Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Rocket launcher! Where's the rocket launcher!" a young man with the rank of Lieutenant shouted.

"I'm on it!"

A Corporal carried the M202 rocket launcher, the same type referred to as "Four Eyes" in the movies, capable of firing four rockets in one second. NMD, although it couldn't fire high-explosive bombs, regular shells were sufficient.

"If once isn't enough, then go for another round!"

It was about piling up combat power with quantity, given you could hit the target, of course.

Effective range 750 meters...

But this thing, even the U.S. Military thought it wasn't too good.

"Fire cover!" the company commander shouted, slanting bullets towards the bunker.

Inside, the drug traffickers calmly signaled to continue loading and pulled the trigger of the NSV machine gun in counterattack; bullets were able to penetrate the ground.

The Corporal took a deep breath and aimed at the center of the bunker!

Fire!

Four rocket projectiles flew out.

But luck wasn't on their side, two missed, and though two hit, they didn't destroy the bunker...

Damn!

How thick had these drug traffickers made the bunker?

The M202 launcher could penetrate 200mm of protection...

Such shamelessness.

Just as the Corporal prepared to go again, several stray bullets came through, piercing his chest. He groaned twice and fell in a pool of blood.

His comrades quickly dragged him behind cover.

"Commander, the usual method, throw smoke grenades, I'll lead the charge," the platoon leader next to him was also anxious.

"Alright, just like that! Everyone, get your smoke grenades ready! Smith, lead your platoon in an advancing attack, Platoon B follow behind, always cover with smoke!"

"Yes!"

"Throw!" the company commander yelled, and a dozen men stood up and threw towards the distance, with the two prepared platoons rushing out immediately.

It was all about coordination now, any delay or haste in throwing could expose the soldiers within the smoke.

The traffickers weren't idiots; as soon as they saw the smoke cover, they knew to spray bullets into it.

No matter how you slice it, any hit would drop the enemy.

"Throw!"

The Platoon B leader timed it and, seeing it was about time, shouted and pulled another smoke grenade to throw!

But the drug traffickers heard the voice.

They quickly turned their guns towards them and began firing!

Several soldiers were immediately brought down.

"Keep firing, don't let those people get closer," the drug trafficker sub-leader was also panicking by then, as the smoke completely obscured his vision; he stared wide-eyed, fearful of someone emerging.

That NSV machine gun, though tough, couldn't withstand non-stop firing.

Suddenly...

Crack, crack, crack!

The barrel made an unusual noise, then jammed!

"The barrel is too hot!" the gunman's pupils narrowed, "Can't fire anymore, it's gonna burst!"

Others inside the bunker also widened their eyes upon hearing this.

This would mean bursting...

Oh no, everyone inside the bunker is going to have a hard time.

The drug trafficker sub-leader was stunned, about to blurt something out when suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw two hand grenades thrown in through a "tiny crack."

"Hand grenades!"

Boom!

A blast was sent out from inside, and the NSV machine gun was instantly silenced. Soldiers from Platoon A, using the smoke, crawled on the ground, taking cover below, and delivered a big surprise.

But the rookie on the left was utterly dumbfounded, how he had moved through the smoke zone, how he had run under the bunker, he was clueless, not knowing what to do next, his squad leader yelled, "Throw the grenade!"

But, panicked, he completely misunderstood and threw an incendiary bomb instead.

Flames burst forth.

The closest gunman immediately turned into a fireman, screaming as he plunged onto others, the two rolling on the ground shrieking, with the smell of cooking meat seeping through the small cracks.

The others were scared witless, rushing to escape through a small door at the top.

The design of this bunker was really something...

No doors but a small skylight on top barely big enough for one person...

Must be a design blueprint from an Indian, right?

As they just climbed out, they were shot dead by the Northern Army soldiers.

They didn't even have a chance to surrender.

"Good!"

Observing from behind, Colonel Fritz Klingenberger loudly praised, "Write this down, after the war I want to commend the soldiers who blew up the bunker, order three battalions to pincer attack Monterrey Cathedral, take the high ground!"

The drug traffickers within Monterrey also knew the cathedral's importance. With such strategic advantage, you could completely oversee the surroundings; hundreds of drug traffickers rushed in through the back door, and the two groups clashed within the few hundreds of square meters of the cathedral.

The gunfire in the city continued from 10 PM till 6 AM the next day...

Eight hours!

Refugees in the safe zone dared not close their eyes.

Fearing that any carelessness might drag them into the fray.

As dawn just broke...

Both sides, as if by some implicit agreement, ceased fighting.

Inside Monterrey Cathedral...

The first to third floors were held by the Northern Army, above by the traffickers.

Just in this spot, Battalion A had lost over 20 men, and the traffickers didn't have it easy either, with over eighty bodies scattered haphazardly.

"Hello, hello, hello~ this is Group Command, Battalion A, Company A, do you read, over."

In a room on the second floor, a voice came through the intercom, a hand with cracked skin, covered in black, tiredly reached out pressing the side button, "Received, go ahead."

The voice was very low, too tired.

Fighting was also a form of physical labor.

"In fifteen minutes, the Air Force will carry out a precision bombing over Monterrey, please evacuate as soon as possible."

Everyone in the room went silent.

Retreat?!

The company commander was also excited, "Sir, we can't retreat, the high ground of the church is very useful to us. From here to Monterrey City Center, if we hold this, the traffickers won't have a chance to counterattack. It would be such a pity to blow it up..."