"Damn, those guys!"
Looking at the crazy firepower ahead, the commander of the Barvo detachment couldn't help but change his expression. Although killing the drug dealers did not put any psychological pressure on him, looking at the pulpy corpses that had been repeatedly shot, even for someone like him The veterans all had scalp numbness.
"Ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire, I'm telling you to ceasefire!"
Seeing that no one survived, but the bodies were still being cleared by bullets, the commander immediately grabbed the radio and cursed.
The shooters who were scolded severely stopped shooting without any satisfaction. Then they looked around and found that the bullet casings piled up around them could even reach their ankles.
Because of the long distance, the shooters could not see the tragic scenes of the corpses being torn apart by bullets, so they had no psychological burden when fighting, and even got more excited because of the roaring gunshots.
But now, just to enjoy the moment, they had to withdraw from the battlefield to cool down their weapons and reload ammunition.
The Bravo detachment did not continue to advance. They continued to stay where they were, waiting for the follow-up Charile detachment to arrive.
Soon, the Huey helicopters loaded with PCs flew over the battlefield. The oh6 helicopters accompanying them as escorts entered the airport and began to bombard the distant functional areas with rockets. They waited until the Hueys put down the personnel and then returned. time, they will also return together to resupply ammunition, and continue to repeat the previous process until the second batch of PCs arrives again.
Two Huey helicopters made four trips back and forth before sending all the Charile team to the battlefield. On the fourth trip, they even brought agents from the CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration on board.
The former jumped off the plane and immediately became excited when he smelled the smoke mixed with the smell of blood, while the latter immediately vomited a piece after smelling the pungent blood.
"Is this place a slaughterhouse?"
One agent vomited so much that he threw the submachine gun aside. Fortunately, the PC on the side handed him a kettle, which made him feel better.
"It's not a slaughterhouse, but it's almost the same. Look there!"
Hearing PC say this, curiosity made the Drug Enforcement Administration agent raise his head, and then he saw the hell more than a hundred meters away. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the flowing blood dyed a large area of land red, and even They all flowed into the sea, and not even a single intact body could be found in it.
Seeing this, the Drug Enforcement Administration agent immediately felt nauseous again, and then he vomited so much that he couldn't even stand still, and could only half kneel on the ground.
"Let them vomit and let's move on!"
The CIA agents, who didn't feel any discomfort at all, simply packed up their equipment and then took the lead in attacking the remaining functional areas on the island.
Taking advantage of this time, the Charile team had assembled the K19 grenade launcher they had brought. Then, under the cover of forty millimeter grenades and the roar of the Gatling bird helicopter overhead, the PCs completed the assembly. Randomly start moving forward.
Having lost almost two-thirds of his men, the drug dealer commander has fallen into deep self-doubt. His brain has completely shut down. He is still thinking about that hell. Without his command, the remaining drug traffickers can only Can resist spontaneously with courage.
But their enemy had already crossed that hell and struck them in the face.
The Bird helicopter equipped with a Gatling gun was also an infantry harvester. The roaring machine gun swept across the rooftops, ruthlessly tearing apart the unlucky ones who chose the wrong defensive position.
And the drug dealers hiding in the houses and buildings have nowhere to hide. These little bird helicopters are as nimble as dragonflies, and the pilots can even clean every suspicious window.
The drug dealers thought that they could push back the enemy by standing up in the buildings in the functional area, but they didn't know that close combat has always been the focus of training for Shadow Company PCs. If everyone enters this kind of close combat, they will still suffer. them.
After the two combat units entered the functional area, they immediately divided into combat groups according to normal training and began to clean the building. They carried enough grenades and bombs.
He used medicine to clean the building in an orderly manner, tearing down the door, blasting the wall, and even shattering the floor.
The drug dealers thought they had a good position in the room, but their opponents seemed to be unpredictable, always attacking from blind corners they didn't notice, using grenades to open the way, machine guns to suppress them, and even those crazy PCs to open the way directly with machine guns. The medium-power bullet is enough to penetrate the fragile wall and kill the guy hiding inside.
And this is still a normal situation. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, it is a rocket launcher. PCs carry a lot of rocket launchers equipped with high-explosive warheads, which can be used to blow up wooden buildings with ease.
Under the fierce attacks of the PCs, the drug dealers retreated steadily. Only a few people were able to escape from the defensive positions alive, and most of them simply fell asleep.
Soon, the PC blocked a dozen drug dealers in a two-story building.
The PCs wanted to continue the attack, but the Bird helicopter, which had completed supplies, flew to the battlefield again, and the armed speedboat also changed its ammunition and gun barrels. Under the strong request of the pilot, the PCs could only watch the former. Take away the attack mission.
Then came the relentless fire from the sky and the sea.
"gungungungungun!"
The pilot of the bird was controlling the helicopter to circle the building while watching the deputy shooter going crazy on the side, and the shooters on the sea were not far behind, everyone was roaring and spraying bullets.
"Suddenly I feel a little pity for those guys!"
A CIA agent suddenly sighed as he looked at the building walls that were peeled off bit by bit by bullets.
The pincer attack from the double firepower lasted until the Bird helicopter fired all the bullets. There was no intact place in the entire building, and it was all filled with dense gun holes. After finishing shooting the machine gun, the pilot still felt that it was not enough, and then He fired several more rockets until the two-story building started to burn.
The miserable appearance of this two-story building also woke up the few remaining drug dealers. Coupled with the fact that the potency of the drugs had faded, the last dozen or so people were unable to continue to resist firmly and instead lost their minds. He unloaded his weapon and walked out of the bunker in fear with his hands raised.
"We surrender, we surrender, don't kill us, please!"
The drug dealers, crying like babies, lay on the ground obediently. They didn't even dare to show any dissatisfaction or resistance in the face of the PC's rough search. After all, the muzzles of the guns were still smoking and the bayonets were stained with blood. It's really not a joke.
