After a round around the city, and then around the drug lord Carlos's lair, just outside Tijuana, there is a large well-defended villa, surrounded by militants on the balconies and roofs of houses, from time to time to look at passing vehicles.

Lynch, the hapless bastard, was imprisoned here after being taken from the tunnels to Mexico, and is currently in the basement to confess his life.

With thirty hours left, if no funds arrive the next afternoon, he may be buried alive or chainsawed.

After driving around, An Yang did not come closer.

Mexico's drug traffickers are more powerful than the government army, with automatic weapons, grenades and even rockets! The neighborhood he passed through was Carlos' territory.

And the local police and prosecutors are inextricably linked to it. Suffice it to say, even the local government did not dare to provoke him casually.

It's clearly a beenet's nest.

But Anyan needed to die, to stab it a few times.

Driving back to the city, I just found a parking space on the side of the road, and when I got out of the car, a restaurant clerk greeted me warmly: "Sir, the most authentic Mexican food!" Dance Show! ”

Tijuana's main consumer is American, and even the clerk speaks some English, An Yang nodded and walked into the store with a decent decoration.

The waiter in the straw hat stepped forward: "Hello, sir! ”

“Hola！” An Yang greeted him in Spanish, and seemed friendly.

An Yang's friendliness also won a more warm smile from the waiter, and he recommended a few special dishes, such as beef rolls and cold noodles.

Anyan ordered another beer and turned to the street outside the shop, watching and drinking.

The waiter who was soliciting guests was shouting, maybe he was tired, and when he saw An Yang looking around, he also chatted with him: "First time? ”

"Yes, a short vacation."

"Americans come to Tijuana, and there are a lot of projects to play." The clerk chatted with him, revolving around the issue of eating, drinking, and having fun.

Eating and drinking is naturally Mexican food, and many Americans have made a special drive here to experience it; And play, accompanied by the laughter of the clerk, he knows how to refer to women naturally.

Later, when it came to other things, in terms of culture, An Yang was curious: "How do you feel when the United States occupied California and other territories?" ”

The clerk didn't mind talking: "We don't hate the Americans for taking it up, we just hate that the Americans didn't take it and let us all live a good life." ”

Simple, straightforward, impressions of Mexico.

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After finding a hotel to stay in, Anyan flashed back to his home in Los Angeles.

The operation was scheduled for the early hours of the morning, and the way was a simple and brutal assault, and Anyan needed to be equipped with an exoskeleton, super body armor, and weapons with enough firepower.

He went to look in the mirror and was already a robot.

It's almost arming yourself to the teeth, and with the help of intelligence, you're going to be able to do it.

And An Yang also has a strong helper.

Cowell is currently based in Melbourne and is looking for the right equipment, with the Industrial Group having a number of defence contractors to choose from.

For example, the armed Humvee of the US military, the individual weapons of various countries, and even the individual missiles.

There are also the newly developed tracked armed robots of the robotics company, which are equipped with new batteries and have a very reliable endurance.

Cowell's purpose is to use the existing equipment at hand to build strong firepower, space transmission to the other side of the world, and fight a unilateral war.

Both men were preparing and resting until dawn in the early hours of the morning on the Mexican side.

Four or five o'clock is the time when creatures are most sleepy, and they are also the least vigilant, so most raid battles prefer to start at dawn.

After half past four in the middle of the night, Anyan passed back to Melbourne to meet with Cowell. One of the disadvantages of spatial transmission is that it has to be managed as the core.

Without the involvement of the manager, there is no way to transmit, and he can only waste precious energy and make an extra trip.

But it's definitely worth the extra trip.

Anyan saw a desert livery HMMWV (Military Humvee) he had prepared, which had been specially modified to have thick bulletproof armor and glass, and armor for the Heavy position.

Two tracked armed robots, armed with an M249 light machine gun and a 40mm grenade launcher, have been moved to the tail box, and they have sufficient firepower.

Anyang originally planned to use 8*8 wheeled armored vehicles and play with small-caliber artillery shells, but the industrial group was just starting out and had not been able to buy this thing...... You can only lower the force and use the Hummer first.

Cowell opened the door and got into the car, and he was in charge of driving; An Yang was in charge of the machine gun, and unlike the rudimentary protection of the American army for machine gunners, his head was surrounded by bulletproof glass.

Anyang ready: "Enable the transfer!" ”

The next moment, they were on the side of the road on the outskirts of Mexico, and there were no ghosts in the evening.

The Hummer starts, and An Jan grabs the M2HB machine gun.

The helmet interface is tuned to an enhanced display, and the intelligence will invoke four-dimensional monitoring to assist them in combat. The night has become indistinguishable from the day.

There is also a minimap below the helmet interface, with red dots marking the location of enemies and high-risk targets flashing; On the other side is the amount of ammunition and the remaining bullets in the magazine.

"Action!"

As Anyan's words fell, the Humvee roared and rushed out, passing through two blocks and approaching the drug lord's lair.

The loud roar of the speeding car woke up the sleeping drug dealers, and just when they were still a little confused, the battle had already begun.

The Humvee rushed to the front of the big villa, the two-meter-high iron door was horizontal in front of it, it was not easy for ordinary people to get in, but in front of the machine gun, it was almost like paper paste.

The M2HB is a heavy machine gun that fires 12.7 mm rounds that are as powerful as an anti-materiel sniper rifle, with a smooth trajectory and an extremely long range.

Aiming at the position of the guard displayed by the helmet, the thumb pressed down on the U-shaped trigger, and the killer weapon began to roar, whether it was a thick iron door or a wall, it was vulnerable.

Large-caliber bullets easily penetrate obstacles, shooting through and killing guards who have just woken up and have not had time to react.

Cowell stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer smashed open the hole-ridden iron door and smashed the Yellow Dragon.

Some of the big drug lord's subordinates also reacted, picked up the guys one after another, and gathered at the door. An Yang saw these people on the display interface.

No nonsense, turn the muzzle and open fire on the crowd.

What is the effect of hitting people with a 12.7mm heavy machine gun?

It has a huge kinetic energy that can easily knock down two or three hundred pound men, and the bullets are shooting. After entering the target's body, it will also flip inside the body, causing damage often - tearing at the waist.

A guy who rushed to the front with an AK was hit by a series of bullets, and his companions saw that his lower limbs were still in place, while his upper limbs had moved a few meters away from his body.

Blood, internal organs, and splattered tissues were like rain, and they were suddenly cold. Fear has been created, but the speed of the bullet is faster.

Before the first companion could hit the ground, a succession of bullets tore apart the second and third people. The raindrops of dense attacks made them fly everywhere with severed limbs and wreckage!

In less than a few seconds, the first few people who chased after them were all wiped out.

The helmet interface showed other targets, and Anyan continued to shoot, the walls and bunkers were like papier-mâché to him, and the bullets could easily penetrate them.

It's useless to hide, it's just psychological comfort, the intelligence has long seen it clearly, and the targets are all highlighted on the interface, and they are named one by one.

The drug dealers who rushed out of the big villa were broken to pieces before they could escape out of the living room, and some bullets even penetrated two people in a row, which was impossible to prevent.

In the end, the guy who chased him out was scared on the spot, the walls, furniture, and companions were torn to shreds, and his legs were limp and he dodged a dense round of bullets.

With his crotch wet, he crawled back and ran to the basement, where he was caught by a small boss and shouted, "What are you running!" Go and stop the enemy! ”

"They, they're all dead!" The guy with the wet crotch said in horror, "I saw the U.S. military calling!" ”

"What are you crazy about!" The little boss slapped him in the face and talked nonsense.

The guy covered his face and said really: "Really, I swear to God, I really saw the military vehicles of the Americans, the Humvees!" ”

"The U.S. military is calling?" It's incredible to be a little boss, but it's Mexico! Although it is quite close to the United States...... Could it be the U.S. invasion?

But now I can't think about it, I just want to close the basement, hide in the hideout built with a lot of money, and then call more of my men to come to support!

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PS: Recommended ticket.