As soon as he took two steps, his body stopped, and he fell directly to the ground, shot from behind.

"Drag the wounded into the second line of defense!" Major Fritz Klingenberg's voice came over the intercom.

He dragged his wounded assistant gunner backward.

The gang members were like a pack of hyenas, yelling loudly and rushing forward as they saw the defense line explode.

In fact, they had no tactics at all!

They simply relied on numbers.

A chaotic punch beats a seasoned master!

Port-au-Prince has close to 300 gangs; in a city of 3 million, half the population are gang members!

Guns?

Brothers, guns really aren't worth much.

During the collapse of the Soviet Union, firearms were measured by the kilogram. The Mexico Investigation Bureau found that there are about 800,000 guns in Haiti.

Most of them are in Port-au-Prince.

Previously, only rocket launchers and shells were worth a bit more.

Just as over a hundred gang members crossed the warning line, they suddenly heard "vroom vroom—"

The sound of the Cummins VT 400 903 engine sounded nice, but its flaw was that it was loud.

They quickly turned their heads.

They saw an AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle burst out from the side of the building.

The M85-type 12.7mm machine gun fired wildly at 1050 rounds per minute.

Da-da-da-da—

Gang members: Big, massive bullets. They're too big to fit in.

The vehicle's body was trembling.

As it passed, many gang members who had just rushed in were directly shot dead.

Some who weren't dead were desperately rolling on the ground.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"

A young black man frantically stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, eyes wide, shouting with all his might, but his voice grew weaker and finally stopped as he died.

The AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle quickly retreated after its sweep.

Not run away, do they intend to become a target?

The gate of Haiti National Palace was a river of blood, corpses lying everywhere.

Meanwhile, inside the Presidential Palace office.

Acting President Mark Louis Bazan curled up in the corner, face pale, trembling all over.

He looked utterly useless.

The Mexican soldiers coming and going showed no interest in him, while the highest-ranked officer, Commander of the 1st Cavalry Division, Gang Se Lutetians Colonel, furrowed his brows tightly.

"The port has also suffered heavy attacks, and fighting is underway, but our side has much stronger firepower under the protection of warships,"

the staff officer said beside him.

"What about Cuba?"

Cuba had a battalion of about over 1,000 men on the west side of Port-au-Prince.

"Communication has been cut off. I think they must be locked in fierce combat now."

Gang Se Lutetians slammed his fist on the table, cursing. He couldn't have imagined that the Haitian gangs would suddenly gather so many to launch an attack.

Caught off guard.

It's impossible there isn't some underlying conspiracy.

"Could it have something to do with the Israelis?" the staff officer asked in a low voice.

Gang Se Lutetians immediately recalled that Haiti indeed had billionaires.

An Israeli named Gilbert Bego, the richest in the country.

After Mexico stationed forces in Haiti, he showed no reaction, neither recognition nor opposition.

But sometimes, remaining silent means holding back something big.

"We'll settle this score later. Damn it, I refuse to believe his Mob can swallow my entire division alive."

"We can't let the gang members pressure us. Report to Mexico and request air tactical guidance from the Cuban base!"

"Understood!"

Gang Se Lutetians' expression was solemn. If it was indeed that Israeli tycoon causing trouble, he certainly wouldn't let it go.

The barking dog doesn't bite, but once it bites, it can really kill.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Tepeya Mountain in the Mexico Ministry of Defense, which is actually two departments, with one being the Staff Department too.

Everyone scrambled as if their pants were on fire, in a frenzy of urgency.

Haitian gang riots!

Salvadoran gang riots!

Thousands of gang members stormed the Mexican Government Forces armed.

And it didn't stop there...

Even within Mexico's friendly countries like Brazil and Venezuela, gangs started looting, smashing, and burning.

If there's no conspiracy behind this, who'd believe it?

Kennedy, arms crossed, face dark, silently watched the busy staff members.

"Has the aerial imagery of Haiti come through yet?"

"It's in!"

A colonel shouted loudly. With the push of a button, images broadcast from a reconnaissance plane appeared on the large screen.

You know what it means to be...

Swarming ants?

Amidst the densely packed ruins below, all were people, and the whole of Haiti looked starkly like a battlefield.

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener also wore a grave expression.

"Preliminary analysis suggests over 150,000 in numbers. If relying on the 1st Division's firepower, it might hold, but it would be a costly victory, and ammunition is depleting too rapidly," Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg said.

"The Marine Corps lacks strong artillery."

"General, news from Haiti."

Just then, a staff officer rushed in urgently, "Colonel Gang Se Lutetians requests air tactical guidance for airstrikes on key targets."

"Approved."

Before Horatio Herbert Kitchener could speak, Defense Minister Kennedy decided, "Order the bombers from the Cuban base to carry out tactical bombings on areas with the most personnel and widest targets as transmitted by the reconnaissance aircraft."

"Defense Minister, this will kill many people, including civilians," said Admiral Blomberg.

"I'd rather blow up ten Haitians than sacrifice one Mexican soldier. If local gangs won't listen, make them listen!"

Edward Fritz Blomberg wanted to speak further but was held back by his superior who pulled on his sleeve.