", those guys!"

Looking at the crazy firepower in front of him, the commander of the Barvo detachment couldn't help but change his color, although killing the drug dealer didn't have any psychological pressure on him, but looking at the sparse corpses that were repeatedly strafed, even a veteran like him had a little numb.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire, I specifically call for a ceasefire!"

Seeing that no one had survived, but the bodies were still being swept away by bullets, the commander immediately grabbed the radio and cursed.

The archers, who had been scolded severely, stopped firing, and then they looked around and saw that the shells were piled up around them, even up to their necks.

Because of the distance, the shooters could not see the tragic situation of the corpses being torn apart by bullets, so they fought without psychological burden, and even became more and more angry because of the roaring gunshots.

And now, they have to leave the battlefield first, cool down their weapons, and reload them with ammunition.

The Bravo detachment did not continue to advance, they continued to stay where they were, waiting for the arrival of the subsequent Charile detachment.

Soon, Huey helicopters loaded with PCs flew over the battlefield, and the OH6 helicopters accompanying their escort began to bomb the distant functional area with rockets after entering the airfield, and when Huey put down the personnel and then returned, they would also return together to replenish ammunition, until the second batch of PCs arrived again and continued to repeat the previous process.

It took four trips between the two Huey helicopters to get the Charile detachment to the battlefield, and on the fourth trip, they even brought in CIA agents and Drug Enforcement Administration agents.

The former jumped off the plane and immediately began to get excited when he smelled the smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood, while the latter immediately vomited a piece after smelling the pungent blood.

"Is this place a slaughterhouse?"

One of the agents vomited and even threw the submachine gun in his hand aside, but fortunately, the PC next to him handed him a water bottle, which made him feel better.

"It's not a slaughterhouse, but it's pretty much the same, look there!"

Hearing PC say this, curiosity made this DEA agent raise his head, and then, he saw the hell more than a hundred meters away, full of stumps and broken arms, and the flowing blood stained a large area of the land, and even flowed into the sea, and not even a single intact body could be found in it.

Seeing this, the Drug Enforcement Administration agent immediately felt sick to his stomach again, and then vomited and couldn't even stand steadily, so he could only half-kneel on the ground.

"Let them vomit, and we'll move on!"

The CIA agents, who were not at all uncomfortable, simply put together their equipment and then led the attack on the remaining functional areas of the island.

Taking advantage of this time, the Charile detachment had already assembled the K19 grenade launchers they had brought, and then, under the cover of forty mm grenades and the roar of the birdie helicopter Gatling overhead, the assembled PCs randomly began to move on.

The loss of almost two-thirds of his men has left the drug dealer commander in deep self-doubt, and his brain has completely shut down at this moment, he is still thinking about that hell, without his command, the rest of the drug dealers can only resist spontaneously with courage.

And their enemies have crossed that hell and struck them in the face.

The Gatling Gun's Bird helicopter was also an infantry harvester, and its roaring machine guns swept across the rooftops of the houses, mercilessly tearing apart the unfortunate ones who had chosen the wrong defensive positions.

And the drug dealers hiding in the buildings have nowhere to hide, these little bird helicopters are as nimble as a dragonfly, and even the pilot has time to sweep every suspicious window.

The drug dealers thought that they would be able to push back the enemy by resisting stubbornly in the buildings of the functional area, but they didn't know that close-quarters combat had always been the focus of Shadow Company PCs' training, and it was still them who suffered when they entered this kind of close-quarters combat.

As soon as the two combat detachments entered the functional area, they were divided into combat teams according to their usual training and began to clean the building, carrying enough grenades and ammunition

medicine, sweeping the building is even more methodical, breaking down the gates, blasting the walls, and even blowing up the floor.

The drug dealers thought they had a good spot in the room, but their opponents were like prophets, always attacking from blind spots they didn't notice, grenades to clear the way, machine gun suppression, and even those crazy PCs to open the way with machine guns, and the middle power bullets were enough to penetrate the fragile walls and kill the guys hiding inside.

And this is still an ordinary situation, if you encounter a bad temper, it is rocket demolition, PCs carry a lot of rocket launchers loaded with high-explosive warheads, which are used to blow up wooden buildings.

Under the fierce attack of the PC, the drug dealers retreated one after another, and only a few people were able to escape from the defensive positions alive, and most of them simply fell asleep.

Soon, the PC blocked more than a dozen drug dealers in a small two-story building.

The PCs wanted to continue the attack, but the Bird helicopter that had completed the supply flew to the battlefield again, and the armed speedboat also changed its ammunition and barrels, and at the strong request of the pilot, the PCs could only watch the former take the attack mission.

Then, there was the relentless strafing from the sky and the sea.

「gungungungungun！」

The bird's pilot watched the co-shooter go crazy as he piloted the helicopter around the building, and the shooters at sea were not far off, all roaring and raining bullets.

"I'm suddenly feeling a little sorry for those guys!"

A CIA agent suddenly sighed as he looked at the walls of the building that had been peeled off by bullets.

The pincer from the double fire continued until the bird helicopter finished all the bullets, and the whole building was no longer in an intact place, all of which were densely packed with gun holes, and after the plane, the pilot still felt that it was not enjoyable, and then several rockets were fired, and the two-story building began to burn.

The miserable appearance of this two-story building also made the few remaining drug dealers sober up, coupled with the subsidence of the drug's power, the last dozen people finally failed to continue to resist firmly, but dropped their weapons, raised their hands and walked out of the bunker in fear.

"We surrender, we surrender, don't kill us, please!"

The drug dealers, who were crying like babies, lay on the ground with great honesty, and they didn't even dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction and resistance in the face of the PC's brutal body search, after all, the still smoking muzzles and blood-stained bayonets were really not a joke.