Gun barrels protruded from the crater, and the people who were on guard against the enemy rushing up were completely stunned by the explosion.
How come CJNJ just bombed the Jaguar, and now it's Sad's turn to get bombed? The other side has no sportsmanship!
"Shotguns, use shotguns to take out their drones."
"Damn it, I shouldn't have packed up those drones left in the cave."
"Does anyone have a poisoned thorn? We need a poisoned thorn."
"I was bitten on the arm by a piece of shrapnel, which pierced my brachial artery. Someone please help me!"
…………
The people in the sentry post who had come to their senses instantly descended into chaos.
"Woo"
After dropping its bombs, the Inspire-2 retreated, but another Inspire-2 came to take its place, carrying bombs. The sound of the electric motors driving the quadcopter blades cutting through the air was unusually noisy in the quiet night.
But just as it was about to drop its bomb at low altitude:
"ah"
"Bang bang bang"
In the middle of the sentry post, an armed man with a Benelli M4 gun stood up and fired all seven No. 12 buckshot rounds from the magazine at the drone in the low-light night vision device.
When it comes to shooting down consumer-grade drones, bird bullets, which are designed for shooting birds and UFOs, are definitely more suitable. But there aren't any available. For similar operations, only slugs and buckshot rounds are used. Who knew that so many drones would suddenly appear?
Fortunately, their semi-automatic shotgun was mounted on a Christmas tree, with a laser sight mounted on a Picatinny rail, firing a green laser beam visible only to night vision devices.
This allowed the guy to aim at the target without having to align his three points. After estimating the straight-line distance between himself and the drone and calculating the approximate dispersion of buckshot at that distance, he decisively fired.
The first, second, and third shots all missed, but the fourth shot, with its several steel balls, successfully hit the target.
"Boom boom"
After losing control, the Inspire-2 crashed to the ground and broke apart, and the two grenades that had broken free of their restraints exploded one after the other.
“You did it, Edward, you did it.”
The people who witnessed this scene said in disbelief.
The veterans who can join Sad must have some skills, but there's more than just one drone roaming the skies.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
After locking onto the target, Xia Yu on the fennec fox fired the last three training missiles in the rocket pod.
"Puff puff puff"
Edward, who was about to dodge when he heard the whistling sound, was hit squarely. One bullet landed outside the pit, and of the two that landed inside, one only grazed half of his body. In an instant, he didn't know how many bones were broken, and his internal organs were all ruptured.
He was lucky; he died from blunt force trauma, which was much better than the person next to him who died from a penetrating wound.
The only survivor among the three in the sentry crater was hit in the face by flying sand and gravel. When he looked up and saw his companion with his chest wide open, he was dumbfounded.
He thought he had seen life and death countless times in Ah Fuhan, but little did he know that after retiring and joining Sad, the intensity would be upgraded to the maximum level.
Perhaps going back to my hometown to become a police officer is the right choice; being a federal employee is not something just anyone can do.
"Woo"
The Inspire-2 helicopter that had been there before, armed with two grenades whose safety pins had been pulled, came back.
"Boom boom"
Two more explosions followed, and even though there were two part-time shotgunners among the remaining people, no one dared to stand up anymore.
Being hit by a grenade might give you a chance to survive, but if you dare to resist, you'll be immediately targeted by that attack helicopter in the sky.
A weasel's gaze is truly deadly; if you have enough ammunition, it's practically a death sentence for anyone it stares at.
However, the time left for concentrated fire defense is running out; they need to take down the enemy as soon as possible before the CIA can react.
"Boom boom"
After placing a grenade in every manned sentry post, two rocket launcher gunners from Group 3 and Group 4 carried the "three-eyed guns" captured from the cjnj outpost and stepped forward.
Xia Yu had seen this AGI3x40 triple rocket launcher, made in Romagna, in the hands of those arms dealers in Niger; who would have thought that Moxi's drug cartel would also be using it.
Xia Yu asked Lao Ke and the others to take them along, just in case. After all, burning rockets, thermobaric bombs, and flamethrowers are the most effective weapons for dealing with targets in enclosed or semi-enclosed spaces.
Without much hesitation, he chose the incendiary rocket, a weapon that many local drug cartels have a history of using.
Once the enemy entered the cave, they were called out to inside. If they entered the sentry post, the effect would be even better.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom boom"
Under the suppressive fire of several machine gunners, the two rocket launcher gunners lying on the ground opened fire one after another.
A flash of light, brighter than that of a conventional armor-piercing round, appeared, followed by a deafening explosion.
At this point, the people inside are truly beyond dead.
"Buzz"
The village protection team members who were waiting further away drove over this time. The data team on the hillside was still doing the final cleanup work. They had already started loading the harvest onto the truck, preparing to leave after they finished harvesting.
After firing two sets of six incendiary rockets, they reloaded and fired another round. Meanwhile, everything that needed to be loaded onto the truck was loaded.
"Everyone, evacuate as planned!"
With little fuel left, Xia Yu maneuvered the AS550 to land on a heavy truck trailer, shut off the engine, folded the rotor blades and covered them with an infrared camouflage cloth, and then spoke to everyone over the radio.
"Yes, boss!"
Before the CIA reinforcements arrived, the convoy withdrew first, but after all, it was a top-notch intelligence agency.
Shortly after the personnel set off, the head of the Latin American branch successfully activated the satellite and saw the final battle scene, as well as the scene of the convoy's evacuation.
Xia Yu had anticipated this move, and the convoy was split into smaller groups, each heading to different states and cities according to the pre-arranged plan.
Even satellites in the sky couldn't keep track of it, not to mention that all the vehicles in Xia Yu and DEA's plan would be disposed of, making it impossible for the other party to investigate later.
As long as no evidence is left behind, even if the CIA has suspicions, they can't file a lawsuit or bring charges, since they're the ones doing the dirty work!
As for underhanded tactics, Jihuo Defense is even less afraid of them. With branches all over the world, they are no longer the small company they used to be.
With DEA on their side, Xia Yu can afford to offend them.
As he predicted, the Mexican military was completely unaware of the fierce fighting that had broken out in Coahuila state the previous day.
Almost all the personnel that the Latin branch could mobilize, whether they were action teams, intelligence specialists, or logistics staff, came to the scene.
They were not only exploring the scene and searching for clues, but also collecting the scattered remains and cleaning up the battlefield.
Even the death of a soldier could be concealed and reported as a missing person; federal employees working in intelligence would have even more reasons. In short, the truth could only be kept within the Latin branch and the domestic headquarters; no other branches could disclose it.
"Based on satellite imagery, their operation was very professional." "Of course I know they're professional, but with so many drug cartels under Brother Moxi's name, which one isn't?"
The head of the Latin American branch retorted angrily.
"The key is intelligence. Our plan is completely transparent to them. It's as if they know our every move. They waited until we finished dealing with the jaguar, packed up the valuables in the shelter, and did everything before they made their move. Could it be that it wasn't like in the movies, where it was all done by our own people?"
Yes, money has always been a powerful motivator, and Hermencho had at least nine figures in his pocket, if not ten.
Be bold and take it all yourself; it's better than having so many people share it.
It is often said that art originates from life but transcends it, but film and television works still need to adhere to some logic, while reality does not.
So it's no wonder he suspected his own people; the black money of drug cartels is incredibly tempting.
Of course, besides the possibility of an inside job, there are other possibilities.
However, the other side even recovered the consumer drone that was shot down, leaving no useful clues behind.
No one who isn't involved in intelligence work would have such meticulousness.
That's too simplistic a view. Detectives can be very meticulous too!
"Chief, all the DNA samples retrieved from the scene have been compared. All the personnel involved in last night's operation are present, except for a few people on the helicopter. There are no large groups of people."
Unfortunately, several Black Hawk helicopters were hit and disintegrated in mid-air after the explosion.
In addition, since it's not their own territory, they don't have enough manpower to conduct a comprehensive search.
As time went on, the small animals destroyed the scene in the wild, and the CIA could only investigate to this extent.
"That means there might be a mole among them."
"That possibility cannot be ruled out, but their ranks are not high enough to warrant comprehensive intelligence!"
Those in the transportation business don't really need to know too much, but the deputy director still put these people on the suspect list and will soon conduct the next step of the investigation.
However, after several internal meetings, in addition to the possibility of an insider, some people also raised the possibility of involvement from other intelligence agencies, such as DEA.
We shouldn't make baseless accusations without evidence, but it can be considered a direction for investigation!
While the CIA Latin America branch and headquarters were in a flurry of activity, Xia Yu handed Elmenjohn over to Eric.
"Look who this is, our Mr. 10 million dollars, the most disciplined drug lord in legend. You should have joined the army when you were young, and you would be a general by now."
The old man's mouth was as sweet as honey as he pressed his face against Elmenjo, whom he had been trying to catch for five years.
This time, he's finally in my hands, but it's a pity I can't make this news public.
"You're a DEA employee, damn it. I knew you Americans only know how to fight amongst yourselves."
Old Ai cursed angrily.
He could regain his freedom no matter who he fell into, but Dea would never let him go.
"Don't give me that nonsense. Our job is only to crack down on drugs, understand?"
Eric did not follow the other party's line of thinking.
He's right. The DEA is only responsible for drug enforcement. As for other things, they can at most generate some revenue along the way during drug enforcement to subsidize the agents who have sacrificed their lives.
Even those in power can't say anything in this way; they can't just let people bleed and weep at the same time.
"They're just after my money. Don't worry, I'll cooperate. As long as you agree to help me cause more trouble for the CIA later."
Elmenjoy was just venting; he knew what the DEA's job was, so he didn't hate him.
However, the CIA truly hated them to the core.
The other party betrayed him, or in their eyes he was just a hen that could lay eggs, or he could be killed and eaten.
Old Ai had always known this, but it was only when it actually happened to him that he was most vulnerable.
He was willing to give up his entire fortune in order to get revenge on his opponent.
In return, I'd get some preferential treatment. Of course, it would be best if I could stay alive, but if I didn't cooperate, I'd suffer before I died. What's the point?
Xia Yu deduced Elmenjohn's thought process, which was best for both him and Eric.
"Also, I'm worried that there might be a mole in your DEA. If possible, I would be very grateful if you could put me in this gentleman's care."
As Lao Ai spoke, he looked towards Xia Yu.
The strong are respected and more trustworthy.
If the DEA were to place him in any prison, he was genuinely afraid that the CIA would dig him out.
So even if it meant going to jail, Elmenjohn wanted to find a place where he had no connection with Americans.
This Asian man doesn't have the typical American Asian look, and he was even snatched away from Sad, so he was arguably the best choice for him.
Xia Yu didn't say anything, but thought to himself, "You've got a good eye for things."
However, given his education, Elmenjohn's annual shipments were enough to warrant execution tens of thousands of times over, but since he wasn't selling to Asia, he didn't need to be so absolute.
The crackdown on CJNJ is also largely a business deal, after all, it crossed the Atlantic and traveled such a long distance.
The duty of the concentrated fire defense to combat drug trafficking is limited to Afica; anything beyond that can only be a business transaction.
"As long as you cooperate, we can discuss many things, but if you don't cooperate, we can't guarantee anything."
Eric was a little embarrassed, but for the sake of money... he was willing to talk.
"If that's what you say, sir, I'm willing to trust you this once."
"Elmenjo said with a smile."
He quickly gave the location of his other shelter and several safe houses.
"Besides the one in the cave, all my remaining cash is in these places, in five secret bank accounts that have been cleaned up. I need to make sure they are safe before I tell you."
They cooperated very well up to the beginning, but at the last minute, Old Ai still held back a trick.
He was a seasoned veteran, and he understood the principle of not letting himself be taken advantage of right away.
First, confirm safety and benefits. Even if the other party receives the final payment, they are unlikely to abandon you after using you.
"Can!"
Eric thought about it and agreed to Elmenjohn's request.
The real money is in the dirty money; the other party showed their sincerity, and by taking advantage of the last bit, they really just wanted to survive.
Even someone as stubborn as Guzman is doing just fine in prison, isn't he?
Having concluded this interrogation that had ultimately failed to utilize any effective methods, Eric ordered his men to take Old Eric away.
“Sherlock, I took the liberty of making the decision for you earlier, but what that guy said wasn’t wrong. The CIA is ubiquitous in many places, but Afica is an exception. Their Philippines branch exiles losers. Just find a mine and dump him there. The DEA is willing to pay him 10 million with this share of the profits.”
Old Ai and Xia Yu discussed it.
Their DEA bounty is real and valid. If it can't be claimed publicly, then let it be used as payment for Elmenjohn's imprisonment!
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