Chapter 545 What is professional? This is called professional!
On the outskirts of Place Town.
A convoy consisting of a refrigerated van and two Toyota cars turned off the hardened road onto a dirt road and headed towards a large villa estate.
The main building of this manor has just been built, the cement piles are exposed, and weeds are growing everywhere in the garden.
At first glance, it looks like an unfinished building!
As for who is the owner of the villa and manor?
A manor would be built in such a remote place, and it would be destroyed halfway through. In this area where the Yomimon Group is entrenched, there is a high probability that he is the boss of a certain Yomimon Group.
Because the drug cartel was wiped out by the Hunter School, there was no follow-up financial support, so the workers had no choice but to stop work, and this was how unfinished buildings came to be.
And because the villa estate is linked to reading vendors, no one dares to take over even after the government confiscates it.
They are all afraid that if they take over the Shanwei Building for cheap, they will be retaliated by the book dealers, and they will not get any benefits and will get into trouble.
Covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, with nearly 10 unfinished buildings and an investment of at least tens of millions, the luxurious manor villa has become part of the barren hills in the suburbs.
On weekdays, this place is deserted and ghosts beat people to death, but today it has completely changed.
As the dirt road enters the two unfinished buildings on the left and right at the end of the manor, you can clearly see a large number of armed personnel, who are on high alert here.
They were armed personnel wearing uniform black combat uniforms and each armed with an AR system fully automatic weapon.
At first glance, he is no ordinary gangster reader!
Downstairs there was a fat man wearing sunglasses, holding a big cigar in his mouth and looking very cocky. Four bodyguards in suits stood beside him.
"Attention, everyone, the target has appeared and is expected to arrive within 20 seconds."
The armed men on the unfinished building on the left saw the convoy approaching from the outside and immediately called on the walkie-talkie to inform the people inside to get ready.
The warning notice is very professional, and it is obviously not a simple reader.
Eighty percent of them are veterans or have received training!
One of the bodyguards in a suit received the notice and immediately walked towards the fat man smoking a cigar, bent down and whispered: "Boss, the goods have arrived."
The fat man with cigar didn't say anything, strode out of the building and walked towards the road outside.
The bodyguards were very professional and followed immediately.
Based on the professionalism of these bodyguards and armed personnel, it can be basically concluded that they are not local armed forces in Venezuela, but are most likely from other surrounding "drug trafficking countries".
Only in countries like Brazil, Colombia, and Mexico, where the reading-mongering group has become powerful, the reading-mongering group can cultivate its own professional armed forces.
The fat man with cigars came from the house to the roadside, and the motorcade just happened to drive over and stop on the road.
Swish, brush, brush...
A dozen drug dealers wearing civilian clothes and holding weapons opened the doors and got out of the car, surrounding the convoy, with their guns protected from the outside.
Rub rub rub...
There was a burst of messy footsteps.
More than 20 armed men wearing all black uniforms, all holding AR automatic rifles, surrounded the convoy.
On the unfinished buildings on the left and right sides, there were nearly 10 of the same armed men, their guns pointed down from a high position to intimidate them.
You can even see a sniper rifle!
What is professionalism?
This is!
The two sides were at war with each other, and it looked like they were going to fight, but in fact they were just following normal transaction procedures.
Measure each other's strength to prevent the other party from taking advantage of others.
The negotiations between the leaders of both parties were very friendly with hugs and handshakes.
The person in charge who came down from the motorcade was very tall and had a bald Mediterranean head. If you have been to the large villa of Fonseca, the largest drug trafficking group in Venezuela, you must be very familiar with him.
He is one of Fonseca's right-hand men and is responsible for all on-site drug transactions.
In order to prevent changes in drug sales over time, the transaction process should be neat and tidy.
The person in charge of both parties completed the negotiation meeting, walked straight from the front of the car to the box-type refrigerated container in the middle, and opened the locked rear door.
As a puff of cold air blew out, what came into view was a dozen whole cows hanging on the roof of the carriage, which had been skinned and eviscerated.
If you look at them at a glance, they are beef shipped from a slaughterhouse.
There is no problem!
There must have been many transactions between the two parties, and this method has always been used. The fat man with cigars did not feel any different because he saw beef instead of white noodles.
He said directly: "Are all the goods here? I need to inspect the goods."
"no problem!"
The bald person in charge did not refuse and winked at the subordinate next to him.
Wearing a black vest, earrings and nose studs, with muscles all over his body, and a big gold chain, the boy, full of heavy metal style, climbed up to the car nimbly and pulled out the dagger from his waist.
"Chila~"
The sharp dagger pierced the cow's belly skin and made a big gash.
He put away the dagger and put his hand in to fiddle with it. When he pulled it out again, there was a transparent plastic bag in his hand, which contained a white substance like flour.
"Our products are of first-class quality. You can't find another one in all of South America."
The bald person in charge handed over the goods and did not forget to praise his own goods.
"You have that damn Hunter Academy here. If your goods weren't of high quality, I wouldn't take the risk of coming here to buy goods from you, right?"
The fat man with the cigar dropped the cigar on the ground angrily, stepped on it and turned it around twice to crush it.
He took the bag of "flour" handed over by the bald man, pierced the plastic bag with his little finger, then took out his little finger, put it into his mouth and sucked and licked it for a while.
"Not bad, the purity is very..."
"Da da da."
Before the big fat man with cigars finished speaking, a burst of bursts suddenly sounded in the majestic atmosphere.
The big fat man's head was opened from behind. The bullet penetrated the head and brought up blood and brain matter, which sprayed all over the face of the bald person in charge next to him.
As the first short shot hit the head, killing the leader receiving the goods, more gunshots followed.
"Da da da da..."
The unique firing sound of the M16A4 rifle was heard one after another.
Hunter Academy launched an attack!
The reading vendors and militants who followed the car were caught off guard. In addition to the leader being killed, several others were knocked down on the spot.
The militants wearing uniforms did not run away when faced with a sneak attack.
Instead, they retreated to the unfinished buildings on both sides as quickly as possible and used the cement frames of the unfinished buildings as bunkers to avoid being attacked by the enemy again and reducing their numbers.
At the same time, you can also use the wall as a bunker to launch a counterattack in the direction of the gun line.
Understand the situation first before making a decision.
This is indeed the wisest choice!
The book seller next to the car was not so neat. When he heard the gunfire and knew that the transaction had been leaked, his first thought was to drive away.
The beginning of a battle is often the most chaotic time, and there are also armed reading vendors dragging the goods. As long as the legs and feet are quick and flexible, the probability of escaping is very high.
pity.
The attacking students had already expected it.
"Boom-boom~"
A rifle grenade was fired, accurately hitting the box-type refrigerated truck. The cab was blown to pieces, and the driver inside was killed on the spot.
The bald person in charge wanted to take the goods away, but the car was so blown up that it was impossible to start again, and it was too late to unload the goods.
Angry and anxious, he cursed loudly: "Mai's Fake must be that damn Hunter Academy again."
"Boom~"
There was another explosion, and flames shot into the sky.
The Toyota car in front of the refrigerated van was also hit by a grenade. The explosion also caused the fuel tank to explode. Two drug dealers nearby who had not had time to run were thrown more than ten meters away by the shock wave of the explosion.
It fell to the ground like mud, and it seemed that there was more air coming out and less air coming in.
The bald person in charge was also knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion while he was in the back of the truck.
My courage was completely shattered!
He got up from the ground in a state of embarrassment. For the sake of his own life, he refused to stay here and could no longer care about the hundreds of kilograms of flour in the carriage.
"You guys stay and fight back, stop these damn bastards from me."
The bald person in charge pointed at several drug dealers and shouted orders, opened the car door and got into the car. He slapped the door and shouted loudly to the driver: "Let's go, go quickly. If we don't go, we will all die here."
The driver was also afraid of death. He kicked the floor and the Toyota roared wildly, then drove backwards and sped out.
Blocked by lush weeds and thorns as tall as a person, it quickly disappeared from sight.
Seeing a book seller driving away, the student team did not chase him forcefully.
Instead, under the cover of the Venezuelan commandos' recoilless guns, man-portable mortars, their own rifle grenades, and various bombings, they launched an attack on two unfinished buildings.
"I thought it was just a drill, but I didn't expect it to be real."
This was the first time He Chenguang participated in actual combat. Hearing the deafening sound of shells and witnessing the blood spurting out of the militants' bodies after being hit by bullets, he was completely shocked.
Nervous and excited.
There is still a trace of fear.
"It's different from what I thought. I didn't expect it to come. However, this is also a good opportunity. Practical combat experience is very important to our army. We must seize it. This is what we lack most."
Zhuang Yan's mood is similar to that of He Chenguang, but his personality is calmer and he thinks further.
Knowing that what the Red Country lacks most is practical experience, the two of them, as "elites" sent by the country to study, have the obligation and responsibility to make up for the shortcomings in this area and bring back rich practical experience to the country.
Actual combat is completely different from target practice. When entering the battlefield for the first time, many people are so nervous that their hearts beat faster and they dare not shoot at all.
The main reason for this phenomenon lies in the inherent concepts developed since childhood.
Sandman is illegal!
After a total of ten or twenty years of cultivation from childhood to adulthood, this awareness has been engraved in everyone's bones, and whenever they think of sand people, they will be afraid and nervous.
This is true for ordinary people, and so will soldiers.
Soldiers who have never participated in actual combat feel the same about sand people as ordinary people.
If He Chenguang had not undergone special training and had not participated in actual combat, he would not have been able to stop the class and shoot even if the gun was locked on the target.
Fortunately, as early as the second month of professional training, Long Zhan had designed a targeted "killing training".
I stabbed dozens of livestock to death with my own hands, and felt the hot blood bathing my whole body at close range, and what it felt like when the dagger penetrated the flesh.
In addition, we know that the people we want to kill are heinous drug traffickers, and there is no moral pressure whatsoever.
At this time, the students have long been transformed. Even those students who have never been on the battlefield have a certain resistance to blood and killing.
Seeing other students rushing forward, Zhuang Yan no longer had any traces of ink.
"Come on, let's go up, cover each other, be careful."
After finishing speaking, Zhuang Yan jumped out from behind the hidden broken wall with a gun, followed the large troops and rushed forward quickly, heading straight to the unfinished building on the left.
This unfinished building has a total of 5 floors, and there is only one staircase to go up.
There are a total of 6 students attacking this building. They must cooperate with each other and slowly move up from the first floor until all targets are killed.
Unfinished buildings are different from normal houses. Many places only have load-bearing column frames and no normal walls.
This means that at any corner or corner, enemies may suddenly appear and shoot, and the risk of fighting is higher than that of street fighting.
For most students who are new to the battlefield, such a battle is full of challenges.
Fortunately, the drug traffickers did not have heavy weapons. Although they had received relevant professional training, their professionalism was far inferior to that of the Hunter Academy students.
After all, they are real special forces, and they cannot hide this fact even if they have not participated in actual combat.
The mentality may be a bit immature, but there is absolutely no problem with the technology.
Coupled with the cover of the Venezuelan commandos, helicopters also arrived at the battlefield at high speed from several kilometers away within minutes after the fighting broke out.
As the on-site commander, Long Zhan will collect information through high-altitude vision and provide timely feedback to everyone in the student team through radio.
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Especially the Mi-35M2 armed helicopter, which comes with a 23mm double-barreled cannon and two 19-round rocket nests, and the bottom plate has the ability to withstand 12.7mm weapons.
In this small-scale ground battle, it is the absolute king, capable of unilateral defeat.
As long as any reading dealer dares to show his head, he will be strafed by aircraft cannons, and the surrounding walls will be smashed to pieces.
The armed reading dealers were forcibly suppressed in the house, which gave the students better room to perform.
The students have the advantage of attacking and have sufficient time to make use of the CQB skills they have learned and cooperate with each other to launch attacks in an orderly manner.
Although Yomi has received military training, he has not learned CQB teamwork.
In addition, as the attacked party, the one who is psychologically suppressed only thinks about escaping, and does not want to fight to the death here.
This resulted in their attacks being very chaotic, without any rhythm and coordination.
Seven or eight minutes later!
Thanks to the flexible and skillful cooperation of the students in groups of two and three, the readers were vulnerable to attack and were eliminated one after another.
The remaining dozen drug traffickers and armed militants turned from resisting to fleeing when they saw that the situation was not right.
And he was running around on his own, going here and there.
The trainees received the order to annihilate all the enemies. Seeing that the enemies were scattered and running away, they could only fight separately and pursue them individually.
Without the advantage of teamwork, the "strength" of the students and drug traffickers and militants has become closer.
In addition, when the enemy is crashing, the person running has an inherent advantage and can choose where to hide, or stop and attack.
The pursuing students became passive and needed to deal with the enemy's counterattack at any time.
Inevitably the wounded began to appear.
An enemy who was escaping threw a grenade and deliberately delayed it for a second or two. The pursuing students saw that even though the grenade reacted quickly enough, they did not have time to escape from the killing range.
As a result, the student was knocked unconscious after the grenade exploded.
While chasing, a student missed his footing and fell through the hole in the floor of the third floor that was blasted by a shell. He screamed in pain when he fell to the second floor.
Shouting loudly: "Medical soldier, where is the medic? I need help."
Even in the process of fighting with the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, Zhuang Yan was ruthless and soft-hearted without directly killing the enemy with a single blow.
As a result, during the struggle between the two sides, the enemy used a broken steel bar picked up from the ground to pierce his thigh, and he became a wounded person.
Fortunately, student No. 13 happened to be nearby and heard the solemn screams. He rushed over in time and wiped the enemy's neck to save the day.
There are still 20 days left in the training, and injuries to students at this time are very fatal.
If the injury cannot support continued training, then all the previous persistence will be in vain, and the only outcome waiting for him will be elimination.
The scream of Zhuang Yan's injury was not only the physical pain, but also the unwillingness in his heart.
This is cruel, even unfair.
But this is Hunter Academy.
The only consolation the students can get is that the Hunter Academy will give them a compensation of 30,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to recognizing the students' heroic fighting.
When the students returned to China with the money, they returned home with honors.
Injuries are a badge of honor!
All students know this situation clearly, but under normal circumstances, students who come with the country's expectations will not care about the 30,000 US dollars.
They prefer to persevere until they succeed and finally return home with the Hunter Medal.
This is just normal.
Under the influence of certain special factors, some students will have different ideas. In a specific situation, they care more about money than honor.
Just like Student No. 13 Johnny!
After notifying the medics from the medical team to come over and use a stretcher to crawl the injured Zhuang Yan out for treatment, he stared blankly at the gangster's pistol on the ground.
Inspired by the solemn injury, Johnny came up with the idea of pretending to be injured in battle through self-mutilation.
In this way, he will not only be able to return home with honor and receive the $30,000 subsidy from the Hunter School, but also win honors for the country after returning home because he was injured during an anti-drug operation abroad, and he will definitely receive additional rewards from the government.
In addition to the original subsidy for attending Hunter College, the cost of my daughter's first treatment period is covered.
For Johnny, who was extremely short of money and eager to get money to support his daughter, he could get more than $100,000 by just picking up the gangster's pistol and shooting his own hand or foot.
The temptation is too great!
Even though the US$100,000 plus his own capital is only enough to cover the first phase of his daughter’s treatment, the subsequent treatment costs still need to be figured out.
But without this first installment of fees, he would lose his daughter very quickly, and there would be no later period at all.
Are you taking the money to go home and accompany your daughter for medical treatment?
Or should we give up the idea of self-harm for the sake of the country's honor and the dignity of the military?
Faced with the difficult choice between country and family, and the constant intertwining and collision of guilt and family affection, Student No. 13 suffered incomparably.
In less than 10 seconds, my face was already covered with dense sweat.
"Pap, tap, tap..."
Drops of sweat fell down the cheeks and turned into countless petals when they fell to the ground. The inner balance of student No. 13 also began to tilt towards family affection.
His body kept bending downward, and his right hand was getting closer and closer to the pistol.
finally……
Student No. 13's right hand touched the pistol, and the balance was completely tilted towards family affection.
He is willing to give everything for his daughter.
The final decision in his heart had been made. The soldier's behavior stopped him from wavering and decided to give himself a quick shot.
But just when Johnny pointed the pistol at his thigh, the trigger was already halfway pulled.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came, getting closer and closer.
In order not to reveal the true nature of his self-mutilation, which would lead to nothing being gained in the end, and the shame of being a deserter, Johnny had to stop shooting.
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"Damn it, why are you here at this time?"
Johnny was very angry.
The man who came here was so angry that he didn't come at any time, but he came at this time, ruining his good deeds, and his daughter's medical expenses were far away.
But the person he saw running over turned out to be Lieutenant Lina, the medical team leader.
The fire in Johnny's heart dissipated instantly.
He could be angry with anyone in the entire Hunter Academy, but Lina, who cared about the students like an angel, Johnny did not dare to blaspheme in the slightest.
And not only was she not annoyed at all, Lina interrupted his good deeds, but also said with concern: "Lieutenant Ross, what are you doing here? The battle is not over yet, it is too dangerous, please go back quickly."
"I just received good news. In order to tell you the news as soon as possible, I think it is worth taking this risk."
Lina had a bright smile on her face, obviously in a very good mood.
"Good news? About me?" Johnny asked in surprise.
"Yes, it's about you."
Lina nodded and said happily: "I just received a call from your wife. Someone has helped pay for your daughter's medical expenses.
We also hired the best doctors to give your daughter the most comprehensive examination so that we can work out the best and most effective treatment plan."
"Oh my God, is this true?"
Johnny was stunned by the surprise, thinking he was dreaming, and slapped himself nervously. The pain on his face made him even more excited.
He couldn't wait to ask: "Who is that kind person? Do you have his contact information?"
After I return from the training camp, I will definitely visit him personally to thank him, and I will try my best to thank him for his great kindness."
"No, I didn't."
Lina shook her head and then said: "However, your wife must know him. It will not be difficult to find him after you go back."
"Yeah."
Johnny nodded hurriedly, thinking that his miserable daughter was saved and that he no longer had to worry about medical expenses. He cried with joy and murmured to himself: "Great, God bless, today is really my lucky day..."
"Today is indeed your lucky day. I am happy for you and also happy for your daughter."
Lina felt Johnny's true temperament and looked at the scene of the macho man crying in front of her. She felt that although she had violated the rules, she had done the right thing.
at the same time.
Lina also had a little doubt in her heart, or it could be said to be a woman's sixth sense.
She vaguely felt that this matter might have something to do with Long Zhan, otherwise Long Zhan would not have left suddenly that day, and the medical expenses would not have been paid so quickly.
As for whether her premonition was correct, Lina was not sure at all.