At the military airport outside Mexico City, large C-17 transport planes were constantly landing under the guidance of the control tower. The behemoth weighing more than 70 tons was launched from the cabin with the roar of the gas turbine and assembled outside the airport.
The Big Red 1st Division is the ace unit of the US Army. It is the first improved series of the M1A2 tank, the M1A2SEPV3, equipped with new ammunition produced by Stark Industries (M829A4 and programmable air-blast bombs), matching ammunition data links, new thermal imagers and new remote weapon stations. The price is 20 million US dollars. M2A3 infantry fighting vehicles with pieces of reactive armor. Well-trained, fully armed elite infantry.
The armed forces assembled at the airport alone were enough to sweep across Mexico. If it weren't for the fact that the monster in Mexico City seriously threatened the personal safety of the Mexican leader, they would never ask for help from their northern neighbor.
After a short rest, the vanguard set off towards Mexico City.
During the flight, all the soldiers had already understood what kind of enemy they would face after entering Mexico City.
Brad Kolbe was the squad leader of the 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, B Company, Reconnaissance Battalion. He sat in the co-pilot seat of a military Humvee, holding an M4A1 rifle in his arms. He was an experienced, accurate and taciturn junior officer.
"In my opinion, the battalion commander not only has throat cancer, but also his brain is occupied by cancer cells." Sitting in the driver's seat is Corporal Josh Persson, a chatterbox: "He wants us to drive these Humvees that can be smashed to pieces by a Green Goblin's destruction beam into the city. Does he think the pension from the Ministry of Defense is too high?"
"Our weapons can't even penetrate his skin!"
They watched the video of Broly's battle with the Mexican Army, and gave him the nickname Green Goblin based on Broly's green aura, which quickly spread throughout the division.
Private First Class Harold James in the back seat suddenly spoke in a somewhat mysterious tone.
"You know what? I heard from Gir from Company A that the Green Goblin is actually a product of a secret military laboratory in Mexico City. He has a cousin who works in a military laboratory. Legend has it that the military has captured a lot of mutants in order to develop the ultimate mutant weapon!"
Brad, who usually doesn't join in his subordinates' nonsense, also became interested in this topic.
"If the Green Goblin is their product, then this experimental project was obviously successful. If the Green Goblin can be mass-produced, we will be retired soon."
Josh glanced at the monitor with disdain.
"It's impossible. Stark Industries, the Pentagon, and our thirty-nine admirals will not let this happen. If fifty Green Goblins serve, the U.S. homeland security can be maintained, then all of these bureaucrats will retire, and Stark Industries, which produces weapons for us, will go bankrupt. They won't let this happen. Aren't we here to destroy the Green Goblins?"
Josh Persson's nonsense stunned all his comrades in the car.
Soon the reconnaissance battalion reached the blockade set up by the Mexican Army. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. The Mexican soldiers were frightened by the Green Goblin and hid behind the bunkers, not daring to show their heads. They looked at them as if they were dead.
"These Mexicans have lost all their morale."
Brad commented on his peers.
"If I had to drive one of those post-World War II cars to face the Green Goblin, I would look like that, too."
Josh said.
Soon, Company B entered the area where the battle took place. After a long time, the flames were still smoldering, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of tar. The atmosphere inside the Hummer suddenly became solemn. Although the AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle was old and worn out, it weighed more than ten tons, and its defense capability was not comparable to that of the lightweight military Hummer.
"Companies A and C will organize defense on the spot. Company B will search to the west. Report immediately after you find the Green Goblin. The brothers from the attack helicopter battalion will come to support you immediately."
The hoarse voice of Battalion Commander Ferrando rang out over the communication system. He had throat cancer, so his voice sounded very strange, like a lizard that suddenly learned to speak English.
"Fuck it!"
A burst of swearing rang out from Company B, because the company commanders of Companies A and C had a lot of connections at the top, so the dirty work was always assigned to Company B.
Military Hummers were driving on the streets. Some of the craters created by the blast were nearly two meters deep, destroying the entire road surface and forcing them to take a detour.
Just as they were searching carefully, a Hummer drove over from the opposite direction, which was very strange in today's Mexico City.
Brad, who had been squinting to observe the surroundings, immediately opened his eyes alertly. The driver Josh immediately stopped the car in a tacit understanding, and the car body tilted slightly, blocking the way of the oncoming car. After the front car stopped, the entire B company slowly stopped.
"Which company are you from?"
Brad asked, his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time. Although the license plate and model of the car were all normal, he still felt that he should question it.
"TACP, the transport plane we were on had some problems during landing, so we arrived just now."
Matt said very casually, pulling out a common access card (cac card) from his wallet and handing it to Brad.
Brad took the access card and checked the photo on it. The access card is equivalent to the ID card of American soldiers. It has a built-in chip that can only be read by a special card reader. It also prints the cardholder's head portrait, organization, birthday, blood type, and Department of Defense welfare number and identification number, which is very difficult to forge.
TACP is the code name for an air force commander, who calls for air support for the grassroots company in combat. In order to ensure the unity of the chain of command, it is usually managed in a unified manner, and is issued to the battalion during operations, and then distributed to each company, and is not familiar with the members of the company.
The air force guide belongs to the air force, but is assigned to grassroots companies during combat, so his position is one of the easiest to tamper with.
Brad glanced at the occupants of the Hummer, handed the universal access card back to Matt, and then hooked his finger, signaling Josh to get out of the way.
"Thank you for coming. Without air support, we wouldn't dare to engage the Green Goblin."
Broly heard the conversation between the two and guessed that the so-called Green Goblin was referring to himself. He didn't expect that he had inexplicably taken the nickname of Norman Osborn.
Matt started the vehicle and drove forward in the opposite direction of the convoy. Seeing that Brad chose to let it pass, the other people in Company B did not bother with the vehicle anymore.
The car quickly disappeared in the rearview mirror.
The voice of Captain Nate came over the intercom.
"Brad, what's going on with that car?"
Brad picked up the intercom and replied:
"TACP, there was a problem with their plane landing, over."
Josh started the car.
"Squad leader, do you think they are really TACP? Why are they in front of us?"
Brad shook his head.
"Mexico City is so big, it's normal for them to choose different routes and get ahead of us."
He suddenly had a hunch that this operation would most likely yield nothing.