As soon as we turned around, the news of the attack on the special team near Tijuana spread like wings to the ears of the entire US Congress, and then two hours later, the news of the major setback of the "Bison" operation spread all over the world, and the next day, the video of the exchange of fire between the two sides recorded by the five major Mexican groups began to go viral on the Internet, which directly detonated the public opinion of the world media. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Naturally, European and American countries show all kinds of solidarity and support for the US authorities who accidentally fall on their heels, while those traditional anti-US hegemonic countries are comforting on the surface, but they are smiling in their hearts, and they are counting on these Mexican drug dealers to make Americans lose even more face, and even fall into the huge quagmire of the narcotics war.

As the protagonist of this incident, the U.S. government, which has attracted much attention, has of course acted quickly.

At a press conference held at the White House, the US spokesman gave a detailed account of the loss of personnel and equipment of the Jay Agent detachment, and then took the opportunity to disclose the next step of the US side's "revenge" plan, saying that the US Government will continue to expand the scale, scope, and intensity of the "Bison" operation.

Secondly, for the sake of public relations, the U.S. government portrayed the survivor of this incident, Agent Jay, into a brave, strong and tragic real American hero, and directly pushed him to the front of the stage, and this is to attract the attention of the media and public opinion, so that the police and the military can carry out follow-up actions.

In the end, in order to show his determination, the U.S. ambassador sent a special ambassador to sign a new memorandum of understanding with Mexico, putting on a posture to regularize the "bison" operation, and made a vow not to give up until the Mexican narcotics syndicate was eliminated.

In this new memorandum, the U.S. side specifically agreed with Mexico that Mexico would allow the U.S. armed forces to operate in Mexico in formation if the situation so required, and in addition, the Mexican military would send coordinated multi-service units under the command and deployment of the U.S. side.

In just one week, the original team of 500 people instantly expanded to 3,000 people, exceeding the record high, equipped with Black Hawk, Apache, Chinook, Stryker and Humvee, and established three distribution camps on the U.S.-Mexico border.

While the menacing U.S. military contingent was preparing to enter Mexico again, preparing to bomb all the drug dealers who dared to compete with Uncle Sam into pieces, Mexico's five major narcotics groups also held a conference call.

The specific content of this meeting has not been circulated, but after this meeting, the Leyva Group, which has been widely targeted, began to act on its own, while the other four groups turned into bystanders, on the one hand, they did not cooperate with the Leyva Group to face the Americans, and on the other hand, they were not busy falling into the ground.

The Sinaloa Group, the Gulf Group, the Seta Group and the Knights Templar, who can control a criminal group of this scale, must not have the leader who is a good man and a woman, and the reason why these guys are not busy suppressing the Leyva Group is that they don't want to take advantage of this sensitive period and be dragged into the water by the Leyva Group, and they are afraid of becoming the primary target of the Americans.

And the second point is a very dark psychology, the four hope that the Leyva Group can fight with the Americans to break the net, and consume the confidence and patience of the Americans in carrying out the "Bison" operation this time, so that when the Leyva Group is weakened to the extreme, the four can stand up and pick up the bargain more easily.

So one after another, all involved in the complicated situation of great selfishness, big conspiracy and small conspiracy, the newly established American task force was dispatched for the first time, and went straight to a building on the outskirts of Nuevo Laredo, according to intelligence, this building concealed a narcotics warehouse belonging to the Knights Templar, and at least 3-5 tons of new narcotics were hidden.

In addition, the head of the warehouse is a mid-level leader of the Templar Order, and if he can be captured, he may be able to provide important information on the destruction of the Templar Order.

As a result, the Americans simply regarded the operation as a campaign this time, and sent drones and a large number of eyeliners early to conduct a thorough investigation of the area around the building, and after the main attack force entered the scene, they simply launched a large-scale electronic jamming, which eliminated the possibility of the drug dealers giving information, and completely eliminated the combat capabilities of remote-controlled bombs and guided weapons.

In this way, several attack teams swooped down on the building under the lead of Stryker's armored vehicles, and the battle was completely resolved within 3 minutes, but when the American soldiers opened the heavy metal door, the secret room that was supposed to be filled with narcotics pills was empty.

The on-site commander, who felt bad, immediately ordered a retreat, but before 2-30 American soldiers could run out of the building, the drug dealers used a wire-guided detonation method to blast the seven-story building as a whole, turning it into a pile of rubble more than ten meters high.

Needless to say, the American soldiers in the building, even the Stryker armored car parked in front of the building was buried, and the mouth of the detachment commander in the Humvee behind him was wider than a duck's egg......

From this moment on, the ongoing nightmare of the American contingent began;

When the task force's vehicles attack, 80% of them will be missed.

When the task force's vehicles returned, from the wilderness, hills, houses and corners, they were either flying cold guns or rockets, or crude but powerful roadside bombs, leaving the task force in a state of disarray and suffering continued losses in personnel and equipment.

When the task force buys eyeliner in Mexico, planning to get rid of the constant harassment in one fell swoop, and try to smash the Yellow Dragon, the corpses of those who come into contact with the task force will be hung from the bridge and tall buildings in strings like ripe fruits the next day.

When the Americans go berserk, dispatch a team of thousands of people, and then cooperate with twice the number of Mexican military and police soldiers to carry out a carpet sweep of the target location, the drug dealers will adopt the strategy of evading the edge, moving the stronghold and goods, and then waiting for the Americans to pounce in the air, and then helplessly return to the road to besiege and harass them.

In this endless back-and-forth, many members of the U.S. task force have encountered things that would never have been imagined in their lifetimes;

Children playing on the side of the road are eating candy one second, and the next they are throwing grenades under the cars of American soldiers.

As soon as the Mexican military and police soldiers standing next to them turned around, their M4 carbines would shoot at the task force.

On the side of the road or at the intersection where the convoy passed, any protruding stone would make the convoy members nervous, because once in a fresh human head, drug dealers hollowed out all the brain tissue, and then filled it with explosives, savagely using human skulls as anti-personnel shrapnel.

While the U.S. contingent was mired in such a bloody, dirty, and endless strike mission, the Leyva Group violently extended its hand to the U.S. mainland.

In a small town in southern Texas, about 50 kilometers from the U.S.-Mexico border, since the beginning of the U.S. government's "Bison" operation, the town, at the request of the Department of Homeland Security, has been organized by the local sheriff to organize some young men in the town to establish an autonomous patrol team.

On an ordinary Saturday night, two pickup trucks pulling 12 shotgun-wielding patrolmen around town and making two more rounds around town, the pot-bellied sheriff led the lads into the bar, ready to treat everyone to a drink and a rest before the next round of patrols.

Unfortunately, before everyone's beer was finished, they heard the door of the bar "creak", and two young women with hot bodies and unusually frugal cloth pushed the door and walked in.

"Yo, such pretty Mexicans, I'm going to talk to them and see if they're suspicious. A handsome-looking officer immediately stood up from his chair and, amid the knowing laughter of the other men, walked over to the two women.

"Ladies, can you understand English?" the officer reached out and slightly fiddled with the cowboy hat on his head, pretending to be a gentleman.

"Of course, no problem, is there anything going on? officer?" Sitting directly at the table at the door of the bar, the two women ordered two beers from the hostess, and then looked up to answer the officer's question.

"Where are you from? I haven't seen you in town. ”

"We were passing through the town, staying overnight and leaving to get to San Diego. ”

"It's a shame that because of something going on in town lately, I need to look at both of you're getting your driver's license. ”

"OK, of course. The two women looked at each other, and when the curly-haired one of the two picked up his carry-on bag and took out his driver's license, the young police officer just reached out and took it, and the straight-haired woman sitting opposite the curly hair suddenly appeared in her hand with a 38-caliber revolver.

As soon as he saw the pistol pistol, the young officer was immediately stunned, and when he let go of the driver's license in his hand and quickly stretched out the holster on his waist, the straight-haired woman had ruthlessly pulled the trigger, and at a distance of less than a meter, a shot pierced the young officer's neck.

"Bump! Woo woo...... Kick, kick, bang......"

The bullet pierced his neck, and the young officer's mouth immediately whimpered, and he directly pressed the hole in his throat with both hands, but unfortunately the blood still kept coming out of his wound and mouth, and his body staggered back as if drunk, and slammed into the position of the bar counter, knocking over the stacked beer glasses, making a series of sounds.