American tax officials

Chapter 113 You dare to fight back? I'll make you eat a missile!

About 500 meters from the chief’s house, in Twen’s house.

Virginia rushed in and kicked the door open, revealing deafening music playing inside.

Meanwhile, Twen was embracing a blonde woman, swaying wildly to the music.

Virginia immediately turned off the music, went to Dieter's side, grabbed the delirious man, and shook him violently, saying urgently, "Wake up, Dieter! The IRS is here!"

"IRS...armed...bastard, why are you turning off my music? I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Seeing that Dieter was still looking like he was about to ascend to heaven, Virginia had no choice but to turn around and walk out quickly.

Before long, he came in carrying a bucket of water, grabbed Dieter's mouth and kept pouring water into it, occasionally splashing it on Dieter's face and head.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dieter felt a churning in his stomach and immediately vomited violently.

After he had vomited most of what was in his stomach, he gradually regained consciousness and looked at Virginia, who was still preparing to pour water into his mouth.

He immediately broke free, glaring at him and asking, "You bastard, what the hell are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Something terrible has happened, Dieter! The IRS armed forces are here!"

"What?!"

Dieter was startled at first, then quickly asked, "They're armed? Where?"

Virginia hurriedly replied, "They're still there! Their tanks and armored battle groups have already stormed into our reservation, and two large helicopter battle groups are circling over our territory!"

Upon hearing that tanks and armored battle groups had entered the reserve, Dieter was stunned. Then, he suddenly realized what was happening and charged out like a cheetah.

When he rushed out and looked up, he found that Virginia had not lied to him; there was indeed a helicopter battle group circling in the distance.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He had heard about the IRS armed forces these past few days, but he never imagined that they would actually dare to storm into their reservation.

And this is just the helicopter battle group; Virginia just told me that tank and armored vehicle battle groups have also stormed in.

Although their tribe had tens of thousands of Native Americans, they couldn't possibly fill such a massive army even if they sacrificed their lives.

Fear began to spread steadily within Dieter.

"Dieter, what should we do?"

Virginia also came to Dieter's side at this moment.

"Quickly, go find my father..."

Dieter was truly panicked. In his mind, the only safe place he could be was with the chief and his father.

The two places are only 5-600 meters apart.

Soon, Dieter and Virginia drove to the chief's house, only to find that Gar and the other elders were all staring blankly at the sky.

Dieter jumped out of the car and rushed to Twen, about to say something like "help," but before he could utter a word, a huge roar suddenly made everyone's eardrums buzz.

After regaining their senses, they all turned around and looked toward the source of the explosion.

About two kilometers away from them, a huge explosion produced a massive flame, and thick smoke billowed into the sky as surrounding houses burned down.

"Damn it, who the hell dares to fire without my orders, fuck!!!"

Garr was both shocked and frightened, and in a fit of rage, he began to curse.

He knew that it must have been some hot-blooded young men in the tribe who, seeing their homeland being invaded like this, lost their minds and opened fire on the helicopters in the sky, which led to the IRS's artillery attack!

In fact, not only Garr, but all the elders were also extremely anxious at this moment.

What the hell? How could those hotheads in their tribe, knowing full well that there was a helicopter battle group hovering in the sky, still dare to open fire?!

Isn't that just asking for death?!

Moreover, it's one thing for these hotheads to die, but artillery shells don't discriminate. What if one of them accidentally fires a shell in their direction and they get caught up in the crossfire?

"Wavered, this is your territory, you go there yourself and calm those hotheads down. Tell them not to fire indiscriminately, or our tribe will be finished!"

Garr felt that the situation could not be allowed to escalate further, and quickly looked at Wifred.

Being called out by name like that, Wei Felide secretly groaned inwardly.

Yesterday he was with Twen, encouraging and arming those young fighters, and now he wants to go and make them lay down their arms and surrender. Where is his authority?

However, the loss of prestige is not the most terrible thing for him at the moment.

The scariest thing is that it's clearly a battle zone. If he just rushes over there, and the Apache helicopters in the sky drop another shell, he'll be dead.

"What are you standing there for? Go on!"

Despite his reluctance, Wifuled could not disobey the chief's orders in public, even though he was unwilling.

He had no choice but to jump into a nearby open-top jeep and drive toward the battle zone while keeping a close eye on the helicopter battle group in the sky in case of sudden artillery fire.

At the same time.

In the Wifley area, at an ammunition depot.

"Brothers, this reservation is a homeland that the American government promised us to govern ourselves. Now these damned white people are going back on their word and trying to seize our homeland again. This is absolutely intolerable!"

A burly man with a traditional Native American braid and a fierce-looking face stood on a high platform and shouted loudly.

"This is intolerable! We must retaliate and defend our homeland!"

"We cannot allow those damn white people to trample on our land and our families; we must fight back!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Below him, a dozen or so Native American youths had also gathered.

To be precise, these are young people within the tribe who have been awarded the title of "warrior," and they are also the young people who fought against Twen and Wipold last night.

In this world, although most people are afraid of death, there are also those who are not afraid of death.

The burly man on the stage and the enthusiastic Native American warriors below belong to the latter group.

In their minds, the white people had seized their land and killed countless of their ancestors, which was already a matter of life and death.

Now that they finally have this peaceful corner of the world, the white people want to exterminate them. This is absolutely intolerable!

"Alright, bring out the RPGs, let's fight them!"

At the command of the burly Indian man, the tacticians below immediately went into the warehouse and quickly brought out five RPG rocket launchers.

The RPG rocket launcher is one of the most well-known rocket launchers in the world.

Its operation is quite simple. Just load the grenade into the launch tube, aim at the target through the sight, and the shooter can pull the trigger to launch the grenade immediately.

Therefore, even though the Native American warriors present had not received professional training or had any combat experience, they were able to master its use in a short period of time.

"Everyone, listen to my instructions, aim at that plane!"

Seeing that the soldiers carrying RPG rocket launchers were all ready, the burly Native American pointed to an Apache attack helicopter circling overhead.

He knew very well that although the operation of the RPG rocket launcher was not complicated, it was the first time their soldiers had used it, so the accuracy was definitely not enough.

Therefore, he instructed five soldiers to aim five rocket launchers at one of the Apaches, intending to increase the destruction rate by sheer numbers.

In his opinion, as long as they could shoot down an Apache, the morale of the tribe would be greatly boosted, and more and more warriors would fight back against them!

Their tribe has tens of thousands of Native Americans. If everyone can get involved and fight back against these invaders, they might be able to defeat them!

"Ready... 3, 2, 1... Launch..."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The five soldiers simultaneously pulled the triggers, and five rockets roared out of the RPG's barrel, heading straight for the Apache they had just locked onto.

Meanwhile, in the sky, inside the locked Apache helicopter.

Unlike the Black Hawk helicopter, the Apache attack helicopter can only accommodate two people in its cabin because it needs to carry a large amount of ammunition.

They are the driver and the gunner, respectively.

"Report: Everything is normal on site 3. No threats have been detected so far..."

"Oh no, RPG, quickly boost Jared, quickly boost him..."

Because he was distracted by driving and reporting the situation, the driver Jared did not notice the threat coming from the ground for a moment.

But the gunner wasn't idle. He suddenly noticed the rocket launchers coming from the ground and immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.

Jared's ability to become an Apache pilot is undoubtedly impressive, as is his reaction time and adaptability. The instant he heard the warning, he abruptly pulled up the control stick and performed an extremely difficult tactical evasive maneuver while simultaneously pulling up.

"Boom..."

Originally positioned at the Apache's location, the two rockets missed their targets and collided, causing a massive explosion.

Because he only managed to evade the attack and did not escape very far, a significant amount of shrapnel from the explosion struck Jared's Apache helicopter.

Fortunately, as a top-of-the-line attack helicopter, the Apache's airframe rigidity is beyond doubt, so it did not cause too much damage!

"Fuck you! I think these bastards are asking for it!"

After escaping death, Jared looked down at the ground and finally saw the group of Native American warriors who had fired RPG rocket launchers at them.

If his teammate hadn't warned him quickly, if he hadn't reacted in time, and if the Apache's performance hadn't been good enough to allow him to quickly extend and make tactical evasive maneuvers, he might have ended up in a crash and killed the plane!

How could this grudge not be avenged?

Jared gritted his teeth and said, "Peter, give them a taste of a Hellfire Missile!"

The Hellfire missile is an anti-tank and anti-armor vehicle missile with extremely high destructive power.

Using it to strike the flesh and blood of the Native Americans below was truly like using a cannon to kill a fly.

But Jared was clearly enraged.

He wanted to use this powerful missile to show these Native Americans what would happen if they dared to fight back!

"clear!"

The gunner grinned maliciously and immediately began operating the gun.

below.

Seeing that five RPGs had failed to shoot down the Apache, the burly Native American man cursed loudly and then ordered his men to reload, preparing for another shot.

But just then, a young Native American shouted at the top of his lungs: "Missile..."

These were the last two words the Native Americans present heard.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous roar resounded, and the group of Native Americans who were preparing to load ammunition and fight were instantly reduced to nothingness.

As for the original warehouse and various facilities, they were instantly razed to the ground.

This is the chief's house.

As flames shot into the sky and deafening explosions came from two kilometers away, Gal and the elders were completely dumbfounded!

It took Garr a long time to react. He grabbed Twen by the collar and yelled, "You fucking explain to me how our tribe has rocket launchers!"

Although they were far apart, Garr's eyes were not completely blind.

He had naturally seen it too; his tribe had fired rocket launchers at the Apache helicopters in the sky from below, and that was the result of this retaliation.

"I...I..."

Twen stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The rocket launcher was, of course, purchased through Kane's arms company, but he only wanted to arm himself with it and use it as leverage to negotiate with the IRS.

But little did he expect that there were so many hotheads in the tribe who, without his orders, would actually dare to use them to attack the IRS's armed helicopter squadron.

Just as the two were still at an impasse, a car pulled up in front of them.

It was none other than Wifley, who had returned.

However, when Wilfred went there, he was dressed neatly, but when he came back, he was covered in dust and had bruises all over his body.

He jumped out of the car and said in a trembling, desperate voice, "It's over, all the people over there are gone..."

That missile was incredibly powerful.

Luckily, he didn't get close to the core area; he was only hit by the shockwave. If he had gotten even a little closer, he wouldn't be able to come back now.

Garloosened Twen's collar and asked, "How many people died over there?"

"I can't give an exact count, but I think... there must be at least several dozen..."

"Dozens..."

Gar clutched his chest, looking heartbroken.

"Chief...Chief, over there...they're here..."

Before Gar could continue grieving, an elder's words interrupted his thoughts, and he quickly looked up.

Then, the IRS's tank and armored combat groups came into view.

(End of this chapter)