December 7, 1989, 1:00 AM.
Altiplano Prison gates opened.
Two TPz-1 armored vehicles led the way, with 4 modified American Humvees in the middle. The vehicle bodies and roofs had been converted to open-top configuration and mounted with 6 machine guns - M2 "Browning" 12.7mm heavy machine guns and M249 5.56mm machine guns installed in four directions around the vehicle body, creating a 360-degree fire coverage network.
Behind them were 6 troop transport vehicles, with two Alvis Limited "Stormer" armored personnel carriers bringing up the rear. These had four "Starstreak" surface-to-air missiles in launch-ready positions on each side.
They could effectively engage aerial targets!
Moreover, the vehicle roof weapons included 90mm cannon turrets - whatever ghosts and demons you were, all would be blown apart with one shot!
The vehicle body also had NBC protection systems and optional add-on armor. Ordinary rocket launchers couldn't penetrate it at all. Want to flip it over?
Brother, this thing weighs 12.7 tons!
Six pairs of wheels.
You could kick the bucket and it still might not.
Victor sat inside, very safe - at least safer than a convertible, no need to worry about eating hot pot and singing songs only to turn around and find your skull cap flying away.
"Boss, Kennedy and the others have reached Ensenada. They're asking if the plan should proceed?" Casare beside him asked, holding the brick phone.
Victor was quite devious and cunning!
While the main force was moving, he'd already dispatched 40 EDM members to infiltrate Ensenada separately. Yuri and Koster's "maintenance department" had long since arrived there with new equipment.
Planning a night raid on Guadalupe Island!
Victor's role was to confuse the enemy.
"Proceed as planned!"
Casare nodded, relaying the boss's orders.
"Understood!" Heisenberg Kennedy's heavy voice came from the other end.
...
Outside Ensenada's suburbs, at a seaside fishing village called Cabelstone.
Extremely quiet.
Pitch black where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, only waves lapping at the shore.
Kennedy Heisenberg, wearing individual night vision goggles, looked at the 40 EDM members standing before him with a solemn expression, "Gentlemen, we may die today! Mexico will remember us! Mr. Victor, Viva! (Long live!)"
"Move out!"
Kennedy Heisenberg waved his hand. EDM members boarded two helicopters in an orderly fashion - one was the Mi-8 nicknamed "Hippo," which could carry 34 people.
The other was a French state-owned aerospace company's three-engine medium-duty multi-purpose helicopter, nicknamed "Super Frelon" - the SA.321Ja!
Victor had points, so of course he'd spend them.
The Mi-8 cost him 4 million points, came with weapons systems, with rocket launcher pods mounted on both sides. Each launcher contained 16 57mm rockets, totaling 128 - this was a gunship in the strict sense.
It could shoot down airliners above or destroy tanks below. Level the weapons - military tribunal!
The SA.321Ja cost 3 million points with no mounted weapons, purely used as transport.
Adding newly exchanged EDM member equipment, ten million points weren't nearly enough!
Mi-8s cost approximately $4.5-6.5 million, with dramatic price fluctuations - like India later buying an aircraft carrier for $1, selling not the goods but supporting facilities.
So 4 million points was quite "good value for money."
Outside Mexico City, Victor had completely let loose.
Criminal groups wanted to mess up Guadalupe Island?
Wasn't that pissing on his territory?
Most importantly, you dared curse at him - very good, the old man appreciated you, but didn't like your rebelliousness.
The maintenance department technicians - Victor had added two skills to them: "Basic Mechanical Knowledge" and "Advanced Aircraft Maintenance," especially the second being an advanced skill costing many points.
Kennedy Heisenberg and several comrades were given "Armed Helicopter Piloting."
Time: 2:21 AM!
Night grew deeper.
Two helicopters rose one after another, flying toward Guadalupe Island under cover of darkness. Villagers who'd heard the commotion pressed against windows with wide eyes.
"So cool!" a boy in tattered clothes exclaimed, turning to his sister beside him, "Sister, I want to fly planes when I grow up!"
His young sister's eyes were also shining. Hearing his words, she nodded vigorously, "Brother is the best, I believe in you."
Their parents, overhearing their conversation, looked at each other and sighed simultaneously.
Their home was destitute - they couldn't afford to send them to school.
...
Low-flying helicopter rotorwash stirred up layers of waves on the sea below.
Cabelstone was approximately 350 kilometers direct distance from Guadalupe Island.
At 3:07 AM, they could already see the island.
At this hour, even thieves would be sleeping.
The two helicopters separated in the air. The Mi-8 flew toward a location marked on the map as "Tierra del pecado (Land of Sin)." According to intelligence, this was where many of Guadalupe Island's drug dealers lived.
Casinos, brothels, black markets - everything was here, covering a very large area, completely forming a special "scenic area."
A drunk strongman stumbled out of a nearby casino, stood in a corner relieving himself vigorously. Getting older was like this - urinating became somewhat difficult.
His face was red from straining, hadn't finished urinating yet, hands covered with liquid. His ears suddenly perked up, he looked around bewildered and saw an unidentified object flying toward them in the distance.
UFO?
This stuff was popular in the '80s, plus being next to America, people often hyped it.
But... something seemed wrong?
The strongman rubbed his eyes and suddenly widened them, because the sound was getting heavier. That thing was... a helicopter!
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Streaks of sound trailing fins - 57mm rockets fired from both sides, beginning carpet bombing.
One shell exploded right beside the strongman. This 200-pound man flew directly!
The shockwave made him float like a feather. His dying thought: "Where did this helicopter come from? Are Americans attacking?"
The Mi-8 was indiscriminate carpet bombing.
No civilians lived here - all fucking criminals.
57mm rockets made people below scream miserably, but these drug dealers were veterans after all. Though surprised why armed helicopters appeared late at night, they still grabbed weapons to fight back.
"Quick! Quick, shoot!"
"Where are the rocket launchers? Go get rocket launchers!"
Chaotic voices everywhere.
You want them to be like regular army?
Then Mexico would have changed dynasties already.
Bullets grazed the helicopter's glass flying upward, many also hitting the belly making crisp sounds.
Only idiots would engage them in prolonged combat.
The Mi-8 played guerrilla warfare around the entire area, with a bunch of people below chasing seriously. After all rockets were fired, the gunship wobbled away.
Tierra del pecado (Land of Sin) was filled with spreading fires, drug dealers screaming everywhere.
Some were on fire, running around.
After running a few steps, they collapsed on the ground convulsing.
This proved one truth: not going home at 2 AM meant trouble!
Not going home late at night - you deserved artillery bombardment.
(End of Chapter)
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