Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 335



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Side Story 41: Colombian Connection

I strapped a heavy grenade launcher to my shoulder and aimed the launcher at the pups beyond the smokescreen.

Now that the RPK machine gun fire has stopped, they’re sure to come.

Anything that breaks through the smoke screen will be harpooned by a honeycomb grenade containing slugs.

I’ve killed bad guys on American soil, in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Mexico, so now it’s time to add one more retirement tale to my Colombian tonic.

But, as is the case with all things in life, things didn’t go as I expected.

Something fell with a ‘thud’ sound where the smoke was spreading, and immediately afterwards the same sound was heard again.

As I tilt my head, wondering if that’s it, Decker, who was lying face down on the left, shouts while pressing my head down toward the floor.

“It’s a grenade! It’s a grenade!”

Kwaaang!

Boom!

The shockwave and heat of the explosion are transmitted through the ground and throughout my body as I lie face down.

I quickly got up, smelling the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Then, I waited for the cartel mercenaries to approach beyond the smoke and smokescreen.

Tension and anxiety reach their peak in an instant, making it feel like you’re floating in a vacuum.

Still, my neurons are already fully prepared for business today.

My heart felt like it was going to burst without me even having to touch it.

Even though my visibility wasn’t 100% clear, I could feel the vibrations of people running through the plank floor of the dock.

The cartel guys came ashore through the dock.

Gunmen of a different caliber than the Juarez Cartel kids rush toward us through a space between the buildings, less than 20 meters wide.

I aim my gun at them and pull the trigger slightly, suddenly remembering the warning about the honeycomb rounds loaded in the M32 grenade launcher.

There was a warning that some of the honeycomb bullets could explode in the chamber at the moment of firing, as they were custom-made special bullets, not genuine (?) ones that had undergone research and testing by the US military.

That means, if you shoot this on a night when you had a bad dream the night before, if you do it wrong, the grenade launcher’s barrel could turn into a beehive.

However, it is too late to worry about that now.

pop!

pop!

As soon as dark silhouettes appeared beyond the smoke screen, they poured out honeycomb grenades.

I saw three enemies staggering, and immediately fired another shot.

pop!

With a sound of explosion that was on a different level from the sound of a high-explosive grenade being fired, the smoke screen in front where the slugs had poured out was pushed away in a different direction.

Even though the lead assault team members were knocked out, the mercenaries, who had probably chewed gum in actual combat with the Colombian army, did not back down and charged again.

Tata tata tata! Tata tata tata! Tata tata!

Tata tata tata tata!

Again, two enemy soldiers run through the smoke screen, firing short bursts of AK rifles.

The distance between them and me is less than 5 meters.

pop!

Blood and flesh splattered as steel balls poured out of the M32 gun barrel and lodged themselves in their bodies.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tata tata! Tata tata tata!

Three more people jumped out after that, but they were quickly subdued by a hail of bullets from Decker and Soto.

Now, only three or four machine gunners were left, firing from the rubber boats.

Decker shouted into the radio.

“The Wizard One party is charging towards the ‘Zodiac’! Go! Go! Go!”

We forgot that we had hesitated under their machine-gun fire and charged through the smoke towards the river surface.

Tata tata tata! Tata tata tata!

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Two men run forward, spraying 5.45mm high-velocity bullets at me.

I was a few steps behind them, but I ran after them in perfect firing position with the grenade launcher strapped to my shoulder.

The damned dock floor rocks up and down with every step.

But the next moment, a terrifying sight unfolded before my eyes.

Just ahead, three machine gunners began to fire bullets at two rubber boats floating on the river surface.

Still, Decker and Soto did not back down, but walked away while returning fire.

The sight took my breath away, as it seemed as if enemy bullets would pierce the men’s torsos at any moment.

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Tata tata tata tata tata!

I quickly got into a kneeling position and tried to fire a honeycomb grenade towards the rubber boats.

However, I sensed someone moving behind me.

Oh, shit!

The first black mercenary who was knocked down by the honeycomb grenade is still alive, and he is trying to pull the safety pin of an American fragmentation grenade.

I quickly spun around and fired a stray bullet at his face.

pop!

When you shoot a honeycomb grenade at a person’s face from less than two meters away, a red aurora suddenly appears in the air in that direction.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The grenade fell from the hands of the mercenary who had lost half his head and rolled onto the wooden floor.

That’s a grenade with the safety handle missing.

“It’s a grenade!”

As soon as the warning signal came, I quickly picked up a grenade and thrust it under the body of the black mercenary.

Then, I flew towards Decker and Soto, who were standing about 4-5 meters behind me.

Kwaaang!

A tremendous amount of explosive energy shook the ground, and at the same time, pieces of the mercenary’s uniform and flesh were shot out in all directions like shrapnel.

Immediately after I flew out, my jaw hit the rotating chamber of the M32 grenade launcher below me, and I didn’t feel any pain even though the impact felt like it was going to shatter my lower jaw.

But even at that moment, machine gun bullets were flying from the river about 10 meters ahead.

Decker and Soto seemed to have subdued two of them, but the remaining one was shooting like crazy at us who were hiding on the dock floor.

He was wearing an Opscore Fast bulletproof helmet, sunglasses, and it seemed like he had a laser targeting device attached to the front of his RPK74 light machine gun.

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“Changing (changing magazines)! Changing!”

Our boss, who was lying face down in my 10 o’clock position, shouted, and Soto looked momentarily dazed by the shock of the grenade explosion that had exploded at close range.

I quickly ran between the two men and aimed my M32 grenade launcher at the cartel machine gunner about ten meters ahead.

Phew!

As soon as I fired the last possible shot, the enemy on the rubber boat disappeared.

As the smoke from the hive clears, the rubber boats littered with the corpses of the mercenaries come into view.

I had already switched to the AKS74U and was aiming my gun at it.

From then on, silence fell over the area around the pier, and I felt an eerie feeling slowly engulfing me.

The Santa Rita River here was said to be 50 to 80 meters wide, but from our current location, the brush on the other side of the river seemed much closer.

Despite the loud gunfire and explosions, monkeys were looking down from the tree branches across the river.

A dozen or so monkeys tilt their heads and stare at us, as if they are overwhelmed by the sight of this carnage.

But, strangely enough, soon we start to feel a kind of guilt, as if we’ve killed someone in front of children.

Phew~!

As I try to shake that thought, Soto starts firing confirmation shots from a vantage point overlooking the rubber boats.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Next, a report comes from Strauss’s group guarding our rear.

“Wizard One’s Six (back, rear), all clear!”

Then, Team Leader Decker hands me a grenade launcher and says:

“Kim, load it with high explosives. This is going to be a bigger mess.”

As I tilted my head at those words, he stopped looking at the enemy corpses nearby and looked at me.

And then he says something that sends shivers down my spine.

“Now that we’ve moved beyond covert infiltration, we’re ready to move forward with an all-out war against the cartel mercenaries. Wake up, Kim. These guys are on a whole other level than the Juarez Cartel.”

I nodded and took out the high-explosive grenades one by one and put them into the M32 rotary chamber.

Yeah, now I’m in a dilemma too.

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Booooooooooooooo!

We headed north towards our destination on a French-made IBS boat, which the old men call a ‘Zodiac’.

The rubber boat glided across the surface of the Santa Rita River, which looked like muddy water, unlike the salty water of Lake Michigan.

We had to go as far north as possible, because soon the sun would set and the Colombian military would begin their night reconnaissance mission.

However, like the river in the Cambodian jungle in the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’, the Santa Rita River also had many winding sections.

We are all on high alert, as bullets or anti-tank rockets could fly from the jungle on either side of the river at any moment.

I sat low on the starboard side of the boat and looked over my shoulder at the decker who operated the boat’s motor.

While subduing the cartel mercenaries, a fire broke out in the fuel storage facility behind the dock building due to the Claymores triggered by O’Connor and Strauss.

So, before we could even get the locals to find the wooden boat and pull it out, two powerful explosions occurred and the entire dock was engulfed in flames.

Eventually, we threw the mercenaries’ bodies into the river and left Goldilocks’ dock on this IBS boat.

By the time we reached the point where the dock was out of sight, we could see a huge plume of smoke rising from the fire that had broken out there.

At that moment, a Mexican ferret poked his head into my ear and said something.

Mr. Soto said,

“Kim, wake up. We’re going into the tiger’s den. We’re going into one of the most dangerous places in the world, where the Medellin Cartel’s cocaine factories are located, with no one to help us. If you don’t stick close to me and do exactly what I say, you won’t make it out of this jungle. Do you understand me?”

I couldn’t answer that.

This was because I was already overwhelmed by Soto’s serious, almost tense gaze and expression, which was always full of grumpiness and playfulness.

Everyone had the same expression and atmosphere as Soto.

And looking at these old men, the mission of getting there before Claire returned to Chicago didn’t seem like it could even be considered a mission right now.

Regardless of my disturbed feelings, this military rubber boat continues to advance, hitting the river surface at incredible speed.

Often, water droplets splashing up from the water would hit my face and neck, startling me.

Rooker, sitting on the bow with the RPK74 machine gun he had captured from the mercenaries, raised one hand.

The Canadian sniper made this hand signal every time he saw the river about to make a right or left turn.

Then, O’Connor, who was sitting behind the gentleman and looking at an electronic map on his tablet PC, shouted into the wireless network.

“It’s a right turn section that’s over 100 meters long! Everyone, hold on tight! This time, the cornering is going to be a breeze!”

Listening to the sound of the motor, I looked at each of the team members who were on guard inside the boat.

Wizard R&R’s elite troubleshooters, wearing jungle hats and old-fashioned 80s and 90s camouflage, aim their Russian-made submachine guns out of the boat.

Although it was clear that they were extremely nervous, their eyes were filled with determination and fighting spirit.

It is a fighting spirit that is on a different level from the resistance and resentment of lawbreakers like Donald Trump, who often refuse to pay the fines imposed by the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) of the United States Treasury.

Was this the atmosphere when these guys came down to rescue me from the Juarez Cartel den with Trevor Miller?

The next moment, the image of the black mercenary whose face I had blown off flashed through my mind.

But, while I was lost in that thought for a moment, Luke, who had been lying face down on the player’s side, raised his upper body.

Then, they start firing machine gun bullets towards the front.

Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Ooh, yuck!

As everyone turned their guns forward, a large silhouette passed by on the starboard side of our boat.

Immediately after that, water poured into the raft as if someone had sprayed us with a fire hose.

Tata tata tata tata tata!

Again Rooker’s machine gun opened fire, and once again a huge silhouette swept past us on our right.

O’Connor’s voice rang out over our wireless network late.

“It’s a fucking ‘lip boat’! It’s their lip boat!”

Turning our heads, we see two RIB boats with hulls about twice the size of the IBS boats.

The speedboats that the cartel kids use to bring in raw cocaine are making U-turns within 60 to 70 meters of us.

Before the lip boats could even complete their U-turn, muzzle flashes began to flash from the men inside those boats.

A dozen or so machine gun flares now fly toward us as we enter the main left turn.

Because of the noise of our boat’s motor and the basic soundproofing of the tactical headsets each of us wore, we couldn’t hear any of their gunfire or the bullets whizzing by.

And this situation of not being able to hear any sounds made by the enemies amplified my anxiety and fear.

Team Leader Decker’s voice echoed over the wireless network.

“Everyone hold on tight! Everyone hold on tight! We’re going to run at top speed from now on!”

He was now turning the throttle all the way open, keeping an eye out for the cartel speedboats that were beginning to follow us.

At that time, their machine gun bullets flew towards us like a swarm of bees, and numerous water columns rose from the surrounding water.

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