Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 208 - 124: Ferocious (Fourth Update)

Chapter 208: Chapter 124: Ferocious (Fourth Update)

“Boss, something doesn’t seem right.”

As Dika and his men were discussing their next move, a sudden voice came through the walkie-talkie, as the lookout sent out an alert.

Dika quickly stood up, pushed open the window, and looked outside, just in time to see several drones circling overhead.

“Binoculars.”

Dika’s expression changed slightly, as it was still the afternoon. With several drones flying over, there must be a problem.

The moment he picked up the binoculars, Dika saw a scene that made his eyelids twitch.

On the streets, members of the Tijuana Group were streaming through the alleys, converging on the Third Community Building from all directions.

“Fuck, our movements have been leaked. Organize the team to retreat immediately.”

Dika swore, unsure where the error had occurred.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

The first Tijuana members to reach the Third Community had already engaged with the outer CIA security team.

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The sound of gunfire startled the nearby residents, who, accustomed to the chaos of Mexico, swiftly fled with their heads covered.

The members of Tijuana, ignoring these civilians, quickly broke through the blockade and reached the base of the building, thanks to their overwhelming numbers.

“Assault team, set up a two-tiered line of fire; snipers act at your discretion, prioritizing enemy machine gunners; emergency support team stand by for reinforcement; ensure logistical ammunition supply and casualty treatment. Also, get me in touch with the United States Special Operations Command, report our situation, request air support, and arrange our evacuation.”

Jacquen, truly an elite of the Delta Force, remained fearless in the face of sudden danger and calmly issued combat orders.

Dika’s face was somber as he picked up his phone and dialed CIA headquarters to report the situation.

Mikael Canto also made a hurried call to the high-ranking officials in Mexico and hung up after one minute.

“The Mexican police and military will come to support us, but it will take time.”

“No matter, they can’t break in.”

Jacquen glanced at the battle that had broken out below and was very confident in his team.

Once inside the Community Building, the Tijuana members with their numerical advantage quickly found themselves in trouble. The cramped and complex indoor environment hindered their advance, and their bravado was no match for the elite Special Forces. After dozens of them died in the corridors, the others became hesitant and afraid to move forward.

These gang members might handle fighting the police, but they were no match for the well-trained Special Forces, whose true capabilities quickly came to light.

…

Meanwhile, outside the Third Community Building, Carter, who was commanding the operation, looked displeased.

“Call the Zhetasi Forces to strike.”

Carter issued the command coldly, as a group of Tijuana members with a distinctly different bearing appeared on the battlefield. They were dressed in full sets of advanced gear and moved with trained precision.

They were few in number, only about thirty, formerly soldiers of Mexico’s air-mobile Special Forces who had defected to Tijuana for money, becoming its most elite assault force.

The Zhetasi members quickly exploited a gap to infiltrate the building, engaging in fierce gunfights with Delta Force inside, causing significant casualties.

However, amidst the crossfire, the battle attracted other actors. The sound of helicopters circled above, while sirens blared on the ground.

An armed helicopter flew in at low altitude, ready to provide fire support. It was a Mexican military aircraft summoned by the CIA for assistance.

Not far away, two more aircraft flew in, heading straight for the rooftop of the Community Building. It seemed they planned to land on the rooftop and evacuate everyone inside.

“Carter, how long do you plan to keep this up?”

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Carter.

“How did you get here, Mr. Su?”

Carter turned around and was instantly startled.

“You turned a battle of annihilation into a siege. Do you plan to spend one hour or two to finish this fight? By then, the CIA personnel will have long since fled.”

Su Jie’s tone was indifferent, making Carter feel quite embarrassed.

“Mr. Su, those elite special forces inside the building are really tough to deal with. Our people are going all out, but the casualties are a bit heavy.”

“Who told you to engage in a shooting match with special forces? Why haven’t you brought in the armored units I trained you to use? When facing such enemies, just use heavy firepower to cover the area indiscriminately and get your men out of there. If you continue to drag this out, air support from within the United States will arrive.”

Su Jie waved his hand, watching the armed helicopters that were providing suppressive fire overhead.

At this moment, the support troops from Jieke Security arrived at the scene.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several Jieke Security personnel picked up shoulder-launched air defense missiles and fired after a brief aim.

Accompanied by the dull sound of launch, the missiles rapidly ascended, hitting the armed helicopters which were flying too low to evade, despite using flares. They were hit by two missiles in succession and fell from the sky, black smoke trailing behind them.

More Jieke Security forces arrived majestically with a dozen armored vehicles, tanks, and self-propelled grenade launchers, all brought into Mexico directly through Storage Bags.

…

On a concealed windowsill of the community building, sniper Jamie and spotter Harlan Ben were carrying out their sniping mission.

“Number nineteen.”

With another bang, a life was taken effortlessly.

After killing someone, Jamie’s eyes remained undisturbed—the messy drug traffickers he killed held no pressure for him, except for a brief challenge from a Zhetasi sniper squad that he had counter-sniped earlier. Ordinary gang members were merely toys under his sniper rifle.

“These gangs think numbers will make a difference, that killing a few others will scare the rest into retreating.”

Harlan Ben scoffed with a contemptuous smile, then patted his old partner’s shoulder, “There’s a target at 11 o’clock on the street corner.”

“Number twenty…”

The scope locked onto a gang member peeking out from the street corner. As Jamie was about to pull the trigger, the gang member ducked back like a startled rabbit. The ground trembled slightly; a massive object emerged from around the corner.

With a hemispherical turret, a 125mm smoothbore gun, and dark green paint, explosive reactive armor plates were affixed to the vehicle’s body, weighing tons. The turret rotated, and a flash from the barrel followed.

Boom.

Bricks and stones flew, and gun smoke filled the air.

Jamie suddenly felt a warmth in his lower body. Glancing aside, he saw that spotter Harlan had been crushed to death by pieces of fallen concrete.

The reason for the warmth in his lower body was that his legs had been severed.

“Why wasn’t there any intel on the enemy having tanks…”

Jamie curled up in pain; his pupils dilated as he watched a dozen armored units rolling onto the streets, their dark barrels pointing this way.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The 155mm self-propelled howitzers demolished large swaths of reinforced concrete buildings with each shell, blood and flesh scattering with the flying concrete.

The 30mm machine guns of the Infantry Fighting Vehicles fired incessantly, boring large holes into the walls—if someone were behind those walls, they would be split in half.

Tanks rolled down the streets, approaching for direct fire while their mounted machine guns provided continuous suppression.

Wherever there was gunfire from the community building, it was immediately met with several shells, and in an instant, the entire world fell silent.

From a distance, Su Jie watched this scene, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips. He chuckled, “What age are we living in that they’re still playing at sniping?”

No matter how strong your flesh and blood, or how elite the special forces are, when faced with heavy artillery fire, there’s only one way out, death—unless you’re a cultivator, of course.

As the bombardment continued, the entire community building was on the verge of collapse, and the death toll inside was horrendous.

“There will be big news tomorrow—forty to fifty elite troops dead here. The famous Black Hawk downed with only 19 fatalities. I wonder what charges they will pin this time.”

Thinking of the interesting scenes, Su Jie’s smile grew even more intense.