The M72 electromagnetic rifle, which is the product of the latest military technology in 2030, uses two-millimeter high-speed ammunition, which is accurate and deadly. Caterina bought this super rifle by paying in installments, along with tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition and ten energy batteries with super energy storage. She treasured the gun.

Seeing that the hummer didn't even let herself touch it, Zhou Qingfeng muttered, "I haven't seen you use this rifle before." He had no choice but to replace his SCAR rifle with an M249 light machine gun, carrying a large amount of ammunition and grenades, and by the way, loading an M18A1 anti-infantry directional mine into his backpack.

"Will you use these things?" Caterina was skeptical.

"There's an instruction manual in the box." Zhou Qingfeng really took out a manual from the box. This anti-infantry mine is produced in Chile and smuggled into the United States, and the method of use is very simple. "Just take a look?"

Katerina was a little incredulous, "Be careful not to blow yourself up." ”

An entire basement full of equipment and supplies would require two large container trucks to load. In order to transport them away, Zhou Qingfeng and Caterina spent two days with twenty raiders.

And when Zhou Qingfeng and Caterina were secretly transporting supplies in Brooklyn, Los . It also took two days for Zhetas to finally begin to improve the armed forces under his command.

"I need a Warlord, a fierce Warlord, an Overseer who can turn cowards into warriors and drive them to fight fearlessly." Lowes. On the town hall square, Zhetas gathered hundreds of his key personnel to talk.

"You are in teams of ten, and you command a hundred soldiers to fight. If anyone dares to resist orders, they are to be summarily executed. "Los. Zhetas's words were so impassioned that he kept waving his arms and shouting, "We need a fighting team, not these current wastes who can only eat and shit." ”

Lowes. The power of Jetas swelled from a few hundred to a few thousand, and there were many ordinary Mexicans who were just trying to get something to eat in the last days. And after a series of setbacks, he finally couldn't stand these wastes who could only do some chores, so the big killer of the Overseer was used.

Most of the backbone of the Zhetas gang were police officers who were engaged in anti-narcotics in Mexico. Zhetas is engaged in the drug trade, and his opponents are the U.S. Coast Guard and Anti-Narcotics Police. They are ruthless one by one, ignoring the life and death of others, and they use the work of supervising the war to the best of their ability.

And Loes. At the command of Zhetas, the thousands of ordinary Mexican immigrants who had recently joined his command were divided into dozens of battle groups. These combat groups did not even have access to enough weapons, only a few had access to firearms, and some were even empty-handed.

"That's what inspired me to watch the movie." Lowes. Zhetas triumphantly said to his subordinates: "In the Second World War of the last century, the Soviets defeated the Germans with this tactic. Now I will also use this tactic to defeat any opponent who dares to stop me. ”

Right in Los. Beside Zhetas, there stood a big man with a beard. This is the member of the sniper team who almost killed Zhou Qingfeng two days ago, he stood on the high platform of the city hall square, licked the corners of his mouth and looked at the chaotic crowd that was being reorganized, and said with a cold smile: "Lots, give me some manpower, I also want to taste the feeling of driving the crowd to the battlefield." ”

"Of course, Guzmán, you are my best man, and you can choose as many people as you like." Lowes. With a wave of his hand, Zhetas delegated the command.

Guzmán's bearded man slowly descended from the high platform of the town hall and walked among the thousands of bewildered Mexicans. There was a bloody glint in his eyes, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a Mexican waiting to be assigned would be caught.

When he had captured fifty men, Guzmán took them to get weapons. It's just that someone found that he didn't have a gun at all, and only got a magazine, "Sir, I only got a magazine, where is my gun?" ”

"With your dead companion." Guzmán smirked, "This is Mr. Zhetas's inspiration from the movie, where people who don't have guns wait for their companions with guns to die and pick them up." ”

It took fifty people to get only ten guns, and some people even got only one pistol. They immediately looked at each other, and the man with the gun immediately grabbed the weapon in his hand, while the man who only received the magazine was even more terrified, and his eyes were aimed at the companion with the gun.

"Now, your mission is to capture the Kenny neighborhood a few hundred meters away." Guzmán raised an M4A1 in his hand and shouted wildly: "It's a very simple task, just a few hundred meters away, just rush over." But if anyone stalls, if someone escapes halfway, if someone is lying on his stomach and pretending to be dead, Koval will blow his head off. ”

The bearded Guzmán beckoned, and Koval, who was carrying an M40A5 sniper rifle on his back, stepped forward. These two are a sniper team, for Los Angeles. Zhetas assassinated numerous hostile forces.

Koval was younger, his face gloomy, his habitual squinting eyes, but the chill in his gaze was chilling. The fifty selected Mexicans all trembled under his gaze.

But all around, the other Mexicans who joined the Zhetas gang were driven like sheep. Most of these people just want to survive and join the gang, but they didn't expect to be driven to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

Nieto was in Guzmán's phalanx, smuggled across the border into the United States a year ago. He had always felt fortunate to be in New York, the bustling capital of the world, but now the vicious Guzmán made him want nothing more than to go home.

Right next to Nieto, another 100-man combat group was being formed, and some people pleaded loudly that they would not shoot, but the Overseers did not hesitate to shoot.

Nieto shuddered at the sound of the gunshot, and he turned his head again to see that the man who was still crying had been shot in the head and had fallen to the ground. The splatters of blood even flew into his face, making him extremely frightened.

Nieto couldn't shoot either, he was only nineteen years old, just a Mexican farmer who came to the United States just to make a good living. He looked at one of the magazines in his hand, and he didn't even know what kind of gun it was, let alone where he should go to find a matching firearm.

In the past two days, Nieto has heard countless rumors, most of which are terrible news about the end times. For example, in the Kenny neighborhood, everyone said that the people in that neighborhood were very fierce and very difficult to mess with. But now he's going to attack that neighborhood, and God knows what's next?

Am I going to die? Am I going to die? Am I going to die?

Nieto was terrified, but he did not dare to speak, to cry, or to show it, for the men of the Jetas gang were known for their ferocity and brutality. And he looked at the other companions around him, all of them were pale, and some of them were even incontinent with trembling legs.

"All right, guys. From now on you are soldiers, loyal soldiers who fought for Mr. Jetas. Guzmán walked past the fifty soldiers with a frantic smile and pounded their chests one by one, "I see your fears, but you better muster courage, or I promise you'll die soon." ”