Garcia was sitting in a tiger armored vehicle, and there was constant live news from Pier 2 on the on-board radio.

As far as the colonel is concerned, now that he has no handle to be caught, he can let go and do it.

This feeling was amazing for Colonel Garcia. After all, he was not a corrupt black policeman, and everything he had done before was just a last resort.

Behind him is a long string of armored convoys, and Garcia knows exactly what kind of bandit he is facing.

To be precise, these people are fundamentally different from ordinary gangsters. According to the information he obtained from Qin Fei, this time BOPE is no longer facing the vicious drug dealers in the slums, but a team of honest children who have experienced it. Elite military squad with strict military training.

These people are the most elite members of the Qinglong group, one of the four major action groups in the Black Sun organization. They have powerful firepower, and they can't be sloppy to deal with them.

What puzzled Garcia most was that the report from the commander of the BOPE detachment on the front line showed that the on-site command was in a mess, and the BOPE detachment sent to carry out two assaults and was bombarded by two anti-tank weapons. More than a dozen people were killed or injured in the car. They were unable to encircle Pier 2 because of limited manpower. Now they can only rely on the cooperation of ordinary patrol and criminal police to block the breakthrough of the powerful Qinglong group mercenary.

However, the situation is fortunate. Due to the absolute superiority in the number of police officers, although the firepower is not as fierce as the Qinglong group, they still rely on favorable terrain to hold on.

Now, as long as the BOPE assault company led by Garcia arrives, it can launch attacks from several different directions at the same time to wipe out these lawless mercenaries in one fell swoop.

"Give me the fastest speed to get to Pier 2! The fastest speed!" Garcia hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted at the inside to speed up the entire convoy.

Several helicopters had circled in the sky at Pier 2.

Among these helicopters, there are TV stations and police.

In order to get the most attractive images for the audience, the reporters were able to fight, regardless of whether the firefight on the ground would harm the pond fish, they all sat in the helicopter to report on the spot. The photographers were even more powerful and directly tied themselves with a safety rope. Waist, the whole person was hoisted out of the cabin, carrying a camera equipped with a telephoto lens and aiming at the ground of Pier 2 to shoot continuously.

"We are Rio Police Agency, please leave the dangerous airspace immediately for the helicopters of the TV stations! Repeat, leave the important airspace immediately! Otherwise, we will take action against you!"

On one of the police helicopters, a BOPE member wearing a black anti-terrorist suit sat on the edge of the cabin, with an MD-2 assault rifle hanging on his chest, and his microphone with a megaphone facing three TV stations not far away. The helicopter waved desperately, apparently trying to drive them out of this airspace.

"The people from BOPE are here?"

On another police helicopter, a sergeant police officer from the National Police Agency's air service team looked at the fully armed BOPE SWAT in a counter-terrorist suit and helmet in the distance. He turned around and asked his colleague who was sitting in the plane.

"Did the new BOPE reinforcements arrive?"

"Ten minutes ago, I heard that the convoy of the BOPE reinforcements had set off from the headquarters. Once they arrived, the situation is estimated to be under control soon." The pilot held the joystick and said, "When they arrive, we will give them the place. Forget it, we are not special police anyway."

The sergeant nodded. He looked at the watch in his hand. It was seven o'clock and the whole sky was dark.

He said loudly: "Yes, these guys on the ground are really crazy. I have never seen a gangster who is surrounded by so many policemen who can carry them for more than four hours. Where can these people come with so many ammunition, they are simply Come to fight."

"Who is under Pier 2?" another colleague couldn't help asking.

"God knows what a lunatic is!" The sergeant couldn't help but said, "Let's cooperate with BOPE to drive away those media helicopters. They are so annoying."

"Yes, drive them away. Just now these guys stopped my flight path in order to grab the camera, scaring me out of a cold sweat!" The pilot couldn't help complaining: "I have had enough of this to ask for news. Fateful paparazzi!"

The sergeant listened, picked up the microphone of the loudspeaker, and shouted to the helicopters of the media like the helicopters of BOPE in the distance, ordering them to leave the airspace.

On the ground, outside Pier 2 and outside the police ring.

Outside the blue and yellow plastic warning zone, four TUP armored vehicles painted with white BOPE stopped.

The policeman in charge of guarding the security ring stepped forward and stuck a head out of the car window. The helmet, anti-terrorist suit and body armor were marked on the helmet. He was a BOPE special police officer and his rank was a lieutenant.

"Man, let us in! We were ordered to come here for reinforcements!"

The police saluted him. Since he was from BOPE, he certainly wouldn't stop him. It's a mess inside, and BOPE is just in time.

"Why are you so late!? Many brothers died inside!" The police couldn't help but complain.

The lieutenant shook his head, looking very helpless: "We can't help it. We just received an order from the superior. We are dispatched to get the approval of the boss of the Police Department Command Center."

The policeman nodded, expressing his understanding, he quickly released the guard belt and let the convoy enter.

When it reached the encirclement, the convoy stopped.

The lieutenant jumped out of the car and asked loudly, "Who is the commander here!?"

A chubby middle-aged police officer walked in front of the BOPE motorcade, accompanied by two hands, one on the left and the other on the right.

"I am Major Newman, the deputy director of the fourth branch, and the temporary commander here."

"We are from the second company of BOPE." The lieutenant saluted, "I am Lieutenant Linde. I am ordered to come and help you deal with the situation here."

"Oh! Welcome!" Major Newman pointed to Pier 2 in another direction: "You also had a team of colleagues over there~lightnovelpub.net~ They tried to attack twice, but they had anti-tank weapons. The loss is serious, do you want to go over and discuss with them how to attack these bastards!?"

"No need, they are a company of buddies, since we are here, let us leave the matter to us. What's the situation with you?" Lieutenant Linde looked very determined, and it seemed that he was a special police with extremely high professional quality.

Major Newman's fat face was squeezed into a ball, and his head shook like a rattle: "Not good, bad, bad! So far, four of us have died and a dozen have been on board."

"What's going on inside? Are you clear?" Lieutenant Linde asked.

"They are all hiding under the container, and under some large machinery. They are basically invisible from the air, but every time we send someone over, we are suppressed by their powerful firepower. We don’t have enough firepower to dare to fight with them. Confrontation." Major Newman said: "Now I can only rely on you, I hope you will be prepared!"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us! We brought heavy weapons over, and we must make sure they can't eat them!" After that, he pointed to the roof of the armored car.

Sure enough, every TUP armored car roof is equipped with a heavy machine gun with a caliber of 12.7 mm.

"They have anti-tank weapons! Your car can't stand it!" Major Newman reminded the lieutenant.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Lieutenant Linde said as he walked to his convoy, and when he reached the convoy, he waved his hand.

"Prepare!"

A SWAT member appeared on the roofs of all TUP armored vehicles, holding a dark, round and round thing in his hand.

"emission!"

The black guy in the hands of the BOPE team spit out sparks and made a "dongdongdong" sound. 8) For more wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading academy