The SA.321Ja helicopter landed at the entrance of Guadalupe Island's police station.
This place...
Grass was literally growing everywhere!
Walls were mottled brown and black, the ground was cracked, the national emblem hanging outside had loose screws and was swaying, and you could even see a mummified corpse hanging from the top of the police station.
There were burn marks on it!
In Mexico, death was the main theme!
Kennedy Heisenberg directed EDM members to set up defensive lines, placing 2 Browning M2HB .50 caliber machine guns on the rooftop, and two Type 71 100mm mortars several meters behind the roof.
Multiple firing positions were set up at several window locations of the police station.
Everything was busy but orderly.
Victor had nothing else, just lots of weapons!
Explosions from the nearby Tierra del pecado (Land of Sin) shot skyward, fire illuminating half the island and awakening many sleeping islanders.
The drug dealers naturally wouldn't let this go. They chased the Mi-8, their ranks gradually growing during the pursuit. It seemed the island's criminal groups were quite "harmonious"?
However...
They looked like scattered troops.
Their weapons and equipment were very mixed - NATO, Southeast Asian, African...
"Get in the cars! Get in and chase!"
A leader figure directed his subordinates onto pickup trucks.
They managed to cram 10 people into one vehicle, though still far from India's extreme motorcycle standards.
At this time, ordinary Mexican drug dealers' combat level might not even match Somalis - though those brothers were weak, they at least had battlefield experience.
After Calderón declared the drug war beginning in 2006, Mexican drug dealers gradually became more professional in every aspect.
The Mi-8 seemed to deliberately lure them into the police station area.
"Set firing elements! Azimuth 27-00, elevation angle 06-80! - Fire!!"
Two EDM members holding shells heard the commander's order, dropped shells into the mortars, quickly ducked their heads, and heard a light "thump" as the shells flew out like they had springs attached to their tails!
Late at night, so dark.
Impossible to spot two shells coming down from overhead.
One landed cleanly in a pickup truck bed, even hitting a drug dealer's head. Seven or eight pairs of eyes looked.
"Dios mío! (My God!)"
Boom!
Directly blown in half, tires spun in the air before crashing down.
The other fell in a more remote spot, but mortars had an effective killing radius of about 17.8 meters. It was like activating a special ability - nearby drug dealers fell in rows.
"Enemy attack! Find cover! Find cov-" A drug dealer wearing a black mask snapped alert, shouting to those around him. Before finishing his words, heavy machine gun bullets raining down from overhead instantly blew his head apart!
The Browning M2HB was known as the "widow maker" - touch it and die!
Otherwise it couldn't have remained active from WWII through the millennium, even used by US forces in the Gulf War.
Everyone who'd been shot by it said it was good - safe, painless, quick death.
The Mi-8 that had already flown away circled back, its nose-mounted 12.7mm machine gun delivering a barrage to the dodging drug dealers below.
Regular army would scatter under such sudden attacks, let alone drug dealers.
Many people panicked and ran backward, trying to escape the battlefield, but some got hot-headed and shouldered American-made SMAW-D 83mm rocket launchers, firing at the Mi-8!
This thing was mainly used for destroying field fortifications, urban barriers and armored vehicles. Not that it couldn't hit aerial targets - anything that could explode would do.
This cost about $7,000 on America's black market, with an export price of $4,450 - ordinary people could afford it if they gritted their teeth.
"Rocket launcher!!" The Mi-8 co-pilot observer shouted at the top of his lungs.
The pilot's eyebrow twitched, "Hold on!"
Everyone in the cabin quickly fastened their seatbelts and grabbed handholds.
The pilot yanked the control stick hard, pulling the Mi-8 into a 90° climb to evade. Unsecured ammunition in the cabin fell down.
The rocket shell grazed the fuselage as it flew past...
Kennedy Heisenberg, watching from a distance, broke out in a cold sweat. If it had been hit, he could already imagine the boss's expression.
"Fire suppression, others pick off drug dealers carrying heavy weapons."
The Mi-8 crew was also quite shaken, didn't dare mess around anymore, wobbled away quickly.
The Mexican drug dealers were quite "smart" - seeing they couldn't gain advantage, they quickly fled.
If not now, when?
This battle lasted nearly an hour. The drug dealers retreated after leaving about 90 corpses behind.
"Report to Mr. Victor: we have occupied Guadalupe Island police station, drug dealers routed by our forces, ready for landing at any time!"
...
Victor, who received the news, was still on the road.
From Mexico to Ensenada port was nearly 1,000 kilometers - would take over ten hours driving.
Fortunately, no blind thieves dared attack the convoy on the road.
Nonsense...
With this convoy's configuration, unless you used missiles - and large quantities - you couldn't destroy it at all.
They reached the designated destination at 3 PM the next day.
Victor had no intention of meeting Ensenada's "high officials" - waste of time.
At the port, Best had already arranged a civilian cargo ship - not a Mexican company, but a Norwegian maritime shipping company, to avoid leaking information.
The civilian vessel was large enough to fit the convoy.
"No no no! Didn't you say you were transporting agricultural byproducts?" The Norwegian captain shook his head vigorously, trying to stop the convoy from boarding.
"These are Mexico's special agricultural byproducts." Casare impatiently patted the armored vehicle, glaring, "I'll give you an extra $500, this money is yours, you don't even need to give it to the company."
The captain tried to speak again. Casare showed a fierce expression, "Either I let the armored vehicle crush you to death, buddy, choose a path."
Why were Mexicans so brutal?
The captain swallowed hard, feeling the other might actually do what he said. He shrank his neck, "Then... cash?"
Casare said nothing more, directly taking out money for him, "If you cause me more trouble, I'll throw you in the sea to feed the fish!"
Actually, this sudden convoy also scared the port security personnel, but they wouldn't foolishly rush up to fight, quickly calling their superiors.
But many bureaucrats had private dealings with drug dealers. The battle that occurred at dawn had already spread from Guadalupe Island, leaving almost all spectators dumbfounded.
Helicopters?
Mortars?
And heavy machine guns?
Were these police? Or military?
If Victor really landed, perhaps Guadalupe Island would truly be pacified. This didn't align with their interests with drug lords, so someone directly mobilized the army planning to intercept the convoy.
But when they arrived, they could only sigh in vain.
They had no ships...
As corrupt officials sighed in despair, 5 speedboats from the port charged toward the civilian vessel.
They openly flew banners reading: Tijuana Group.
"They're making their move! They're making their move!" corrupt officials shouted excitedly.
...
"Negotiate?" Victor frowned with a strange expression, "You're saying drug dealers want to negotiate?"
(End of Chapter)
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