King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 397 - 383 Ultimate Cover-Up

While Joe Ga and his team were struggling, Nis and Kitten had moved several hundred meters to the side and found a new shooting position.

Meanwhile, Tony and his fellow technicians had also sprung into action...

The lean and tall Tony, who had tied a red bandana around his head, was carrying a multi-barreled grenade launcher on his back with a row of grenades, running toward Old Cow and his team.

Running with him was a black guy named Curry, who had ditched his glasses and was carrying two ammo boxes, following Tony to where Old Cow was positioned.

Old Cow looked at the two guys gasping for air after running a few hundred meters, their faces like they were about to die from climbing one flight of stairs, and signaled Tony to give them a hand before disdainfully saying, "Clearly lacking in training, drop your gear and get back...fast."

The red bandana-wearing Tony said excitedly, "Iron Shovel, I’m part of the company too, I can fight."

Old Cow handed over the machine gun position to Tony, then, manipulating the grenade launcher that was nearly as big as a large revolver, laughed and said, "You call that fighting, you little chick?

I’ll give you a mission, go down there and say hello to the cops’ mamas, ask them if they’ve got no balls?

Tell them our boss has the drug traffickers’ main force pinned down, I’m going to use grenades to clear a path for them, tell them to move forward and sandwich those damn traffickers."

"They bring an armored vehicle but don’t have the guts to advance, these guys are just useless."

On hearing this, Tony’s eyes widened as he said, "Can we not run anymore, we have the HRT’s frequency..."

After saying that, Tony pulled out a pistol, adjusting the communicator before he took a few seconds to muster himself and then swore loudly, "FUCK YOU, you sons of bitches at HRT!!!

Are you guys useless?

You maggots with brains full of shit, can you move your fat asses?

We’re coming to make a path for you, and if you chest-haired sissies still don’t dare advance, I’ll deliver each of you a camisole dress; that suits you better for making money, not doing tough guy jobs..."

Old Cow heard the channel fall silent for a moment, followed by a barrage of swearing...

Soon, a gruff voice said, "This is Depp from HRT’s ’Fallen Angels Squad,’ who the hell are you?"

Tony, seeing Old Cow give him a thumbs up, proudly shouted, "I’m P.B technical officer Curry, I’m ordering you scared little bitches to rush the front gate.

We’ll be covering you with a grenade launcher and machine gun in one minute; if you don’t move, I’ll complain to the FBI headquarters about your neglect of duty. If those traffickers get away, it’ll all be on you."

No sooner had Tony finished speaking than the HRT agent named Depp angrily said, "FUCK, Curry, I’ll remember you, and you’ll find out who the idiot is."

Tony heard the HRT team leader’s response, gave Old Cow a thumbs up, then looked at his black buddy, Curry, spread his hands, and said, "Don’t worry, they won’t really trouble us."

Curry looked at Tony as if he’d seen a ghost and said, "Then why didn’t you use your own name?"

Tony shivered while hugging his arms and said, "Are you kidding? HRT’s scary, man. You’re black; you’ll run faster!"

After saying this, Tony rushed over to Old Cow and strenuously lifted a PKM machine gun, asking, "Sir, can I help?"

With a worried frown, Old Cow pushed the gun’s muzzle away from his groin and said with a pained expression, "Put the gun down, take a pistol, and guard the stairwell entrance. That’s an order..."

After saying this, Old Cow snatched the machine gun from Tony with one hand and put it on the ground, then, as the HRT mobilized its armored vehicle and began to push toward the chain-link gate behind the cover, he lifted the grenade launcher, aimed roughly, and pulled the trigger.

With a "thud," a grenade landed about 30 meters from the enemy.

With the first shot as a reference, Old Cow slightly raised the barrel and took a deep breath before rapidly firing the remaining grenades in quick succession at the enemy.

After firing the grenades, Old Cow turned and hugged the wall to reload the launcher, shouting loudly, "Potato, use the machine gun to sweep them; don’t stop, sweep them..."

Finally finding a use for his weapon, Tony roared and pulled the trigger, pushing down the muzzle to pour bullets near the gate of the wire fence, pressing the drug traffickers who had fortified their position with trucks and couldn’t raise their heads.

Meanwhile, the angered HRT agents, finally reaching the middle of the road, relied on the armored vehicle’s protection and began precise shooting.

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These guys were actually highly skilled, but HRT’s habit of waiting meant they chose to wait, after all, six people attacking a trafficker’s defense was too dangerous.

But now it indeed was crunch time; the drug traffickers’ main force was visibly heading deep into the warehouse, and intense fighting broke out there.

If they still didn’t dare to advance, they would indeed have to wait to be reported and laid off.

That’s the downside of an unclear command system. Joe Ga simply didn’t have time to communicate with Director Cooper. Instead, it was Tony’s swearing that stirred the keen-nosed HRT into action.

Intense gunfire broke out between both sides across half a street...

HRT and Old Cow’s team established crossfire that made the traffickers’ lives miserable, soon forcing them into a retreat.

When the HRT’s armored vehicle neared the gate, those FBI agents also followed suit, engaging in a close-quarters gunfight with a group of drug traffickers.

At that moment, Tony stopped his machine gun. He couldn’t ensure no friendly forces would be accidentally hit in the close combat and had to regretfully cease firing.

Yet Old Bull took advantage of the curved trajectory of grenades, blindly bombarding the lengthy drug smugglers’ convoy.

This series of grenades became the final straw that broke the drug smugglers’ will...

Knowing they had lost the front, and to avoid being caught in a pincer attack, their only choice was a desperate charge, attempting to break into the container area.

And to safely reach the container area across several hundred meters of open ground, they had to take out the firepower on the roof of the warehouse.

Joe Ga was now facing a tremendous challenge...

The drug cartel’s special forces, in a last-ditch effort, began pushing vehicles and using them as cover to launch their assault.

Two Cadillac Escalades were used as shields, and ten black-clad warriors advanced while pushing the vehicles, laying down a ferocious barrage of suppressive fire on Joe Ga and his team.

Meanwhile, another group of black-clad warriors pushed two sedans to start spreading out laterally, using the frontal cover to widen the gap, forming a new firing position to cover the advance of their colleagues towards the flanks at any moment.

It was now a contest of courage, as Joe Ga and Ayu bravely engaged in a head-on shootout with over a dozen drug cartel gunmen, shielded by the Escalades. With the high ground, they had the advantage in shooting angle, but were still heavily outmatched in firepower and numbers.

With the series of explosions on the shields, a stray bullet whistled through a gap, grazing Joe Ga’s arm and ripping away a piece of flesh.

The injured Joe Ga felt a searing pain in his arm, but he had no time to check his wound, his spirit embattled as never before...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The HK416 fired continuously, dropping several drug smugglers who popped up from behind the Escalades.

At the same time, Ayu’s machine gun finally tore through the roof of one Escalade, piercing its trunk and taking down several drug pushers.

Simultaneously, Waters and Sanderson abandoned their post at the rear entrance and rushed to join Joe Ga’s side, pinning those horizontally moving gunmen on the other side of their vehicles before they could find an angle to return fire.

Though the drug cartel members did not attempt to shoot, their two vehicles kept advancing.

With a peripheral glance, Joe Ga realized that the drug lord must be on that side, and the bodyguards left in the original position were just targets to distract his attention.

However, Joe Ga no longer had the strength to attack the laterally moving vehicles. Previously, he was mostly on the attacking side, always using various tools to ensure the safe advance and retreat of his men. Now, as the defender, he finally understood the true brutality of war.

There was no reason to it, it was simply a matter of life and death.

It was just that the drug traffickers did not bring heavy weapons; they had no grenades, no RPGs. Otherwise, with just a few of them, Joe Ga and his team had no chance of completely blocking the drug traffickers.

But then again, if they’d known the enemy had heavy firepower, Joe Ga wouldn’t have chosen to hold his position here.

Joe Ga took down a drug trafficker who slipped, then swiveled his gun and fired several shots at the front wheel of the Escalade, bursting the tire and forcing the traffickers to increase the manpower pushing the vehicle.

As he attempted to remind Sanderson and the others to hold off those two horizontally moving sedans at all costs, a bullet flew through the gaps in the leaves of a roadside tree, penetrated the head of one drug trafficker gunman, and struck the floral shirt surrounded by several men in the center.

That shot stunned all the drug cartel gunmen...

They had carefully chosen the safer side and had relied on roadside trees to block the sniper’s line of fire to the best of their ability. However, the lethal blow came out of nowhere.

Their morale hinged on their leader, Selas, the number three figure in the Sinaloa Group, who managed the entire drug trade in California.

These gunmen were his private armed force, only fully deployed at key transactions.

The loyalty logic of the drug traffickers was simple: if you rely on me for a living, you have to risk your life for me.

As long as I’m alive, I’ll let you enjoy the finest things. If I die under your protection, none of your family back in Mexico will escape.

That’s the real reason those drug cartel gunmen were so stubborn, but now...

In the distance, Nis worked the bolt, reloading another armor-piercing bullet into the chamber...

"In the harrowing burden..."

"Bang," the front left wheel of the sedan burst, and the vehicle rear-ended the one in front.

"In the wicked judgment..."

"Bang," a dazed bodyguard was hit in the back.

"In the malevolent celebration of enemies..."

"Bang," a gunman, having lost the will to fight, trying to flee alone, was hit in the ribs and slammed heavily against the car body.

"Begging for Your protection!!"

"Bang"......