Chapter 125 Supervising the Battle Team

M72 Electromagnetic Rifle, which is the product of the latest military technology in 2030, uses 2mm high-speed ammunition, which is accurate and deadly. Katerina bought this super rifle by paying in installments, along with tens of thousands of bullets and ten super energy-storing energy batteries. She regarded this gun as a treasure.

Seeing that the shrew wouldn't even let him touch it, Zhou Qingfeng muttered, 'I haven't seen you use this rifle before'. He had to replace his SCAR rifle with an M249 light machine gun, bring a lot of ammunition and grenades, and put an M18A1 anti-infantry directional mine in his backpack by the way.

"Can you use these things?" Katerina was very skeptical.

"There is an instruction manual in the box." Zhou Qingfeng actually dug out an instruction manual from the box. This kind of anti-personnel landmine is produced in Chile and smuggled into the United States. The method of use is very simple. "Don't you understand if you look at it?"

Katerina couldn't believe it, "Be careful not to blow yourself up."

The entire basement is full of equipment and supplies, requiring two large container trucks to load it. In order to transport them away, Zhou Qingfeng and Katerina spent two days with 20 search team members.

And when Zhou Qingfeng and Katerina were secretly transporting supplies in Brooklyn, Los Zetas also spent two days before finally starting to improve his armed forces.

"I need a team of supervisors, a team of vicious supervisors, a team of supervisors who can turn cowards into warriors and drive them to fight fearlessly." Los Zetas put himself on the town hall square, hundreds of people All key personnel gathered to talk.

"Each group of ten of you, command a hundred soldiers to fight. If anyone dares to resist the order, they will be executed immediately." Los Zetas's words were passionate, he kept waving his arms, and shouted loudly: " We need a team that can fight, not these crap that just eats and shits."

The power of Los Zetas has expanded from a few hundred to several thousand people, among whom are many ordinary Mexicans who are only seeking food in the last days. And after successive setbacks, he finally couldn't bear these wastes who could only do some chores, so the big killer of the supervisor team was used.

Most of the backbone of the Zetas gang were the policemen who were engaged in anti-narcotics in Mexico. This group of people followed Los Zetas in the drug trade, and their opponents were the US Coast Guard and anti-narcotics police. They are cruel and ruthless, ignoring the life and death of others, and they are doing their best to supervise the war.

With Los Zetas' order, thousands of ordinary Mexican immigrants who had recently joined his command were divided into dozens of combat groups. These combat groups can't even get enough weapons. Only a few people can get guns, and some can only have empty hands.

"This is the inspiration I got from watching the movie." Los Zetas's proud opponent said: "In the Second World War in the last century, the Soviets used this tactic to defeat the Germans. Now I will also use it This tactic beats anyone who stands in my way."

Right next to Los Zetas, stood a bearded man. This is the member of the sniper team who almost killed Zhou Qingfeng two days ago. He stood on the high platform of the city hall square, licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the messy crowd being reorganized, and said with a cold smile: "Loss, give me With a little manpower, I also want to taste the feeling of driving the crowd to the battlefield."

"Of course, Guzman, you are my most capable subordinate, and you can choose people at will." Los Zetas waved his hand, even if he delegated the command.

A bearded man named Guzmán ambled down from the dais of City Hall, among thousands of bewildered Mexicans. There was a bloody glint in his eyes, and as soon as he reached out, a Mexican waiting to be assigned would be caught.

When fifty people were caught, Guzman took them to get weapons. It's just that someone found out that he didn't have a gun at all,

Only got one magazine, "Sir, I only got one magazine, where is my gun?"

"At the place of your dead companion." Guzman said with a sneer: "This is Mr. Zetas' inspiration from the movie. People who don't have guns wait for their companions with guns to pick them up after they die."

Fifty people received only ten guns, and some even got only one pistol. They immediately looked at each other in dismay. The man with the gun immediately grabbed the weapon in his hand, while the man who only received the magazine was even more frightened, and all his eyes were aimed at the companion with the gun.

"Now, your task is to capture the Kinney block a few hundred meters away." Guzman raised an M4A1 in his hand and shouted wildly: "It's a very simple task, just a few hundred meters away. Just rush through. But if anyone freezes, if anyone flees, if anyone lays down and plays dead, Koval will blow his head off."

The bearded Guzman beckoned, and Koval, carrying an M40A5 sniper rifle, took a step forward. These two were a sniper team, assassinating countless hostile forces for Los Zetas.

Koval was younger, with a gloomy complexion. He squinted his eyes habitually, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder. The fifty selected Mexicans trembled under his gaze.

But all around, other Mexicans who joined the Zetas gang were also driven like sheep at will. Most of these people joined gangs just to save their lives, but they didn't expect to be driven to the battlefield as cannon fodder instead.

Nieto stood in Guzman's square, smuggled across the border into the United States a year ago. He'd always considered himself lucky to be in New York, the bustling capital of the world, but now the menacing Guzman made him just want to go home.

Next to Nieto, another hundred-man combat team was being formed. Someone begged loudly that he would not shoot, but the team supervisor shot without hesitation.

With the sound of the gunshot, Nieto couldn't help shaking his whole body. He turned his head to look again. The man who was crying just now was shot in the head and fell to the ground. The splashed blood even flew onto his face, making him extremely frightened.

Nieto couldn't shoot either, he was only nineteen, a Mexican farmer who came to America just to make a good life. He looked at a magazine in his hand, not even knowing what kind of gun magazine it was, let alone where he should go to find a matching gun.

In the past two days, Nieto has heard countless rumors, most of which are terrible news about the end of the world. For example, in the Kenny block, everyone said that the people in that block were fierce and not easy to mess with. But now he is going to attack that block, God knows what he will face next?

Am I dying? Am I dying? Am I dying?

Nieto was terrified in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak, cry, or show it. The Zetas gangsters are famous for their brutality. And when he looked at the other companions around him, everyone was pale, and some of them were even incontinent with trembling legs.

"Okay, everyone. From now on, you are soldiers, loyal soldiers fighting for Mr. Zetas." Guzman walked in front of fifty soldiers with a frantic smile, beating their chests one by one, "I see It's your fear, but you'd better take courage, or I promise you'll be dead soon."

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