"Boss, we've lost sight of them!"
Caught off guard, the Los Zetas Organization's assault team mbers had no idea that Song Heping would pull such a trick.
It was like a squid muddying the entire sea.
"Block their lead vehicle! Once it's blocked, they won't be able to escape!"
Lascano was yelling frantically over the communication channel.
"First group, take out the lead vehicle!"
He knew very well that it was like blocking a stream to catch fish.
Once both ends are blocked, no matter how turbid the water in the middle is, the fish can't escape.
The first three vehicles of the convoy made a frantic breakthrough forward, but, as expected, Lascano's other group of rocket launcher operators didn't disappoint, firing three warheads that flipped the lead vehicle over.
This ti the road was well and truly blocked.
Boom boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
Amidst the gunfire, the low thud of grenade launchers continued to rhythmically sound off, albeit subtly.
The smoke on the highway and in the woods grew thicker and thicker.
"The lead vehicle is down!"
"Machine gun cover, assault group advance, finish them off."
"The rear vehicle is turning around!"
"Don't let them turn around! Finish them off!"
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
The third group of rocket launcher operators at the forefront of the ambush circle fired rockets frantically.
But this ti, they made a mistake.
Due to the smoke bombs now taking effect, the operators couldn't see the targets clearly, and their RPG rockets completely missed the rear vehicle.
During the crisis, a Los Zetas assault team mber directly charged over, detonated the explosives already strapped to his body, and slamd into the rear vehicle.
Boom—
In the huge explosion, even the reinforced bulletproof vehicle was left sprawled on the road.
The people inside the vehicle were not blown up on the spot but were left dazed and confused.
Soone opened the car door.
Several Los Zetas Organization assault team mbers rushed over and opened fire on the Sinoloa mbers as they got out of the vehicle.
Up close, the disoriented Sinoloa mbers were shot and imdiately went cold before they could react.
Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and a thick scent of blood filled the smoke.
Song Heping got out from the other side of the vehicle, already wearing a gas mask.
A Los Zetas Organization assault team mber had charged down from the hillside; Song Heping saw that this guy charged forward like a fearless robot, disregarding whether there were any Sinoloa mbers shooting at him, just like a robot holding his gun and sweeping gunfire as he moved toward the convoy.
A Sinoloa mber fired at him, but after taking two shots, the guy only swayed before turning his gun to riddle the other with bullets, turning him into a beehive.
Song Heping raised his HK G36C and fired a burst into the man's head.
Finally, his life was ended.
"These guys seem like they're on a stimulant, aim for the head!"
Suddenly, he understood why the Los Zetas Organization was so infamously fierce and brutal.
These guys must have a secret weapon.
And that weapon was stimulants.
In this damn place of xico, there were drugs you couldn't imagine but none you couldn't find.
All sorts of traditional cocaine or new types of synthetic hallucinogens were available.
Once soone used that stuff, they were like fighters facing death with no fear.
Boom—
Just after he warned the others, another Los Zetas Organization assault team mber directly rushed to blow himself up with a vehicle.
At this point, the road was ablaze with fire.
Song Heping quickly estimated—just over two minutes had passed.
At least four vehicles were wrecked.
As for how many people the Sinoloa side lost, he wasn't clear.
The smoke was everywhere, and Song Heping couldn't see anyone other than Jiang Feng.
"White Bear! Hunter! Report your situation!"
"Boss, these madn..."
White Bear's voice was soon cut off.
Clearly, he was being suppressed by gunfire.
"Queen is injured!"
"Is it serious?!"
"Boss, I'm fine... Got shot in the arm!"
Ping ping ping—
Ping ping ping—
The sound of bullets hitting the bulletproof vehicle interrupted the conversation once again.
The scene was in utter chaos.
Song Heping took cover behind the wheel and kept firing.
He couldn't let any of the assault team mbers get close.
These guys were all strapped with bombs.
They ca ready to blow themselves up.
Damn it, that's not how you play the ga!
"Three more minutes! We have three minutes!"
Song Heping kept firing as he shouted, "Did we use up all the smoke bombs?!"
"We've used them all up!"
Hunter was screaming from sowhere.
The assault team mbers were flooding in like a tide.
Suddenly, Song Heping felt a pain in his shoulder.
He touched it and found it sticky.
Probably grazed by a ricochet.
The entire situation was very unfavorable for the Sinoloa convoy.
The enemy clearly had the upper hand in firepower and terrain as well.
There were more of them, shooting down from high up on the hillside to cover the advancing assault team.
The assault team responsible for close combat was made up of suicide attackers.
Each of them had explosives strapped to their bodies.
In the end, they would charge and pull the detonator, dying together with the people from Sinoloa.
Watching everything from the hillside, Lascano's stern face revealed a smile.
Victory.
At this mont, he was almost certain that he had the upper hand.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, in ten minutes, they could enter the cleanup stage of the battlefield.
It seed that the Chinese wasn't that much after all.
Previously, others had mythologized this man too much.
Before a forr mber of the Army Special Forces like himself, wasn't he crushed effortlessly without any power to fight back?
It was impossible to see the cars or the people on the highway anymore.
No one knew how many smoke bombs had been fired or how many smoke grenades had been thrown.
Lascano continued to issue fatal commands over the channel: "Everyone push forward, slaughter them all, leave none behind! Don't let them escape in the smoke!"
Now, his biggest worry was that the people in the convoy would take advantage of the smoke cover to slip into the woods and escape.
Logically speaking, his ambush ring was very tightly arranged, which should be impossible, but to prevent any possibility, it was still best to be cautious.
Killing them as quickly as possible, that was the ultimate effect.
Under Lascano's orders, the mbers of the Los Zetas Organization's assault teams launched an attack towards the highway...
A few minutes later, Lascano, who was observing the battle from the hillside, suddenly noticed that the gunfire on the highway seed to be fading away.
A few more minutes passed.
There was no more gunfire on the highway.
The smoke had not yet cleared.
This kind of military smoke bomb produced a lot of smoke and was not easily dispersed.
So Lascano couldn't see the specific situation on the highway.
"What's going on?!"
Suspicion arose in his mind.
"Assault Team One! Respond if you hear !"
There was no answer.
"Assault Team Two!"
Still no one answered.
"Assault Team Three!"
Again, no response.
Suddenly, the entire highway in the mountain area fell silent.
A terrifying stillness...
Lascano continued to call out: "Fire Support Group?!"
No answer.
He had just ordered everyone to push forward.
Now, only he and his three personal guards remained.
Everyone else should theoretically be battling on the highway.
Why was there no sound?
His hair stood on end.
Unpleasant thoughts began to erge from his mind.
The sky was dotted with stars, but the surroundings were frighteningly quiet.
An assault team of more than a hundred n, as if suddenly transported to another dinsion in the alley.
Gone?
Disappeared?!
"Boss, sothing seems wrong..."
His subordinate suddenly beca alard as well.
"Lansitel, go check it out!"
Lascano glanced sidelong at this subordinate of his.
He was codenad Z14.
Also a forr Special Forces mber.
"Cyril, follow him, the two of you pair up, go down and see what's happening!?"
To put Z14 at ease, he had Z15 accompany him.
"Yes..."
The two's response was hesitant.
Thick smoke still lingered on the highway, a re hundred ters or so of it.
It was like a man-eating beast lying on the highway, and within the smoke seed to be hiding monsters that could swallow people, never to erge again.
Cyril and Lansitel ford a two-man tactical team, one in front and one behind, one to the left and one to the right, proceeding in a slant formation towards the highway.
Soon, the two disappeared into the smoke.
Lascano lost sight of them.
Bang bang—
Suddenly, two gunshots ca from within the smoke.
Lascano shuddered violently.
Silence enveloped the surroundings once more, quiet reigning again.
"Let's go! Retreat!"
He suddenly realized that sothing terrible was amiss.
If not now, when?
However, just as the two turned to flee uphill, several bright tactical flashlight beams shot out from all around the woods, enveloping Lascano and his last subordinate.
Several dark figures slowly closed in from different directions.
"Drop your guns, or die."
A male voice with a clear accent—evidently not a native speaker of the local Spanish—ca through.
"You've lost, Lascano."
Under the bright lights, Lascano wanted to raise his gun, but he quickly realized that would an death.
He and his subordinate slowly raised their hands.
At this mont, he felt as comical as a frog in a field at night, caught in a farr's flashlight beam with no ability to resist.
"I've lost..."
He sighed, admitting defeat.
Then he raised his head, looking toward the direction of the voice, begrudgingly asking, "How did you manage it?"
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