Chapter 708: Chapter 317: The Decent Person
The rocket hit him full on as it blasted through the second-floor window. The One-eyed Dragon didn’t have time to react; he was blown out instantly.
“Sniper target elimination confirmed!!”
The Beggar Gang Disciple, shouldering an RPG launcher, grimaced and rubbed his shoulder as he reported in.
The investigator beside him, who was responsible for loading the weapon, glanced at him doubtfully. Are you sure this is sniping?
The Beggar Gang Disciple declared,
Single shot, large caliber, enemy down the moment they show their head.
How is this not sniping!!
With the sudden rocket attack bombing the second-floor window of the factory, catching the leader—the One-eyed Dragon—off guard, sent him to the skies. The explosion sent glass shattering, sending a flurry of wooden splinters everywhere, instantly throwing the drug cartel members into disarray.
No one noticed that their boss had been sniped the moment he showed up; he was already done for!
More than thirty men rushed out in panic, hiding in the dead angles behind buildings, yelling at the top of their lungs.
“Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!”
“Requesting backup!!”
They held their guns and fired bursts of gunfire into the surrounding darkness.
But the Beggar Gang Disciples would not engage in a shootout with them, instead, they launched self-destructing drones, with dozens flying towards them en masse.
“Drones!! There are explosive drones!!”
“Use shotguns and nets! Don’t run around!!” The cartel members heard the buzzing sound and their heads buzzed.
But having learned a painful lesson at the hands of the Tijuana Resistance Army, they had developed a method to deal specifically with explosive drones.
Though not highly effective, it could reduce casualties to some extent. The best method was not to run away from drones but to confront them head-on!
All they needed to do was hide behind buildings with shields to prevent being hit by explosion splashes or use high-pole nets to catch the drones directly.
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Despite being prepared, theoretical knowledge did not equate to actual combat, faced with the suicidal dive bombing of the drones, they were still blown to pieces, crying for their parents. Self-destructing on the spot, they were blasted into the sky.
Some cartel members held shotguns, firing wildly at the diving drones, hitting them successfully and causing them to explode midair, saving themselves, but inadvertently taking out two teammates with the blast damage.
The scene was chaotic.
Allen Zhang rode in a Black Hawk Helicopter, quickly arriving over the factory, holding binoculars, watching the fiery scene below.
Another Black Hawk roared overhead, its blinding spotlight revealing targets on the ground, virtually blinding them.
Beggar Gang Disciples pulled out the machine guns mounted on the aircraft, targeting the drug cartel members who were running and hiding below, with a burst of gunfire.
A perfectly fine man was instantly turned into a mist of blood, with limbs flying everywhere!
Cartel members were scurrying for cover, shouting in panic at the sight of two Black Hawk Helicopters: “Black Hawk Helicopters! It’s Black Hawk Helicopters! Quick! Use RPG rockets! Quick! Get in the armored vehicles and escape!!”
A few braved the gunfire to rush to the armory in the garage, while others brought out RPG launchers, trying to aim at the Black Hawk hovering above. But in the next second, accompanied by a whistling sound getting closer, hundreds of tracers flew in from a hundred meters high in sky.
The bullets hit the ground, blowing bodies to smithereens, dust flying everywhere, and only a second later did the sound of machine gunfire follow, like firecrackers popping.
The Warthog buzzed overhead, its front end emitting thick white smoke as it flew through, looking much like a sonic boom.
Turning back around, it aimed at the garage of the Central Storage Warehouse, tilting its body and launching a ground-to-air missile.
Whoosh!! The missile became a sword, detaching from the Warthog’s rocket pod, striking the garage directly.
Boom!!! The just-started armored military vehicle also exploded right on the spot.
With the booming sounds echoing, even the rooftops collapsed!
The cartel members were crying for their parents.
But some leaders were still trying to endure, preparing to take two hostages for self-protection, but with the Beggar Gang Disciples and investigators quickly closing in due to absolute air superiority, the factory was tightly surrounded with no way out. They shot the power supply, plunging the factory into darkness once again.
The Black Hawk turned off its spotlights, circling overhead in the dark, the whole factory ruinous and pockmarked, walls toppled, the Central Storage Warehouse the only building left intact.
Drug Enforcement Administration investigators, wearing night vision goggles and armed with rifles, hid behind buildings, executing each body on the ground, and unexpectedly found a drug dealer playing dead. He got shot in the butt and immediately cried out.
Covering his bum, sobbing profusely, he turned over, raised his hands wanting to surrender, “I surrender!! Don’t kill me! I surrender!”
“Where are the hostages!!” the investigator demanded.
“In the warehouse of the Central Storage.” The drug dealer said in panic.
Immediately, the Beggar Gang Disciples kicked down the door, sending drones inside, aiming at potential hiding spots, but after a thorough search of the empty room, found nothing, not even on the second floor.