In the past, Major Carrillo had made many emergency sorties, and they had received information about drug dealers who could intercept large quantities of drugs if they could catch them, but those emergency sorties were almost never successful.

Because drug dealers will send people to keep an eye on them, they will tempt children to stalk at the door of the police station with a few dollars and a few pieces of candy, and when the police are dispatched on a large scale, those children will immediately pass on the news, and in addition, coupled with the black warning secret, Carrillo used to be like a headless fly, seemingly busy, but in fact he found nothing.

But now, everything has changed, they are training at the air base, there is no direct contact with drug dealers, and there is a Minister of the Interior to cover their whereabouts, so few people know that the Colombian government has set up such a team at this moment.

This allowed the task force to proceed very smoothly, with two platoons of soldiers led by Carrillo jumping onto the trucks, which then departed from the path behind the base, and after driving some distance, the vehicles turned back to the road and headed for the meeting point provided by DEA.

Unaware of the presence of a group of agents from the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) crouching outside their doors, the drug dealers were either sitting on the side of the street disguised as homeless people or hiding in their houses, all of them loaded and ready for a surprise attack.

"I hope those guys move quickly and don't get discovered!"

"Don't worry, this time it's not an ordinary policeman, it's a special team retrained by the Ministry of the Interior, and even the instructors are sent from the United States!"

"Hah, our instructor, what can those guys teach?"

"It's not the National Guard, it's a mercenary, it's called the Shadow Company or something!"

"I've heard of those guys, aren't they operating in Africa?"

"Then I don't know, I guess the business has expanded!"

The DEA agent chatted for a long time, and then heard a radio call, Carrillo's task force was approaching the target at this moment, and after confirming the information with DEA, Carrillo immediately beckoned the driver to rush straight inside.

"Understood!"

The driver sitting in the driver's seat looked at the factory in front of him, and without saying a word, he hit the iron door at one end, and then, he slammed on the brakes and killed the direction, and then, the truck tires brought up green smoke in the harsh friction sound, and the body was also horizontal because of this operation, and directly aimed the tail exit at the plant.

"Up, up, up!"

Before the drug dealers inside could react, the door at the back of the truck was smashed open by the task force soldiers, and then several task force soldiers started shooting before they even walked out.

Bullets are firing wildly at all objects that can move, there is no warning, there will be no warning, the madness of drug dealers is unimaginable, when they see the police, their first reaction is to shoot, not to flee, so the task force will not have any warning deterrence, because that is futile, it will only increase their own casualties.

While the center of the Carrile Strip was in full bloom, the DEA on the periphery also joined up with another vehicle, and then DEA's agents and task force attacked from the periphery.

Almost as soon as the two sides entered into an extremely fierce exchange of fire.

Colombian drug traffickers are not inferior to their task forces, they are also equipped with a large number of automatic weapons, and the drug traffickers' favorite is the Israeli-made Uzi submachine gun, because it is small in size, but it has fierce firepower, especially those killers who like to attack their targets on motorcycles, and almost everyone has this weapon.

In addition to submachine guns, there are also a lot of European munitions they procure, including FAL automatic rifles, G3 automatic rifles, in addition, they will also purchase some firepower produced in Latin America, including shotguns and submachine guns.

Of course, the only difference between drug dealers and the regular army is that the former does not have any stable military training, and the psychological quality is not good, so it is easy to collapse morale and scatter.

Carrillo's men broke into the factory in small groups and then engaged in close quarters with drug dealers in warehouses and abandoned factories.

In the beginning, the drug dealers, who had the advantage of the terrain, had the upper hand for a while

, they hid behind cover, fired indiscriminately, and even wounded several task force soldiers.

However, the wounded comrades did not hit the task force, but angered the latter, and they returned fire with heavy fire to suppress the fire of the drug dealers, and then, a member of the team stepped forward and dragged the wounded to a safe place.

And the places they are missing will soon be filled.

The drug dealers are the complete opposite, although the latter also has many people, but there is no sense of cooperation at all, everyone only cares about their own happiness, and does not pay attention to whether there are wounded around them, and they will even make up for the injured companion to prevent the other party from being captured alive by the police.

And the crocodile, who is a small leader in the Medellín Group, is in a hurry at the moment, and he doesn't know when he was targeted, but now, he is undoubtedly destined to be planted.

The resistance outside is weakening little by little, and the crocodile does not have the slightest courage to go out to fight at the moment, he is a killer with his brain, he can give everything for money, but the premise is that he has to live, at the moment when the gun rang out, he knew that he could not escape, but he still couldn't help but want to find a way to escape, and even called the black police he was familiar with, hoping that the other party could pull him, but the latter immediately hung up the phone after learning that he had an accident.

The crocodile, who had no hope of escaping, listened to the gunshots outside that were constantly approaching his hiding place, and the screams of those drug dealers, and finally made up his mind.

"Don't move!"

As soon as the heavily armed task force soldiers kicked open the door, they saw the crocodile with their hands raised in surrender kneeling on the ground, which made the soldiers who were ready to shoot immediately a little disappointed, they had just slaughtered all sides here, killing nearly twenty drug dealers, if there was not an order to catch some surrendered live mouths, I am afraid that the task force would have directly washed this place in blood.

However, even if he surrendered, the crocodile would not end well, and he thought that the policemen would be as good at talking as the guys who took their own black money, and immediately shouted at the task force soldiers who walked into the room.

"I need to be safe, or you won't want to know anything!"

"Protection?"

Carrillo walked into the room as if he had heard a joke, and he beckoned his men to come in with buckets and towels.

"I've got a guarantee you're sure to love!"