boyutpedia Chapter 106 Black Hawk helicopter pierces the sky
Chapter 106 Black Hawk helicopter pierces the sky
Chapter 106 Black Hawk helicopter pierces the sky
In the footage, three vehicles are seen driving into Lambo's ranch, getting closer and closer to the only building.
The next second, an explosion occurred on the ground.
"boom"
A car and its four occupants were blown into a fireball, clearly indicating that the local owner was prepared.
"Everyone be careful, surround the house."
"Damn it."
"We must bring them back."
Nine armed men in bulletproof vests got out of the vehicle and surrounded the man. Just as they were passing through the haystack, a figure emerged from the covered hole. Rambo raised his shotgun and fired a single bullet that pierced through the man and his Level 3 bulletproof vest.
"There."
"Bang bang bang bang"
The bullets hit the ground, while Sylvester Rambo walked from the hole to another exit and fired at another person.
This tunnel, stretching for several kilometers, was dug by Rambo over the years because he suffers from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. Only the tunnel allows him to stay calm and secure during flare-ups; in the familiar tunnel, he is the master of the battlefield.
After learning about his adopted daughter's ordeal yesterday, and seeing the news about Mo Xigua today, along with her prisoner's car, Rambo guessed that drug dealers might be looking for her, and sure enough, they were right.
Unfortunately, he only had less than 10 hours to prepare; otherwise, he would have been confident he could handle even if dozens of people came.
Given the current lack of preparation, we should trust the government, especially since the police force in Lano is quite strong.
"911, a group of Mexican drug dealers broke into my house, more than 10 armed thugs."
"Nearby police have been notified, please wait."
At the Lano Police Department, Evelyn, the only pilot, flew a helicopter to the scene, along with two other police officers, both armed with assault rifles. An armored vehicle from the police station also rushed to the Lambo Ranch.
"Bang bang bang"
One drug dealer after another fell to the ground, and the team of 13 was reduced to 7, which made Joseph Rodriguez so angry that he almost threw the screen.
"Trash, all trash, not even one person can take them down."
Fortunately, fighting broke out on the other side as well, with the FBI special operations team's convoy suddenly being attacked.
A single RPG rocket blasted the military Humvee into wreckage, with obstacles blocking its path ahead.
"There's an ambush."
Another AT4 rocket launcher nearly destroyed another Humvee; even though it avoided the core explosion, it still overturned.
The drug dealers didn't attack the truck because Colin Buchanan was being held there.
Hobbs Johnson's heart sank. They had been ambushed. There were more than thirty people hiding in the low buildings on both sides of the road. This was bad.
"Kasper, suppress them with fire and take them out. Kelly, notify the Mexican anti-narcotics unit for backup."
"Notifying you in progress."
"Understood, Boss."
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The Hummer stopped, and the team members, equipped with gear comparable to special forces, got out and fought back. Their marksmanship was several levels higher than that of the drug dealers, and for a time they were able to hold their own against an enemy several times their size.
However, the disparity in numbers proved fatal. As the special operations team suffered casualties, the squad's weaknesses became increasingly apparent.
After all, the enemy was indeed much worse in quality, but they not only had a geographical advantage, but also a large number of more than 80 people. If it weren't for the rain obstructing their vision, the special operations team might have been wiped out.
Hobbs Johnson shot and killed a man from behind a truck, wincing in pain in his thigh.
"Kelly, hurry up and urge the Narcotics Division for support."
Kelly's answer was choked with tears.
"I called out, but they claimed it would take 10 minutes to arrive."
Sold?
Hobbs Johnson had only this thought in mind. He couldn't believe that the Tijuana Drug Enforcement Administration, with which he had cooperated many times, was actually involved with the Red Desert Alliance. Weren't they afraid of America's side holding them accountable?
At the Drug Enforcement Agency headquarters, Secretary Kenny Bennett angrily berated his subordinates.
"What's wrong with you guys? You haven't made any arrangements yet."
"Minister, it was the FBI that acted ahead of time. They didn't reveal the details of their plan; they're keeping it from us."
"Stop talking, tell your men to hurry up, it'll be hard to explain if they all die."
"It's a question that's suddenly coming from my subordinate."
"Should we arrange for a helicopter to go?"
"Our planes are all standard models and not equipped with weapons, while drug traffickers have portable anti-aircraft missiles. Going there would be suicide."
The subordinate shut his mouth; he had already realized that his superior was just saying he would provide full support, but actually didn't want to go.
After dismissing his men, Kenny Bennett looked up at the sky and said calmly.
"Hobbs Johnson, don't blame me. It's America's reach that's too long. No country wants its sovereignty to be violated, not even our rotten country. It's all because of you."
On a hill outside Tijuana, Lee Ethan stopped equipping missiles and paused, stunned by the distant explosion.
"A fight has broken out! What's going on?"
Although he didn't know what was going on, he had no time to deal with the battlefield.
Lee Ethan looked at the behemoth in the rain: a Black Hawk attack helicopter nearly 20 meters long, with powerful weapons, missiles and rockets, hanging on its wing-like pylons, and its propellers spinning.
"Hey, stop looking. The avionics system is powered on and the engine is warmed up."
The illusion that appeared and disappeared in Northern California spoke to the real person. Ethan Lee did not answer, after all, it was very strange to ask and answer his own questions. But in this state, he couldn't help but complain about what he wanted to complain about. If you didn't say anything, you would think he was schizophrenic.
Lee Ethan took the co-pilot's seat to control the radar, weapons, and electronic countermeasures systems, while Mirage piloted the helicopter.
Hold the pitch lever with your right hand and the collective pitch lever with your left hand to adjust the lift.
Soon the Black Hawk helicopter took off, and the strong blast wave blew the weeds askew.
Ethan Lee had already learned about his father's hideout from Bruce Rodrigo, and through binoculars, he confirmed that the target hadn't left. He was here today to open the blind box.
The Black Hawk flew to its destination at a height of 50 meters above the ground, completely avoiding the area of combat, and its electronic warfare system began to interfere with nearby radars.
Lee Ethan noticed a helicopter flying towards the battlefield via radar, but it was unfortunately destroyed by a portable anti-aircraft missile, prompting him to sigh with regret.
"It's not a loss to use more than 10 anti-aircraft missiles to take down a helicopter."
As for Hobbs Johnson, watching helplessly as their retreat plane was shot down, they began to despair. Could they only hold out until the Drug Enforcement Administration sent reinforcements?
With the helicopter only 5 kilometers away from the target, Lee Ethan stopped hiding and directly took off the Black Hawk to take full view of the target's location.
"The anti-aircraft gun is in a corner of the villa; Cerf Rodriguez's office is on the fourth floor, to the left."
Lee Ethan locks onto the target via radar, and the system automatically activates the infrared guidance of the Hellfire missile.
"emission"
The next second, two Hellfire missiles detached from the helicopter and shot towards the villa, falling like meteors at Mach 1.
(340 meters per second, 1224 kilometers per hour)
Meanwhile, Cerf Rodriguez was watching the live stream in his room. The team sent to Lano Town had been wiped out. The footage showed police helicopters circling overhead, with automatic rifles firing incessantly at the ground.
Another M1117 armored vehicle stormed into the ranch, leaving the drug traffickers, who lacked armor-piercing equipment, helpless. Coupled with the attackers in the underground bunker, they were left with no way out.
"A small mistake is acceptable; the most important thing is that the FBI takes responsibility."
Fortunately, the battle on the other side was quickly over, with most of the special operations team members killed or wounded.
Joseph Rodriguez revealed a cruel smile.
"I'm going to use these heads to warn America that Tijuana is my territory..."
Before Cerf Rodriguez could finish speaking, a terrible explosion engulfed the room, shattering everything inside into pieces.
"Boom boom"
The explosion blasted a hole 30 meters wide in the building, and pieces of concrete fell to the ground. The anti-aircraft gun on the other side was also blown to pieces.
Two more Hellfire missiles, each worth $10, were fired at another target: an armory where weapons were stored, a building center.
"Boom boom"
The little mushroom rocket took off, and the explosion of the armory actually collapsed half of the building, which gives you an idea of how many Red Desert weapons were stored inside.
The Hellfire missiles continued to be fired as if they were free, and a total of nine Hellfire missiles were used to destroy the entire building.
Just as Lee Ethan was about to use the rocket pod as well, the Black Hawk's AN/ARC-231 HF radio received a distress signal from the FBI Special Operations Team's AN/PRC-163 tactical radio.
The Black Hawk's previous owner belonged to the National Guard, so it was able to receive encrypted communication frequencies from various branches of the U.S. military and federal law enforcement agencies.
"FBI Special Operations Team 3 has been attacked in the XXX area. Requesting backup. Requesting backup. We're about to be overwhelmed."
Lee Ethan recalled the little giant in the hospital room, whose name seemed to be Hobbs Johnson, and after a few seconds of consideration, gave a reply.
"12th Army Aviation Battalion 00-26850 received, en route to provide support, please hold on for two more minutes."
The Black Hawk helicopters openly and legitimately increased their altitude. He didn't believe that if he revealed his American military affiliation, the Mexican army would dare to shoot him with anti-aircraft missiles. Using this identity, it would be easier to retreat.
Even if he were to actually fire, he could retrieve the helicopter and parachute to safety.
As for the gang's anti-aircraft missiles, they are not too worried. Under the cover of rain, the infrared aiming of portable anti-aircraft missiles can be affected, as long as they fly high.
On the truck, the few remaining FBI members remained, holding their ground and waiting for reinforcements. They knew that only on the truck would the enemy dare not directly bombard it with rocket launchers.
Kelly, acting as the messenger, exclaimed with delight.
"Boss, the 12th Air Battalion's support is coming! We're saved!"
"The 12th Air Battalion?"
Hobbs Johnson, who had been shot three times, finally breathed a sigh of relief as backup arrived.
Although he was puzzled by the Army helicopters deployed in Southern California daring to cross the border directly, it was ultimately a good thing that his comrades who had risked their lives for him were alive.
A sudden burst of explosions came from outside, causing the special operations team to cover their ears.
Twenty seconds earlier, Li Yisen had already locked onto numerous drug dealers thousands of meters below using thermal imaging. Without hesitation, he unleashed a barrage of rockets from two 19-tube rocket launchers. Although these half-meter-long rockets were unguided, they were a devastating blow to ordinary individual targets.
Explosions occurred on multiple rooftops, with a total of 38 explosions occurring in just two seconds; some even collapsed low-rise buildings.
Many wounded but still alive drug dealers lay on the ground howling in agony; the scene resembled a battlefield.
Lee Ethan controlled the Black Hawk to descend to an altitude of 800 meters and fly sideways. The M134 six-barreled Gatling gun on one side of the aircraft rotated and fired. The entire process was remotely controlled by the system, without manual operation.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
Bullets rained down from the sky, piercing through enemies who dared to show their faces like long snakes, leaving behind corpses. Some tried to escape, but they couldn't outrun the bullets.
This scene ignited the passion of the remaining members of the special operations team; all they wanted now was revenge.
"Kill all these bastards."
Hobbs Johnson hesitated. Hatred made him want revenge. With air support, they could win, no matter how many men there were, let alone fewer than 100.
But reason told him to leave quickly, after all, this was Mo Xigua, and just then Li Yisen's voice helped him make that decision.
"Special operations team, please retreat immediately."
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