On the docks of an abandoned shipyard......

Dozens of cars were parked in the open space of the dock, and a dozen bearded men from the Middle East were moving bags and bags of drugs off a modest yacht.

The Courier, dressed in a tailor-made high-end suit, commanded the 'delivery workers' to place drugs neatly in the back compartment of five G pickups.

At the time of the "delivery man, start work," the messenger walked to the side of a car, and said with a reserved smile to the middle-aged man in a police uniform on the co-pilot: "The goods have arrived, and you will be responsible for arranging for the police to escort these trucks away later."

Sir, they can't go wrong anymore, you have to find a suitable place to store them before we can find the right distributor. ”

The man in the police uniform looked at the messenger with an angry face, and said, "Our cooperation does not include helping you save drugs.

Why are you damn fools attacking that goddamn jackal?

Now that the Albanians are dead and I'm out of control of the Yanks, do you know how hard it is to find a reliable distributor?

I can't do this every time to help your cargo go ashore and mobilize the police to help you intercept the Colombian cargo ship, do you know what the consequences are? ”

Saying that, the middle-aged man in police uniform glanced at the mercenaries with automatic weapons around him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "These mad dogs are fighting in New York with automatic rifles, but they don't fucking hit anything."

You idiots are making things worse, fkyou, why can't you listen to me? ”

The messenger, looking at the middle-aged man in police uniform with a smile, said, "I promise this is the last time, 'Engineer, the problem of the FBI has been solved, and you will definitely be able to deal with the investigation of a small police officer under your hand.'

Once we've found the right dealer again, you can sit back in your office and have your men collect money on a regular basis.

Sir, you bought yourself a beach house and a yacht in Florida a month ago, that's something you can't possibly have in your life as a police officer, it's worth taking a little risk, right? ”

The messenger, the implicit threat made the middle-aged man in the police uniform shut up, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "From the moment you found Bill Heinz, I shouldn't have been involved.

You've got a mad dog, and the mad dog isn't as amazing as they claim.

Their shitty rough action not only got me on the 'engineer', blacklist, but it also fucking failed again.

You'd better warn him to get him back to his Pennsylvania farm and forget about my existence. ”

The Courier, smiling, took a step back, nodded and said, "I like the Engineer, conservative and sophisticated, but compared to the results of their subsequent actions, your blacklisting is really nothing, and I will give you enough compensation......

Rest assured, without the engineers, we still have the 'Heinz Farm,' and they're more motivated than we are.

I like people who hold grudges, because hatred makes those Marines work harder, and money makes them work harder on top of their efforts.

….

Unless you're willing to take matters into your own hands when you're in trouble, there's no better place for us than them. ”

The middle-aged man in the police uniform looked coldly at the messenger who was full of arrogance in his tone, and said sarcastically: "In your hometown, those soldiers are the ones who want your life. ”

The messenger, indifferently, spread his hands and said, "So driving them to battle will give me a greater sense of accomplishment!"

This world is a world about money, you will sell your soul for money, and they will give up honor for money to become a wild dog of war.

Fair enough! ”

And just as the messenger was talking, a middle-aged strong man in a tactical vest came over and said in a deep voice: "My people can't be contacted, let your people move faster......"

The messenger, stunned for a moment, said, "Shit, are all your people rubbish?"

Twice, two raids didn't kill that jackal! ”

The middle-aged man was Bill Heintz, the owner of the 'Heinz Farm,' and he looked coldly at the 'Messenger,'

He said in a deep voice: "I said, you should move faster......"

The loss of contact with his subordinates gave Bill Heinz an indescribable violent aura.

Faced with the 'messenger', with a distrustful expression, he reached out and shook it above his head, picked up the radio and said, "Remind our friends and tell them to hurry."

The first and second teams went to the downstream position, the third team went to the exit position of the shipyard to stand guard, and the fourth team looked for the commanding heights. ”

As soon as Bill Heinz finished speaking, several bullets were fired from a high altitude at the yacht docked.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

After a few explosions, the 'delivery workers' who were moving the goods angrily picked up the AK and wanted to fight back, and then under the appeasement of the 'messenger', they accelerated their movements in hatred.

The actions of the people in Heinz Farm made the middle-aged man in the police uniform nervous, and he said to his subordinates sitting in the cab: "Ask, is there anyone on duty nearby?" ”

Soon he got a negative answer, but instead of laughing at Bill Heinz's nervousness, he said to the driver: "The people who informed us that everything went according to plan, and after escorting the drugs away, we ......"

When the middle-aged man in the police uniform spoke, a warning suddenly came to mind on everyone's radio......

"We have guests, on the river, ohshit, they have RPG ......"

With an exclamation, a rocket was fired from the dark river towards the yacht docked at the pier.

Boom, there was a loud bang, and a large cloud of sparks erupted at the rear of the yacht, and the leaking fuel oil created a burning field on the river.

The burning field made it impossible for either side to see each other's movements, but soon a burst of gunfire like a chainsaw caused complete chaos on the docks.

A dozen or so seemingly vulgar 'delivery workers' left half of them to continue their carrying work, while others grabbed their weapons and rushed to the starboard side of the yacht and began to shoot wildly at the dark river.

But soon a chain of machine-gun bullets led by tracer bullets found them, and the small-caliber ammunition of Minimi ricocheted at the yacht, causing a 'delivery man' to fall to the ground in agony.

Because the yacht blocked the bullets from the river, the people of Heinz Farm did not choose to fight back, but very quickly began to arm around it.

….

These are true battlefield veterans, they know the consequences of a rout, no matter who the enemy is, they can't mess around, and the right thing to do is to repel the opponent or buy enough time to evacuate in an orderly manner.

This mission was meant to be temporary, but they believed that they were not well prepared, and the enemy would certainly be the same!

Bill Heinz grabbed a guy next to him, pointed to the drugs that had not been filled, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "I'm urging them, 10 minutes, 10 minutes later I want everyone to get in the car." ”

“yessir！！”

Just as the GI turned around and shouted at the 'delivery workers,' there was a series of muffled noises in the downstream position......

A dozen smoke grenades flew in the air for a few seconds and landed on the ground, which began to release a large amount of smoke, and then a violent gunfire rang out in the direction of the downstream......

The gunfire was fired by the men of Heinz Farm, two teams of 20 men who had formed a line of defense using the complex structure of the shipyard, and when they spotted the enemy, habitually began to pour ammunition in the general direction.

At this time, more smoke grenades were thrown out, and the thick smoke obscured a large area of space, making the GIs lose their vision.

At this time, Choga was approaching the enemy's direction with the help of thick smoke and the cover of buildings.

The four members of Team A opened up the distance, the medical officer bird was close to the river bank, and Dorian was more than 30 meters inside, and the two of them were holding the same grenade launcher, and they kept sending smoke bombs towards the factory.

Joga and Ayew threw a smoke field in front of them.

The heavy fire did not pose any threat to them, but it did reveal their general location.

Joga threw out the last smoke bomb, raised HK416 to check the enemy's position 300 meters away through the thermal sight, and then pressed the communicator and said with a smile: "

Elephants, say hello to them with grenades......"

As soon as Joga's words fell, the sound of a grenade being fired was remembered on his right side......

"All ......"

Six air-burst grenades were dropped into a dense cloud of smoke before exploding 1 meter above the ground.

The programmed grenade is clever enough to set not only the explosion distance, but also the explosion height.

The thermal sight provided Dorian with enough assistance, and three gun-wielding guys fell to the ground in an instant after the six grenades exploded.

At the same time, Dorian's position also attracted a fierce attack from the enemy......

"Da Da Da ......"

More than a dozen automatic rifles opened fire at the same time, instantly covering a large area of the position, allowing Dorian to flee in embarrassment.

The Medic Bird, who was close to the riverbank, also released six grenades as Dorian yelled for help, leaving the defending enemies a little confused.

At this time, Joga and Ayew moved forward again, entering the range of 150 meters.

In the thick smoke, Qiao Jia found a suitable cover, and then patted Ayu on the shoulder who insisted on following him, and said, "King Kong, move, say hello to them......"

Ayew stood behind an abandoned steel machine, leaning behind the thermal sight with his PK eyes like a rifle, grinning and pulling the trigger......

"Dada......"

Under such visual conditions, even with thermal assistance, it is not suitable for accurate shooting.

Ayew chose to strafe the opponent with the heaviest firepower, giving the boss room to shoot accurately.

Sure enough, as Ayuw's machine gun rang out, the attack on the opposite side suddenly paused for a moment.

At this time, Joga stood about 15 meters on Ayew's side and pulled the trigger on the enemy.

The thermal images gave Joga a quicker way to find enemies, and the reddish outlines were very noticeable.

In pursuit of speed, Joga didn't deliberately aim, and every time he locked onto an enemy, it was immediately a succession of three shots......

"Puff Puff"

"Puff Puff"

From an arms dealer to a war king.

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