Luke didn't think too much of it.
How many illegal drug traffickers were there in Mexico?
In 2018 in his previous life, the Mexican drug traffickers had more armed men than the Mexican government's army. There were also news reports that the Mexican army had seized tens of thousands of rifles, hundreds of machine guns, and dozens of RPGs from the drug traffickers.
It could be said that the biggest drug traffickers in Mexico were capable of starting a small war.
In his previous life, they had really clashed with the Mexican government. Both sides had been fighting for ten years, and the drug traffickers had gotten stronger and stronger.
In some areas, they had even started to manage the people at the bottom of the hierarchy, completely replacing the Mexican government and becoming an independent force.
Now, Luke was mentally prepared for the situation in this plantation.
It would be fine as long as there weren't any armored vehicles!
Dito's car had already entered the fortifier-like building complex, and a large number of guards were deployed.
However, the people inside didn't come out. Instead, they were guarding the key positions in the complex, as if they were on guard to the death.
"Does Dito have to be so cowardly?" Luke complained unhappily, "You already have three hundred people, and you're still too scared to fight Martin and Selina?"
Selina was stunned. "We don't count?"
"He doesn't even know we're here. Why should he be afraid of us?" said Luke matter-of-factly.
Selina was lost for words. You make it sound like you didn't do anything just now.
"Alright, enough with your words. What do we do now?" she asked.
Luke stopped the car and observed the surveillance feed. He pondered for a moment.
The layout of Dito's base was much better than that of the manor.
Of course, this was his source of goods, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was important.
It was more likely that the plantation had been set up like this in anticipation of an attack from the Mexican military.
After studying the base for a moment, Luke said, "Same as before, you provide me with intelligence and I'll sneak in."
This time, Selina couldn't help but object. "There are hundreds of people inside! Martin and Roger aren't here. "
Luke chuckled. "Trust me, you're right."
If Martin and Roger didn't come, he would have more experience and credit points.
Would it be easy for him to take a day off? If he didn't farm as much as he could, his days off would have been wasted.
Selina frowned, but in the end, she didn't object.
Between the two of them, Luke had always been the decision-maker, and he had never been wrong.
"You … won't learn from Martin, will you?" She couldn't help but remind him.
Luke got out with a smile. "What are you thinking? Am I such a reckless person? "
Selina wanted to say, "You are," but she held back. "Be careful. Don't take any risks."
Luke nodded. "You, too. Don't let anyone find you." He then jogged forward.
"They've deployed about the same number of people in each direction, but there are more buildings at the three and nine o 'clock entrances," Selina said through the earpiece.
Of course, Luke noticed that too.
The defense of this stronghold was better than the manor, but only better.
No matter how professional the arrangement was, there needed to be enough professionals to carry it out.
Dito's subordinates clearly weren't that skilled.
Besides, this stronghold's defenses weren't designed for special operations, and there were a lot of loopholes. For an extraordinary person like Luke, there were even more gaps.
He quickly exerted strength with his hands and toes as he crawled through a shallow ditch. His great strength and reflexes allowed him to move forward in the dirty water and mud like a regular soldier.
He was going to take a car later, and didn't want to be covered in filth.
It only took two seconds for Luke to cross the twenty-meter-long ditch outside the stronghold, which had no cover, and enter behind a low wooden wall.
"There are two enemies on the roof to your left, and there's a pickup with a machine gun around the corner to your right," Luke warned through the earpiece.
Crouching, he moved forward to avoid the two people on the roof.
Finding the back door of the room, he pulled it open slowly and noiselessly with a gentle tug.
There was no one in the room.
He walked through the room to the window in front of him and stuck his head out to observe the environment and the people in the stronghold.
With the naked eye, the defense setup here was even more obvious, and could only be described as crappy.
The people who had set up this defense weren't bad, but the people who were carrying it out were a bunch of amateurs.
They cut corners when they needed to, and split up the work when they needed to, making this defensive position, which was supposed to be passable, a miserable sight.
Dito Flores was truly a bigshot who knew how to make good use of people.
But on second thought, the Mexican drug gangs hadn't absorbed a large number of Mexican military and police personnel yet, so it was understandable that they weren't very good at fighting.
After observing for a moment, Luke moved on.
He couldn't touch the guards who were out in the open yet, or it would mean that someone had snuck in.
His eyes were fixed on the building behind a few people who were moving things a short distance away.
Unlike the other wooden houses, this was a cement building, and the five or six people were moving out several hard, black, and thick RPG-7s.
RPG-7。
This was the classic heavy firepower that private forces loved to use. It was cheap, plentiful, and easy to get hold of.
Luke's Sharp Nose picked up the smell of gun oil and gunpowder in the room behind these people, as well as other smells.
This meant that the room was an arsenal.
But weren't these guys too cowardly?
On the surface, they only had to deal with Martin and Roger. Why were they even bringing out RPGs?
It wasn't like Roger and Martin had come in an armored car.
Ridiculing inwardly, Luke snuck over.
Leaning against the back wall of the cement building, his Sharp Nose had already confirmed that there were a lot of things inside. The criminals had only moved a small portion, but there was only one exit in the building.
Looking at the criminals who had been moving things out nonstop, Luke was quite helpless. There were only two attackers outside. How much ammunition and weapons were they moving out?
He saw that these people had moved several boxes of machine gun bullets, which were filled with finished ammunition belts.
Luke rolled his eyes. These ammo belts didn't seem to be bad.
Ten minutes to reload and ten seconds to be happy. That was what machine guns were like.
It was also one of the reasons why Luke had been taking the precise route instead of the sprinkler route — reloading really took too much time.
More importantly, he couldn't find an enemy that required a machine gun to deal with.
Thankfully, two minutes after he snuck over, these guys finally finished moving things, and they drove off to deliver the ammunition.
When the cars drove off, Luke entered the cement building from the side.
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