Actually, many of these people should be called "temporary workers" for drug dealers.
Like: making up numbers!
But no matter who you were, pick up a weapon and you were a drug dealer, an enemy, deserving elimination. Bullets wouldn't fly to you and check your ID.
A pickup truck crashed through blocking drug dealers with a stylish drift.
A DShK anti-aircraft machine gun was mounted in the truck bed. A drug dealer stood there wearing headphones and sunglasses, strafing the shopping center rooftop!
Bang bang bang...
Bullets hit the outer wall, splashing cement that hurt your face.
This thing was used to shoot down aircraft!
The bullets were that thick (pull down your pants and measure yourself).
Shell casings fell from the side, bouncing on the vehicle and falling to the ground still smoking.
On the battlefield with machine guns, you didn't even need to aim - just sweep.
Getting shot was just bad luck.
Bang...
Suddenly, the drug dealer operating the anti-aircraft machine gun's head jerked backward. The whole person was thrown from the pickup, half his face torn open as if ripped apart.
"Request support! Request support!" The commander on the rooftop watched more and more drug dealers gathering below, pressing his radio and shouting loudly.
EDTV had only trained for three months after all. At most they were farmers with elite weapons. Combat literacy - could you develop that without experiencing several battles?
In 1993, U.S. forces stumbled in Somalia, Black Hawk Down, 19 died, but they killed nearly 3,000!
This casualty ratio was simply heaven-defying.
You should know that Somalis also had RPGs and such.
What did this show?
Combat literacy was really important. You could say Americans were bad, but you couldn't say they sucked!
Similarly, under drug dealers' "human wave tactics," EDTV was under tremendous pressure and could only call for support.
"Understood!" The radio brought a reassuring response.
Then four AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles charged out from a side garage. These were all modified - mounted with reactive armor, 100mm thick, effectively defending against bullets and ordinary shells.
Most importantly, the main weapon changed from one 7.5mm machine gun to M61A1!
This thing was also known as the "Vulcan cannon"!
Mounting an aircraft cannon on an armored vehicle - damn, really devious.
Though it seemed the Soviets had even mounted naval guns on tanks.
Weapons were just men's large building blocks. As long as you dared imagine, you could put anything on.
Four AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles opened fire with Vulcan cannons, like demon gods descending from heaven, killing into the drug dealer crowd.
"Ram him! Ram him!" The fire control operator inside the vehicle shook the driver's shoulder hard. The latter hit the gas, flipping over a pickup truck. Drug dealers inside panicked trying to escape.
But were immediately caught in the tracks.
The Vulcan cannon's rate of fire was extremely fast, power also impressive.
Over a dozen drug dealers who couldn't dodge in time were directly shot through.
"Ahhh!"
Clutching wounds and screaming loudly, but the next second, his head was crushed by the tracks!
How nice, didn't even give him pain.
The suddenly appearing AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles slaughtered the drug dealers completely.
"Blow it up! Use planes to blow them up!" Juárez leader Amado, remotely commanding from a distance, saw this scene through binoculars and became furious. While speaking, long hair even entered his mouth, making him constantly stick out his tongue, very angry.
Mexican drug dealers had planes.
But generally small aircraft. From 2006 to 2015, the Mexican government intercepted 599 aircraft. These belonged to Guzmán, who specifically opened an airline to traffic drugs.
But the title "King of the Skies" now belonged to Amado!
He currently had nearly 70 various aircraft. With slight modifications, they could shoot down the Mexican Air Force.
Juárez, facing increasingly unfavorable situations, spent $700 million converting 20 trainer aircraft into attack-capable "air force"!
The weapon systems were all done by people from America.
As long as you paid, there were people to help you.
"Boss, there are many tall buildings nearby. Our planes... can't fly at low altitude. Don't have that skill." A subordinate said with a mournful face.
Except for those doing aerobatics, who would fly planes all over urban areas?
Aren't you afraid of crashing?
Amado had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. He pulled out his gun and shot at his subordinate, killing him with one shot, then firing two more at the corpse.
"I know! Don't need you to remind me."
Other drug dealers in the room all trembled. Amado was famously hot-tempered. See? Don't talk nonsense.
Talk too much and you'll slip up!
Amado watched the drug dealers routed again, angrily throwing the binoculars on the ground, cursing!
Drug dealers in other locations also complained bitterly.
Finally penetrating EDTV's chain defense, before they could celebrate, they were eliminated by EDM inside!
Victor had firepower and caliber, with numbers approaching a thousand. This kind of street fighting was more brutal. Drug dealers scattered too quickly.
Far away in Jalisco, El Mencho.
Chewing betel nut.
Eyes staring deadly at the live broadcast scene on TV. If not for the gunfire and screams being too direct, others would think this was a movie.
"We need to change our thinking in the future." El Mencho suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention in the room.
"From now on we need to recruit retired military personnel. Ordinary drug dealers simply can't enhance our combat power."
"Big brother, this way our costs will get higher and higher." His own brother frowned.
"High costs are better than being eliminated later."
El Mencho pointed at the drug dealers fleeing in panic on TV. "Do you think this kind of combat effectiveness can do anything? At most they can only bully civilians. What we need to do is resist Victor!"
Everyone looked at the TV, all knowledgeable people.
The gap in weapons could be slowly filled, but the gap in personnel quality was really large.
"I plan to go to Guatemala and Honduras to bring over a batch of military personnel. We need to build Jalisco New Generation into a military organization. Gentlemen, our business isn't just business, it's a war."
El Mencho's eyes narrowed, his face trembling. "A life-or-death war!"
...
"Victor!!"
At Heroes Square, the weak Zambada suddenly raised his head. Those eyes seemed able to see through glass to where Victor was.
His voice was very loud!
Or rather, also amplified.
"You killed me, can you kill all Mexican drug dealers! Can you kill all Latin American drug dealers! Can you kill all the world's drug dealers!"
"You can't!"
"You're just a police officer. You can't change anything. You're just a stinking cop. Those big shots whose wealth you cut off will all want your life!"
Zambada was hysterical!
"Fire!" Casare ordered.
The 120mm M1981 self-propelled howitzer fired at him with a boom.
"I am immortal! Desire won't die! Greed won't die."
Boom!
This shot directly created a mushroom cloud. The ground shook three times.
People in front of TVs leaned their eyes closer. The smoke cleared - not even a bird feather remained. Directly blown to nothing.
Many people swallowed.
This execution of drug dealers by cannon...
Some felt it went too far.
Victor heard Zambada's death roar, squinted his eyes, and smiled. "The barking of wild dogs!"
Immortal?
Directly blow you to nothing with one cannon!
See if you're still immortal.
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