Before they could turn their machine guns around, Arnold, wearing the MT-3, launched a volley from the rocket pod on his right shoulder towards the drug cartel convoy, instantly turning several armed Humvees into fiery explosions.

The remaining drug traffickers were immediately thrown into chaos, frantically firing into the surrounding forest, while only Huey and a few others quickly disembarked, using the reinforced vehicle bodies as cover, attempting to organize a counterattack.

"Find cover quickly! Fire illuminating flares, find those Americans!"

The rocket pod on the MT-3 could only launch a single volley. After the first wave of bombing, gunshots rang out from all directions, and the drug traffickers felt as if they were surrounded by an overwhelming force. A gunman huddled behind a vehicle scrambled to load and fire an illuminating flare.

As the glowing flare ascended, what first appeared in the sights of the drug traffickers were not people

but a dozen or so small six-wheeled transport platforms, all armed with machine guns. Their Mecanum wheels spun rapidly, allowing them to move swiftly even on complex terrain.

Ratatatatata——

The Mechanics, including the fixer from Ivory Mountain, controlled several transport platforms like dragons through the stone forest while hiding under the protection of doorframe robots and Hellhounds, directing machine gun fire at the surrounded drug traffickers.

AI-controlled robots and Mechanic players-controlled robots each have their pros and cons. The former operates in harmony but lacks adaptability, while the latter responds quickly, and can come up with unexpected moves when facing unforeseen situations.

"Awesome! Hahaha! Totally awesome!"

Even controlling several robots simultaneously didn't confuse the Mechanics, who felt like gods, with much of their previous resentment from being forced labor dissipating.

A few drug traffickers, pushed to the brink, jumped onto the largest armed Humvee, connected to the data line, and the electromagnetic machine gun on the roof instantly came to life, starting to turn to target enemy units.

Screech——

The electromagnetic machine gun fired without the deafening roar of gunpowder weapons, with an incredibly fast firing rate, quickly tearing a transport platform into pieces with accelerated rounds.

But the robots were designed to be cannon fodder, and the Mechanic players didn't feel any pain, instead, they intensified their control, directing the transport platforms to charge towards the Humvee in the center, braving the gunfire from the drug traffickers.

Not to mention their over one-meter-high bodies are hard to target on complex terrain, and aside from the electromagnetic machine gun, the drug traffickers can hardly pose a threat to these small robots.

The fixer, always aware of the drone's view, suddenly shouted

"I've spotted another convoy coming from the north! They've got helicopters, too!"

Sword Saint glanced at his score and grinned, saying

"Great, let's quickly eliminate this group of drug traffickers and then prepare to engage!"

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Five kilometers away from the skirmish point, on a beach, two black landing crafts still floated silently on the sea, their engines long extinguished, with the boats empty.

The Masked Riders, who had already discreetly landed, were now crawling on a concave shoreline.

Masked Rider: "Sword Saint and the others are already engaging; soon, the surrounding enemies might head their way."

Black Sun: "We're over ten kilometers from the airport here, let's hurry over while we have the chance. The Truth Department's been non-stop nagging in the chat."

Masked Rider: "It's no use nagging if we can't capture the anti-aircraft positions—those Military Technology planes aren't coming in."

The airport is easy to find; experts had already traced the temporary airfield located at the Bay of Pigs through tracks of drug transport from Cuba to South America and other Latin American countries. But finding the anti-aircraft positions isn't as simple.

This isn't the World War II era with anti-aircraft artillery; today, they use mobile anti-aircraft missiles and fighters, which can be deployed and fired at will, and are not fixed, so even the experts feel powerless.

Sword Blade behind suddenly exclaimed

"Mission objectives have updated, take a look!"

Sure enough, upon opening the mission system, they saw it.

The map had clearly marked the position of the anti-aircraft systems.

Turns out Sword Saint's crew surrounded a drug cartel convoy, stole information from the convoy leader's terminal, and used it to let hackers infiltrate the Cuban drug traffickers' information network.

The nearest defensive system deployed was marked as the French-made Avenger 300, only 22 kilometers away from them.

Wildman, who was in charge of command in Cyberspace, immediately made a decision

"Time is limited; the airport won't run away. Focus on taking down the anti-aircraft systems to prevent their hackers from realizing the system's been breached and notifying the anti-air vehicles to relocate. We can handle the airport after the Truth Department air-drops later."

After notifying Masked Rider, Wildman turned to the hackers about to wreak havoc in the Cuban command system

"Do not act rashly; just monitor all their instructions, extract valuable information from within, and pass it to me."

"?"

Pandora looked at Wildman puzzled

Wildman could only explain

"Keeping the system intact is more valuable than destroying it. We can monitor their every move while sending them false information to confuse them. Once they catch on, then we can proceed with the assault."

"...."

Pandora showed a hint of disappointment but still obediently followed Wildman's planned arrangements.

After settling the hacker issue, Wildman asked

"Sword Saint, how many points do you have now?"

Sword Saint glanced at the scoreboard

"Eliminated 87, about forty escaped, leaving me roughly 270 points in total."

270...

Even the cheapest rocket support costs 1000 points.

But as the armed traffickers' helicopter unit approached, the swampland could block tanks, but not those flying above. With insufficient points to buy anti-air weapons, Wildman instructed

"Don't stay put and fight them; check how many vehicles are still operational, keep moving, engage them in guerrilla warfare, leading these Cubans through the jungle."