Although the v100 commando armored vehicle is a wheeled vehicle, it has armor that can withstand rifle fire and a powerful engine. The U.S. police even installed two armored vehicles of the same type with barrier breakers to deal with domestic martial artists. Plenty of rednecks.
But now, the armored vehicle racing along the road at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour rushed straight towards a stunned young man blocking the middle of the road.
The latter was dumbfounded when he saw the armored vehicle not slowing down at all. He thought the people coming were Colombian police, but now it looked like they were not!
The thug who woke up rushed to the stinking ditch without saying a word, and within a second of him rushing out, the car drove past the place where he was standing.
The thug, half of his body buried in the stinking ditch, was still struggling hard, trying to crawl out from the place that was tens of centimeters deep. Then, he heard the sudden braking of the car.
Then came the rapid pace and a stream of English.
"Kneel down and put your head in your hands!"
When the unlucky guy tried his best to climb out of the stinking ditch, before he could raise his head, a military boot stepped on his back again, pushing him into the sewage again.
The thug was caught off guard and immediately drank several mouthfuls of sewage. Then he felt a light weight on his back. He was so annoyed that he didn't even bother to wipe the mud. He got up and was about to open his mouth.
Then, he saw his companions putting their hands behind their heads and kneeling obediently on the side of the road. Standing beside them were a group of people wearing khaki and dark gray casual clothes, but fully armed. soldiers.
"You, kneel over there too!"
"You know who we are..."
The thug was still a little unconvinced, but as soon as he finished saying this, he was kicked hard in the crook of his leg. Before the kicked thug could react, another kick hit him in the head.
In order to increase the protection, PC's boots have steel plates on the toes. He kicked the unfortunate guy so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. Then, PC kicked him directly into the smelly ditch, preparing to wake him up.
As for his companions, they knelt aside very honestly and looked at the beaten companions with gloating. After all, their eyes were not blind. In addition to the strange spades chariot logo on their arms, these guys also had a gray Low-resolution American flag.
Only a few days after the collapse of the Medellin Cartel, Pablo was shot to death randomly on the street, and his body was put on display as an exhibit. Who was responsible for all this? Not even the Americans. Pablo, who was at the height of his power, has fallen. They have no ability and no value. The Americans kill them easily, so it is better to be honest.
While the PC team behind the scenes controlled the Los Pepes thugs on the side of the road, the convoy continued to move forward. The arrogant and domineering convoy did not care about any traffic lights and rushed directly to the bank in one breath.
Before the car could stop, the armed soldiers on top filed out and rushed into the bank. The armed armored vehicles turned around and firmly established a blockade around the bank.
"Who are you? This is a private bank..."
When the soldiers rushed into the bank lobby, a man in a suit with a nameplate bearing the name of the lobby manager tried to stop the former, but he was alone and no one paid attention to him as he stood there.
"Are you the manager?"
Wearing a tactical bunny hat and sunglasses, Shepard strode into the bank and asked.
"It's me, this is a private company, even if it's the military..."
"Who is your boss?"
"Our boss..." Kan Shula
The manager was about to reply subconsciously, but then fell silent.
Because if nothing else, their boss has been dead for many days, and his body is probably turned into ashes by now!
"We are a legal business here!"
"It's not up to you to decide whether it's legal or not. Pablo's business is not legal, that's what we said, so now, this place is going to be expropriated by us!"
"you……"
"Stop talking nonsense,
Take us to the vault! "
The manager's face immediately became embarrassed. It was obvious that he was also an insider and might be tasked with guarding the last treasure of the empire. But now it seems that he, the guardian of the empire, is obviously going to be laid off!
And just when Shepard was about to ask the manager to take them down, a report came from outside the bank that the people from Los Pepes were approaching.
"You go, I'll handle it here!"
Agent Raza took off his sunglasses, raised his eyebrows excitedly, and then turned around and walked towards the door of the bank.
As soon as he went out, he saw at least a hundred people approaching the bank.
"Greedy guy!"
Raza slowly walked down the steps, and then watched the thugs getting closer. Then, a rather arrogant Huang Mao walked out of the crowd.
"This place has been taken over by our Cali Group. I think it's best for you to leave quickly, lest Mr. Gilberto get angry?"
"Cali? Gilberto? You know, even if he came to my place, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this!"
Raza stepped forward unceremoniously and punched Huang Mao on the head.
The latter's face immediately blossomed, with sour, sweet, red and white flowers flowing down. When seeing Huang Mao being beaten, the men he brought with him immediately stepped forward, and then they all started to squirt. The sound of the bolt being pulled.
Although these commando armored vehicles are not equipped with 2 Laoganma heavy machine guns, they still have one 60, and some vehicles are even equipped with two. With the firepower of these machine guns, it is simply not what this Los Pepes thugs can do. As a result, the thugs who were about to move immediately put out the fire.
Raza, on the other hand, pulled Huang Mao's head, walked to the armored vehicle, and pressed his face hard against the small national flag pattern.
"Your Cali Group's hands are really long!"
Only now did Huang Mao clearly see the Stars and Stripes on the car, and he immediately began to greet the boy with cerebral palsy who reported the news to his eighteen generations of ancestors.
If he had known that he was an American, what was he doing here? He thought it was the government coming to take over the assets of the Medellin Group, and he specifically wanted to send the police away, but unexpectedly, he hit the iron plate!
"What, maybe this is a misunderstanding!"
Huang Mao explained incoherently, but Raza didn't care if it was a misunderstanding. He grabbed Huang Mao's head and gave it a heavy smack.
"Misunderstanding, then go to the prison to explain the misunderstanding, arrest them all, and kill them all on the spot if they dare to run away!"
Then, Raza let go of Huang Mao and continued.
"I really want to hear how Gilberto wants to explain it to us. You can come too then!"
