Chapter 297: 25,000 People! Advantage Is Mine!!_2

When they arrived at the front line, the guerilla squad was being entangled by the outer troops. The moment Guard Company joined the fray, the drug traffickers, already harboring thoughts of retreat, were ready to run.

They bolted towards the assault boats.

A drug trafficker was sprawled on one, manning a machine gun and firing methodically on the outside, displaying organized action that clearly indicated strict professional training.

"Run? Get me the armed helicopter," Joseph Xiafei ordered with bloodshot eyes.

An accompanying team member took out a communication device and directly called the Mi-8 within the Guard Battalion.

Around 20 drug traffickers clambered effortlessly to pull the engine. It roared to life, swiftly evacuating them from the battlefield.

Their coordination was impeccable; they were nothing like ordinary drug traffickers.

And ordinary drug traffickers couldn't possibly be that professional.