Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 93 Please call me Victor...General? !

Wayebach Dioufra, nicknamed: Desert Ant, is sitting on the SA34 "Baby Gazelle". He belongs to a South African mercenary company called: EO! (South African Strategic Resources!)

They don't care who the customer is, as long as you pay, all you have to consider is how you sit where you want to sit.

He has participated in many coups and has rich combat experience.

"I hate the sea!" Vayerbach looked down at the rolling waves below and muttered. Just hearing his name, you knew that he was suitable for desert warfare.

"According to the plan, Popeye, you rush in from the northwest corner of the island, set up a fire network on the spot, don't go deep!" He held down the headset and ordered.

"clear!"

I saw a Bell 214 flying towards the selected location.

It was a piece of Gobi Desert. The mercenary nicknamed Popeye grabbed the armrest. The skilled man boldly leaned out, squinted his eyes and looked around, and waved a gesture towards the pilot, telling him to land below.

"Get everything ready!"

The sound of bullets being loaded suddenly sounded everywhere in the cabin.

"God bless!"

"With this profit, I can buy a piano for my daughter."

"Amen!"

The mercenaries were very calm. They were used to life and death and war, and the calmer they became.

For them, this is just an ordinary landing on the island. I heard that the target is still a policeman. They also fought warlords in Africa. Do the police have as much firepower as the warlords?

Bell 212 found the right place to land. As soon as Popeye got off the plane, he felt something was wrong. It seemed... a little too quiet!

The sound of the rushing water made him feel uneasy.

Watching the 17 members of the team begin to deploy firepower in the Gobi Desert, they were about to hold down the earphones to report when suddenly, they saw a red line appear in the sky.

Flare!

The word popped into Popeye's mind instantly.

Then a large number of illumination bombs blasted into the sky, lighting up the sky for an instant.

The mercenaries in the Gobi Desert were a little confused.

"Charge! Rush in!" Popeye reacted quickly. It was impossible to evacuate at this time, so he had to rush in first.

“Póngalo! (Put it out!)”

Type 30 122mm howitzers behind the Gobi Desert. As the order was issued, the neatly arranged howitzers were fired instantly.

Artillery fire directly covered the Gobi Desert.

boom! boom! boom!

The valuable Bell 212 was directly blown to pieces.

Wayebach stared in the sky in the distance. When he saw the flares, he realized something was wrong. Looking at the flames rising in the distance, he knew that a mercenary team was useless.

"Fly over there and blow them up, damn! Where did the police get the artillery?"

The pilot is driving a helicopter carrying two missiles. As long as he finds an artillery position and fires one at them, everything will be fine!

"Be careful of ground air defense!" the technician on the SA34 "Antelope" suddenly shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a series of bullets shooting up from below.

The pilot, who worked well with the technicians, suddenly pulled the control lever, but someone in the cabin lost his balance and stumbled straight out of the open door. The screams ended abruptly with a dull thud.

"TMD, kill it! Kill it!" Vayerbach shouted with red eyes, pointing at the twin anti-aircraft machine guns below.

The pilot looked solemn and pressed the launch button.

The 20mm cannon fired at the anti-aircraft guns hidden below, and the bullets hit the ground and splashed dust.

The twin machine guns suddenly misfired, and there was no time to be happy.

I saw two figures appearing on a small high ground not far away, carrying "Blowpipe" portable anti-surface-to-air missiles on their shoulders. This stuff was too familiar to Wayebach.

He himself served in the UK.

MD!

Is this the police?

"Evasion! Avoidance!" Vayerbach's voice became shrill.

Phew~

Blowpipe launches!

No matter what you do, if you fly the helicopter so low, aren't you just looking for death?

The pilot gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and Wajbach stared with horror in his eyes, but it didn't help.

I could only watch as the blowpipe hit the plane.

It disintegrated directly in mid-air.

Desert ants have to go to the desert. Aren't you just looking for death in mid-air?

This also illustrates the truth. No matter how awesome you are on land, your life in the sky belongs to others.

A dug semi-underground command room.

Victor held a telescope and looked at the fireball in the air in the distance. After falling into the sea, he happily patted his thigh and said, "That's right. I'll record the merit and promote them after the battle."

He originally wanted to be equipped with the FIM-92, which is the Stinger.

But the Yankees' products are more high-tech, and the charging system and operating procedures are more complicated, so they replaced them with blowpipe anti-aircraft missiles.

Casare looked at Victor like this.

He didn't even know whether to call him director or general.

Just be loyal anyway.

"Director, the drug traffickers' landing force has been discovered elsewhere. Do you want to open fire?"

"Fire!"

…

More than 20 assault boats are preparing to board from the pier.

We were about to go ashore.

The AK6 naval guns placed on both sides of the pier opened fire.

Have you seen the firepower network laid out?

Just sweep.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A young drug dealer huddled on the assault boat. He didn't know where the gun in his hand was thrown. His face was covered with blood and he screamed in horror. He was urinating. The smell came from the crotch.

He was so scared that he peed!

Boss, you lied to me!

You said you came to fight the police, are you a warlord? !

He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to find his mother. When he stood up, he wanted to jump into the water. As soon as he stood up, he jumped~

The upper body was completely gone.

It turned into rain.

The lower body fell into the water, and the marine life that had been waiting below swarmed up. In an instant, the 300 meters in front of the pier became a restricted area.

Use naval guns to hit assault boats.

Who can do this?

Of course there is also good luck.

The EO Company's mercenaries relied on luck to get ashore. They quickly lay down and planned to crawl low, and used the blind spot of the naval gun's firepower to climb up.

Um?

Suddenly something appeared in front of him, and there was a sentence written on it in English. The mercenary squinted and saw that it said: This is facing the enemy! (This is facing the enemy!).

bouncing!

The explosion immediately swept everyone up into the air.

Thoughts before dying: "NMB, put a broadsword on the shore!!!"

Victim mode is on.

Victor has arranged 40 broadswords here at the dock. Either these things will explode if you step on them, or they will explode if you touch this area.

After this explosion, a series of explosions occurred. The mercenary next to the explosion was also bloody and bloody. He fell to the ground and howled with his broken leg covered.

As for what to do if there are residual landmines in the future?

Let the drug dealers go away!

Spread your hands and roll them around.

…

The explosions frightened the residents of Guadalupe Island.

Many people were hiding in bed and shivering.

In war, civilians have no other option but to pray for cannonballs to have eyes.

Of course, there are also people who are bold enough to lie down in the window and watch.

"The helicopter was shot down!" Good brother Camposte shook Santos' arm with excitement.

Explosion is a man's romance.

Santos also nodded excitedly, "I said Mr. Victor can protect the island, and I must join his team when I grow up."

Canpost hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll sign up for the police academy too."

"Will your parents agree?"

"If they don't agree, I'll scare them with Mr. Victor!"

Santos looked at him with strange eyes, he was indeed a filial son.

"Then I will drive a tank from now on, and you will be my deputy."

Campost nodded, but said blankly, "Does Mr. Victor have a tank? Isn't he a policeman?"

"Who stipulates that the police cannot have tanks? It's not like you haven't seen those rocket launchers. The Mexican government has them and Mr. Victor has them. If they don't, Mr. Victor also has them."

"It's amazing. If you ask me, Mr. Victor is like the emperor on TV." Campost opened his mouth.

Santos interrupted him, "No! Sir, he advocates bright justice. The emperor's feudal remnants are simply a slander."

Seeing his brother so excited, Campost curled his lips and said, "I was just joking."

What era has it been? There is no emperor anywhere.

Oh, there’s also Africa!

Doesn’t it work in Mexico?

Stephanie looked at the artillery fire in the distance with her little eyes, and listened to the roaring sound in her ears, feeling only the noise and panic.

She tilted her head and looked at Dexter at the door and asked, "Dad, why do boys like this sound?"

Dexter touched her head and looked at the two half-year-old boys with complicated eyes, "Because people who don't know fear advocate war, but real men are against war."

"What about Mr. Victor? Is he a man?"

Dexter took a deep breath, "He's stopping the war!"

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PS: Two pictures in the afternoon~make up 10,000 words!