Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea Chapter 97

Chapter 97 For the Tribe (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

“You mean, the US military is preparing to join forces with the Mexican special forces?” Xu Chuan took the phone and finally knew the location of Abu Shabul.

The person on the other side of the phone is CIA agent Ryan Fletcher, who has been rescued by Nikita several times. They are still in contact with each other to this day. Of course, their contact is now on the legal platform of Umbrella.

The U.S. Navy and the Mexican government are about to conduct a raid on a drug lord's smuggling den. Nikita had previously brought this information to Ryan's attention.

“Oh, that's really tough. Don't they know that the Mexican government has been penetrated like a sieve by drug traffickers?” It is estimated that the drug traffickers are now ready to kill a few SEALs.

Ryan Fletcher is not in his office in Langley, but sitting on a bench in a nearby park feeding pigeons. "Of course they know, so the State Department has been trying to get the Mexican government to agree to temporarily open its airspace."

"try?"

“It means it hasn't succeeded yet. After all, it is a sovereign country.” Ryan sprinkled the crumbs in his hand among the pigeons.

“Ha, you really know how to joke. When has the United States ever cared about this?” Xu Chuan found this joke very funny.

“No way, they care a lot this time, so so far Mexico only allows helicopters to land on the outskirts of the city.” Ryan Fletcher smiled awkwardly.

Hang up the phone and continue driving. Tijuana and Mexicali are very close. With some equipment bought from Curtis' comrades, Xu Chuan is ready to go there and take a look.

Although there are only a few kilometers left, it is obvious that he has failed to catch up with the progress of the US military. Locke, his team members and the Mexican special forces are already preparing to raid this smuggling den disguised as a milk factory.

According to the words of Mexican Special Forces Commander Pedros, this may be the worst place in Mexicali. This neighborhood is controlled by drug dealers. Not only that, the police here are all drug dealers, and there are drug dealers everywhere. spies and armed gangsters.

A police car drove to the gate of the dairy factory. The drug dealer behind the iron gate looked at the policeman driving through the crack in the door and opened the gate.

The police car drove in smoothly, "What happened?", the Mexican policeman sitting in the car parked the car in a warehouse, feeling an unusual atmosphere, opened the trunk and asked.

“It's none of your business.” A young drug dealer quickly took out the packages of drugs wrapped in the trunk and “hurried away after delivering the items.”

The police didn't ask any more questions. He was just a deliveryman. Life here was really difficult. He also had a wife and children to support. He had long understood the principle of never getting into trouble. After the drug dealer finished moving the goods, he immediately started the police car and drove quickly. of leaving.

The police car drove out of the gate, turned two intersections, and passed by two heavy-duty garbage trucks. The drug dealers had received the news. After seeing these two vehicles that would never appear here, a large number of armed men began to appear. On the streets and on rooftops.

The policeman stepped on the accelerator and drove the car as fast as crazy, trying to get as far away from here as possible.

Two garbage trucks separated at the final intersection, preparing to raid from two directions.

Pedros was driving a garbage truck and looked at the armed men appearing on the buildings on both sides. He knocked on the window behind him and said, "Pay attention to the roof."

"Copy that", the SEALs hidden in the car raised their M4A1s and shot the drug dealer on the roof before he could fire.

The sound of gunshots also heralded the beginning of the battle. The heavy-duty garbage truck did not slow down and crashed directly into the gate of the dairy factory, stopping in front of a factory-like building.

　　The poster team members and the Mexican special forces quickly got out of the car and established defensive positions relying on heavy vehicles. Locke and Dave led two teams into the front and rear doors respectively.

The drug trafficker leader here has received Abu Shabul and his people, and is explaining the route to them. The underground tunnels are extremely complicated, and if you go wrong, it will waste a lot of time.

Although I have received the notice from my boss, the preparation process is a bit hasty. Although there are many people here, they are basically ordinary gang members. It is okay to shoot. If you really fight with professional troops, there is basically no chance. Too many odds.

The only option is to use people. He has already shouted out that the price of a US soldier of 100,000 US dollars is enough to make his group of people fight for their lives.

The people in Abu Shepur were also divided into several groups, leaving two people to break up. These people, both men and women, had military training and even exceeded these gang members to a certain extent, not to mention that each of them was wearing a self-explosion vest.

This factory building is divided into several floors, but since it is a tunnel, of course it should go underground. The drug dealer leader led Shaibul and his people through each room and walked toward the tunnel.

Xu Chuan drove the car and clicked on the map and finally arrived at the outskirts of the target. The streets were already in chaos, full of tattooed gun-wielding gangsters, and bursts of gunfire came from the dairy factory dozens of meters away.

“Oops, I didn't make it in time.” Xu Chuan said to himself. It seemed that the top US officials still failed to convince the Mexican government to open its airspace, not even a helicopter.

"This operation is quite impulsive. There can't really be only one team of SEALs. I wonder if there is a QRF. What kind of QRF is needed for this operation? How many people are there?", listening to the not dense gunfire, Looking at these gun-wielding gangsters in front of me, I really want to shout at them, "Come on, don't be stunned by this opportunity for promotion and salary increase to marry Bai Fumei."

But he just thought about it. Before he noticed, he turned the steering wheel, parked the car in an alley and jumped out of the car. He wore ordinary jeans and a black T-shirt, put on a baseball cap and continued to cover his face with a sports scarf. Put on sunglasses and your whole face is covered.

He then took out a 56 rifle with a three-edged bayonet from the back seat, and put on the 56-style chest strap. This style made him look like an elite gangster.

He ran out of the alley angrily, raised his gun and shouted, "For the tribe", no, in Spanish, "For the Boss, charge! Kill the Americans.".

Before a group of people could react, Xu Chuan ran towards the milk factory at a sprint speed of 100 meters. If it were made into a movie, slow motion would definitely be used to show the confused faces of a group of drug dealers around him, and their eyes following his figure. appearance.

Some drug dealers only have one thought in their minds, "Where did this crazy thing come from?", but it is undeniable that this kind of spiritual leader is very important. Some impulsive young people have already rushed forward with guns under Xu Chuan's instigation. It inspired more people.

　　Because no one here wants to be pointed out in front of the boss that they are timid and afraid of fighting after the battle, otherwise they will die miserably, okay?

Seeing that dozens of gangsters had already rushed up, Xu Chuan grinned. Of course, no one could tell with his face covered. He deliberately slowed down and let the gangsters behind him rush forward.

More than a dozen people just rushed into the milk factory. The SEALs who were just suppressing the drug dealers with precise fire suddenly saw so many people rushing in. The M249SAW that had not fired until now finally had a chance to be used. .

Such a dense crowd is simply the machine gunner's favorite. If he fires five long bursts of fire quickly, there will be basically no living person left standing at the gate.

Of course, it was impossible to kill everyone. There were still a few who cleverly got behind the bunker in the yard. Xu Chuan hid in the corner and opened fire into the yard with his gun raised. If he could hit anyone, it only meant that he was lucky. Or there is something wrong with the other person's character.

He fired a few shots, quickly ran through the gate in a low profile, and ran towards the wall behind. Unexpectedly, three gangsters followed him.

Estimating the distance, Xu Chuan stopped, climbed up the wall and looked inside. The US military and Mexican special forces at the front and back gates were suppressing the drug traffickers who wanted to surround them, and there was no one to defend the sides.

The drug dealer below thought that the brother wanted to sneak attack the US military from the side, and the two of them kept helping to drag his legs. Xu Chuan climbed over the wall with his arms and ran to the side of the factory. There was a window here. Xu Chuan tried to push it. , can be pushed away.

Just as he was about to climb in, he found three gangsters crawling in, "Oh no, I can't help it if I want to die so much."

Put down the 56, took out the Glock 19 from the holster on his waist, held the gun firmly with both hands, and quickly knocked down three people. The sound of the gunfire would definitely attract the US military, and there was no time to refill the gun.

Carrying 56 Chong behind his back, he climbed through the window and looked for traces of Shaibul. The process was very exciting. While guarding against drug dealers, he also had to guard against the US military. Of course, with Xu Chuan's current clothes, it should be more dangerous to encounter the US military, but okay. He didn't need to look for traces himself, he just had to follow the sound of gunfire.

Dave and Locke led two teams to clear out the drug dealers in the factory. Of course, this was not the most important task, but where the defense was the strongest must be the target location.

This kind of reasoning is not rigorous, but it is already the optimal solution without any information. Of course, it seems that the opponent does not have the ability to deploy to confuse his own side.

The two SEALs heard the gunfire from the flank and rushed over quickly, but they only saw the three dead armed men and the open window. The two looked at each other and held down the PTT, "Captain, someone is entering. Building, Unidentified.”

Locke had just finished clearing a room and was about to head to the passage below, "What do you mean?"

“Someone killed the drug dealer on the flank and entered the building.”.

"Understood." Locke replied. The resistance of drug dealers here is getting stronger and stronger. It should have reached the core area. It is impossible to allocate manpower to manage an unidentified person. This cannot be done by just one or two people. matter.

It can only make everyone more careful, especially behind and on the flanks. These teammates have been working together for many years and know what to do.

Xuchuan pretended to be a drug dealer and walked through various rooms in a swagger. It seemed that this was not just a smuggling tunnel. After observation, it was probably a den for drug distribution.

Bulk goods are dismantled and repackaged here, turned into small pieces, moved using ants, and brought into the United States through a large number of stowaways.

It's quite smart, but I don't know who the big boss behind the scenes is. Is this the territory of Reyes or Flores? They have so many forces here that I can't tell for a while.

He can speak Spanish, and the tense atmosphere here makes it difficult for these drug dealers to judge the situation calmly. Looking at Xu Chuan, who is dressed similar to himself, they basically think he is one of their own.

Not everyone is a combatant. There are also many ordinary workers here, just like a courier company. Well, although this is a drug trafficking den, these are indeed ordinary people. To them, this is really just a job. Just an ordinary job.

These Mexicans have long been accustomed to all this. Even some of the older ones did not react violently to the explosions and gunshots not far away. Excluding the possibility of being deaf and mute, they should have been numb for a long time.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter end

Report