Saint Paul City, the slums.

Qiu Ge sat under the bridge, finally waiting for An Qiqi's call.

"Director An, how is it?" He answered the phone, asking anxiously.

"I've arranged everything for you. Someone will call you later, just do as they say." An Qiqi instructed Qiu Ge, "Remember, circle around a few times on your way to the rendezvous point, don't attract the attention of the police nearby. Their car is inspection-free, it's very safe. Don't forget, we can't let Imre get hurt."

"Okay, I understand!" Qiu Ge hung up the phone, but his tense spirit did not relax.

The sound of sirens could already be heard in the distance, the entire slum was in chaos, and police officers were searching everywhere. There should have been four groups coming to meet, but only two groups arrived in the end, and one of those groups only had four people left.

After being kicked by Qiu Ge, Imre finally stopped babbling. He looked at everyone cautiously, without saying a word.

Soon, the phone vibrated again. Qiu Ge hurriedly answered, and a somewhat familiar voice came from the other end: "Hello, sir, do you remember me? I once fought alongside you!"

Qiu Ge immediately jumped up and cursed, "Damn it, now is not the time to be polite! Where's the car, where is it?"

...

Outside of Patty Town.

The containers loaded with military supplies had been dropped one by one onto a hillside below. Immediately afterwards, four more military transport planes, each carrying five hundred people, roared past.

The transport planes swept over the hills, and along a straight line, dense parachutes suddenly burst open, like colorful flowers floating in the sky.

Two thousand Blackwater Legion paratroopers, fully armed, were parachuting in, and their landing point was just outside the firing range of Gustav's troops.

"Bang!" The vanguard commander landed on the ground and immediately turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, shouting loudly, "Four battalions, according to the planned strategy, quickly deploy and assemble weapons and equipment."

The Blackwater Legionnaires moved quickly, approaching the landed containers in an orderly manner according to the pre-arranged plan.

A squad of soldiers took the lead in opening a container more than six meters long, packed tightly with sorted materials.

"Thump!"

The side panels of two other containers nearby opened simultaneously in all directions, revealing twelve Huo Jian (rocket) launchers inside.

At the same time, thirty or forty Blackwater Legion soldiers pushed the bases, quickly approaching. They aligned with the hinges, cleanly and efficiently connecting the launchers to the bases.

Once assembled, boxes of missiles were transported over, and hundreds of soldiers opened the boxes with great efficiency, taking out and loading the warheads.

Meanwhile, combat engineer soldiers, wielding shovels, had already cleared a flat area while their comrades assembled the launchers.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The soldiers swung hammers, driving the iron stakes beside the bases into the ground, firmly securing the bases to prevent them from shifting during launch due to vibration.

The entire process took less than ten minutes. Twelve rocket launchers were in position, lined up on the high mountains outside Patty Town.

"Pfft...!"

A series of landing sounds rang out as more Blackwater Legion soldiers, along with Jin Maohui's Riot Squad, completed their parachute jump, quickly forming into two phalanxes, protecting the flanks of the rocket artillery positions.

More than two thousand people, from landing to deploying, to assembling war equipment, and distributing weapons, the whole process only took a dozen minutes.

During this period, the Blackwater Legion's demonstrated execution and inter-battalion coordination were definitely top-tier among global land armies!

But at the same time, matching their execution and coordination was the rapidly burning military expenditure!

To put it bluntly, they were too rich. The entire Southern Canal supported these eighteen thousand people. Their force was not large, but they were elite, and they could truly achieve a state of individual soldier armed to the teeth. This advantage was not possessed by the Saint Paul government army, the Old Mexican government army, the Chi Army, the Tan faction, and other troops.

But they also had shortcomings, which was that they had too few people. The troops could not form a corps-level scale, so if a large-scale melee battle occurred, their advantage would be infinitely weakened.

The deputy commander of the Blackwater Legion, wearing a military uniform, stood on the highest hilltop, looking at the neat military formation below, picked up a military satellite phone, and directly called Bo Ang: "Report, Legion Commander! The rocket artillery position has been assembled and is ready to strike the target at any time!"

...

Ga City, the airport.

Bo Ang, as thin as a rake, sat in a wheelchair, pushed out of the military airport by his adjutant, and said softly to the adjutant behind him, "Help me check Gustav's phone number."

"Yes!"

The guard immediately checked, and after about two or three minutes, he handed over a number: "Report, Legion Commander, it's been checked."

Bo Ang took the number and called Gustav.

"Hello?" An elderly voice came from the phone.

"Mr. Gustav." Bo Ang said politely, "I am Bo Ang, the commander of the Blackwater Legion. My legion is no more than ten kilometers from your troops. I sincerely advise you, for the sake of peace, to release the five thousand armed members of the Chinese Workers' Association."

Gustav was silent for a moment, "My reconnaissance units tell me that you just parachuted in less than two thousand people. With just these soldiers, you want to force away my six regiments?! You are not worthy to talk to me, you should be lying in a crib continuing to suckle, let your flirtatious sister contact me. I might be able to talk to her!"

Bo Ang paused for a moment, and responded to the cold wind, "Okay, since negotiations can't solve the problem, then let my soldiers shatter your mouth with Huo Jian (rockets)!! Also, you didn't understand what I said just now, this is not a small-scale military conflict that you personally think it is! Once fired, it means that Panama City is officially participating in the war!! This is war, sir!"

Gustav was stunned to hear this.

"Good luck." Bo Ang hung up the phone, suddenly turned his head to look at his adjutant: "Start the war!"

...

Thirty seconds later, Saint Paul City, outside of Patty Town.

"Boom boom boom...!"

Earth-shaking sounds rose above the hillside. The rolling smoke and dust were kicked up from the ground, and rockets spitting flames were sent into the sky. The dense barrage formed was terrifying, and the entire sky was lit up into daylight!!

Rocket projectiles without military loans accurately covered the entire southern region of the Saint Paul government army!!

A sea of fire instantly ignited on a scorched earth!

On the rocket artillery position, the commander of the Blackwater Legion waved his hand and roared, "Call the logistics department, let them quickly load the transport planes and prepare for a second round of shelling!!! We'll bomb for twenty minutes before advancing!!"

...

Inside the Saint Paul City Command.

"Bang!"

Gustav slammed his fist on the table and roared with wide eyes, "They are an airborne unit, where did they get the Huo Jian (rockets)!???"