The m72 electromagnetic rifle is the latest military technology product of 2030. It uses two millimeter high-speed ammunition, which is accurate and deadly. Catalina purchased this super rifle through installment payment. By the way, it also has tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition. It is super powerful for ten yuan.
Energy storage battery. She regarded this gun as a treasure.
Seeing that the tough girl wouldn't even touch him, Zhou Qingfeng muttered, "I've never seen you use this rifle before." He had no choice but to replace his scar rifle with an m249 light machine gun, and at the same time brought a large number of
Ammunition and grenades, and by the way, he also loaded an M18A1 anti-infantry directional mine into his backpack.
"Can you use these things?" Catalina was very doubtful.
"There is an instruction manual in the box." Zhou Qingfeng actually pulled out an instruction manual from the box. This kind of anti-infantry landmine is produced in Chile and smuggled into the United States. The method of use is very simple. "Don't you understand after reading it?
"
Catalina didn't believe it, "Be careful not to blow yourself up."
An entire basement full of equipment and supplies required two large container trucks to load it. In order to transport them away, Zhou Qingfeng and Catalina spent two days with twenty search teams.
While Zhou Qingfeng and Catalina were secretly transporting supplies in Brooklyn, Los Zetas also spent two days and finally began to improve his armed forces.
"I need a war team, a fierce war team, a war team that can turn cowards into warriors and drive them to fight fearlessly." Los Zetas gathered hundreds of himself in the city hall square.
All the key personnel gathered together to talk.
"Each of you will be in groups of ten and command a hundred soldiers to fight. If anyone dares to resist the order, he will be executed on the spot immediately." Los Zetas' words were surging and passionate. He kept waving his arms and shouted: "
We need a team that can fight, not these losers who just eat and shit."
The power of Los Zetas expanded from a few hundred to several thousand, and among them were many ordinary Mexicans who were just looking for food in the last days. After successive setbacks, he finally couldn't stand these people who could only do menial jobs.
It was useless, so the big killer weapon of the Supervisory Team was used.
Most of the backbone of the Zetas gang are policemen who were engaged in anti-narcotics in Mexico. These people follow Los Zetas in the drug trade. Their opponents are the US Coast Guard and anti-narcotics police. They are all ruthless and have no regard for the life and death of others.
It is used to the best of its ability to supervise operations.
And Los Zetas gave an order, and thousands of ordinary Mexican immigrants who had recently joined his command were divided into dozens of fighting groups. These fighting groups could not even obtain enough weapons, and only a small number of people could obtain firearms.
Some people even have nothing to do but empty hands.
"This is the inspiration I got from watching the movie." Los Zetas' proud opponent said: "In the Second World War of the last century, the Soviets used this tactic to defeat the Germans. Now I will also use it
This tactic defeats any opponent who dares to stand in my way."
Right next to Los Zetas, stood a bearded man. This was the member of the sniper team that almost killed Zhou Qingfeng two days ago. He stood on the high platform of the City Hall Square, licking the corner of his mouth and looking at
The chaotic crowd that was being organized smiled coldly and said: "Loss, give me some manpower. I also want to experience the feeling of driving the crowd onto the battlefield."
"Of course, Guzman, you are my most capable subordinate. You can choose people at will." Los Zetas waved his hand, delegating the command authority.
A bearded man named Guzman slowly walked down from the high platform of the city hall and walked among thousands of bewildered Mexicans. His eyes were full of bloody flashes, and as he stretched out his hand, he would
A Mexican waiting to be assigned was caught.
After capturing 50 people, Guzman took these people to get weapons. However, some people found that they did not have a gun at all and only received a magazine. "Sir, I only got a magazine. My gun is in
where?"
"At the place where your dead companions are." Guzman said with a sinister smile: "This is the inspiration Mr. Zetas got from the movie. People who don't have guns wait for their companions who have guns to pick them up after they die."
Fifty people only received ten guns, and some even received only a pistol. They looked at each other immediately. The person with the gun immediately grabbed the weapon in his hand, while the person who only received the magazine was even more frightened, and his eyes were
They all aimed at their companions who had guns.
"Now, your mission is to capture the Guinea Block a few hundred meters away." Guzman raised an M4A1 in his hand and shouted wildly: "It's a very simple mission, just a few hundred meters away.
Just rush over. But if anyone stalls, if anyone escapes halfway, if anyone lies down and pretends to be dead, Koval will blow his head off."
The bearded Guzman waved, and Koval, who was carrying an M40A5 sniper rifle, took a step forward. The two men formed a sniper team and assassinated countless hostile forces for Los Zetas.
Koval was younger, with a gloomy face, and he habitually squinted his eyes, but the chill in his eyes made people shudder. The fifty selected Mexicans trembled under his gaze.
But around them, other Mexicans who joined the Zetas gang were being driven around like sheep. Most of these people joined the gang just to survive, but they didn't expect that they would be used as cannon fodder and be driven into the battlefield.
Nieto was standing in Guzman's formation. He smuggled himself into the United States from the border a year ago. He always felt that he was lucky to arrive in New York, the bustling capital of the world, but now the vicious Guzman asked him to
Just want to go home.
Just next to Nieto, another 100-man combat team was being formed. Someone begged loudly that he could not shoot, but the person supervising the team fired without hesitation.
Nieto couldn't help but tremble at the bang of the gunshot. He turned his head and looked again. The man who was crying just now had been shot in the head and fell to the ground. The splattered blood even flew to his face, which made him extremely nervous.
fear.
Nieto didn't know how to shoot. He was only nineteen years old and just a Mexican farmer. He came to the United States just to live a good life. He looked at a magazine in his hand and didn't even know what kind of gun it was.
case, and I don’t know where I should go to find matching firearms.
Nieto has listened to countless rumors in the past two days, most of which are terrible news about the end of the world. For example, in the Guinea neighborhood, everyone said that the people in that neighborhood are very fierce and difficult to mess with. But now he is going to attack that neighborhood.
Block, God knows what will be faced next?
Am I going to die? Am I going to die? Am I going to die?
Nieto was extremely scared, but he didn't dare to speak, cry, or show it. The Zetas gangsters were famous for their cruelty. And when he looked at his other companions around him, they all had pale faces. Some of them were pale.
My legs were trembling to the point of incontinence.
"Okay, everyone. From now on, you are soldiers, loyal soldiers fighting for Mr. Zetas." Guzman walked past fifty soldiers with a crazy smile, beating their chests one by one, "I see
It's your fear, but you better have courage, otherwise I guarantee you will die soon."