Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 447 - 307: Black Hawk Down! _2

"CIA, those morons!" General Carl Vorno was still agonizing over the intelligence issue.

"The mission is canceled, proceed with Plan B for retreat," said Richard Bruce Cheney calmly.

From then on, the decapitation operation turned into a self-rescue operation.

In the distance, the "Apache" received the order and rushed toward them, unleashing firepower suppression with its 30mm M230 chain gun halfway there!

Additionally, two other helicopters launched AGM-114 Hellfire missiles. The air itself seemed to freeze momentarily as they bombarded the ground relentlessly. True to their nature, they fired abundantly.

Meanwhile, in a private manor, Victor was smoking, watching the "Apache" wreak havoc unbridledly, and angrily crushed his cigarette, "Take them out!"

Jason Bourne, who was beside him, responded and picked up a radio to issue orders.

One minute later.

Two Northern Army soldiers were seen rushing to the second floor of a bungalow with an FIM-92 Stinger. One opened the window, and without aiming, fired directly!

Boom!

The "Apache" was lost on the land of Mexico.

Members of the first squad fell in pools of blood.

At that moment, the second squad responsible for perimeter security was also suffering.

The African American Major, sweat covering his face, said, "Babylon, Escobar, take four men to support, I’ll hold here."

Two lieutenants responded and crawled from cover to support the interior firefight. However, as they crossed an intersection, two TPz-1 armored vehicles burst out, their machine guns aimed and firing!

The exposed U.S. Military was instantly killed!

The African American Major’s eyes bulged...

The TPz-1 armored vehicles changed direction, charging toward the perimeter defense forces, relying on their armor for defense.

The U.S. combat team, not having brought any heavy weapons this time, watched helplessly as bullets failed to penetrate the TPz-1 armored vehicles. Even the experienced soldiers couldn’t help but run backward.

But ultimately, they were killed!

The African American Major, fired up, charged at an armored vehicle with a hand grenade in hand, shouting to display his heroism...

Whoosh~

A TOW missile from the turret hit right on target, blowing him into pieces weighing a total of one hundred eighty pounds.

With a clatter.

A pair of charred military boots fell to the ground.

The perimeter defense U.S. troops were entirely annihilated. The TPz-1 armored vehicles headed toward the next firefight location.

The supporting Humvee convoy also encountered fierce sniper fire.

The Northern Army simply dragged out the fire god cannon and positioned it on the road and high ground, sweeping through the convoy.

The Humvees were decimated, leaving the team leader utterly overwhelmed.

"Support! Call for support, damnit, support!" the team leader yelled into the radio, red-faced and thick-necked. He suddenly smelled a foul odor in the air.

He turned his head to see a soldier who had wet himself, huddled with his rifle on the ground.

"Get up! You coward! Get up!" the captain roared, kicking him. Meanwhile, the helicopters constantly retaliating in the air also fell into an ambush by anti-air missiles, turning into balls of fire.

Despair filled the captain’s eyes.

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He stood up and started firing aimlessly, but the bullets seemed to disappear into thin air.

Bang!

A stray bullet "collided" with his neck, his eyes widened dramatically, and one could see the strain around his eye sockets as he collapsed, spitting blood, his mouth moving, but if one listened closely, faint, indistinct sounds could still be heard.

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"Damn... damn The Pentagon!!"

Victor’s troops weren’t like Aidid’s "refugee camp" with only AKs and RPGs. He deployed over 2500 men with heavy weapons and armored vehicles. If they couldn’t achieve a better casualty ratio than Somalia, the Northern Army might as well disband.

Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney’s hands were trembling, his cigarette falling to the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, General Carl Vorno behind him could see his body trembling too.

It was over...

Time to step down!

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Carl Vorno and LeBron Andre looked at each other.

"Let’s negotiate with Victor, get the... prisoners and bodies back," Richard Bruce Cheney took a deep breath, "We at least owe their families that much."

That’s how Americans are, always unreasonable unless absolutely necessary.

November 11, 1990.

Eight o’clock!

As American citizens turned on their TVs in the morning, they were shocked to see a helicopter being hit by a rocket, falling from the sky, and turning into a flaming coal ball.

They all thought it was a movie.

Until...

"U.S. Special Forces comprising Rangers, Delta Force, the 1st Battalion of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Night Hawk Squadron), and Seal Team Six, totaling over 200 men, launched a pre-dawn raid on Mexico, encountered resistance from the Northern Mexican Army, mission failed..." The voice-over was deep and authoritative.

"Oh my God!!"

A blonde in yoga pants training got up, looking at the tragic scenes on TV, covered her mouth in disbelief, and her teddy dog, seeing the thick smoke on TV, tucked its tail in fear.

"Dolly? Dolly! Dolly!!" The blonde suddenly saw her husband’s figure on TV and rushed forward, panic-stricken.

On TV, the U.S. prisoners and casualties were all hung in the square, uniformly... over 200 people.

Some had their eyes tightly shut, mouths still bleeding, faces covered in dirt.