Owen was silent, thinking about how to handle this matter. Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, they all killed the Drug Enforcement Administration people. The machine gunner died immediately, but there were other people who were knocked down. Although
Most of them were injured, but it is inevitable that some people were unlucky.
"Gulesta, collect everyone's mobile phones and put them in a bag and give them to me..."
Patrick turned around and gave another order, and a masked drug police officer agreed and began to collect the cell phones of the team members one by one. Finally, the bag was handed over to Patrick.
Patrick's attitude was already obvious. A silly voice suddenly sounded on the communicator: "Owen, there is a group of people heading towards you. No, there is more than one group of people. You'd better move quickly..."
Silly Baitian's voice sounded a little anxious. Owen no longer hesitated, "Okay, this is a misunderstanding. Let your people get in the car immediately. We must leave now. Someone is coming, so you should go in front. Remember,
Don’t behave in a way that causes us to misunderstand…”
Irving called his people to get on the bus, and Patrick turned and ran back. The motorcade restarted and headed towards the US-Mexico border.
"Damn it, Owen, the front of you is blocked, turn right at the next intersection..."
Silly Baitian, who was far away in Washington, watched with displeasure on the screen as several cars parked at the intersection in front of Irving and the others, and then several people got out of the car to ambush. From the high-precision military satellite, one of the guys' hands could be clearly seen.
It's carrying an RPG rocket launcher.
At Shabaitian's notice, the convoy made an emergency turn to the right to avoid the blockage ahead. Shabaitian kept operating the screen to check the situation around Irving and the others. The situation was not optimistic, and more and more people rushed over.
Various interception points were set up around Irving and the others, and none of the important intersections leading to the US-Mexico border were missed.
Gunshots kept coming from the earphones, which meant that Owen and the others were already exchanging fire with the enemy. Shabaitian looked at the enemies blooming everywhere, and became more and more worried about Owen and the others.
"Owen, you have no way out. There are people guarding the intersections leading to the U.S.-Mexico border. With the firepower in their hands, you can't rush through at all. I suggest you change the direction. The direction you are heading is full of enemies, and they are still there.
A steady stream of people came..."
"Xiete~~~"
Irving secretly cursed that this was a conspiracy by the drug dealers. No matter whether Jessman was a secret agent of the drug cartel or not, they had successfully slowed down the convoy. The Drug Enforcement Administration and Irving had a conflict over the machine gun shooters, and a dispute arose.
The only good thing about the rift was that because of Patrick's attitude, the two sides did not fight to the death. Otherwise, when they were about to fight each other, armed drug traffickers arrived and could easily kill them all.
But their speed was still slowed down, and the other party caught up and blocked their opportunity to cross the border first.
When Owen came back to his senses, messy gunshots rang out from time to time in the surroundings. The convoy was stopped more than once. However, the people coming over were only small groups, usually only two or three cars and a few people. They would soon be stopped.
Defeated, but even so, the car was almost hit by an RPG launched by the opponent once.
"Papa papa ~~~"
Owen fired continuously, forcing several drug traffickers at the nearest stronghold back to their bunkers. The convoy roared past the stronghold. Only after they passed by did sporadic bullets hit the rear window of the Hummer, adding several more bullets to the window.
A white spot.
With a bang, a deflected rocket hit a car on the roadside. The car turned into a burning fireball, but it could not slow down the convoy at all.
The situation suddenly became dangerous. People from all directions seemed to be from the other side. Owen knew that these people who came over were all members of the Sanchez family. They didn't know what agreement they had reached with Papatou. It seemed that Papatou no longer stopped him.
They entered.
There are burning cars and various roadblocks everywhere on the roadside. In less than a minute, they will encounter a wave of enemies, which makes people feel that this is not Mexico, but more like a battlefield in Africa.
"Go back to the Drug Enforcement Agency, damn, we have to find a safe place..."
Patrick's shout came from the intercom. Just now, one of their pickup trucks was destroyed, and all three people in the car were killed. The convoy couldn't even stop and collect their bodies, so it could only speed away.
The bulletproof performance of the Drug Enforcement Administration's pickup truck is not as good as that of the Hummer, and their casualties are much more serious than those on Irving's side. Now that they are in each other's territory, returning to the Drug Enforcement Administration may be a solution.
Owen didn't object. In fact, he didn't have a good place to go. On the stupid screen, there were more and more enemies around them, and there was a steady stream of enemies coming towards them.
The convoy turned an intersection, and a roadblock suddenly appeared in front of it. The lead vehicle of the Drug Enforcement Administration made an emergency turn onto another road, and narrowly avoided it. In the current situation, once the convoy stopped, it would be surrounded in minutes.
, they will really be dead at that time.
"Becky, help us find a way to the DEA..."
A stray bullet from nowhere hit the gun in Owen's hand. Owen's hand was shaken, but luckily, the gun was still usable. After two shots knocked down a fool who didn't know he was hiding behind the bunker, a silly sound came from the earphones.
Bai Tian's latest report, Owen simultaneously informed the Drug Enforcement Administration that the convoy was shuttled through the streets and alleys under the command of satellites. Sometimes there was no way, so they would forcefully break through.
Seeing the deterioration of the situation, Guzman's eyes in the car showed a look of excitement, and then he was hit in the face with the butt of a gun by the ghost.
"Bastard, don't think Sanchez can save you. If we must die, I will kill you before I die..."
Guzman's nose was bleeding, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, but he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.
The screeching sound of tires was heard as the convoy turned at high speed. They were passing through a dangerous area. From time to time, drug dealers appeared on the roadside on both sides and opened fire. The bullets hit the car body with a crisp sound.
Ahead, the Anti-Narcotics Bureau's machine guns had already started roaring, raining bullets directed at where all the enemies appeared. About twenty meters behind them, another convoy was chasing after them.
Because they were not sure which car Mario was in, the drug dealers' RPGs did not dare to fight randomly. Instead of destroying them, they preferred to force them to stop. This gave Owen and his team a chance, and they were able to forcefully charge through with brute force several times.
Cross the roadblock.
"Hold on, we're here..."
Patrick's voice came from the intercom, and everyone cheered up. The Drug Enforcement Administration building could be seen in front of them. The entrance had long been blocked by roadblocks, and machine guns were set up. Only the width of a car was left, and the wall on the side was blocked.
Machine guns and shooters were also deployed.
From the moment Owen and his convoy appeared, fierce gunfire rang out. Under the cover of the Drug Enforcement Administration, the convoy roared into the Drug Enforcement Administration from the entrance, but the pursuers behind it were blocked.