"Boss, we've lost sight of them!"
Caught off guard, the Los Zetas Organization's assault team members had no idea that Song Heping would pull such a trick.
It was like a squid muddying the entire sea.
"Block their lead vehicle! Once it's blocked, they won't be able to escape!"
Lascano was yelling frantically over the communication channel.
"First group, take out the lead vehicle!"
He knew very well that it was like blocking a stream to catch fish.
Once both ends are blocked, no matter how turbid the water in the middle is, the fish can't escape.
The first three vehicles of the convoy made a frantic breakthrough forward, but, as expected, Lascano's other group of rocket launcher operators didn't disappoint, firing three warheads that flipped the lead vehicle over.
This time the road was well and truly blocked.
Boom boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
Amidst the gunfire, the low thud of grenade launchers continued to rhythmically sound off, albeit subtly.
The smoke on the highway and in the woods grew thicker and thicker.
"The lead vehicle is down!"
"Machine gun cover, assault group advance, finish them off."
"The rear vehicle is turning around!"
"Don't let them turn around! Finish them off!"
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
The third group of rocket launcher operators at the forefront of the ambush circle fired rockets frantically.
But this time, they made a mistake.
Due to the smoke bombs now taking effect, the operators couldn't see the targets clearly, and their RPG rockets completely missed the rear vehicle.
During the crisis, a Los Zetas assault team member directly charged over, detonated the explosives already strapped to his body, and slammed into the rear vehicle.
Boom—
In the huge explosion, even the reinforced bulletproof vehicle was left sprawled on the road.
The people inside the vehicle were not blown up on the spot but were left dazed and confused.
Someone opened the car door.
Several Los Zetas Organization assault team members rushed over and opened fire on the Sinoloa members as they got out of the vehicle.
Up close, the disoriented Sinoloa members were shot and immediately went cold before they could react.
Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and a thick scent of blood filled the smoke.
Song Heping got out from the other side of the vehicle, already wearing a gas mask.
A Los Zetas Organization assault team member had charged down from the hillside; Song Heping saw that this guy charged forward like a fearless robot, disregarding whether there were any Sinoloa members shooting at him, just like a robot holding his gun and sweeping gunfire as he moved toward the convoy.
A Sinoloa member fired at him, but after taking two shots, the guy only swayed before turning his gun to riddle the other with bullets, turning him into a beehive.
Song Heping raised his HK G36C and fired a burst into the man's head.
Finally, his life was ended.
"These guys seem like they're on a stimulant, aim for the head!"
Suddenly, he understood why the Los Zetas Organization was so infamously fierce and brutal.
These guys must have a secret weapon.
And that weapon was stimulants.
In this damn place of Mexico, there were drugs you couldn't imagine but none you couldn't find.
All sorts of traditional cocaine or new types of synthetic hallucinogens were available.
Once someone used that stuff, they were like fighters facing death with no fear.
Boom—
Just after he warned the others, another Los Zetas Organization assault team member directly rushed to blow himself up with a vehicle.
At this point, the road was ablaze with fire.
Song Heping quickly estimated—just over two minutes had passed.
At least four vehicles were wrecked.
As for how many people the Sinoloa side lost, he wasn't clear.