December 7, 1989, 1 a.m.


    The gates of teau Prison opened.


    Leading the way were 2 TPz-1 armored vehicles, nked by 4 modified American Hummers with open tops, each fitted with 6 machine guns. These included the M2 "Browning" 12.7 mm heavy machine guns and M249 5.56 mm machine guns, installed in all four directions on the vehicles, creating a 360-degree firing arc with no dead angles.


    Following them were 6 troop carriers and, at the rear, two "Storm" armored personnel carriers produced by Alves Limited Company, each with four "Stargazer" surface-to-air missiles on standby at either side.


    They could effectively engage airborne targets!


    Moreover, the vehicles were topped with 90mm cannon turrets, ready to st away any demon or beast with a single shot!


    The sides of the vehicles also featured NBC protection systems and add-on armor - standard rocketunchers couldn''t prate them. Thinking of flipping them over with an explosion?


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    Six pairs of tires.


    You might kick the bucket, but they probably won''t flip over.


    Victor sat inside, safe and sound—definitely safer than in a convertible, without the worry of eating hot pot and singing songs, only to turn around and find your skull missing.


    "Boss, Kennedy and his men have arrived at Ensenada City, asking whether to proceed with the n?" Casare, sitting beside him, pinched a brick phone and asked.


    Victor was very cunning and sly!


    As the main force moved out, he had already dispatched 40 EDM members piecemeal to Ensenada City. Yuri and Kost, forming the "Repair Team," were already there waiting with the new equipment.


    Their n was tounch a night attack on Guadalupe Ind!


    Victor''s role was to confuse the enemy.


    "Proceed as nned!"


    Casare nodded and ryed the boss''s orders down the line.


    "Understood!" came the deep voice of Kennedy Heisenberg from the other side.


    ...


    On the outskirts of Dan Senada City, in a quiet seaside fishing vige known as Campbellstone.


    It was eerily silent.


    The darkness was so thick you could not see your own hand, with only the waves at the shore making any sound.


    Kennedy Heisenberg, wearing night vision goggles, looked solemnly at the 40 EDM members standing in front of him, "Gentlemen, we may die today! Mexico will remember us! Viva Mr. Victor!"


    "Move out!"


    With a wave of his hand, Kennedy Heisenberg ushered the EDM members to board two helicopters orderly. One was the Mi-8, nicknamed "Hippopotamus," which could carry 34 people.


    The other was a medium-sized, multi-purpose helicopter with three engines developed by France''s National Aerospace Industry Company, nicknamed "Super Ho," the SA.321Ja!


    Victor had points to spend, of course.


    The Mi-8 cost him 4 million points. It came with its own weapon system, with rocket podunchers on each side, each pod housing 16 rockets of 57 mm each, for a total of 128 rockets. This was by all means a proper armed helicopter now.


    It could target airnes above and tanks below. Settle it even, military court!


    The SA.321Ja, on the other hand, cost 3 million points and carried no weapons; it was purely for transportation.


    Add to that the new equipment for the EDM members, and 10 million was hardly enough!


    The price of an Mi-8 ranged between 4.5 to 6.5 million US Dors, a considerable fluctuation, simr to when Indiater acquired an aircraft carrier for only 1 US Dor. Are they selling the hardware? No, it''s the apanying facilities.


    So, 4 million points was quite a "bargain."


    Once outside Mexico City, Victor hadpletely let loose.


    A criminal organization wanted to cause chaos on Guadalupe Ind?


    That would be like urinating on my turf, wouldn''t it?


    And most importantly, you dare to insult me? That''s quite fine; I appreciate it, but I don''t like your unruliness.


    The folks in the "Repair Department" had been given two skills, "Mechanical Fundamentals" and "Advanced Aircraft Maintenance," especially thetter, which was an advanced skill costing quite a few points.


    Kennedy Heisenberg and a fewrades were given "Armed Helicopter Piloting."


    Time, 2:21 a.m.!


    The night grew thicker.


    Two helicopters took off one after another, heading toward Guadalupe Ind under the cover of darkness. The vigers, who had long heard themotion, stared wide-eyed from their windows.


    "So cool!" eximed a boy in tattered clothes, turning his head to look at his sister beside him, "Brother''s going to fly a ne someday!"


    The younger sister, her eyes also shining, nodded vigorously at his words, "Brother is the best, I believe in you."


    Listening to their conversation, their parents exchanged a nce and sighed simultaneously.


    With just the four walls of a home, theycked the means to afford their education.


    ...


    The helicopters'' low flight stirred upyers of waves in the sea below.


    Campbellstone was about 350 kilometers from Guadalupe Ind in a straight line.


    By 3:07 AM, the ind was in sight.


    At this hour, even a thief should be asleep.


    The two helicopters separated in the air. The Mi-8 headed toward a ce marked on the map as "Tierra del pecado" (The Land of Sin). ording to intelligence, this was where many of the ind''s drug traffickers lived.


    Casinos, brothels, the ck Market – all were here, spanning a vast area and forming a peculiar "tourist spot."


    A drunken strong man stumbled out of a casino nearby and stood in a corner, fiercely urinating. Age was catching up, making it somewhat difficult to pee.


    His face turned red as he struggled to finish, his hands wet, when suddenly his ears pricked up. He looked around nkly, only to see an unidentified object flying by not far away.


    A UFO?


    Such tales were popr in the ''80s, especially being next to the United States, where they were often hyped.


    But... something seemed off.


    The strong man rubbed his eyes and then widened them in shock, for the sound grew louder—it was a helicopter!


    Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~


    Trails of noise apanied by the tail fins of rockets, as the 57mm rocketunchers on both sides began strafing the ground.


    A shell exploded right beside the strong man, sending his two-hundred-plus pound frame flying!


    The shockwave flung him up like a feather, and hisst thought was, "Where did this helicoptere from? Are the Americans attacking?"


    The Mi-8 was indiscriminately strafing the area.


    No one living here was poor; they were all damned criminals.


    The 57mm rockets caused people below to scream in agony. However, these drug traffickers were veterans; despite their surprise at armed helicopters appearing in the dead of night—


    They still grabbed their weapons to retaliate.


    "Quick, shoot!"


    "Where''s the rocketuncher, go get the rocketuncher!"


    Chaos reigned everywhere.


    You expect them to act like a regr army?


    If so, Mexico would have undergone a regime change already.


    Bullets whizzed by the helicopter''s ss and many struck the underbelly, ringing crisply.


    Only a fool would entangle with them.


    The Mi-8 circled the area, guerri-style, with a bunch of people earnestly chasing it until all the rockets were fired. Then, the armed helicopter wobbled away.


    The Land of Sin was engulfed in mes, with drug traffickers screaming everywhere.


    Some were ame, running about.


    After a few steps, they''d copse on the ground, convulsing.


    This proved one thing: if you don''t go home at 2 AM, you''re asking for trouble!


    Staying out in the middle of the night meant you were in for a bombardment.


    ...