Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 205 - 121: Heavy Losses (First Update)

Chapter 205: Chapter 121: Heavy Losses (First Update)

“We… we’ve escaped.”

Nitel sat down on the ground with the joy of a narrow escape, his body covered in both blood and sweat.

The terrifying sensation of bullets whizzing past his scalp from moments ago still left his heart palpitating.

“Old Bill, David, Sarina… they didn’t make it out.”

Mikael Canto’s eyes were filled with self-reproach and regret, those were elite agents from various departments of the United States, and now they all lay buried in the slums of Jimacan, not even their bodies could be recovered.

Such devastating casualties were unprecedented for Mikael Canto.

“So you just run away, bastards? We help you destroy the smuggling factory, and this is how you betray us?”

At this, other special agents who saw their comrades dead or wounded couldn’t help but yell angrily at the police who had escaped first.

“It was you who insisted on going into the slums to provoke trouble, you insisted on dismantling people’s factories, causing the death of many of our colleagues. You are the real cancer.”

The Mexican police were also filled with grievances.

Normally they wouldn’t enter the slums, but today they had lost many men aiding these Americans, and they had nowhere to vent their anger.

“What did you say? If your police had done something, the slums wouldn’t be in such chaos, allowing every thug to carry a gun.”

“Heh, as if you Americans are any better. Shootings happen every day, and those chaotic slums in Di Te City are also world-famous.”

The argument between the two sides grew more heated, eventually escalating into a fight, fists flying in a free-for-all.

“Enough, all of you stop it.”

Mikael Canto bellowed, putting a stop to the conflict.

“Let’s go.”

After a struggle to separate the fighters, Mikael Canto led his men to head back.

In Mexico, they were always outsiders, any conflict with local police would only put them at a disadvantage.

“Mr. Mikael, I’m sorry.”

Nitel looked at Mikael Canto’s grim face, not sure what else to say.

“The mistake was mine, I underestimated the risks of the slum. The waters here are too deep.”

Mikael Canto let out a sigh, feeling the path to mission success was long and arduous.

…

At the US-Mexico border.

A team of anti-smuggling patrol officers was driving towards a wasteland near the border, with no less than a dozen police cars on the road.

They had received a tip-off about smuggling activities nearby, where traffickers of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid were moving goods in bulk.

Patrol officer Charles, as he had done so many times before, drove on the rugged road, turning to his partner in the passenger seat with a smile, “Get ready, our team is about to start the action soon. I hope we seize more contraband this time; the higher-ups are really focusing on this.”

The passenger was a rookie named Lana Peters, who had recently joined the border patrol.

With her looks, she had plenty of admirers, Charles included.

“I know, I’ll shoot immediately if anything goes wrong.”

Lana nodded, her hand resting on the holster at her waist, visible tension on her face.

“Don’t be so nervous, we’re only going after the guys smuggling Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, not drug traffickers or illegal immigrants. They know their crimes are minor and they wouldn’t dare to shoot back.”

Charles, a seasoned veteran of many years, reassured the rookie, seizing the opportunity to endear himself.

“Hey, Charles, we’re approaching the target area, but it’s a bit close to the Mexican border. That’s a disputed area between the two countries; we might be crossing the border here.”

The voice of a colleague came through the radio.

“No worries, we’ll make it quick and come right back, just grab the people and return.”

Charles was unconcerned; they were the world’s police. Arresting a criminal in a disputed area was no big deal, akin to American soldiers intervening in other countries’ internal affairs under the pretext of anti-terrorism — not a rare occurrence.

Even if they did cross the border, it would be federal law that punished him, not Mexico.

The convoy continued on, entering an endless expanse of desert, canyons, and hills bristling with cacti.

“Once we get to the scene, we only need to make the arrest. Those smugglers have made a pretty penny, and there’s a good amount to skim off them. As long as we…”

Boom!

Before Charles could finish, the lead police car exploded violently, as if something had blown it away.

“What happened, what’s going on?”

Charles’s face changed dramatically, and he bellowed into the walkie-talkie.

As a response, an RPG fired from not far away hit another police car, blasting it into a twisted wreck.

On a hillside, dozens of people lay in ambush, each armed with a variety of weapons, and opened fire on the police convoy, their gunshots blending together in a relentless barrage.

“Enemy attack, enemy attack, we’ve encountered armed assailants, location… request support, request support…”

Charles slammed on the brakes and hurried out of the car with his Long Spear, using the police car as cover as he fired back at the enemy.

Lana’s hands trembled slightly as she gripped her gun and got out with the main force. Due to her nervousness and fear, her shots drifted skyward.

Suddenly, the gunfire from the other side quieted down, as if the shooting had stopped.

“They ran away, huh?”

Muttering to himself, Charles turned to Lana beside him and said, “Looks like they were scared off. Those guys actually dared to resist. We can’t let them go this time, no matter what.”

Seeking to showcase his heroic spirit, Charles cautiously stood up to scout the situation.

Lana didn’t speak; she only stared at the right side of the convoy with her pupils shrinking violently. Her teeth chattered as she desperately clung to Charles’s arm.

Following Lana’s gaze, the next moment forced Charles to widen his eyes in shock.

An Infantry Fighting Vehicle with six wheels slowly ascended from the base of the hill, its dark 30mm machine gun aimed at their side of the police convoy.

“Shit…”

Charles cursed, and in the next instant, his body was blown apart, his blood splattering all over Lana’s face and head.

With the machine gun fire, the formidable weapon swept across the battlefield. The so-called cover of the police cars was like paper mâché before the 30mm machine gun, and body parts flew everywhere.

The counterattack by the police officers was pathetically weak because their equipment simply couldn’t penetrate the armor of the Infantry Fighting Vehicle.

In just one minute, the machine gun turned the battlefield into a slaughterhouse.

After unleashing a barrage of fire, the Infantry Fighting Vehicle slowly retreated back into an underground tunnel, and the entire smuggling team vanished without a trace.

By the time support police forces arrived, the scene was littered with limbs and body parts, and only Lana, who had lost an arm, was still alive.

“Those people are not human; they deployed an Infantry Fighting Vehicle. They are not ordinary smugglers,” Lana’s recount made all the police officers gasp in shock, staring at the deep tunnel entrance with a chill crawling up their spines.

To face an Infantry Fighting Vehicle in combat was something these officers had never encountered in their many years on the job; it felt exceptionally insane.

“We must chase them, we must bring those brutal smugglers to justice.”

The police forces at the scene were enraged. While requesting military support, they sent officers into the underground tunnel to try and pursue the fleeing enemies.

But the officers who entered the tunnel hadn’t gone far when they saw a wide Claymore mine on the ground with “Front Toward Enemy” painted on it, and an infrared tripwire trigger device was active.

“Shit…”

A group of officers were terrified and tried to run, but by then it was too late.

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The activated Claymore mine exploded in an instant, with hundreds of steel balls covering 60% of the arc in front, directly perforating the police officers in the tunnel into a honeycomb.

Some steel balls even shot out of the entrance, hitting the unlucky ones observing from outside.

The steel balls, with a range of tens of meters and designed as anti-personnel mines, were extremely powerful. The balls embedded into flesh and kept tearing through muscle, causing extreme damage and pain, filling the site with cries of agony for a moment.

The remaining officers were stunned, a chill running from their feet to the top of their skulls, their minds filled with bewilderment and fear.

Why were these smugglers of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid so ferocious, even more ruthless than the drug lords they had encountered in the past?

Deploying Infantry Fighting Vehicles, Claymore mines, rocket launchers—were they fighting a counter-terrorism war?