After receiving various intelligence on the situation of the mansion from Song Heping, the assault team quickly launched an attack on the mansion.
Up ahead on the highway was the large iron gate of the mansion, which was already guarded by many mbers of the Sinaloa cartel.
On both the left and right sides were two hills and orchards, with higher terrain; hence the gate area was actually the most vulnerable point for breaching the entire mansion.
The "Watcher" squad served as Team A, the DEA's overseas operation squad as Team B, and the xican Marine Corps dispatched a platoon to assist in the attack.
According to the attack plan devised by Wilson, Teams A and B would infiltrate from the left and right sides respectively.
Team A was responsible for attacking from the right side of the main gate, then securing the periter wall, using long-range fire to suppress the Sinaloa mbers in the courtyard, and covering the demolition of the main gate.
Team B, led by the captain of the DEA overseas operation squad, Faraday, would enter from the left side of the gate and detour towards the swimming pool, progressing directly into the house from there to search.
The operation roles were clearly divided, with each of the two groups taking responsibility for one half of the main building complex of the mansion, eting in the middle.
Philips, a mber of the "Watcher" squad, took out a thermal imaging viewer and scanned the woods on the right side of the mansion in front.
Behind the barbed wire, he spotted two sentry posts and three patrolling sentries.
Putting down the thermal viewer, he powered up the PAD strapped on his forearm, marked the posts, and then gathered all the team mbers together.
"Five points in total; you take nine o'clock; you take eleven o'clock..."
After allocating the positions of three enemies hidden in the woods near the entrance of the mansion to three assault team mbers, he pressed the talk button.
"Watch Commander, one person is up in the watchtower on the right side of the mansion, one behind a tree; can you see them? Over."
"We see them. We'll take care of these ones; you clear the rest."
"Understood."
Since the woods were relatively hard to defend, the Sinaloa mbers smartly constructed watchtowers over them, standing over five ters tall, allowing sentries to surveil from high above.
Additionally, they mounted searchlights on the towers and installed small motors that could shine in different directions at set tis or be manually controlled by sentries to illuminate suspicious areas upon hearing any disturbances and detect potential threats.
Because the mansion was now under siege, most of them had entered alert positions, ready to fight to the death against the assault team at a mont's notice.
Song Heping observed for a while and couldn't help but say to Wilson, "I didn't expect the drug trafficker's n to be so loyal to their boss. Even under these circumstances, they're not fleeing?"
"Flee?" said Wilson. "Song, you don't understand xico. mbers of such drug trafficking organizations were either orphans adopted by the group when they were young, or if not orphans, their families are definitely under soone else's control. If you die, your family can receive a considerable settlent fee. If you run away and the organization finds out, your family won't survive either."
"No wonder..." Song Heping suddenly realized.
Now, Song Heping no longer needed to fight personally upfront. He stood behind the vehicle, watching as three Watcher squad mbers, like ghosts, slowly approached the patrolling sentry hidden in the woods, stopping only when they were about ten plus ters away.
Looking at the Watcher squad mbers' silent and stealthy tactical movents as they approached the enemy, Song developed a respect for them. Even though the "Watchers" had been outplayed by him twice, the quality and tactical foundation of these people were truly exceptional.
These were elite mbers of the Watcher squads, approaching like snakes, managing to remain calm enough to get within ten plus ters of the opposition without making a sound during the advance. This level of tactical movent, experience, and courage was not sothing ordinary Special Forces soldiers could achieve.
"We are in position."
Wilson's earpiece received a report from his squad mbers.
"Wait for Rock to make a move, then open fire imdiately."
Rock was the team's sniper.
It was common for the sniper to take the first shot in an operation.
Raising the thermal imager, Wilson targeted the Sinaloa ard mber on the watchtower, calmly saying, "Rock, hurry up, make your move."
"OK, let send him to hell."
More than three hundred ters away, Rock adjusted his shooting posture slightly, allowing his palms to relax, gently laying them on the grip of the MK12 sniper rifle as if caressing his beloved girl, with his index finger slightly extending into the trigger guard and lightly resting on the trigger.
Hiss—
At the mont the trigger was pulled, Rock's shoulder moved slightly; the MK12's silencer worked well, its sound was audible in the night but difficult to pinpoint the direction from afar.
The Sinaloa mber on the high tower fell, and another comrade imdiately rushed to turn on the searchlight.
Whoosh—
A bright beam of light illuminated the darkness outside the gate.
Hiss—
Rock fired a second shot.
The replacent Sinaloa mber was killed instantly.
As Rock fired, gunfire erupted all around like popping beans.
The xican Marine Corps brought several VCR TT armored personnel carriers for this operation, demonstrating serious commitnt.
When Song Heping saw these armored vehicles, he was genuinely shocked.
He finally had a firsthand experience of the social ecology of xico.
Before, he had heard that drug lords were more arrogant than the xican governnt.
But that was just what he heard, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
Seeing these several VCR TTs, his heart was shocked.
These things were older than him. The body was made of all-welded steel plates, with a maximum power of only 155 horsepower. They were thin-skinned, with fillings too big, where a 12.7 caliber machine gun could easily tear apart their armor.
The only advantage was an Arican-style M2 heavy machine gun, colloquially known as "Lao Ganma," mounted on the roof, which could still make do against drug traffickers and suppress so firepower.
And given the drug traffickers had shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles inside the estate, no wonder the Marine mbers did not dare to drive the armored vehicles directly towards the gate. If there were machine guns of 12.7 calibers inside, the VCR TT, this kind of junk car, couldn't withstand it.
"Why don't you let them call for a few thicker armored vehicles to co over? Wouldn't it save a lot of trouble to just ram the gate open?"
Song Heping was watching the battle and complaining to Wilson.
"They have already deployed the Marine Corps, and they are still so stingy?"
Wilson took a glance at Song Heping and said, "These six old VRC TT armored vehicles were borrowed from the Army. Do you think the xican military is like the US Army? Their entire Marine Corps only has 25 antiquated amphibious armored vehicles, thinner than this."
Song Heping's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
He knew they were poor.
But he didn't expect them to be this poor.
He used to think the PLA was poor, but compared with the xican military, they're definitely wealthy.
No wonder the drug lords are so arrogant.
Who wouldn't be arrogant with such a huge gap?
Fortunately, the equipnt of the "Watcher" and the DEA's overseas division was not bad, and with the assistance of drones in the air for reconnaissance, the enemies near the gate were quickly cleared.
"There's no one near the front gate now, break it down!"
Watcher team mber Albert occupied the right wall and waved to let the VCR TT armored vehicles on the road co forward and ram open the gate.
One armored car, like an old bull gasping for air, rumbled and emitted white smoke as it charged with all its might to the gate and slamd into the big iron door.
The big iron door swayed, but it didn't open.
Song Heping was frowning as he watched through the night-vision telescope from a distance.
This damn thing...
Just not powerful enough.
Thud—
The armored vehicle backed up a few ters, then throttled up and ramd again.
The big iron door shook violently once more.
But still didn't open.
"F***!"
Song Heping couldn't help but turn to ask Wilson, "Isn't this supposed to be a US-xico anti-drug collaboration? Could you at least sponsor a few more of your Stryker armored vehicles or Humvees, you're supposedly neighbors and brothers, right? So stingy! There's no sincerity in the anti-drug effort..."
Wilson could hear the mockery in Song Heping's tone.
Both the CIA and DEA were actually deeply entangled in the whole drug trafficking network in Arica, even extending to Europe, a fact unknown to others, but known to Song Heping.
Wasn't it because ELN was disobedient and out of control that they assisted AUC in trying to kill off ELN ard groups?
Hiding dirty deeds under the pretext of anti-drug efforts.
"This is a matter for the politicians..." he deflected.
"Alright then!" Song Heping's smile beca even more aningful: "Now it's the politicians' matter again, but when sothing happens in the future, politicians will say it's your matter, passing the buck around, who can't do that?"
Wilson was so annoyed he laughed and said you should go run for president of our country if you're so capable.
Song Heping thought, there's no need to run for your country's presidency, but soday when I'm wealthy, I definitely want to be a behind-the-scenes boss, sponsoring so election funds is possible.
"Tell them to hurry up! If they don't break in soon, Balrot and his n will have run away!"
Provoked by Song Heping's scolding, Wilson also beca anxious, yelling at the commander of the Sea and Land forces: "If that doesn't work, send two vehicles to ram, if they break, we'll replace it with Humvees!"
Finally, amidst Song Heping's mocking voice, Wilson's angry curses, and the relentless efforts of the two VRC TT armored vehicles, the gate was smashed open, a wide crack like the laughing mouth of a child.
Just when everyone thought that the last hit would definitely break the gate open, Watcher team mber Albert, who had taken a position on top of the wall, suddenly shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! Get away from the gate!"
As he spoke, he also continuously shot towards the inside.
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