Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 262 - 234: Guzman, Your Mother is in My Hands!2

"OK!"

He imdiately connected with Soap, who had heard it too and decisively issued an order, "Everyone evacuate south, Archer keep watch."

"Understood!"

Chemo fired two shots at the foot of Guzman’s mother, crippling her with severe pain that caused her to scream. He hoisted her up and retreated under the priority protection of his team mbers.

…

On the asphalt road about four to five kiloters from Kandahar.

This road was built with Sinaloa’s money.

Seven or eight GAZ-MM troop transport vehicles were driving along.

And behind them... artillery?

Besides the troop carriers, there were also MtC armored vehicles. They had this too?

It was only fitted for trials in early 1986.

This machine... inside it was a gas turbine auxiliary power unit, equipped with nuclear-biological-chemical protection, a gyroscope navigation system, an automatic fire suppression and explosion damping system, and an air conditioning system, etc.

The main weapon system consisted of twin linked dual-barrel 2A38 type 30mm water-cooled cannons on either side of the turret, with a range of four kiloters, an effective ceiling of three kiloters, and a maximum firing rate of 5000 rounds per minute. The ammunition included high-explosive fragntation bombs, incendiary bombs, and tracer high-explosive bombs, which were loaded into the ammo bag at fixed intervals, using tid fuses.

Each had a quadruple missile launcher installed below the cannon, carrying a total of eight SAM-19 anti-aircraft missiles.

That is to say, this convoy had anti-air capabilities!

This drug trafficker contingent, stationed 20 kiloters away, heard the explosion from "Kandahar" and could not get through on the phone. They imdiately understood that sothing had gone wrong and hurried over with their n, also contacting other drug traffickers.

Guzman’s mother absolutely must not have an accident!

The drug traffickers inside the troop carriers were very quiet, wearing masks, their eyes sharp, clearly elite and well-trained soldiers.

Humming~

Two Mi-8 helicopters snuck up in the night, their pilots very bold, turning off all lighting systems and flying blindly with only the sparse moonlight, as there was no fear of traffic in the sky.

The target convoy had lights and could be seen.

But this kind of skill wasn’t sothing ordinary people dared to try!

It created imnse psychological pressure on the pilots, compounded by the rain, a true test of skill and ntal fortitude.

"Weapon systems ready!"

"Fire!"

AT-3 missiles stretched out from their nests, swoosh~

With fins attached, they flew over.

The driver of the front GAZ-MM troop carrier stared hard, as the rainy road was not easy to navigate. He was wiping the windshield clean when he suddenly saw a red dot headed straight for him.

The driver instinctively turned the steering wheel, and the drug traffickers inside were thrown about as the tires slipped, causing the vehicle to overturn.

By "luck," it wasn’t hit by the AT-3, but the vehicle behind it, following too closely, had no chance to avoid it.

"Aah!!!"

The driver scread in terror, his eyes nearly popping out, only to watch the missile drill into his driver’s seat and then "boom!"

The vehicle was blown apart from top to bottom.

One shot to the soul.

About thirty drug traffickers behind him were also turned into a fireball.

"Ard helicopters, fly low, MtC armored vehicle, high-angle machine gun fire! Prepare SAM-19!"

The drug trafficker leader in the command vehicle remained calm and rapidly issued orders.

SAM is actually a NATO term.

xico is not part of any alliance; it doesn’t qualify, but being close to the United States, they still used the sa terminology as the Aricans.

The MtC armored vehicles that received the order began sweeping the skies with their dual 30mm cannons while the radar quickly located the position of the ard helicopter.

The SAM-19s, ready for imdiate action, shot into the sky!

This gang of drug traffickers walked around with "wrenches" just so they could retaliate at the first sign of trouble; their combat proficiency had at least risen a few percentage points.

If taken to Africa, they could basically make Niger howl.

"Fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh!

The surface-to-air missiles, with their "bared fangs and claws," rushed toward the nearest Mi-8.

"Beep beep beep beep!"

"Missile! Evade! Evade!" The crew of the Mi-8 shouted, and the pilot next to them tried to make a side maneuver, but it wasn’t that easy.

They were locked on and then hit squarely in the belly.

With the missile’s speed at 900 ters/second and flying at low altitude, it was almost impossible to evade.

The Mi-8 burst into flas mid-air and crashed rapidly into the nearby woods.

"Falcon! Falcon!"

The other ard helicopter called out over the radio, but no one replied, and his heart sank, knowing that there were almost certainly no survivors.

This scene was also witnessed by the observing Sniper team, and Archer promptly reported the incident.

"One helicopter down, the enemy has missiles!"

"Damn it! Vulture hit! Vulture hit! Sizzling~" Just then, the crew of another ard helicopter shouted out, but after only two cries, they emitted a "sizzling" electric sound.

Everyone’s heart sank.

"Ghost, take the target and leave, Assault groups one and three, Snipers one and two, Fire Support team responsible for rearguard action and crew rescue," John McTavish’s voice ca through the earpiece.

"Soap..."

"This is an order!"

"Understood!" Simon "Ghost" Riley responded decisively. Your journey continues at empire

"Destroy their anti-air defenses, and we will provide support for you," said the commander of the helicopter formation gravely.

Their airborne equipnt was vulnerable to missiles, so they had to rely on ground forces to destroy them first.

"OK! Let’s go!"

John McTavish affird and led his n toward the helicopter crash site.