Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

"Boss, something seems wrong."

While Dika and others were discussing, a voice suddenly came from the intercom, and the person responsible for the lookout sent an early warning.

Dika quickly stood up, opened the window of the room and looked out, just in time to see several drones hovering in the sky.

"telescope."

Dika's expression changed slightly. It was still afternoon, and several drones were flying over. Something must have gone wrong.

The moment he picked up the telescope, Dika saw a scene that made his eyelids jump.

On the street, members of the Tijuana Group walked through the streets and alleys, surrounding the building in the third community from all directions.

"Fake, our whereabouts have been leaked, organize the team to retreat immediately."

Dika cursed, wondering what went wrong.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The first Tijuana members to arrive in the third community had already exchanged fire with the peripheral CIA security team.

The intensive gunfire alerted nearby residents. They were accustomed to the chaotic environment in Mexico and were very skilled in escaping.

The members of Tijuana did not care about these civilians. With their large number of manpower, they quickly broke through the blockade and reached the building.

"Assault team, deploy a two-layer fire resistance line. The sniper team will choose the opportunity to attack the enemy machine gunners first. The emergency support team will provide support at any time to ensure logistics ammunition and casualty treatment. In addition, pick me up from the American Special Operations Command and report the situation here. , request air support and arrange our retreat."

Jacquin is worthy of being an elite member of the Delta Force. He is not afraid of emergencies and issues combat orders in an orderly manner.

With a gloomy face, Dika picked up his cell phone and made a call to report the situation to the CIA headquarters.

Michele Cantu also dialed the number of senior Mexican officials and hung up after a minute.

"The police and military in Mexico will come to support us, but it will take time."

"It doesn't matter, they can't get in."

Jacquin looked at the battle that broke out below and was very confident in his troops.

The Tijuana members who had the advantage in numbers were immediately in trouble after entering the community building. The small and complex indoor environment hindered them at every turn. They were the only ones who were brave and fierce. They were no match for the elite special forces. Dozens of people died behind the corridor. , the others were a little timid and did not dare to step forward.

These gang members can beat the police, but they are not even soldiers. When they encounter a truly well-trained special forces, their true colors are easily exposed.

…

At the same time, outside the third community building, the cartel who was directing the operation had an ugly face.

"Tell the Zhetas troops to attack."

The cartel gave the order in a cold voice, and a team of Tijuana members with obviously different temperaments appeared on the battlefield. They were wearing a full set of high-end equipment and were well-trained in their actions.

There are only about thirty of them. They were formerly soldiers of Mexico's air mobile special forces. They later defected to Tijuana for money and became one of its most elite attack forces.

The Zhetas members quickly entered the building through the gap and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Delta Force inside the building, which caused a lot of casualties to the Delta Force.

However, during the exchange of fire between the two sides, the fighting here also attracted other forces. There were sounds of helicopters circling in the sky, and police sirens were heard on the ground.

An armed helicopter flew in at a low altitude, preparing to carry out fire suppression. This was a Mexican military aircraft called by the CIA to help.

Not far away, there were two planes flying in, heading straight for the roof of the community building. Depending on the situation, they were going to land on the roof of the community building and take everyone in the building up.

"Cartel, how long do you plan to make trouble?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Cartel.

"Why are you here, Mr. Su?"

Carter looked back and was immediately shocked.

"If you turn the annihilation battle into a critical battle, whether it will take you one hour or two hours to resolve the battle, the CIA people will have already run away by then."

Su Jie's tone was indifferent, which made Carter very embarrassed.

"Mr. Su, those elite special forces in the building are really difficult to deal with. Our manpower is going all out, but the casualties are a bit heavy."

"Who asked you to play with the special forces? Why didn't you transfer the armored units I asked you to train? Face this kind of enemy, cover it with heavy firepower without distinction, and let all your people withdraw first. Continue to delay Come on down, American domestic air support will be here.”

Su Jie waved his hand and looked at the gunships in the sky that were strafing and suppressing them.

At this time, the support force of Jieko Security arrived here.

boom! boom! boom!

Several Jieco security guards picked up the shoulder-resistant anti-aircraft missiles and launched them with a brief aim.

Accompanied by the dull sound of firing, the missile climbed rapidly. Even if the armed helicopter used jamming bombs, it was useless. In order to suppress it, it flew too low and was hit by two missiles in succession. It fell from the sky with black smoke.

More Jieco security guards drove over in more than a dozen armored vehicles, tanks and self-propelled howitzers, all of which were brought directly to Mexico in storage bags.

…

On a hidden windowsill of the community building, sniper Jamie and observer Harlanben are performing sniper missions here.

"Nineteenth."

There was another gunshot, easily taking away a life.

There was no emotion in Jamie's eyes after the murder. He had no pressure to shoot these messy drug dealers. Except for the Zhetas sniper team that had just been sniped to give him some stimulation, ordinary gang members were just playthings under his sniper rifle. That’s all.

"These gangsters think that having more people will help them. If they kill some people, they will be afraid and retreat."

Harlan smiled contemptuously, patted his old partner on the shoulder, and said, "There is a target at the corner of the street at 11 o'clock."

"The twentieth..."

The scope locked onto another gangster who showed his head at the corner of the street. Jamie was about to pull the trigger, but he saw that the gangster shrank back like a frightened rabbit. Then the ground trembled slightly, and a behemoth drove out from the corner of the street.

Hemispherical turret, 125mm smoothbore gun, dark green paint, pieces of explosive reactive armor attached to the body weighing tens of tons, was rotating the turret at this time, and the muzzle flashed.

Boom.

Bricks and stones were flying in front of him, and smoke was everywhere.

Jamie suddenly felt a little hot in his lower body. He turned his head and saw that the observer Harlan had been crushed to death by several pieces of collapsed concrete.

The reason why he felt the heat in his lower body was because his legs were broken at the root.

"Why didn't the intelligence say that the enemy had tanks..."

Jamie curled up in pain, and in his gradually dilated pupils, he saw more than a dozen armored units driving onto the street, with their black muzzles aimed at this side.

Boom boom boom boom!

A 155mm self-propelled howitzer, with one shell, demolished a large area of ​​reinforced concrete buildings, and flesh and blood flew everywhere along with the flying concrete.

The 30mm machine gun of the infantry fighting vehicle kept firing, drilling large holes in the wall. If the human body was behind the wall, it would be directly broken into two sections.

The tanks rolled over the streets and approached the artillery, and the vehicle-mounted machine guns kept suppressing.

Wherever there was firepower in the community building, several shells were immediately fired, and the whole world was quiet in an instant.

Su Jie watched this scene from afar, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and chuckled: "What era is it still playing sniper?"

No matter how strong your flesh and blood body is, no matter how many elite special forces are there, facing heavy firepower coverage and bombardment, there is only one way to die, of course, except for those who practice immortality.

As the bombardment continued, the entire community building was shaky, and the casualties inside were even more severe.

"Tomorrow's news will be big news again. Forty or fifty elite troops died here. The famous Black Hawk Down only killed 19 people. I don't know what crime will be charged this time."

Su Jie thought of the interesting scene, and the smile on his mouth became more and more intense.