When the Los Zetas Organization's stronghold in Victoria City was besieged by the military police, Song Heping and his n sat in a villa in the suburbs of Saltillo City, holding chips and beer, watching and critiquing the TV.
"This Lascano has so skills, choosing to set up his stronghold in the slums; if it were in the suburbs..."
"White Bear, we are now in the suburbs."
"So, I actually feel this place is not safe."
"What's not safe? The military police won't target us! I'm now working for the CIA, and those xican military police know the details."
"Look, look, another armored vehicle was blown up!"
"These idiots, fighting street battles with them is worse than directly bringing in a few cannons, setting the coordinates, and just bombarding that building."
"That's a slum area, one slight misfire and people will die!"
"They could do an airborne drop! Drop onto their rooftop!"
"Airborne my ass, you think Los Zetas doesn't have shoulder-fired missiles? Seeing how cautious they are, they definitely have learned their lesson from past setbacks!"
Song Heping had been silent all this ti, just watching this live news broadcast.
This was explosive news.
Even news helicopters from TV stations were flying around the nearby airspace.
Song Heping found these civilian helicopters very annoying.
The xican police's handling was really poor.
If it were him serving as the Commander, he would clear the airspace and set up a no-fly zone.
All these TV station helicopters flying around, filming the situation on the ground, basically provided a third eye for the Los Zetas Organization mbers inside the building.
If this didn't concern him personally, he'd actually call their commander and teach them how to attack.
The operation had been going on for forty minutes, and the Los Zetas mbers inside the building and in nearby areas were still fiercely resisting.
From the news, Song Heping learned that the whole slum area had been surrounded, completely sealed off.
Jiang Feng said next to him, "Old squad leader, this Lascano is really disappointing. Look at that, his stronghold's location must have been sold out by Sanchez, he's dood this ti."
Jiang Feng was right.
Although the Los Zetas Organization was resisting fiercely, they had been surrounded.
Killing all the military police and then breaking out would be a miracle, nearly impossible.
Wasn't Lascano an ex-Army Special Forces?
How did he not have this basic sense of alertness?
Had he really overestimated him?
According to Song Heping's own wishes, he didn't want Lascano to die so early.
This man had to die for sure.
But not so soon.
At least he should have fought a life and death struggle with the Gulf Group, running oil dry and lamps out.
Instead, right from the start, he got raided.
What the hell is this!
"Ah..."
He sighed.
"I didn't expect this Lascano to be so incompetent..."
He finished his beer in hand and stood up to grab another can from the fridge.
In the mont he opened the fridge, a sudden idea flashed through his mind.
"Wait a minute..."
He took the beer, closed the fridge door and went back to the television.
Jiang Feng, disinterested, got up to leave.
"There's nothing to see anymore, looks like Los Zetas are finished tonight."
Song Heping pulled open the can tab, the beer made a popping sound and bubbles ford.
Song Heping stared blankly at the opening, then after a few seconds, he said solemnly, "Not necessarily."
Jiang Feng, who had already left the sofa, turned back to look at Song Heping, "Old squad leader, it's all surrounded like this, is there still a chance? The ammunition will run out sooner or later, they can wear down Lascano and his n."
Song Heping said, "Do you guys rember Shorty once said… the drug lords here love to dig tunnels?"
"Tunnels?"
Everyone was stunned.
anwhile, inside the Los Zetas Organization's stronghold, Z8 ca to the basent entrance, he picked up a telephone handset placed on a table.
"Boss, their assault troops are 500 ters from the building, you can leave now."
"Z8, you can also evacuate with your n now!"
"Alright, boss!"
Hanging up the phone, Lascano turned to the twenty-odd people following him and said, "We can go now, move!"
The group passed through the final tunnel and slowly walked up the stairs, eventually arriving at the exit.
The exit was located in another run-down two-story house, with no furniture inside, and had two large garages on the ground floor, hiding two box trucks.
The twenty-odd Los Zetas mbers split into two groups and boarded the trucks, then soone opened the garage door.
Soon, the vehicles left the yard, heading in the opposite direction.
On the truck, Lascano took out a new phone and dialed a number.
"Noel, where are you now?"
The person on the other end was surprised to hear Lascano's voice: "Z3?"
"It's ."
"I'm at ho, my unit didn't join this operation!"
He hurriedly stated, seemingly wanting to clear any connection.
Lascano said, "I know, I'm not blaming you right now, I need so information."
"What information?" Noel hastily asked.
"I need to know all the units participating in this action, as well as the na and family situation of every person in the command layer."
Lascano's every word exuded a chilling cold.
Noel couldn't help but shiver: "This..."
"I don't have ti to chit-chat with you. Right now my people are fighting for their lives. I know you can find this information in the system. I give you fifteen minutes. If the data is not sent to my phone in fifteen minutes, you better clean yourself up for prison, and your family won't fare any better!"
Lascano's warning didn't leave room for negotiation.
Noel felt his face go numb.
He was Lascano's mole within the police.
He had always known about Z3's way of doing things.
It seed he had already escaped, although it was unclear how, but that was the reality.
If he dared to say no, his entire family would definitely end up hanging from lampposts.
"Alright, just wait. I'll do it as fast as I can!"
"Uh-huh, waiting for your news. Don't try any tricks, or you'll definitely regret it. If you handle this well, you'll still be you, and I assure you a hefty sum of money, enough for a worry-free life."
"I know..."
After hanging up, Lascano dialed several more numbers.
The whole Los Zetas Organization, which had been caught off guard, quickly learned that their boss had escaped. Under Lascano's orders, they shifted their locations and started to hide.
Near the headquarters building of Los Zetas in the nearby impoverished area, gunfire suddenly started scattering.
The intensity of the exchange of fire suddenly dropped.
Various pieces of information were reported to the forward command through tactical channels.
Several high-ranking officers of the xican military police in charge of the operation were completely confused.
Finally, one of the high-ranking commanders realized: "Imdiately expand the periter security range! They must have tunnels!"
After speaking, he lunged towards the tactical radio, picked up the walkie-talkie, and began to call out: "All attacking teams, enter the building at maximum speed now! I suspect there's no one inside! They've escaped through tunnels!"
The ordered assault squads began to advance faster.
Just as the commander speculated, they encountered no resistance all the way.
Before entering the building, the leading officer in the team raised his fist, signaling the team to stop.
After carefully inspecting the main door, he reported to his superiors: "This place is filled with trap mine devices, they've set a lot of traps!"
"Where's the bomb disposal squad?! Get on the scene now! Quickly!"
When the bomb disposal squad rushed to the main door, the operation's security periter began to expand.
Orders were issued from the command center one after another, putting the entire Victoria City area into ergency mode. Police began to appear at various intersections, starting to inspect passing vehicles.
Half an hour later, the bomb disposal team outside the main gate finally dismantled a trap device mounted behind the door.
They gently pushed open the main gate, and the SWAT mbers entered the yard.
Then, they found more trap devices inside the building...
An hour later.
The assault squads finally cleared all the trap devices inside the building.
"There's an entrance to the basent!"
One of the SWAT mbers discovered the entrance to the basent.
Several fully ard police officers lined up, the front person holding a shield followed by three gunn, and slowly walked down the stairs.
Soon, they found the entrance in the basent.
At the entrance, they saw another trap mine device.
"Damn! The explosives here are enough to blow up the whole building!"
The bomb disposal officer felt like he was about to collapse.
Los Zetas, being mainly ex-Special Forces mbers and tactical police, indeed understood themselves best.
They were as notoriously difficult to deal with as the legends suggested.
Just entering the building took nearly two hours for the bomb disposal officer and the assault squad.
Sweat soaked the bomb disposal officer's bomb suit, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
But such nasty jobs could only be handled by them.
After another ten minutes of work, they finally defused the trap device at the entrance to the tunnel.
This device wasn't complicated.
"That's strange…"
The bomb disposal officer was puzzled.
He thought that the hardest to defuse would be the device at the tunnel entrance, since it was the last escape route.
Such a device was supposed to be the most difficult to disarm in order to prevent others from entering.
With doubts, he gently pushed open the door to the entrance.
After a brief wait, the shield-bearing assault team re-entered.
While the bomb disposal officer was puzzling outside the entrance, he finally got an answer from the exclamation of the SWAT team inside.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! There's a tid detonator inside, counting down from thirty seconds!"
Sounds of retreat spread across the entire tactical channel.
All the SWAT inside the building began to flee at top speed.
It was fine for those already standing in the courtyard or on the first floor, but the SWAT who had gone up to the fifth floor and other floors were not so lucky.
In the command center, several operation commanders rushed out of the command vehicle and looked towards the Los Zetas headquarters building, their eyes filled with astonishnt.
Boom—
Boom—
A huge explosion ca from underground.
The five-story building began to slowly collapse.
It must be said, the collapse of the entire building was very orderly, clearly the work of a professional's controlled demolition.
As everyone watched, that five-story building disappeared from sight in less than thirty seconds, gone…
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