Chapter 922

Garcia sat in the tiger armored vehicle, and the on-board radio kept hearing the news of Pier 2.

For the colonel, now he has no handle to be caught. He can let go.

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

Behind him is a long armored convoy. Garcia knows what kind of bandits he has to face.

To be exact, these people are essentially different from ordinary bandits. According to the information he got from Qin Fei, BOPE is no longer facing the ferocious drug traffickers in the slums, but an elite military team with serious and strict military training.

These people are the most elite members of the Qinglong group, one of the four action groups in the Black Sun organization. They have strong heavy firepower. They can't come carelessly to deal with them.

What puzzled Garcia most was that the report from the commander of the BOPE unit on the front line showed that the on-site command was in a mess, and the sent BOPE unit carried out two raids, but the other party blew up two vehicles with anti tank weapons, killing and injuring more than a dozen people. Due to the limited manpower, they were unable to encircle Pier 2, Now we can only rely on the cooperation of ordinary patrol police and criminal police to block the breakthrough of the strong green dragon mercenary.

However, the situation is good. Due to the absolute advantage in the number of police, although the firepower is not as fierce as the Qinglong group, they still stick to it based on the favorable terrain.

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 eliminate these lawless mercenaries in one fell swoop.

"Get to Pier 2 as fast as you can! As fast as you can!" Garcia eagerly picked up the walkie talkie and roared at it to speed up the whole team.

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 picture to the audience, the reporters did their best. Regardless of whether the fire on the ground would affect the fish in the pond, they sat in the helicopter to report on the scene. The photographers were forced to tie their waist directly with a safety rope. The whole person hung out of the cabin, carried a camera with a telephoto lens and aimed at the ground of Pier 2 to shoot continuously.

"We are the Rio police department. Please leave the dangerous airspace immediately! Repeat, leave the important airspace immediately! Otherwise, we will take action against you!"

On one of the police helicopters, a BOPE member in a black anti-terrorism suit sat on the edge of the cabin, with an MD-2 assault rifle hanging on his chest, a microphone with a loudspeaker in his hand, waving desperately at the three TV helicopters not far away, seemingly to drive them away from the airspace.

"BOPE's people are coming?"

On another police helicopter, a staff sergeant officer of the air service team of the police department looked at the BOPE SWAT in anti-terrorism clothes, helmets and armed in the distance and asked his colleagues sitting in the plane.

"Is the new BOPE reinforcements here?"

"Ten minutes ago, I heard that the team of BOPE reinforcements had started from the headquarters. As soon as they arrived, the situation was estimated to be under control." the pilot held the joystick and said, "when they arrive, we'll give them the place. Anyway, we're not special police."

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

He shouted: "yes, these guys on the ground are really crazy. I've never seen bandits who can carry hard for more than four hours surrounded by so many police. Where do these people get so much ammunition? They're simply here to fight."

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

"God knows what a madman is!" the staff sergeant couldn't help but say, "let's cooperate with BOPE to drive away those media helicopters. They are really annoying."

"Yes, drive them away. Just now these guys stopped on my flight route in order to grab the camera, which scared me out of a cold sweat!" the pilot couldn't help complaining: "I'm tired of these desperate paparazzi who want news!"

After listening, the staff sergeant also 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 the police cordon around Pier 2.

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

The policeman in charge of guarding the guard circle came forward and stretched out a head from the window. There were signs on his helmet, anti-terrorism clothes and bulletproof clothes. He was a BOPE special policeman and his rank was a lieutenant.

"Man, let's go in! We were ordered to come for reinforcements!"

The police saluted. Since it was BOPE's man, of course he wouldn't stop it. Now it's a mess. BOPE came at the right time.

"Why are you so late? Many brothers died inside!" the policeman couldn't help complaining.

The lieutenant shook his head and looked very helpless: "we can't help it. We just received the order from the superior. We went out to get the approval of the boss of the command center of the police department."

The policeman nodded to show understanding. He quickly loosened the cordon and let the motorcade in.

In the encirclement, the motorcade stopped.

The lieutenant jumped out of the car and shouted around, "who's the commander here?"

A chubby middle-aged police officer accompanied by two men, one left and one right, walked to the BOPE team.

"I'm major Newman, the deputy director of the fourth branch, and I'm the interim commander here."

"We're from the second company of BOPE." the lieutenant saluted. "I'm Lieutenant Linde. I've been ordered to help you deal with the situation here."

"Oh! Welcome!" major Newman pointed to the other direction of Pier 2: "you had a colleague of the unit there before. They tried to attack twice, but the other party had anti tank weapons and they suffered serious losses. Would you like to go and discuss with them how to attack these bastards?"

"No, they're a company of guys. Now that we're here, let's leave it to us. How's the situation here?" Lieutenant Linde looked very determined. It seemed that he was a highly professional Swat.

Major Newman's fat face huddled together and his head shook like a rattle: "no, it's bad! So far, four of us have died and more than a dozen have been injured."

"What's going on inside? Do you know?" Lieutenant Linde asked.

"They all hid under the container and some large machinery. They can't be seen from the air. However, every time we send someone over, we will be suppressed by their strong firepower. We don't have enough firepower and dare not face them." major Newman said: "now we can only rely on you. I hope you are prepared!"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us! We've brought heavy weapons to make sure they can't afford to go!" he said, pointing to the armored roof.

Sure enough, 12.7mm heavy machine guns were installed on the roof of each tup armored vehicle.

"They have anti tank weapons! Your roof won't hold!" major Newman reminded the lieutenant.

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

Lieutenant Linde said as he walked to his motorcade. When he came in front of the motorcade, he waved his hand.

"Ready!"

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

"Launch!"

The black guy in the hands of BOPE players ejected sparks and made a "Dong Dong" sound.