The convoy came to a sudden stop and stopped in front of the building. The heavily armed soldiers jumped out of the car and handed the injured to the arriving Drug Enforcement Administration officers. The remaining people rushed to the door with weapons in hand.
The entrance they had entered had been sealed with sandbags, and Drug Enforcement Administration officers operating machine guns and various automatic weapons were shooting at armed drug dealers outside.
The bullet hit the sandbag with a popping sound, and a splash of blood spattered. The policeman operating the machine gun tilted his body. The bullet scratched a gash in his neck, and blood spurted out, making it wet in a blink of an eye.
"Take him away..."
Bayev shouted at the people from the Drug Enforcement Administration, he dragged the wounded out of the shooting position, and then handed it over to other people from the Drug Enforcement Administration, while he skillfully operated the previous machine gun.
Under his operation, the m249 erupted with a rhythmic clicking sound, instantly beating a guy approaching outside to a bloody gourd.
The support had just arrived, and three of the people who had been guarding the gate were knocked down, one died on the spot, and the other two were injured. The injured were quickly taken down, and the people who arrived filled the empty seats. Fortunately, they arrived in time.
, the firepower only weakened for a moment, and did not provide any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.
"reload~~"
Owen yelled and retracted the bunker and changed the magazine. The guys outside were really crazy. Armed drug dealers actually dared to openly attack violent government agencies in broad daylight. This was too exaggerated.
What is even more exaggerated is that the Drug Enforcement Administration, a violent agency that the government pretends to be, is actually somewhat unable to defeat the opponent.
Owen, who had put on a new magazine, popped out half of his body and kept firing. Every time he fired, a guy fell to the ground, but this couldn't stop the people outside at all. There were still countless guys stepping on the corpses of their companions.
Forward thrust.
The members of the Omega and Phantom teams covered each other to change magazines, and soon the new magazine that Owen had just replaced ran out. The two sides guarded a small door and fired at each other, bullets flying randomly. So far, only a few from the Drug Enforcement Administration
People were killed or wounded, and the men and horses on Owen's side were only scratched at most, but not directly shot.
The defender always has an advantage over the attacker, and generally speaking, although there are many people on the opposite side, they are all a mob, and their marksmanship is not very good.
"I have called the Mexican navy, they will be here soon..."
"Then let them hurry up..."
Not far away, Patrick reloaded himself and shouted at Owen.
Owen raised his hand and shot a guy hiding behind the car with two shots, and then retracted his head. The next second, several rounds of bullets hit the sandbag he was on in retaliation with a popping sound.
Irving has killed many people on the other side during this period, and he is obviously being targeted by someone with serious intentions.
Although the Drug Enforcement Administration's side had a higher hit rate, it could not withstand the enemies that kept coming over. Both sides maintained a delicate balance, but this balance was broken in an instant.
"rpg~~~"
The shepherd yelled and ran out from behind the bunker, flying to one side. Several people nearby were not slow in their movements and all moved out of the way as fast as they could. Regardless of whether they were embarrassed or not, as long as they could escape with their lives.
A rocket hit the sandbag accurately and exploded into a ball of fire. Fortunately, the shepherd was quick to spot the opportunity and gave a warning in advance. The opponent's target was very clear, which was Bayev operating the machine gun.
Bayev is a master of machine guns. In previous missions, because every pickup truck of the Drug Enforcement Administration was equipped with a machine gun, Bayev equipped himself with an assault rifle.
After returning to the Drug Enforcement Agency and picking up a machine gun, it was equivalent to returning to the field he was best at, and Bayev began his acting time.
One person almost had the effect of several shooters, and the opponent was suppressed miserably by him. Someone had been targeting him for a long time. More than one person wanted to use RPG to destroy Bayev's firepower, but the RPG shooters were always in the sniper group.
Only by focusing on the target of attention can Bayev's firepower be sustained until now.
However, there were times when the tiger took a nap, and even the three snipers still had something they couldn't notice. Everyone returned to their posts and used bullets to keep the opponent away.
Just after this delay, Owen suddenly realized that the opponent's attack seemed a little different. Shepherd and Ghost also discovered something was wrong at the same time. The opponent's attack just now was obviously disorganized and a standard gangster style, but now it was different. There was an obvious difference.
The layering is better, and the impact point is more precise than before.
"Boss, this new group of people are professionals, please be careful..."
The weaver from the high sniper position reminded through the headset that he could see more clearly from high up. The newly arrived group of people were definitely not comparable to the previous gang of hooligans. They had obvious traces of professional soldiers.
"Find their leader and kill him..."
As soon as the Shepherd's order was issued, his chest shook. With a crisp sound, the whole person was brought down by the huge kinetic energy. A bullet accurately hit his chest. The only thing to be thankful for was that their tactical vests were all equipped with
The bullet was blocked.
At the same time, the Weaver in the sniper position suddenly rolled and fell from the height, and there was a bullet hole in his original position. The next second, Swager urgently adjusted his direction and found the sniper on the opposite side.
Hand, aim, fire, all at once, the opponent's sniper's head explodes with blood mist, killing him with one shot.
Just as his heartbeat was about to start, he rescued the weaver. The weaver had already climbed up from the ground, and his keen intuition saved his life. It seemed that the new arrivals from the opposite side were quite troublesome, and they almost lost their force as soon as they arrived.
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"Owen, it's Dorok Sanchez, but I can't hit him. He has a strong sense of counter-sniper..."
After hearing the content of the ghost report in the headset, Owen finally knew who their opponent was. No wonder, what looked like a ragtag group just now suddenly turned into an elite.
Before coming to Mexico, the information provided by Shabaitian included information about Doroque Sanchez. He was the younger brother of Leta Sanchez and the uncle of Mario Sanchez. He once served in the Green Hat.
He leads the sharpest knife of the Sanchez Group. Most of his subordinates are retired military police from various countries, and even some members of the special forces. The combat effectiveness is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary drug traffickers. Such an armed force each of Mexico's six major drug trafficking groups
Groups have it, and it is their capital that dares to fight against the government.
These guys have sophisticated weapons and high tactical literacy. No wonder the shepherd and the weaver almost got hit just now.
The attack outside is still continuing. Owen and the others feel the pressure this time, because the opponent has snipers, and even Bayev's machine gun power has been reduced a lot, and the opponent's RPG is much more accurate than those ordinary drug dealers. Owen's side