Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 336



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Side Story 42: Colombian Connection

As the sharp turns continued for tens of meters, we were unable to properly control our bodies.

Lipboats, which have a massive hull that is twice as long as a Zodiac, corner stably even in these turning sections.

Besides, their lip boat had a machine gun mount, and three or four .50 caliber bullets were flying from that direction, and soon they were flying in as if they were going to tear apart the hull of our rubber boat.

“Ah! Perk!”

Soto shouted as he fell backwards while trying to get into a machine gun stance toward the Lipbots.

50 caliber bullets were exploding, and water columns continued to shoot up from the water surface to our front, back, left, and right.

We also need to respond immediately, but the right side of the boat’s hull is still slightly floating as it turns left, making it difficult to control our bodies properly.

The lookers on the player’s side are also trying to return fire at the enemies in the rear, but they are also unable to move for fear that we inside the boat will be hit by grenades.

Then, as the left turn ends and the straight section of the river begins, the chaos really begins.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Small water columns, some two meters high, continued to rise as 50-caliber shells from the lip boat exploded on the water surface far ahead, to the left and right of the Zodiac.

A few flares can bounce over 100 meters like pebbles when splashed with water.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tata tang! Tata tata tang! Tata tata tang! Tata tata tang!

Soto and I stood between Decker and fired our rifle bullets at the Lipbots, but to no avail.

Not only was it a problem that both sides were moving so quickly, but every time we pulled the trigger, the rubber boat would rock back and forth on the water, preventing us from hitting the target.

But our seven-seater compact Zodiac couldn’t keep up with them at speed.

The lip boats are keeping us at a certain distance from the center of the front line, in order to secure a firing angle for their .50 caliber machine guns from the left and right.

If they wanted to, those bastards could catch up to us and even launch a physical attack on us, turning the Zodiac upside down, but they don’t come any closer.

Tutter tutter tutter tung! Tutter tutter tutter tung!

Every time the .50 caliber rifles are fired from the Lipbots, a large amount of smoke is released from the gun barrels and birds fly up from the jungle.

A little later, as we pass through the very dark shadows created by the tall trees along the river, tracers flashing overhead, illuminating the inside of the inflatable boat.

A wild thought crossed my mind that I might be able to read the Bible by the light of that flashlight.

Unless something happens to turn this situation around, we will soon be a bloodbath from the Lipbot’s machine gun.

I shouted at Decker, who was holding the motor control handle without realizing it.

“Chief! Try anything! If we keep doing this, we’ll all end up as water ghosts in this shit hole!”

I don’t know if Decker heard me or not, but either way, he shouted into the radio right after that.

“Everyone, hold on tight!”

Then, our boat, which had been going straight, now changes direction to the right.

The rubber boat pilot slowly changes direction from the 1 o’clock position to the 2 o’clock position.

From now on, the right turn section begins.

Then, Decker’s voice is heard over the wireless network again.

“Turn right! Turn right! Turn right!”

Suddenly, the boat suddenly slows down and the bow turns sharply to the right.

Then, instead of heading towards the surface of the Santa Rita River, it heads towards the land where the jungle is spread out and begins to charge.

What the?

I quickly checked on Mr. Decker, who was holding the motor handle at the stern of the boat, thinking he had been shot.

However, instead of holding the motor handle, he is holding the motor body weighing over 60 kilos with both hands, and is trying to lift it into the boat.

What the hell is going on here?

Immediately afterwards, as he turned his head forward, Decker shouted.

“Hold on tight!”

Our rubber boat is now hurtling along the land slightly above the river surface.

The reason Team Leader Decker lifted the motor was to prevent the screw, which operates underwater, from breaking on land.

puck!

The moment the hull of the rubber boat rose above the water surface of the river and the bottom of the pool, all of our bodies were thrown into the air by the strong impact and then fell right back down.

Just a moment ago, thanks to the Zodiac’s maneuvering speed, our boat glided a dozen meters over the grassy flat ground like a giant sled.

There was no need to ask what happened just now.

As the rubber boat pulled away from the river surface and stopped in the grass, the rip boats passed behind us, their motors making a loud noise.

As I was checking the mood of the old men in preparation for the next situation, Soto shouted while handing me a claymore storage bag.

“Kim! Follow me! We need to set this up towards the river!”

There is no need to ask any more questions since I have already figured out the situation.

I threw the M32 grenade launcher to Strauss and jumped out of the boat with Soto.

The two of us threw our respective triggers and challenge lines to Decker, and we ran towards the river surface, releasing the challenge lines from the boat.

As I run through the grass, I cannot hear the sound of the rib boats, but rather the distant sound of the cartel mercenaries shouting at each other as they belatedly realize the situation.

Soto planted his greatsword in the grassy bottom like a stake before placing his claymore on the ground near the river surface.

After that, he took his own challenge line and my challenge line, wrapped it around the bottom of the sword handle twice, and gave it back to me.

As we returned to the rubber boat, the challenge ships moved to prevent the detonator from falling off the claymore or the claymore from falling over.

Soto shouted at me after confirming that the challengers were wrapped around a large sword the size of a man’s forearm.

“You! Set up your claymores, Kim! Hurry!”

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Soto planted his claymore in the weedy ground that our rubber boat had leveled, and I planted mine next to it.

Inside the claymore we installed, there are 700 iron balls that, when detonated, will fly at Mach 3.

To increase the explosive power of a single large-caliber mortar shot and the killing range of 1,400 flying steel balls, Soto’s claymore was positioned slightly to the left, and mine slightly to the right.

Then, while watching Soto place an explosive detonator on the claymore body, I placed an explosive detonator connected to the challenge line on my claymore as well.

From now on, if there are any elders in Old Koreatown who tease me about not completing my military service, I must tell them about today’s incident.

He turned around to look at the challenge lines, then raised his hand toward the rubber boat about ten meters behind.

Then, Team Leader Decker, who was watching the Claymore installation process there, raised his thumb.

Again, I hear the sound of the lip boat motor getting closer and my heart is pounding like crazy.

“Let’s go, Kim!”

Soto and I took a step back, our guns pointed at the riverbank, and then quickly ran towards our rubber boat.

Meanwhile, the sound of the motor became much closer, as if the Lip Boat had come closer.

The men remaining in the rear used the rubber boat as cover and aimed their guns at the river surface.

We also took up positions around Team Leader Decker, who was watching the direction of the river’s surface while holding claymore detonators in both hands.

We are also in the danger zone, as we are about 20 meters away from the Claymore installation point.

But now is not the time to worry about that.

Rooker and O’Connor with RPK74 machine guns and Strauss with M32 grenade launchers watch the river surface with bated breath.

Team Leader Decker and Luker had one earcup of their headsets up to listen for the sound of the Lipbot approaching.

Then, Luke took down the earmuffs he had put on, covered his ears, and made a hand signal.

At the same time, on the river surface, boats appeared to be floating down with their motors idling.

“Now is the time!”

Decker shouted and pressed the triggers with both hands, and at that moment, there was a clap of thunder and the ground rose high into the air before his eyes.

Phew!

The rubber boat rocked back and forth in the strong wind, and the terrifying impact of the explosion hit us regardless of the protection of our tactical headsets in both ears.

From above, branches and leaves pour down, making it impossible to see anything because of the smoke and dust.

It was almost as if this was what the end of the world would be like.

It felt like the end of the world was not ‘with just two Claymore shots?’ but ‘with just two Claymore shots.’

Before the shock of the blast had even subsided, Rooker and O’Connor ran out to my right, holding RPK74 machine guns.

Decker, Soto, and I jumped up from our seats and walked out with them.

I tried to get up but I felt dizzy and staggered, but Soto caught me and I continued walking without falling.

My adrenaline was pumping through my body as I walked into the sight before me, as if the ground had suddenly lifted and covered the boats floating on the river’s surface.

And the feeling continues to linger, making my shoulders and the back of my neck tingle.

The smell of dirt and weeds, the smell of plastic explosives exploding inside a claymore.

These were all going into my nose at once, and it seemed as if Team Leader Decker was warning me that we were in the middle of a war zone.

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Tata tata tata tata!

Rooker and O’Connor, who were ahead, fire RPK74 machine guns toward the river surface.

As we passed through the thick layer of dust, we saw some lip boats floating about 20 meters away, and immediately Soto, Decker, and I opened fire with our submachine guns at them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Strauss calculated the firing range of the high-explosive shell’s fuze, aimed the M32 grenade launcher at an indirect rather than direct fire angle, and fired the grenade.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Unlike the fictional A-Force who never kills villains, the six real-world A-Force agents who completely destroy villains are pouring all their firepower on the speedboat.

Now, there was nothing moving, not only from the M2 machine gun mounts of each speedboat player, but also from the boat’s cockpit and boarding seats.

Still, we continued to fire bullets at the Lipbot.

pop!

One of the three high-explosive shells fired by Strauss struck the stern of the speedboat, which was engulfed in smoke, and exploded.

As Strauss attempted to fire another salvo at the remaining ship, Soto grabbed him by the shoulder.

A moment later, as the remaining rib boat drifted a dozen yards further along the river current, Sort let go of Strauss’s shoulder and gave him a pat.

Then, Strauss, who had figured out Soto’s intentions, this time fired a red laser at Lipbot in a direct-fire stance, and then pulled the trigger.

puck!

Boom!

The left side of the speedboat, hit by the high-explosive bomb, went into the water once and came out again as if it had been kicked by a giant’s foot.

And a little later, just like the first boat that was hit by a grenade and sank, this boat’s hull also began to sink.

A moment later, all the lip boats disappeared before our eyes as we looked across the river at the Claymore explosion site.

All the cartel guys who just five minutes ago looked like they were going to turn us into raw meat patties have now sunk to the bottom of the Santa Rita River.

And then silence returns to the vast surface of the Santa Rita River and the jungle.

As if nothing had happened before.

Covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, we looked at each other in silence and then put the gun controls on the safe position.

Phew, this is on a whole other level of bullshit than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

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