Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 300 ass-ass-in
At midnight, the north wind blew down from the barren hills in the suburbs.

"The video, uploaded anonymously to the internet, shows a man claiming to be 'Miguel Salazar' shouting 'Viva CJNG' in front of the camera before being shot."

“Anger and panic continue to spread in Mexico.”

"The conflict between the new generation of Sinaloa and Jalisco continues to escalate."

"The death toll has exceeded 100 in the past few days."

"Although the executioners communicated in English, the U.S. State Department insists that this is unrelated."

The state government is urging residents to avoid traveling at night.

With a hiss, the program was muted.

Jim stuffed his phone back into his backpack and raised his binoculars to scan the mountain path.

"Translate this, buddy. They're praising us, right?"

Zhou Yi lay on the mat, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“They are praising your masterpiece,” he said.

"The drug dealers are fighting amongst themselves, which is a good show for everyone, and the bosses are in a good mood."

"Now, the war on drugs is getting even more intense."

Upon hearing this, Jim chuckled softly twice and began to observe the distance again.

"Is the convoy almost here?"

"If the intelligence is correct, Jalisco's assassins could arrive at any time."

Zhou Yi glanced at the hands of his wristwatch.

"As the war with Sinaloa intensifies, they will have to increase their investment."

Through the eyepiece, crosshairs trace across the top of the cactus.

There, the landscape consists of rolling brown earth slopes and sparse pasture.

Further west, lights began to appear sporadically in the villages.

Jim sighed and swatted the mosquito that was crawling on his face.

"Fuck the politicians, fuck the Valdes."

He paused for a moment, then swatted the second mosquito that landed on the back of his neck.

"A greedy old dog is sunbathing in Capri."

"The Bay of Naples, Italy, is a fucking great place."

"We can only wait out in the middle of nowhere for a bunch of bastard cartel thugs."

Zhou Yi bit the cigarette butt, trying his best to suppress the urge to light it.

"Believe me, his vacation plans will be ruined after tonight."

"The state government will only panic and beg him to come back and take charge."

"—The Jalisco New Generation Drug Cartel attacked the federal government building and declared war on the Marine Corps."

"This crazy news, whether true or false, is enough to make him pack his bags and run back to Sinaloa immediately."

"After that, it's up to us."

The crescent-shaped depression where the two were currently located was chosen during the afternoon's site scouting.

The exposed limestone platform is about two kilometers from the target location.

It is sheltered from the wind, has good visibility, provides cover, and has a clear escape route.

A mud-covered canopy was stretched behind, interrupting the outline.

The night was thick, like ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Occasionally, a few cicada chirps could be heard, but they were quickly swallowed up by the deathly silence.

“Wind from two o’clock, 3 to 5 miles, gusts up to 7,” Jim said.

"Temperature 87 degrees Fahrenheit, density 2,800 degrees Celsius."

Zhou Yi pressed his face back against the sniper rifle, his breathing gradually slowing down.

He zoomed out to the minimum, looking for landmarks—crooked telephone poles, creamy white stones—and then turned up the magnification.

1.5 miles, 1.8 crossroads stretch into a thin, misty, warm shadow.

Thirty minutes felt like three hours.

Finally, the car headlights peeked out from the horizon.

"They're here," Jim said softly. "A four-vehicle formation, the first two are Hiluxes, and the last is a Thorod. Where are the guns?"

Zhou Yi adjusted the magnification to 14, and the crosshairs swept across the grille at the front of the car.

The thermal shadow on the driver's side undulates within the narrow frame; it's a person, breathing.

"The weapons are mounted in the rear bed. There are ammunition belts in the rear of the vehicle, which may be modified from M60s."

“Speed ​​90, the formation is quite tight,” he said. “I’ll start driving car number one, then number two. You can give me the wind whenever you need it.”

“Received.” Jim leaned the PLRF rangefinder against the rock.

“Distance 1,985 yards. Coriolis 0.15 mils to the right, vortex drift 0.22 mils to the right. Full crosswind, opening three to five, I call 'five', you adjust 0.4 mils to the right.”[1]
"it is good."

Zhou Yi didn't look at the car or the lights; he only stared at the spot of light that bounced with the car's movement.

“Wind Five,” Jim whispered.

Almost at the same time——

boom!
Gunshots rang out.

The lead vehicle veered outwards and crashed into a stone post on the shoulder of the road.

The rear brake lights then came on, but it was too late.

The airbags deployed suddenly upon impact at high speed.

"Change to two," Jim's voice remained calm. "Wind three."

Zhou Yi's left shoulder moved forward, and the crosshairs landed on the second car.

Trigger pulled.

boom!
The car window burst open instantly, spraying out shards of glass and a mist of blood.

The driver's body twitched twice before going completely limp.

With a loud "thud," the pickup truck went out of control and bumped into the road ahead.

The dust grew thicker and thicker, but the machine gun on the rear vehicle failed to fire.

During the initial impact, the machine gunner was thrown out and hung awkwardly on the guardrail, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

Some tried to pull the body out, but got tangled in the bullet chains. They began to panic, and panic leads to mistakes.

Many people began firing wildly into the darkness, the flashes of light jumping erratically in place.

"Clean up and move on to the second phase."

Jim put down his binoculars and got up to move to the Carl Gustav cannon.

"Watch out, people are spreading up the slope. I'm getting ready to fire."

"Understood." Zhou Yi nodded.

“At three o’clock, there were two people walking towards the canyon, thirty yards, twenty-seven, then they stopped and went back.”

Jim had already lifted the harness and opened the screw lock with his left hand.

The silver-gray guided missile is extended, longer than a regular HEDP, and its tail fin is folded.

He aligned the positioning slot with the breech guide slot and pushed it in gently.

With a "click," the lock tightened.

A small, dark green window lit up on the fire control panel on the right side of the cannon.

The field of view shows the shadows cast by the colliding vehicles.

"Who are you planning to fight?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Soroder's engine."

Jim pulled out SOFLAM, placed it on his lap, and pressed the switch again.

"Code 1688, floor the gas pedal, let's test the quality of our new treasure."

Zhou Yi, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, pulled out the observation mirror and clipped it into the tripod to raise it.

"I'll give you a glimpse."

It was only then that Jalisco's gunmen determined their point of contact.

The scattered firepower began to converge on the hillside.

Unfortunately, even at 2,000 yards away, the bullets were still scattered in a ridiculously chaotic manner.

"Target four vehicles, control module locked, angle low eight, angle three to the right."

After Jim finished speaking, he focused his attention on the center of the vehicle's grille.

The fire control system beeped once.

"Clear the rear," he said.

Zhou Yi tilted his head to confirm that there were no fragments in the open space that could be stirred up.

"The rear is clear."

Jim pulled the trigger.

In an instant, a wave of heat erupted from the breech of the cannon, kicking up clouds of dust.

Three seconds later, the front of the car in the Silverado seemed to be hit by a heavy object out of thin air.

Flames shot out to both sides from the hood.

The cockpit instantly filled with steam.

"Hit."

Jim grabbed the second HEDP, "a big gift for my friend who ran away."

Zhou Yi used his observation scope to track down two gunmen who had sneaked out from the front.

"Coordinates slightly to the left, 30 yards from the vehicle, speed zero, cover in bushes—"

“I see it.” Jim pushed the things in.

"Fire control, airburst mode, 1985 yards, preset elevation difference of two meters."

"Clear the rear."

"Clear the rear!"

Thick smoke billowed through the valley, the smell of burning rubber and blood mingling with the hot air.

The remaining enemies groaned and struggled.

Clutching his broken leg, he lay sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in the firelight.

Joaquin's world has completely collapsed.

My eardrums were ringing, and my nasal cavity was filled with a burnt smell.

The view was fragmented by the firelight and dust.

All I could hear were intermittent groans and screams.

He even thought he was dead and had fallen into hell.

Everything was burning, everything was wailing.

However, just as his consciousness was about to fade, he heard the sound of an engine, and the tires slid over the gravel and came to a stop beside him.

Then, an excited voice rang out.

"John, these bastards are fucking carrying RPGs with them."

"There are even logos painted on it, that's great."

Joaquin looked up in alarm.

Two strange men approached, their bodies covered in magazines, their vests embroidered with skulls.

They were dressed almost identically to them.

boom!
The bullet pierced cleanly between his eyebrows.

The world fell silent instantly.

Zhou Yi put the pistol back in its holster and smiled at Jim, who was carrying the captured RPG.

"Thanks, Jarisco, it's our turn to attack the government base."

　Here's something interesting, let me explain briefly:

　　Coriolis: Coriolis correction. Mexico is in the Northern Hemisphere. When shooting due east, the bullet deviates to the right in the trajectory. When shooting west, it deviates to the left. When shooting north/south, it affects the vertical direction.

　　Spin drift: Most sniper rifles have right-hand rifling, causing the bullet to drift to the right over long distances. This effect, caused by a combination of gyroscopic effect and lateral airflow/air thinning, begins to become apparent at long ranges (800m+).

　　"Opening" is a slang term used by a friend, which I'm using here. It means to start adjusting the aiming point in advance according to this wind speed. A proper person would say "start holding for the wind."

　　My fifth point: The observer will continuously monitor changes in wind speed. If the wind speed increases from the 3–5 mph range to 5 mph, the shooter must immediately adjust the aiming point 0.4 mil to the right to counteract the wind's effect.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)