Several hours later, the scanning eagle, having completed its reconnaissance mission for the day, turned to head home, with the black jack following closely behind.
This tactic of concentrated firepower was used by the defense in Libya, following up to the base and destroying the TB-2s in batches, relying on the performance gap of the drones.
If we had to point out any shortcomings of military reconnaissance drones, it would probably be that the electro-optical ball can only conduct reconnaissance downwards; it cannot and will not "look up at the sky."
To detect aerial targets, you need aircraft like the MQ-4C and RQ-170 equipped with active phased array radars, while the ScanEagle only integrates a two-pound nano-synthetic aperture radar.
The purpose of this thing is to focus images, just like a telescope. The ScanEagle was not designed for aerial imaging, and the next-generation Blackjack is the same, but it has achieved this through its own performance.
They followed closely behind, tracking the other side to a ground control station more than 50 kilometers away, where they found two large, old-fashioned motorhomes.
"The RV was a great disguise. I just didn't know it was CIA agents. I thought we were filming Breaking Bad!"
Seeing this scene on the screen, Xia Yu couldn't help but complain.
"As far as I know, there are very few people who go from cook to drug lord like Ye did more than ten years ago. TV series are just TV series after all. To succeed in this industry, the important thing is not production."
Upon hearing this, Eric perked up and immediately offered a sharp critique from a professional perspective.
“You’re right, that’s why Ye can only cooperate with Guzman, and the wealth he accumulates is less than one-tenth of that of the dwarf.”
For outsiders to grow and become powerful, they absolutely need the support of local forces without any special advantages. Even someone as strong as Xia Yu only obtained his contract through Anka's channels, not to mention this kind of business.
"But then again, the CIA is really cautious. This ground control station only houses a squad of armed personnel at most; their main force isn't here."
Old E frowned as he watched Blackjack fly around the area but found no other traces.
"Yes, their main job is intelligence work, and they handled the details quite well. They couldn't tell whether a suspicious strategist had infiltrated Jaguar's group of roughnecks, so they might as well keep the charade going."
Xia Yu echoed.
These days, as long as you have access to it, operating a military reconnaissance drone with an operational radius of 100 kilometers is not expensive. For example, a Sparrowhawk A can be acquired for a few hundred thousand US dollars, and a second-hand Scanhawk costs only around one million.
Even if you can't afford to buy one, there's the Sea Eagle-10, which is made from civilian parts. The cost of that thing could be exchanged for a portable anti-aircraft missile and you'd still make a profit.
If princes can use reconnaissance and strike drones as consumer-grade drones, small and medium-sized PMC companies can also afford the Haiying-10.
"Deploying more than 100 people in the wild is still very troublesome. Who knows where these people are hiding in some safe house in Coahuila State under the CIA! They probably won't be mobilized until the day the Jaguar makes its move."
Eric also analyzed the situation seriously.
Taking down Elmenjoy's hideout and him himself would mean Jaguar would eventually have to make contact with them, and this would be a good opportunity to strike.
"Then let's just keep waiting. No matter what, we'll be the last ones to make a move."
Xia Yu continued.
Blackjack quickly withdrew and didn't go out again until the next day.
After several days of aerial reconnaissance, Jaguar's team, dressed in camouflage, conducted close reconnaissance and identified at least five hidden secondary exits in addition to the main entrance to the cave refuge.
Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, this level of cave refuge definitely has other exits for Elmenjohn's rapid evacuation after being exposed.
Although his 15-year escape record doesn't match that of Uncle Dengzi, who hid for 15 years, Lao Ai still has some skills.
Believing he had powerful backers, he didn't choose to live a life of seclusion in the city, but instead hid in the wilderness, a setting that seemed more suitable for the military.
But does the Mexican Air Force still have a few flyable fighter jets, or bunker-buster bombs capable of penetrating mountains?
Therefore, once the shelter is attacked, Elmenjohn, who is the first to receive the news, can evacuate before the enemy can complete the encirclement and immediately go to his second shelter.
They could abandon the massive manhunt with thousands or tens of thousands of troops and send only a small elite force to infiltrate the shelter, thus maximizing the enemy's reaction time and causing Elmenjohn to make mistakes in his panic.
This action plan was not devised by Jaguar; it was simply a plan provided by the client, and Jaguar was responsible for its execution, with both parties working together to achieve the objective.
Well, the CIA's plan is certainly professional, but is it really the right thing to do?
Xia Yu is in charge of fire prevention and control to achieve the client's goals. He is responsible for the entire process, and only in this way can he maintain the initiative.
Compared to them, the Jaguar is like a knife, a mass-produced knife that can be used up and thrown away when it gets dirty, and the effect would be the same even if you switched to another company.
Not all PMC companies are like Firepower Defense, but most PMC companies are pretty much the same.
"First squad, move out!"
Five days after the Jaguar crew arrived, Hunter officially issued operational orders to his staff to take over the cave shelter.
The first team, having bypassed two layers of hidden sentries and approached within 500 meters of the main entrance, no longer concealed themselves. As an alarm sounded inside the cave indicating the detection of an unfamiliar radio signal, they rushed towards the main entrance not far away.
"Da da da"
"Bang bang"
The dense gunfire shattered the silence of the night, waking Elmenjohn from his dream.
It is concentrated fire defense
No, it couldn't be them; they can't find this place.
Old Ai immediately dismissed his guess, and then a more plausible but unbelievable idea popped into his head.
Could it be the CIA?
He received his due share of everything, so why did they attack him?
Since CJNJ is destined to be removed from the list by Moxi, why not cut our losses and let others benefit instead?
In their eyes, Elmenjohn was merely the custodian of the special budget; what he lost daily was his salary, and the rest of the money did not belong to him at all.
"Enemy attack! Return the attack immediately!"
Without thinking twice, Old Ai injected himself with insulin and picked up his walkie-talkie to contact everyone.
He had to evacuate the shelter where he had lived for several years, get to the nearest safe house for transit, and then go to his second shelter.
This requires his special forces command to fight to the death. After raising troops for so long and spending so much money, now it's time to see the results.
"Da da da"
"puff"
A sentry turned and swept down a member of Jaguar's first squad, but before he could aim at the next target, he was shot dead by the enemy sniper.
"Damn it, there's a sniper. Where's the mortar crew? Keep a close eye on the main entrance at the 10 o'clock position."
The junior commander on night duty quickly issued a warning.
He could only confirm the direction from which the bullets came, but the gunfire was too chaotic to estimate the approximate distance.
Human hearing is insufficient, but fortunately there are machines. The anti-sniper control system deployed in the mortar group confirmed the location of the shot.
"Bang"
A 60mm shell was loaded into the barrel of the M224 mortar and fired.
"boom"
The sniper and spotter who were running to the backup sniper position were both hit by the bomb.
A sniper's effective range is within the reach of even the smallest caliber mortar, but conversely, it would take down the mortar position.
"Bang"
A flash of light appeared on the opposite hilltop, resembling the muzzle flash of a mortar.
"Boom!"
A 4.2-kilogram L31 grenade landed precisely within a 10-meter radius of the M224, and the shrapnel took everyone on the position with it.
The Jaguar didn't have many artillery units; their main force this time was the 81mm M252 mortar, which was positioned just outside the range of the M224, giving them an advantage. The high command had constructed similar sentry positions, and the M224 was known for its small size and efficiency—it was virtually impossible to find anywhere, so a sniper team sacrificed their lives to expose the enemy's mortar positions.
"Quickly, fire on the remaining marked locations in sequence."
"Bang"
The Jaguar's artillery unit continued firing, but they didn't notice that a consumer drone carrying two badminton shuttlecock bombs flew out from a hidden opening and headed straight for their location.
"Oh no, it's a badminton shuttlecock bomb! Contact them immediately..."
Inside the RV, the pilot controlling the ScanEagle quickly gave a reminder.
However, the CIA's ground station supervisor didn't take it seriously. He slowly picked up the hand microphone on the mobile radio and only started calling after the drone had already flown to the mortar position.
"Boom boom boom"
Two consecutive explosions occurred at the M252 position, and more than a dozen 81mm grenades piled up next to the barrel were detonated by the modified 40mm rifle grenades, instantly killing the three-man Jaguar gun crew.
The more casualties the enemy suffers during their attack, the easier their subsequent actions become.
I just didn't expect CJNJ to be so good at using drones; their skill level is almost on par with those guys in the Middle East.
"That's a drone."
Hunter, who was personally leading the second squad in the charge, glanced at the explosion behind him and belatedly muttered something.
This thing was new to Moxi, so he wasn't on guard. Little did he know that it would immediately teach him a lesson, as their most important artillery support was destroyed.
"Jimmy, we need to take down these little flying things. Do you have any good ideas?"
"In Yilaoke, we always use poisonous stingers to deal with them. Boss, do you have any poisonous stingers?"
Jimmy, who has experience deploying in the Middle East, countered with a question.
What the hell? He never expected to see this thing again in Moxi's place.
"Stop talking nonsense with me, tell me something useful."
"Use machine guns, M249 or M240, just sweep them along the tracer trajectory. They'll have to lower their altitude when they drop their grenades, so if you can't shoot them down, use shotguns to finish them off."
Jimmy immediately offered a solution.
Shooting down consumer-grade drones with machine guns and shotguns would be a difficult task for ordinary soldiers, but those who join Jaguar are all elites, and they can do it.
"Put-put-put"
Several machine gunners immediately sprang into action, aiming their guns at the drone in the sky and pulling the triggers.
"Bang"
A drone that hadn't yet dropped its bomb was hit in the battery by a full-powered missile and exploded in mid-air.
This scene was also transmitted back to the cave, where Elmenjohn, who was already wearing a bulletproof vest and helmet, saw it and realized that the enemy coming from the other side were all elite troops.
"Jefe, you retreat first, I'll hold them off here."
Greg loaded the HK-417 in his hand as he spoke.
As a marksman, he did have some minor mental issues, but his eyes cleared the moment the gunshot rang out.
"Just hold them off for a few minutes. There's a tunnel under my desk in my study. If they manage to break through, you can retreat through there."
Elmenjo grabbed his shoulder and said.
He couldn't bear to lose such a loyal and capable fighter, so he directly told the other party about the second secret passage in the shelter, since it would be a waste if they didn't need it this time anyway.
"yes!"
After closing the secret passage door, Greg quickly ran towards the main entrance.
"boom"
A muffled explosion came from behind; Elmenjohn had blown up the secret passage.
"Knock knock knock"
An M2 Lao Gan Ma machine gun was roaring at the main entrance, and countless 12.7mm bullets flew out of the hole, thus blocking the entire entrance with just one heavy machine gun.
Not to mention they also have drones broadcasting real-time footage from outside, so they don't need to fly low to drop bombs, and machine guns won't be able to shoot down small consumer drones so easily.
"Oh no, everyone put on gas masks immediately."
Seeing that the two groups of enemies had joined up, and that they had eliminated all their sentries outside, and were about to approach the entrance from the side, Greg hurriedly gave the order to everyone.
The main entrance to the shelter was deliberately built to be long and narrow, which would prevent people from using grenades to enter and take away a large number of people. Only a few models of flamethrowers could shoot hundreds of meters away, so it was not difficult to guess the enemy's plan to launch a strong attack.
Tear gas!
They would use tear gas to knock everyone out, but fortunately he was prepared when the shelter's defenses were reinforced.
Greg raised his left hand and shattered the glass cabinet next to him with an elbow strike. He then took out a gas mask and put it on, and the other members of the Supreme Command followed suit.
"Sizzle"
Several tear gas canisters were thrown into the mouth, and the irritating gas was quickly released and spread.
"Everyone pretended to cough, and the machine gunner fired intermittently until the belt of ammunition was used up."
Old G's orders were quickly relayed down, and Hunter and his men outside could faintly hear coughing sounds coming from the entrance, along with the gradually thinning sound of machine gun fire.
"rush"
Several assault soldiers appeared at the entrance, each holding two bulletproof shields strapped together, and rushed in side by side.
"Knock knock knock"
The heavy machine gun roared once again. After the first layer of the double shield was penetrated, the second layer successfully blocked the bullet.
But the rocket launcher gunner next to Greg had already raised an AT4-CS that could be used indoors.
"emission!"
"call out"
"Boom!"
Pulling the trigger, the exhaust flame vaporized the nitrate liquid in the water bag, and the high-explosive warhead exploded directly upon impacting the shield after flying dozens of meters.
"rush"
Greg led the charge out, but he hadn't gone far before pulling the trigger of the HK-417's under-barrel grenade launcher.
"puff"
A jumping grenade hit the open ground outside the entrance.
"boom"
The grenade, after hitting the ground and bouncing back up, eventually exploded, scattering shrapnel across all the lucky survivors within its kill zone.
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