Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 545 The Disappearing Men

"Boss, I can't see them anymore!"

Caught off guard, the Los Zetas commandos had no idea that Song Heping would play this trick.

It's like a squid, muddying the entire ocean.

"Block the car in front of them! If you block them, they won't be able to escape!"

Lascano yelled frantically over the comms.

"Team one, take out the car that's turning around!"

He knew very well that this was like blocking a ditch to catch fish.

As long as both ends are blocked, no matter how muddy the water in the middle is, the fish will not be able to escape.

The first three cars in the convoy rushed forward frantically, but Lascano's other group of rocket launchers lived up to expectations and fired three rockets to overturn the lead car.

This time the road is blocked.

Everything——

Amid the gunfire, the muffled sound of grenade launches still rang out in a low-key and rhythmic manner.

The smoke on the roads and in the mountains grew thicker.

"The lead car is gone!"

"Provide machine gun cover, and the vanguard will charge forward and kill them."

"The car behind is turning around!"

"Don't let them turn around! Kill them!"

whoosh-

The third group of rocket launchers at the front of the ambush circle fired rockets crazily.

But this time it was a mistake.

Because the smoke bombs had begun to take effect at this time, the rocket launcher operator could not see the target clearly, and the RPG rockets he fired completely lost their accuracy, and none of them hit the vehicle behind.

At the critical moment, a Los Zetas commando rushed forward, detonated the explosives that had been tied to his body, and crashed into the car behind.

boom--

Under the huge explosion, even the modified bulletproof car was blown to the ground on the road.

Although the people in the car were not killed on the spot, they were dizzy from the shock.

Someone opened the car door.

Several Los Zetas commandos rushed over and shot directly at the Sinaloa members who got out of the car.

At close range, the Sinaloa members who were stunned by the explosion were beaten to death before they could react.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and the smoke was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Song Heping got out from the other side of the car, he was already wearing a gas mask.

A member of the Los Zetas assault team had already rushed down the hillside. Song Heping saw that this guy was charging straight ahead like a robot without any fear, completely ignoring whether there were any Sinaloa gunmen around him. He was like a robot, firing all the way while moving towards the convoy.

A Sinaloa member shot at him, but he just shook his body after being shot twice, then turned the gun and shot the other person like a hornet's nest.

Song Heping picked up the HK G36C and fired a burst of shots at the opponent's head.

This time he finally got his life taken.

"These guys seem to have taken stimulants. Hit them in the head!"

He suddenly understood why the people of Los Zetas gave the outside world the impression that they were so fierce and brutal.

These guys probably have a trick up their sleeve.

And the secret weapon is stimulants.

In this damn place called Mexico, there are no drugs you can't find, only drugs you can't imagine.

There are all kinds of traditional white powder or new hallucinogenic synthetic drugs.

After using up that thing, people will be like dead soldiers, with no fear of death at all.

boom--

Just after warning the others, another member of the Los Zetas assault team came up and died together with a car.

By this time, flames were everywhere on the road.

Song Heping roughly estimated that it was just over two minutes.

At least four vehicles were written off.

As for how many people died in Sinaloa, he had no idea.

There was thick smoke everywhere, and Song Heping could not see anyone except Jiang Feng.

"White Bear! Hunter! Report the situation!"

"Boss, these lunatics..."

White Bear's voice was quickly interrupted.

It was obvious that he was being suppressed by fire.

"The Queen is injured!"

"Is it serious?!"

"Boss, I'm fine... I took a bullet in the arm!"

Dangdangdang——

The sound of the bullet hitting the bulletproof car interrupted the call again.

The scene turned into a mess.

Song Heping hid behind the wheel and kept shooting.

He couldn't let any of the Stormtroopers get close to him.

These guys have bombs strapped to their bodies.

He started by self-destructing.

Damn it, there’s no way to play it like that!
"Three more minutes! Three more minutes!"

Song Heping shouted as he fired, "Have you finished firing the smoke bombs?!"

“They’re all gone!”

The hunter was calling out there.

The stormtroopers came in waves.

Song Heping suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

It feels sticky when you touch it.

I guess it was a ricochet injury.

The whole situation is very unfavorable for the Sinaloa team.

The enemy clearly has the advantage in firepower and terrain.

The enemy had a large number of people and they were on the hillside, firing at the people below to cover the assault group's attack.

The assault team responsible for close combat were all deadly warriors, and each of them had explosives strapped to their bodies.

At the end of the fight, he rushed over and detonated the explosives, dying together with the Sinaloa people.

Lascano watched all this from the hillside, a smile on his stern face.

Won.

At this point, he could basically conclude that he had a sure win.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, we can start cleaning up the battlefield in ten minutes.

It seems that the Chinese guy is just like that.

Previously, people from other groups deified this person too much.

In front of a former Army Special Forces member like me, wasn't he defeated like a dead tree or rotten wood and had no chance to fight back?
I couldn't see any cars or people on the road.

No one knew how many smoke bombs the convoy launched and how many smoke bombs it threw.

Lascano continued to issue death orders on the channel: "Everyone, press forward and kill them all. Don't let them escape in the smoke!"

Now, what he was most worried about was that the people in the convoy would take advantage of the smoke to sneak into the mountains and forests and escape.

It stands to reason that it is impossible to do so since our ambush circle is very tightly arranged, but it is better to be cautious just in case.

Kill them all as quickly as possible, this is the best effect.

Under Lascano's orders, all the commandos of Los Zetas charged towards the highway...

A few minutes later, Lascano, who was standing on the hillside watching the battle, suddenly found that the gunshots on the road seemed to gradually become scattered.

Another few minutes passed.

No more gunfire could be heard on the highway.

The smoke hasn't cleared yet.

This type of military smoke bomb produces a lot of smoke and is not easy to blow away.

So Lascano couldn't see the specific conditions on the road.

"what happened?!"

Suspicion arose in his mind.

"Charge Team One! Hear the answer!"

no respond.

"Charge Team Two!"

Still no one answered.

"Charge Team Three!"

Still no one answered.

The entire mountain road suddenly became quiet.

Terrible silence...

Lascano continued to call: "Fire team?!"

No one answered.

I just ordered everyone to press forward.

Now, there are only himself and the three personal guards around him.

The others should have been fighting on the road.

Why is there no sound?

His hairs suddenly stood up.

Some bad thoughts popped into my mind.

The sky is dotted with stars, but the surroundings are eerily quiet.

A commando team of more than one hundred people was suddenly transferred to another time and space in the back alley.

Gone?

Disappeared? !

"Boss, something seems wrong..."

The men around him suddenly became frightened.

"Lanster, go down and take a look!"

Lascano glanced sideways at his man.

His number is Z14.

Also a former special forces member.

"Cyril, follow him. The two of you should work together and go down to see what's going on!?"

To reassure Z14, he asked Z15 to go with him.

"Yes……"

The two of them answered hesitantly.

Thick smoke still filled the road, which was only a few hundred meters long.

It was like a huge, man-eating beast lying on the road, and the thick smoke seemed to hide a monster that could swallow anyone who entered and never let them out.

Cyril and Lanster formed a two-man tactical team, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right. The left slope team unfolded and slowly moved towards the road.

Soon, the two disappeared in the thick smoke.

Lascano lost track of the two men.

bang bang——

Suddenly, two gunshots were heard in the thick smoke.

Lascano shuddered violently.

The surroundings fell silent again and became quiet.

"Go! Withdraw!"

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?
However, just as the two men turned around and tried to flee to the top of the hill, several bright tactical flashlights suddenly shot out from all directions of the woods, covering Lascano and the last of his men.

Several dark shadows slowly surrounded them from different directions.

"Put down the gun, or die."

A male voice with a slight accent came, which was obviously not authentic local Spanish.

"You lose, Lascano."

Under the bright light, Lascano wanted to raise his gun, but quickly realized that this was seeking death.

He and his men slowly raised their hands.

At this moment, he felt as funny as a frog that was completely unable to resist after being illuminated by a farmer's flashlight in the field at night.

"I lost……"

He sighed and accepted defeat.

Then he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and asked unwillingly: "How did you do it?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)