Mexicali capital TV station.
After all, unlike local small stations, you could see the signal tower on the rooftop from far away.
This area bordered the United States' California Calexico to the north and Arizona to the northeast, belonging to the US-Mexico border region. Countless people fled to America through here.
Annual traffic was around 20 million.
Such a large city already had security problems. Once drug dealers caused trouble, many smugglers, homeless people, and even illegal immigrants started rioting.
Drug dealers gave them weapons!
And promised them that as long as they caused chaos in capital Mexicali, they'd be paid. In the Baja California riots, these people played no small role.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
About 200 black people stood before the convoy.
A young black man holding a knife ran to the front of the Humvee, pulled down his pants, and shook his butt at the convoy.
The black people behind cheered, praising this warrior.
Perhaps feeling validated, he directly turned around and made obscene gestures at the convoy.
Laughing and shaking hard.
Bang!
A gunshot. The black man clutched his lower body and fell to the ground screaming.
The captain's body retracted from outside the window. His eyes through the rearview mirror saw "rookie" Giancarlo Prada's stunned expression and shrugged. "I just hate when people do that to me."
Giancarlo swore the captain definitely had insecurities!
"Sweep through. Anyone blocking ahead is considered a drug dealer!" The chief's order came through the radio.
The captain patted the driver, who hit the gas and charged forward. The Humvee's right tire directly ran over the fallen black man's stomach. He himself climbed out the sunroof where a heavy machine gun was welded, pulled the trigger, and swept at the black people!
Black + drug dealer + rioting + assaulting police = BUFF maxed out!
Could Victor, such a "magnanimous" person, let you just walk away like that?
12.7mm bullets were your final destination!
"They're shooting! Police are shooting, run!"
Man or woman, if you held a weapon, you were a drug dealer.
Of these 200-plus, except for a few hiding in back, the rest of the homies all fell in pools of blood.
A French-made AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicle's tracks rolled over a fallen black drug dealer. His hair was directly caught in the tracks. You could hear the crackling sound of bones. Sharp screams accompanied by brain matter splattering suddenly stopped.
The convoy behind followed. That blood and unidentified liquid dragged a long trail under the wheels, adding a fishy smell to the already malodorous air.
Simply trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm!
This scene was witnessed by many around, covering their mouths in terror. But isolated reporters also photographed the scene.
Mexicali TV station occupied about 5,000 square meters, belonging to large TV stations. This place could just be used as a "garrison."
The iron gate was blocked from inside with abandoned vehicles.
EDM members got off, shouldered a "blowpipe" surface-to-air missile, and directly blasted the iron gate open!
How troublesome to move it by hand?
Blasted half your wall away.
Kennedy led the assault team charging in. Most were German GSG9 special forces templates, well-versed in this kind of indoor combat.
Standing outside, you could see sparks from gun muzzles on every floor.
Kennedy rushed up to the third floor and ran head-on into a drug dealer holding an assault rifle. His scalp tingled. He rolled backward, sliding directly down the stairs, not forgetting to pull down two teammates about to charge up.
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Bullets hit the wall, the lettering above shot into disarray.
And hearing lots of movement, perhaps over seven or eight people.
"M34!" Kennedy shouted to teammates behind him.
The latter quickly pulled one from his pocket and handed it to him.
The U.S. military had used this thing, known as "one of the most dangerous grenades"!
After Kennedy removed the safety, it instantly emitted large amounts of smoke. Lying on the steps, he backhanded it into the corridor.
This thing... full name was M34 white phosphorus grenade!
After burning, temperature could reach 2,700 degrees Celsius, burning time no less than 60 seconds, fire spread diameter up to 35 meters.
Boom...
Because of the angle, flames swept over their scalps.
But those drug dealers in the corridor had no such luck.
Sticking to their bodies, flames instantly enveloped them.
Screams like evil spirits crawling up from hell!
One drug dealer couldn't take it and jumped directly from the third floor screaming.
"Ahhh!!!"
A burning drug dealer stood at the stairway, eyes shooting flames outward, about to charge down at Kennedy and others. Obviously also a tough guy, wanting to die together.
But his body...
His ankle made a cracking sound, and the whole person directly melted.
Kennedy swallowed.
Sweat drops fell from his head.
"Go, go, go, get in from the other side!" Even this battle-hardened soldier felt afraid.
Anyone who's seen corpses knows that different death methods bring different shock. Has anyone seen the Giant's View?
Has anyone seen what hanging looks like?
Has anyone seen what being struck by lightning looks like?
War's cruelty lies in making death methods more varied, extremely challenging soldiers' reason, morality, and worldview.
This was also one reason why America later averaged over a thousand soldiers committing suicide annually due to war PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).
On the steps, a charred corpse with hollow eyes watched Kennedy and others leave.
The biggest difference between drug dealers and regular military, besides weapons, was combat literacy!
The EDM assault team moved forward, while those behind didn't just watch, immediately building defensive fortifications based on the convoy.
Sure enough, before long, they heard roaring from all around!
The TV station was at a triangular intersection. Hundreds of drug dealers surged from the surroundings, occupying high points and strafing the convoy!
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Clang clang clang... bullet impact sounds on the vehicle bodies.
"Bang!"
A new officer hiding behind a semi-trailer was shot in the temple, falling straight to the ground. A veteran came up, took one look, and waved to the commander. "There's a sniper!"
"FH70 howitzer! Damn it, blast them to death!"
Victor's cursing came through the radio.
Several officers quickly turned the towed gun barrel. Did this thing need angle adjustment?
As long as they found where the sniper was, just blast over!
The 155mm howitzer aimed at a building about 900 meters away. With one command, even the ground shook backward.
The shell flew toward the target under cover of night.
The drug dealer sniper was looking through his scope when he suddenly saw a shell charging toward him. His head went blank.
I just fired a gun?
You're using cannons on me?!
The shell hit the wall. The huge shockwave with gunpowder directly collapsed the building. That sniper was instantly vaporized.
Half the floor was blown away...
That huge sound made everyone's eyes turn over.
This...
Damn, no martial virtue!
Chills ran through drug dealers' hearts. The best way to make people fear was having large caliber, then eliminating them. Dead people don't fear anymore.
"Rookie" Giancarlo Prada had been hiding nearby. He adapted quickly, even daring to stick his head out for a look, pulling out his gun and sweeping at drug dealers.
Fire one shot, then change locations.
Hide with head down.
But obviously his sense of direction wasn't good. Running and running, he felt something was wrong. Looking up, he saw he was at least 500 meters from the battlefield.
Just as he was about to walk back, he suddenly saw several figures running anxiously and raggedly from a building. The surrounding people looked like bodyguards, with the middle person somewhat burly, looking like an important figure?
The "rookie" hiding aside nervously watched this scene.
Possessed by a strange impulse, he pulled out a grenade.
Directly threw it over!
Boom...
The wall collapsed. Giancarlo charged out with his gun, sweeping at the figures standing in the dust!
The high Giancarlo felt his brain lose reason.
"Don't, don't kill me! I'm Zambada! Don't shoot! I surrender!!"
(End of Chapter)
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