Working as a police officer in Mexico

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. It was very crude, even cruder than the Yasukuni Shrine. 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 have been 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 achievements, living is the most important thing, man, our group has survived the longest." Marcelinho turned to look at them, said this meaningfully, and then pulled off his tie, "Live to live." 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 check what kind of weapon this is?" Siyanzi 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.

Hearing this, Si Yanzi couldn't help but feel unwilling to give in. Without the help of his colleagues, he would go to the steel factory alone. If he was caught, he would really be shot!

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

Everyone next to them looked at Victor, who had a look of satisfaction on his face. Two rounds of nearly 200 rounds of thermobaric bombs exploded the steel plant. Probably, maybe, maybe, there would be no room for survival, right?

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

Do you know the price of such a thermobaric bomb?

400,000 points each!

I just paid 80 million for it!

NMD!

Even if he doesn't spend any money, the points are still very distressing. Even converted, he can exchange 80 million for a frigate!

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

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

Victor was startled when Zolf Sherman said this, and then his face wrinkled.

It's refreshing, but damn, it's time for the sage now!

He checked the time and took a deep breath, "Eat, the ground is so hot, and my police officers are not supermen."

"We'll wait until the ground temperature drops."

Victor threw the telescope to Kennedy and said, "Bring some beef from the rear for the cooking team to have an extra meal!"

Only when you are full can you have strength.

At this time, inside the steel plant.

Purgatory on earth! !

The high temperature generated after the thermobaric bomb exploded would not disappear. Instead, it burned all the surrounding buildings and covered it with fire dust. It looked like my scalp was numb, and those who didn't know it thought it was a volcanic eruption!

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

boom…

The wall collapsed, sending up a burst of dust.

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

The ribs on the chest were dented inward, and the death scene was extremely tragic!

But he is also lucky...

At least he still has a body, and many drug dealers have long since vaporized!

In other words, Victor "Mercy" used ordinary thermobaric bombs. If it were replaced by a GBU-43 large air-explosion bomb, then... Mexico would be sanctioned tomorrow.

The steel plant was eerily quiet.

Only the thick smoke rising from the ground and the crackling sounds at any time made people feel a little angry.

At night, around eight or nine o'clock.

It took a full 15 hours before the ground troops of the anti-drug force entered the steel plant from all directions, but as soon as they entered, they were still almost fainted by the heat in the air.

"Be careful, don't get burned!" Zolf Sherman, who was leading the team, said with a frown.

"Captain, can this steel plant still be used in the future?" asked a police sergeant nearby.

"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 well, young man, you look square, you turn out to be a vicious person, "Don't talk nonsense, the United States does not need drug control."

"Who knows? Then the drugs from Mexico shipped to the United States couldn't have been eaten by dogs, right?" the police sergeant muttered.

"Captain! Captain, there is an air raid shelter here." A police officer shouted standing outside a ruined building.

Zolf Sherman hurriedly ran over and saw several team members pulling hard on an iron plate embedded in the ground. The shock wave directly buckled it deeper. He couldn't pull it with his hands, and he couldn't pull it up. tool.

Two people used steel bars to break each other, and then opened the iron plate.

It was pitch black inside.

"Hey! Is there anyone who's not dead?" A police officer next to him knelt on the ground and shouted in Spanish and also in English.

"Say yes if you have any questions."

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

"illumination!"

Several police officers took out their tactical light sticks, turned them on, and threw them down. The underground air raid shelter was suddenly illuminated with a bit of light. As they climbed down the escalator, there were more than a dozen people lying miscellaneously inside.

They're all fucking dead.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that internal compression caused serious damage.

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

"Huh?"

A sergeant took a fluorescent stick and looked carefully at the corpse lying in the middle, frowned, and had a flash of inspiration, "Alfredo! Head, this is Alfredo Beltran. Leyva, Guzmán’s cousin, head of money laundering for the Sinaloa Cartel!”

He shouted excitedly outside!

Zolf Sherman was also happy, he had caught a big fish!

…

"Killed Alfredo?"

Victor was also stunned when he heard the news.

"Yes! The fourth of the four brothers Beltran Leyva and the other leaders of the Sinaloa Group total 16 people. Many of them are on the wanted notices of the United States and Mexico. Boss, we are going to be famous again. !”

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

"Tomorrow, I want to enter the city!"

Victor said decisively, narrowing his eyes.

Sorry, Guzman, you lost another cousin!

That is to say, it is not convenient to broadcast the video of the thermobaric bomb on TV. Otherwise, it should be played in a loop to let the whole of Mexico see who you are facing.

The biggest effect of thermobaric bombs is actually to intimidate me. Do you think I can't do anything if I hide?

I just flattened you and the building.

Modern war is becoming more and more cruel.

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