charred carpet.He went over and turned it over...

It was Roger.

When I feel for the pulse, the subcutaneous fat is too thick to be felt, and I don't know where the blood vessels are.

I touched my nose again, but I didn't feel it, as if I was dead.

Judging from the injuries on his back, it is likely that he died from shell fragments, or that his organs were damaged by a close-range explosion.Probably not too long after death, the body is still soft.

Alas... Zhou Qingfeng sighed.

To be honest, Rogge is not a good person, but a big villain who has done a lot of bad things.He was hired by Guo Xiao to intimidate Sophie and the three daughters.It was Zhou Qingfeng who forcibly dragged him into the group to avoid leaking the news.

Probably because Uncle Zhou is more vicious and ruthless, the two get along quite happily.And now...

"Fatty, you finally don't have to lose weight."

There was another person under Rogge's body, a thin man.The thin man's physique was less than half of Rogge's, but he was well protected by this mountain of meat from the shelling.

The thin man still had a pulse, but the injury was serious.He was beaten up by gangsters before, and several bones were broken.The flip made him regain consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Qingfeng wearing night vision goggles, and asked, "Victor?"

"It's me. I'm here to save you." Zhou Qingfeng sighed again, "But sorry, I couldn't save Rogge."

Every time the thin man moved, his chest hurt badly.Zhou Qingfeng helped him up, leaned against the tattered sofa next to him, took out a shot of morphine from his medical bag, and stuck it in for him.

After analgesia, the thin man breathed much more smoothly and spoke more easily.He glanced at Rogge's body, and said in a daze, "Is this fat man dead?"

"That's right. He kept you, but he wasn't so lucky." Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Sit for a while, and I'll bring the car over."

The thin man's expression was gloomy, and he whispered: "Why did he die? Rogge is more resistant than me. Although he is fat and panting when he walks, no matter what happens, he can always save the day and never die."

Zhou Qingfeng was speechless.

The thin man asked again, "Is Desailly dead?"

"I don't know Desailly." Zhou Qingfeng replied.

So the two searched around the pile of corpses, and finally they could only judge that a corpse with half of its head cut off might be the drug lord Desailly.

This can only be estimated from the clothes, because the other half of the skull can't see the shape at all.

"Victor, we can't come here in vain. At least we need to get some pension for Roger." The thin man said weakly, "Drug lords like cash, look for a place like the basement, there must be a special safe."

"Now?"

"Worried about the police coming?"

"There's that 'Panhard' driving around, and the military and police in Juarez are busy right now." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Skinny man, if you have internal bleeding, you can still go to the hospital now. It will take a long time kill you."

"Leave me alone, go find some money." The thin man was very stubborn, and yelled on the rotten sofa: "If I can stand up, I will definitely not let go of this golden opportunity to hunt down drug lords."

It's all this time, still thinking about money?

Zhou Qingfeng reluctantly agreed, and walked around the mansion with a gun in his hand.

About ten minutes later, the thin man leaning on the sofa in the main hall heard seven or eight gunshots, and then saw Zhou Qingfeng come back with two big metal boxes.

It's the kind of bank special currency transfer box, the big and heavy one.A box weighs hundreds of kilograms, and it takes two strong men to move it.

Zhou Qingfeng went around the garage of the mansion again. He abandoned the 'Hummer' he had snatched, and got a 'Dodge' pickup truck with a compartment and parked it at the entrance of the ruins of the main building.

Then he ran into the depths of the mansion for a while, and then threw two large boxes into the pickup truck.It took more than a dozen times to move back and forth before it was over, and half an hour passed.

In the end, he helped the skinny man into the car, loaded Rogge's still unhardened body into the car, and drove carelessly away from the gangster's lair that was strewn with corpses.

During the whole process, the thin man laughed and asked, "Victor, what did you find?"

Zhou Qingfeng turned the steering wheel and checked Google Maps to go to the hospital. He said casually, "It's nothing. I met a lot of people hiding in the basement of a mansion. Some are gang leaders, and some are just servants."

"You found a large safe in the basement?"

"No, there is no large safe, only a closed secret room, but it is not a professional underground vault like a bank. Drug dealers are unprofessional and overconfident, so they open it after a few shots."

"In the secret room is the iron box you brought up?"

"Yes, very heavy. Some of the smaller ones weighed more than the larger ones, and I suspect they contained gold."

Zhou Qingfeng is not short of money now, but no one would think that money is lacking.The box he brought up was at least a million dollars, which was a windfall.

Robbing drug dealers was a pleasure, but the Dodge pickup drove to Juárez Municipal Hospital, only to find it packed with military and police wounded.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't go to poke the hornet's nest, and it was not smooth to go to other hospitals.All hospitals have been taken over by the authorities and heavily guarded by the military and police.

It's gone now.

Relying on the restoration of communication and network, Zhou Qingfeng asked Will in El Paso for help, hoping that he would find a way.

Will agreed very readily, and just asked, "Victor, this matter is not difficult, but it requires money. It must be cash whose source cannot be traced for $50.

El Paso's airport is small, and there aren't many people to buy.$50 will get them to provide a helicopter and close their eyes to the shit that follows. "

It is best to spend money to solve it.What Uncle Zhou has the most in his hands now is money, which is cash.

El Paso and Juarez are separated by the Rio Grande border, and it takes less than half an hour to fly there.

In fact, only 10 minutes after the agreement was reached, Will drove a 'Bell-412' and appeared above Zhou Qingfeng's head.

Zhou Qingfeng had already joined Yilan, Fadini and others in the outskirts of the city.Considering that "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall", Harden's appearance is really not a good sign. He thinks it is better for him to leave Juarez first.

The 'Bell-412' is a medium-sized aircraft that can carry up to 14 people.

In the first sortie, there were two doctors and nurses who came to earn extra money to evacuate the injured skinny man, Rogge's body, and Fatini and Sandra's family who had no combat effectiveness.

Fatty's body was too heavy for others to move, so Uncle Zhou had to carry it.But he stretched out his hand to pull it, and the corpse groaned feebly, and spoke... "Victor, take it easy. My whole body hurts!"

Zhou Qingfeng was so bold that he was scared out of his wits, "Fatty, what are you doing with my cheating corpse?"

The 'corpse' hummed twice, and passed out from the pain again.

The medical staff who arrived came in handy to give first aid.Hemostasis, oxygen inhalation, ECG monitoring, intravenous infusion, the whole process is on.Carefully setting up a stretcher, two or three people lifted the fat man onto the helicopter.

In the end, those cash boxes were too heavy, so Zhou Qingfeng and Yilan's trio stayed behind, waiting for the second sortie.

Time slowly arrived in the early hours of the morning, and the city of Juarez was still in chaos.The occasional activation of a radio jammer is enough to add to the chaos.

Zhou Qingfeng had been busy all day, and after going to the bathroom at Sandra's house, Yilan was waiting for him in the yard.

The latter was wrapped in a veil, standing pretty in the darkness, and whispered: "The shells and fuel have been replenished, and we have also rested, and we can fight again at any time."

Uncle Zhou laughed, shrugged and said, "There is no more fighting."

Yilan said nothing, just waiting for orders.

"There is no fighting. I came here on a whim to attack an American stronghold, but now it seems that this may be a trap.

Juarez is in a mess right now, I'll take you to El Paso on the US side first, and then I'll get you some fake documents and some money along the way.You can go home happily. "

Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to speak in a cheerful tone, but Yilan still stared straight into her eyes, and whispered sadly: "We have no home anymore."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. You have helped me a lot this time, as long as you want to stay with me for a while." Zhou Qingfeng still comforted: "When you settle down, you will always have a home."

But this comfort did not make Yilan happy, and she was still depressed.She even asked what to do with the 'Panhard' that was so hard to ship?

Zhou Qingfeng laughed and shook his head, indicating that the mission of the 'little jeep' was completed and it could be discarded.On the contrary, Yilan was even more sad, as if she had some kind of reluctance for this broken chariot.

Several people sat in the yard, not talking much, waiting for the second sortie of 'Bell-412'.

After waiting for half an hour before Will came, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly raised his hand to stop Yilan and the others from whispering privately, and jumped onto the courtyard wall with a rifle in his hand. After a while, he turned his head and whispered:

"Someone is approaching outside, it should be looking for us."

Chapter 091 It's time to come

Radio interference is a technical task, not the imaginary emission of high-power white noise in the full frequency band - only the sun with 'spots' fully erupting can do this.

For human beings, detonating a nuclear bomb with a yield of tens of millions of kilotons can interfere with global communications for an hour or two, but that's all.

The radio jammer that Zhou Qingfeng used was sent by the instructor, and he countered it by searching for radio sources, thinking he should use it.

But this thing has its biggest weakness.Once countered, the jammer itself is the source.As long as the opponent's detection ability is not too bad, it is easy to locate it.

Zhou Qingfeng turned on the jammer for a while, then turned it off, and then ran away quickly to avoid being tracked.But after using it too many times, the opponent still determined the approximate location, and sent a large number of people to search like a net.

Although there is no road surveillance in Juárez, the drones have been interfered with many times, causing a lot of losses.But a powerful organization is able to afford consumption. If one plane is dropped and then two planes take off, the more they are suppressed, the more they must forcibly deploy and control them.

Zhou Qingfeng drove away the military police's 'Hummer' and the drug lord's pickup truck, and exposed Sandra's vehicle on Route 45.In addition, 'Panhard' started to move quite a bit.

If you really want to study carefully, there are many clues to follow.

"The enemy is 50 meters away and should be looking for our car."

Zhou Qingfeng hid in Sandra's home in the suburbs.This is a dilapidated slum.Low buildings abound, Tibetans are easy, but Tibetan 'Panhard' is difficult.

Checking the time, Will will return in about 15 minutes.The landing point was an open field near Sandra's house.Even if everything goes well by then, it will take at least 10 minutes to move the drug lord's funds.

A target as large as a helicopter, unless the enemy is blind and deaf, will definitely be found.

"You guys stay still, I'll go out and lure those guys away. Also, don't mess with the radio unless you have to. The Americans have very strong detection technology."

After Zhou Qingfeng gave his orders, he put on an anti-infrared cloak, took a weapon bag and left the yard of Sandra's house, stealthily moving among the dilapidated houses in the slums.