"Yes, they didn't even have underbarrel grenades or squad automatic weapons."
The pilot reported to Fernandez that it wasn't in the footage captured by the drone anyway.
In fact, it does exist, but it's kept hidden and not made public.
Why did Old Ma invite the Western Banya people? It wasn't just because they were good at fighting, but more importantly, because they had no connection with Brother Moxi's side.
If they hired an American, under Elmenjohn's financial offensive and threats to his weaknesses, not only would his secrets be exposed, but his son would probably be kidnapped and handed over to CJNJ.
Large PMC companies value their reputation, but their employees might not care. They might be looking to pull off a big heist before retiring.
The situation is different in Spain, which is across the Atlantic. Therefore, CJNJ can only choose to launch a strong attack, which is the method they are best at.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if they have them. Even if they wear bulletproof vests, our M2 heavy machine guns can still shoot them through."
Fernandez said dismissively.
His nickname was M2 because his men were equipped with more than a dozen .50 Lao Gan Ma guns.
With the powerful kinetic energy of 17,000 joules from a 12.7x99mm machine gun bullet, it can easily penetrate the light armored vehicles of Mexican military and police, as well as the dilapidated pickup trucks of its competitors, demonstrating its formidable firepower.
Compared to the increasingly popular use of drones to drop bombs within the group, Lao Fei still prefers this kind of direct fire suppression.
Of course, he also liked large-caliber sniper rifles more than heavy heavy machine guns, but thanks to the terrible security in Mexico, Márquez's country estate was surrounded by high walls and electric fences, leaving no high ground for snipers to operate.
The assault tactic would then involve using dump trucks with welded rams to crash through the manor walls, allowing the convoy of troops to rush in through the breach and wreak havoc.
"Remember to bring an RPG. I heard that kid's bulletproof Mercedes can withstand 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets."
Old Fei didn't forget to give his subordinates some instructions.
He didn't know much about the Mercedes Pullman; it could withstand .50 caliber bullets, but not many. An RPG would be much easier, wouldn't it?
They blew up the bulletproof Mercedes before the other party could get in, cutting off their escape route.
However, this thing made him less fond of the M2 "Old Godmother" (a popular chili sauce brand). Perhaps next time he needs to purchase weapons and equipment, he'll have to ask that person to get some 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns.
I heard that the Russian 23mm cannon bullets are ammunition made by widening the 14.5mm cartridge case. One bullet has the kinetic energy of two .50mm bullets. That's pretty powerful.
Just as Fernandez was about to increase the intensity of the machine gun circle in Mexico, an unarmed Sparrowhawk B drone appeared over the outskirts of Guadalajara, taking in all the movements near the manor below.
This was the first reconnaissance team to arrive at the scene. Its modified flight time of over 22 hours allowed it to easily spot the consumer drones taking off at intervals around it.
"They weren't carrying any badminton bombs, just conducting reconnaissance; they really did intend to capture Rudolf alive."
On the highway leading to Jalisco, in the cab of a heavy truck, a little boy named Yuzu held a tactical tablet for his father, watching the live broadcast.
Xia Yu had only made a prediction before, but now it has indeed been finalized.
Like the Ace remnants who infiltrated Bali, they only discovered his weakness because they needed to achieve their goal. Now, CJNJ wants to capture Rudolph alive to film an apology video, which gives the defenses room to intervene.
If, like when General Rosales (a million-follower internet celebrity) was killed, four gunmen riddled him with bullets, then Márquez's $500 million would only be enough to hire Concentrated Firepower to avenge his son.
Fortunately, the white-haired man has not yet outlived the black-haired man. Even if the nearly 60-year-old Ma could use technology to customize another son, he would not have the energy to raise him.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan. We'll strike when they make their move. Before that, we need to mark as many CJNJ's strongholds in Jalisco as possible. We want to kill as many of these guys as possible in the first wave of attacks."
Little Yuzu, acting as a tablet stand, looked at his dad with admiration. Although he didn't know why, he felt that his dad was amazing.
"Yes, boss!"
"Pfft pfft"
Driven by high-pressure gas, the two ScanEagle helicopters were launched into the air and flew deep into Michoacán, the state next to Jalisco.
This is Elmenjo's hometown, where he has stationed several hundred people. According to DEA's intelligence, CJNJ's sea transport route departs from the port of Michoacán.
Instead of the Baja California Peninsula, which is right next to the US, proximity means more people watching and easier exposure.
Being further away would actually allow them to escape the tight security and enter the west coast of the United States without any hindrance.
Not to mention that the extra distance is nothing for a modified submarine.
A large aircraft carrying pig's feet can recoup its costs in a week, while a modified submarine carrying laundry detergent is so profitable that it can be used only once. If people smuggle themselves back by land, who will actually return by the original route?
Xia Yu hoped that Lao Zhao and his team could monitor the movements of these hundreds of people to find the ports from which the modified submarines departed, and then wipe out the entire operation.
But it doesn't matter if he can't find them. These guys are still a good target, worth letting the fruit bats take off once.
Taking off vertically from the Sea Harrier and delivering its firepower, the Harrier lands normally at an air force base in Michoacán. This extends its combat radius to 200 kilometers, which is more than enough in Mexico.
That evening, Xia Yu and his group, disguised as a civilian convoy, arrived near Guadalajara. They were lucky to make it in time, but to be fair, the CJNJ group was really good at keeping their composure.
It's been almost three days and they haven't made a move. Are they going to let Rudolf incur their wrath?
With this in mind, Xia Yu decided to turn the tables and lead the drug cartel by the nose.
He made a phone call, and Rudolf, having received news that the CJNJ surveillance drones had just been withdrawn, immediately took action.
"Hey, Elmenjohn, you big talker, you wanted to behead me? I'll be right here waiting for you, you stray dog..."
It was supposed to be a beautiful morning. After completing his workout plan for the day, and picking at the avocado on his breakfast plate—a fruit he'd been sick of eating as a child—Old Ai picked up his phone and started scrolling through videos.
Then he saw a video Rudolf had just updated on TikTok, in which a rich second-generation sitting on Pullman's hood, wearing Mercedes hood ornaments, was making threats at the camera.
Staring at the brat surrounded by armed security guards on the screen, the furious Elmenjohn suddenly felt his blood boiling.
Is this because they want to die sooner?
Touched on his sore spot, he smashed his phone and kicked over the dining table in front of him.
He was indeed a stray dog, hiding from the elements and with his entire family in prison. He couldn't care less about other places, but as long as he was with Moxi, even if you knew, you couldn't say it.
"The phone is here. Call Fernandez right now."
His subordinate quickly brought him the satellite phone that had been connected.
"M2, did you see the video? We've been gearing up for so many days, take him out today."
Old Fei promised a week, but Elmenjohn couldn't wait any longer; it had to be immediately, right now, right away.
"As you wish, Jefe!"
Fernandez made a solemn promise over the phone.
Rudolf's repeated insults to Elmenjohn have caused the entire CJNJ team to lose face, and now he must regain it.
"Finally, it's a dump truck."
Reliable intelligence indicated that the drone crew, which was likely to operate today, had detected anomalies.
In the darkness, a dump truck with a ram appeared less than 5 kilometers from the manor. A regular dump truck is already quite dangerous to individual soldiers targeting civilian vehicles; a truck with a ram is like one equipped with an armor-piercing spike, easily smashing through walls.
But even if it was a pre-arranged battlefield, with the client's son serving as bait, how could Xia Yu allow the fighting to spread to the manor's interior?
So, as the modified dump trucks took the lead, followed closely by a long line of American-style armed pickup trucks that Afica couldn't afford, and this long convoy rushed toward the manor, a dark light appeared from the horizon under the cover of night.
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, the 11-kilogram warhead of the CM-502kg air-to-ground missile crashed directly into the engine compartment, turning into a dazzling display of flames.
This scene caused the armed pickup trucks following behind to slam on their brakes. Everyone was stunned. What had happened? Even being bombarded by an RPG wouldn't cause such a commotion.
The night sky fell into dead silence; their operation had certainly been exposed. The problem was that they hadn't even seen their opponent.
They were more than ten kilometers away, and couldn't even hear the sound of the propellers. Naturally, these guys who had already been sentenced to death couldn't find the Longbow Cross Deer.
But the flying squirrel in the front seat is another air-to-ground missile.
"call out"
"Boom!"
With a trail of flame, it disappeared into the night. It wasn't until the second CM-502kg, guided by the millimeter-wave radar on the mast, flew more than ten kilometers and crashed into the last F-150 modified Raptor in the convoy that the stunned crowd finally came to their senses.
"Run! Run! The Air Force has scrambled fighter jets!"
The Mexican Air Force doesn't have any proper armed helicopters, so these guys just assumed they were hit by missiles fired from fighter jets and never imagined that helicopter missiles could reach 10 or 20 kilometers.
Before the car could even turn back, the flying squirrel launched one inertial-guided rocket after another.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
The simplified inertial guidance rocket, with its extremely low cost, lacks the accuracy of laser-guided rockets, but is far superior to unguided rockets.
"Boom boom boom"
Even if it didn't hit the pickup truck, the explosion three to five meters away still splattered the machine gunners with shrapnel.
The torsos were wearing bulletproof vests with the "cjnj" logo, which could stop shrapnel from hitting them, but their heads and limbs would bleed if they were hit. These people, who were fed bullets, went to hell today without firing a single shot.
The paramilitary forces of the drug cartel could put up a good fight against the impoverished and demoralized Mexican military, but they proved utterly ineffective against truly modern equipment.
Portable air defense missile
The longbow-bowed deer hadn't even entered the weapon's range before it had already knocked its target to the ground.
Self-propelled anti-aircraft guns are used to protect ground forces and old deer and tigers that cannot fire precision-guided munitions. Unless these drug cartels can get their hands on proper anti-aircraft missiles, they are extremely powerless against real long-range killers.
"Damn it, why is the Air Force getting involved in our conflict with the Marquez family? And when did those crappy F-5s become so powerful?"
Instead of joining the convoy, Fernandez, standing on the roof of his SUV, put down his binoculars and muttered to himself.
Mexico's air force had retired all of its dozen or so Tiger II fighter jets three years ago, but because it couldn't afford to buy new fighter jets, it refurbished four of them.
So it's impossible for him to be that powerful, and he shouldn't be here. Fortunately, his doubts were soon answered.
"Splash splash"
The sound of propellers came from afar; a helicopter
"Knock knock knock"
The next second, the roar of machine guns rang out, and every five tracer high-explosive shells pierced the night, leaving a bright line of fire sweeping towards the wrecked convoy.
"Boom boom boom boom"
In the dry, windy weather of Moxi, these stolen and smuggled American pickup trucks were turned into fireballs.
There are no survivors, and the concentrated fire defense doesn't need any survivors either.
But as an international company that strictly adheres to the Geneva Conventions, PMC accepted the enemy's surrender. So why didn't anyone surrender until the very end?
Perhaps the speed at which it could throw its gun and raise its hand couldn't keep up with the rate of fire of the cannons of the Siberian Winged Bird crew!
At the beginning of this year, surrendering is an art, and these guys clearly failed.
"Smack!"
Old Fei, having discarded the binoculars, jumped out of the car onto the hood and opened the door, intending to run away. But after glancing at the helicopter in the sky, he decisively abandoned the idea and turned to run into a cornfield with a few of his men.
Yes, the vehicle was too conspicuous. The Apache helicopter in the sky wasn't blind; driving it away would have the same fate as his men.
However, he underestimated the accuracy of the photoelectric thermal imaging channel; several humanoid targets running wildly in the cornfield were clearly visible on the screen.
"Knock knock knock"
With only 50 shells left, the Hanhao Bird crew emptied their ammunition at the group of men.
In this way, the two men and one drone in one sortie wiped out the entire attacking convoy. With absolute air superiority, armed helicopters are still more effective, as the firepower delivery efficiency of drones is far less than that of a single unit.
Without air superiority, even the best and most expensive attack helicopters are just sitting ducks; it's better to use drones for guerrilla warfare.
However, this double-edged sword can hurt both the attacker and the attacker. If you bomb others at a low cost, they can bomb you in return. Only by having a mod like a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun can you remain invincible.
"Are they dead? Are those bastards from CJNJ dead?"
In the monitoring room of the manor, Rudolf asked nervously.
"They're all dead, there's no one alive."
Controlling the spherical camera to look left and right, they saw the completely wiped-out armed convoy not far away.
The scene was exceptionally horrific. There was no explosion, and the relatively intact car was burned to a shell by the flames, not to mention the people inside.
"Gudukou District"
Instead of being excited, Rudolf swallowed and began to gag.
Things didn't turn out quite as he had imagined.
Faced with true power, those once-arrogant drug cartel groups seem no different from chicks.
Having witnessed the reality of offline life, Rudolf suddenly felt that everything online was virtual, and he... he couldn't quite grasp it.
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