Brody and his n scrambled out of their cars to take cover behind nearby piles of rocks, so diving into ditches, all raising their guns to shoot at the helicopter in the sky.
The windshield of the helicopter made popping noises and quickly developed web-like cracks.
"Ascend! Ascend!"
Even the helicopter had to temporarily retreat from the fierce assault of the drug traffickers.
A cornered dog will jump over a wall.
These drug traffickers transporting narcotics were like cornered dogs, fighting desperately.
"Get in the car! Retreat! Back to the tunnel!"
Brody was relieved that they were less than a kiloter away from the tunnel.
If they got in the car, its speed should be fast enough to escape back.
The only loss would be a secret tunnel.
But that was far better than losing one's life.
Just as they got in the car and started to turn around, the helicopter swung back into action.
The Drug Enforcent Administration's snipers were not to be underestimated either, with their sophisticated night-vision systems allowing them to shoot as if it were dayti.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
He kept firing, preventing the drug traffickers from escaping.
The driver of Brody's vehicle was hit quickly, the bullet piercing through between his neck and shoulder blade.
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
Brody grabbed the steering wheel, pushed the door open, and shoved the driver out of the car.
The n in the backseat watched all of this in shock.
"He's dead!"
Brody growled like a wounded old wolf, climbing into the driver's seat, and stomped the gas pedal to the floor.
The engine roared violently, and the car sped forward, kicking up thick dust in the desert.
With the tunnel entrance only a few hundred ters away, Brody saw hope.
Being caught would have dire consequences.
The DEA would doubtlessly go to great lengths to pry his mouth open, to extract more organizational secrets from him.
But if he revealed even the slightest bit, his family in xico wouldn't survive.
Hounds would eventually perish in the mountains.
One must be prepared for this reality when involved in the drug trade.
To die was only a matter of ti.
Just as he thought he might have a chance to escape, a helicopter sped over the top of his vehicle, kicking up a dust storm that engulfed his view ahead.
The helicopter executed a rapid turn in the air, pointed its nose directly at Brody's off-road vehicle, and then hovered about several tens of ters in front of him.
The sniper leaned out halfway from the cabin and pulled the trigger aid at Brody.
Almost simultaneously, Brody noticed the opposing sniper was about to attack; he sharply turned the wheel, the off-road vehicle fishtailing, its high-speed linear sprint abruptly changing direction, the vehicle tipping over and flipping onto its roof in the desert.
Brody cut the seatbelt and climbed out of the driver's compartnt, now just over three hundred ters from the tunnel entrance.
Run!
It was the only thought in his head.
Even at that mont, he didn't forget to retrieve the M4A1 assault rifle from the driver's compartnt, aiming at the helicopter and pulling the trigger madly.
Dada Dada—
The muzzle spat out long tongues of fla.
Soon, the entire magazine was empty.
Struck by bullets, the helicopter pilot instinctively gained altitude.
Seizing the mont, Brody sprinted.
But soon, he was illuminated by a light beam from above, like prey locked in the sights of a hunter.
It was then he realized there wasn't just one helicopter in the sky around him...
Three!
Three from different directions.
In the distant darkness, more than twenty pairs of headlights pierced the night, and their bright lights made it seem like daylight.
"Damn it..."
Brody glanced at the assault rifle in his hand and then threw it away.
He didn't run any longer.
Because there was no escape.
Even just three hundred ters.
There was no chance of making it to the tunnel.
In that case, it was better to keep the tunnel secret and preserve so secrets.
He reached into his pocket.
The sound of a loudspeaker blared from above—
"We are the Drug Enforcent Administration's FAST team. You are surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender imdiately, or we will take action!"
The voice from above did have an inexplicably shocking force, like divine chants descending from heaven, making one's head buzz.
In front of the heavily ard agents, the drug traffickers on the ground were as weak as infants, with no chance to resist.
Many dropped their weapons and obediently lay on the ground with their hands over their heads, ready to be searched in a gesture of surrender.
Brody knew that it was over.
FAST is an acronym, its full na translates to "Foreign-deployed Advisory and Support Teams," which sounds completely unrelated to combating drug lords and trafficking.
But do not underestimate this DEA task force, for it is one of the elite violent departnts within the federal system of the United States, definitely in the category of Special Forces.
Its budget and operations are virtually unchallenged by Congress, and the dia calls this SWAT team one of the most mysterious action units within the federal governnt, its secrecy on par with the Central Intelligence Agency.
The greatest privilege of the DEA's FAST unit is overseas enforcent. As soon as there's reliable information linking to major drug lords overseas, these mysterious and powerful cops, as elusive as dragons, appear anywhere to apprehend and take down targets.
"Damn... even FAST has arrived..."
Brody looked around and didn't see Song Heping and the others.
Maybe they hadn't arrived yet...
Maybe...
His hand found his phone in his pocket, and by mory of the keypad, he hit the ergency send button.
A ssage that had been prepared earlier was sent out.
Then, he took out his phone, threw it on the ground, pulled out his handgun, and fired three shots at the phone, shattering it.
The sniper in the helicopter began asking his superior, "That guy seems to be destroying evidence!"
"Stop him!"
The sniper imdiately raised his muzzle, aiming for Brody's non-lethal areas.
Just then, everyone suddenly saw Brody shove the barrel of the handgun into his mouth and fiercely pull the trigger.
Bang—
A spray of blood along with bone fragnts and brain matter like tofu flew in all directions, flashing a bloody beauty under the glaring white light.
After the gunshot, Brody fell limp to the ground, dead.
Ten minutes later.
Song Heping's phone rang near Tusen.
He took out the phone and pressed the call button, and Kelly's voice ca through.
"All the goods are secured, and everything went smoothly. We can proceed with the next step of the plan. Good luck."
"Got it," Song Heping nodded and ended the call.
While Song Heping spoke with Kelly, far away in a villa on the outskirts of Monterrey, xico, Balrot's phone screen lit up his pale face.
"Total annihilation..."
His mind whirled with thoughts.
Brody had sent a ssage.
So had the other two trading spots.
Sothing was wrong.
Balrot couldn't figure out why things had gone south.
Where did the problem arise?
Who let the information slip?
If it had been one location, it would have been understandable.
But with three trading places in trouble at once, there had to be an issue on his side.
Yet he still didn't consider Song Heping.
After all, that guy had only received the trade location at the last minute; even if he were an undercover, it wasn't possible to organize action by the tactical police departnts in three places all at once.
Moreover, the other side had lost ten tons of top-grade stuff.
If the bait was real, it was too big.
It didn't make sense.
However, he no longer had ti to ponder these things.
The most pressing matter was to move, as this place was no longer safe.
The contingency plan he had prepared over the years now ca into play.
"Norris, co to my house imdiately... sothing's happened. Proceed with the evacuation plan right away. My family and I need to go into hiding. Arrange it now."
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