Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 889 - 470: The child mama raised for twenty years, only lived for five seconds..._2

"Oh my God! Look, what is that?!"

Suddenly, a tourist yelled loudly.

The father glanced at him in confusion, then saw the man pointing toward the horizon.

"A warship! It's a warship, it's a U.S. warship!" someone shouted loudly after looking through binoculars.

Woooo~~ Woooo!!!

At that moment, the alarm on the beach blared, piercing and shrill...

Staff wearing life jackets blew their whistles loudly, yelling at everyone to get ashore immediately.

"Afra!"

"Afra!"

The father frantically ran into the sea, scooping up his child in his arms, rushing to the shore in blind panic.

On the beach...

Screams filled the air.

A couple in the sea, completely naked, also screamed as they ran to shore.

Such...

Their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

But now, no one had the mind to pay attention to that — everyone was fleeing for their lives.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!!!

On platforms flanking the beach, 4 Phalanx close-in weapon systems were positioned. Though primarily used for air defense and intercepting missiles, they could also automatically sweep small targets on the water's surface.

With a firing rate of 4,400 rounds per minute, in the blink of an eye, 4 guns unleashed thousands of rounds.

Meanwhile, the U.S. Navy deployed two assault ships and six LCAC hovercraft landing ships. They belonged to the US Marine Corps 3rd Division, with the 3rd Marine Infantry Regiment A Battalion and B Battalion carrying out the assault on Cabo Heres Beach — over 2,000 personnel in total.

The rest of the 3rd Marine Infantry Regiment deployed at other beaches.

A multipronged attack!

"Move faster!"

"Quick, control the high ground, take up combat positions!"

Stationed here was Mexico's 5th Army 179th Division's direct training battalion, led by Major John Monash.

Wearing his helmet, he shouted orders loudly.

Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

U.S. Marine Corps Wasp-class amphibious assault ships began their bombardment, completely ignoring the civilians still on the beach.

"Hellfire" missiles streaked in.

"Run! Run!!" A chubby man wearing oversized shorts desperately pushed his short legs, looking to weigh over 300 pounds, yelling as he ran.

A missile landed directly seven or eight meters in front of him...

Bam!

The explosion flung him into the air, slamming him heavily several meters away, his body covered in blood.

"Ah? Ah! Ahhh!!"

The man screamed in agony, his legs severed at the waist, intestines spilling out and covered in sand. Desperately, he tried to shove them back in.

But within seconds, his eyes went wide, and he died.

The 4 Phalanx close-in weapon systems were destroyed by enemy fire.

Amphibious and naval coordinated landing warfare!

In just 10 minutes, dozens of Hellfire missiles were launched, leaving craters all along the beach and even partially destroying three-story buildings farther back, blowing walls apart.

Bzzz~

Bzzz~

"Major! Major! The American bastards' helicopters are here!" a guard shouted to Major John Monash, pointing to the low altitude in the distance.

"Where's the air defense platoon? Shoot! Take them down!"

Six CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters appeared, carrying V-300 wheeled armored vehicles suspended below, with visible soldiers onboard.

Meanwhile, hovercraft on the sea launched their assault, charging toward the beach.

Seven or eight soldiers carrying Stinger air defense missile systems sprinted to an open area, two of them preparing to fire...

The pilot of the CH-53E Super Stallion spotted them and strafed them with machine-gun fire, leaving them bloodied and mutilated...

The machine-gun bullets...

Even Iron Man couldn't withstand this, turning into a sieve.

But four Stingers were successfully launched into the air, woosh-woosh-woosh~

Searching for targets!

Locking on!

"NONONONO!!! Evade! Evade!!" the pilot screamed, but facing a 2-Mach projectile? Escape was impossible.

The first hit found its mark immediately!

Boom!

The CH-53E Super Stallion and its 10 onboard Marine Corps soldiers perished on the spot, with the ten-ton V-300 wheeled armored vehicle crashing from seventy or eighty meters above the ground.

The sound was deafening; it felt as though the ground shook three times.

At such a range, using Stingers to shoot aircraft...

Unless you had terrible aim, it was practically guaranteed.

The burning fireball fell onto the beach...

The remaining helicopters didn't fare much better: two were shot down, two severely damaged, spinning into hard landings — essentially crashes. Their rotors furiously spun in place on the beach, resembling spinning tops.

Inside, some soldiers who hadn't died crawled out with difficulty, barely standing...

Ta-ta-ta~!

Ta-ta-ta!

The familiar sound of M61 fire god cannon roared, countless bullets mowing down surviving soldiers instantly.

Even the helicopters became bullet-ridden sieves, exploding with a bang.

Deploying fire god cannons at the battalion level...

For the Yanks, this typically meant mounting them on A-10 Warthog fighter jets — who else would use them as standard weaponry?

These things were fierce but, as you'd expect from U.S. weaponry, fragile compared to the Soviet Union's rugged designs. Seriously...

San Francisco's wildfires couldn't compare to Siberia's resilient cold winds.

And just then, the fastest hovercraft had reached shore, rolling right over one of the fireballs. Its hatch opened, and an M1A1 tank emerged front and center.

"Sevro, target the infantry! Fire at the infantry!"

On the third floor of a building, a machine-gun company commander shouted to a corporal.

Sevro, operating the fire god cannon, shifted his aim toward the M1A1 tank.

Of course, it couldn't penetrate — that was a heavy tank!

But bullets ricocheted off the tank's surface, spraying around wildly and pinning down the Marines following behind it, trapping them inside the hovercraft.

"Fire! Suppress their firepower!" a U.S. officer yelled, as the M1A1 tank surged forward under the hail of bullets, searching for targets.