"Something's gone wrong."
Song Heping noticed the soldiers on both sides of the gate wall retreating in disarray, realizing that trouble was imminent.
Sure enough, just as the assault team members who had been shooting into the gate from the outside started to pull back less than ten meters away, a violent explosion erupted at the gate.
Boom—
A giant fireball rose more than ten meters high. Song Heping, even from a distance of over two hundred meters, could still feel the blast wave generated by the explosion.
The treetops rattled as if a fierce wind was blowing through them.
The two already shaky iron gates flew up into the air, landing seven or eight meters away, directly crushing several trees as thick as bowls.
The armored vehicle that had been ramming the gate was lifted rearward by the shockwave, then smashed down heavily onto the ground.
Another VRC TT armored vehicle, being more than ten meters away from the gate, didn't suffer much damage, but its commander was so frightened that he was screaming, ordering the vehicle to retreat immediately.
The scene turned chaotic in an instant, with thick smoke obscuring the view at the gate; it was impossible to see what was happening.
"What in the world has such power!?"
Even Wilson's face changed.
"Without a truckload of explosives, it would be difficult to create such devastation."
Song Heping was no stranger to such explosives; he had often encountered them in Illiguo.
What did it matter whether it was an armored or unarmored vehicle?
The yield is justice.
As long as the explosion is powerful enough, as long as there's enough explosives, not to mention these outdated armored vehicles, even the U.S. Army's most advanced Abrams tanks could be flipped.
"Albert, what's the situation at the gate?!"
Wilson immediately called out to the assault team members in front through the channel.
However, there was no response for a long time.
Although the assault team had retreated before the explosion, they had not gone far, and it was certain some were injured under such a violent blast.
Sure enough, after a while, calls for medics could be heard throughout the channel.
It seemed that quite a few people were wounded.
Albert finally made his report.
"These drug traffickers are insane! They just drove a pickup loaded with explosives straight at the gate—there must be a lot of weapons and ammunition hidden inside this estate!"
Wilson asked, "Are our people okay?"
"Two were knocked out by the blast. They need to be taken out for checks; I'm worried about internal bleeding! One Mexican is dead, and three are injured!"
"How's the DEA's situation?"
"Not too good either; I saw them with injured as well."
Amidst the confusion, a shrill siren sounded from inside the gate.
Song Heping was jolted at the sound.
"RPG!"
As expected, two RPGs burst out of the smoke, flying straight towards the gate's direction.
Through the smoke, the rocket launcher operators didn't have much accuracy, just firing two rockets generally in this direction.
But that was enough.
The VRC TT armored vehicle that had already been overturned took a direct hit on its front.
The shaped charge warhead hit the armor plate, sparking a huge fire. The VRC TT's old ballistic panels couldn't stand up to the rocket's attack, the warhead easily penetrated the pitifully thin metal and drilled right into the cabin.
Boom—
Explosion, fire, thick smoke.
Then came a blaze.
The poor Mexican Marines hiding in the armor had just been dazed by the blast and were about to leave the vehicle to escape when they were sent straight to meet their Maker.
The Mexican Marines' commander was there, furious and cursing, telling his men to quickly pull back.
Seeing this situation, Song Heping could understand why Mexico's drug enforcement efforts seemed futile.
Although modern warfare relied on high technology, the Mexican military had no such technology, and their equipment was even inferior to that of the drug traffickers.
Tonight's operation, with the apparent advantage in troop numbers, two battalions plus two elite American assault teams, got pushed back by a group of drug traffickers hiding in an estate.
He felt it was embarrassing.
"Wilson, at this rate, the cost is too high," Song Heping said. "Time waits for no one. If we fuss around for half a day and still can't break in, the drug lords will have run away. FUCK! You might as well let our company take over this assault operation. Believe it or not, I can pull a mercenary battalion from Illiguo and just wipe these guys out?"
Wilson, the overall commander for tonight, was being called out by Song Heping.
He was displeased.
Having plenty of actual combat experience, it's embarrassing to be lectured by such a green young man.