In a bout for redemtion, two devastatingly lethal organized crime syndicates come back in the battlefield, for a second chance to answer one question...
Who. Is. Deadliest?
I'll be matching weapons from each side, and for the purposes of balancing out each respective team's arsenals, I'll be adding/changing weapons for a heated, even, and great matchup, between the Medellin Cartel, Columbia's killer drug lords, who built the world's largest cocaine empire, and the Yakuza, the cruel warlords of the mean streets of Japan. First, an overview of each side's cache of weaponry brought into the fight during their bouts in Deadliest Warrior...
The deadly efficient and precise Japanese Yakuza were armed to the teeth with...
Long Range- Sten Machine Gun
Medium Range- Walther P38 Pistol
Close Range- Nunchakus
Explosive- Ceramic Grenade
Special Weapons- Sai
The Medellin Cartel rose to power and waged civil war against their own country, with...
Long Range- M60 Machine Gun
Medium Range- Mini Uzi
Close Range- Machete
Explosive- Car Bomb
For the purposes of a fair fight, some weapons will be added/removed.
-Removal of the Nunchakus for the Yakuza.
-Addition of the Type 11 light machine gun for the Yakuza.
-Replacement of the Ceramic grenade of the Yakuza, for the Type 91 hand grenade and the Type 81 Grenade Launcher.
-Addition of the M1911 pistol for the Medellin Cartel.
I feel as though some of the iconic weapons for the Yakuza have now been omittted. And originally, I was to use several more German guns for them, though I felt as though the touch with their former Japanese government would have been waned. But at the same time, I'm worried if this match is Medellin Cartel vs. Yakuza, or Medellin Cartel vs. Japanese Imperial Army. Please give some feedback, if you will. I wanted this match to feel clean, and unbiased. So, for the purposes of the fight and being even, I made this battle the way it is now. I have a feeling that it might be a better match in end. Now, for the weapons comparisons...
Long Range Weapons
M60 vs. Type 11
M60 Machine Gun
Muzzle Velocity: 2800 ft/s
Magazine: Up to 100 Rounds
500 rounds per minute
An American-made machine gun, that saw much use throughout the Vietnam War era. The Medellin Cartel took these from stockpiles of Columbia's military armories. A rather heavy machine gun, the gun often jammed easily and was riddled with some problems throughout its use, especially when exposed to dirt in the chamber. When put under normal conditions however, the M60 would be able to fire thousands of rounds continuosly, leaving behind a lot of bloodshed. Though somewhat outdated compared to recent weapons, the M60 is still in use with US forces and several other nations around the world.
Type 11 Light Machine Gun
Muzzle Velocity: 2395 ft/s
Ammo: 6.5x50mm Arisaka
Magazine: 30 Rounds
400-450 rounds per minute
Not seen on Deadliest Warrior as of yet, the Type 11 was the most common light machine gun of the Imperial Japanese army. Following the collapse of Japan, with stockpiles of the military's weapons left over and no longer in use, the Yazuka helped themselves to a cache of weapons, and the Type 11 being the most mass produced infantry machine gun. This was probably used when heavy firepower was needed against rival gangs and other undesireables. The Type 11 has an interestingly unique clip-fed mechanism, known as a hopper system, which took up to six of the Type 38 semi-automatic rifle's five-round clips, and automatically loaded a new clip when each was expended. However, a drawback is the lowered amount of ammunition available in a single feed, as well as a lower caliber round needed to avoid jams with the hopper mechanisms.
Edge: Medellin Cartel
This was rather interesting, though hard to call. While the Cartel does have the greater killing potential with the M60 in a number of fields, such as caliber of rounds, and a higher ammo capacity, the tests in Deadliest Warrior showed that it often jammed under pressure of a fight. While the Type 11 is the older weapon, it is the more reliable weapon, taking some precautions such as lowering the caliber bullet to prevent major jamming. It's also the more accurate weapon in my opinion. Then again, the Imperial Japanese weaponry wasn't so perfect either, and especially lacked in comparison to other nations that faught in WWII in general. Still, the M60 has greater magazine, greater caliber, and greater firing speed. It's just that the jams might cause some problems for them, and oppurtunity for the Yakuza to fire back with their Type 11. But the fact that it can fire with less problems, but the actual damage is less than what the M60 can do before it jams, I've got to give it to the Medellin Cartel.
Medium Range Weapons
Mini Uzi vs. Sten Machine Gun
Range: 110 Yards
Muzzle Velocity: Approx 1320 ft/s
Ammo: 9x19mm Parabellum
Magazine: 32 Rounds
980 Rounds per minute
The Mini-Uzi is arguably the most famous and widely used submachine gun in the world. From 1960 to 1980, the Uzi found its way to be exported to over 90 countries and was sold to more military and police forces than any other submachine gun ever made. Among the customers for the Uzi, were the Columbian government, and the Cartel. Made infamous in the country, somewhat as a Tommy gun to a mafia gangster, the Uzi was valued for its portability and rapid-fire, and often used in drive-bys in motorcycles. When a target stopped, at a red light for example, the assassins would pull over by them, empty the clip in about a stint of two seconds, and drive off in the crowded streets of Medellin before people could even react to what was happening.
Sten Machine Gun, Mark II
Range: 220 Yards
Muzzle Velocity: 1198 ft/s
Ammo: 9x19mm Parabellum
Magazine: 32 Rounds
500 Rounds per minute
The Sten was a very valued and cost-effective British-manufactured submachine gun. Used in several conflicts around world from its introduction in 1940, to the early 1970's, one of the wars it was utilized in was the Sino-Japanese wars in 1937 up until the war's end in 1945. Both Nationalists and Communists who were fighting off the Japanese used Stens, and as a result, some stockpiles left behind ended up in Japanese hands, allocating one possible way this gun ended up as a primary enforcer in Yakuza hands. Also, due to the common availability, and cheap cost of the gun, it would not be out of the question for the Yakuza to have also obtained this weapon through the black market, and their arms dealing. Stens are also commonly known as an incredibly cheap and easy to manufacture weapon, another cue as to how the Yakuza may have obtained this submachine gun. While normally a spray-and-spread weapon, the Sten has proved to be a deadly accurate weapon in the hands of Yakuza soldier.
This was a tough one. However, due to the longer range and greater accuracy of the Sten in contrast to the Mini-Uzi, I give my edge to the Yakuza. This conclusion's results are similar to the AK47 vs. Uzi, except these two weapons are much more well-matched. They each have the same magazine capacity, same caliber rounds, and the main difference being firing speed and accuracy. This was close, but I think that if a Yakuza gangster with a Sten is able to make his shots, he can take down a Cartel gangster before he can close the distance within the effective range of the Uzi. Mafia vs. Yakuza showed some good shots on David Kono's part. That said, if they can close the distance, the Cartel will have a very deadly advantage, and tear up the Yakuza.
M1911 vs. Walther P38
Muzzle Velocity: 900 ft/s
Ammo: .45 ACP
Magazine: 8 Rounds
Since its inception during World War I in 1911, the M1911 Pistol has gained its fame for being the official sidearm of the US army, and, albeit with some modifications from the original, is still in use today. Being one of the most mass-produced handguns in the world, it is popular with police and military throughout several countries. The black market, and Columbia's national armories were a prime target for the Cartel, and were often raided in order to supply itself to continue their drug trade and keep the Columbian government at bay. The M1911 boasts some good stopping power for a handgun, and definitely earns its reputation.
Walther P38 Pistol
Muzzle Velocity: 1200 ft/s
Ammo: 9x19 Parabellum
Magazine: 8 Rounds
A pistol developed during World War II, the Walther P38 was the official sidarm of the Werhmacht forces in Nazi Germany. With an estimated over 1,000,000 pistols manufactured total by the end of WWII, the caches of Walther P38's landed in the hands of the black market, allowing the Japanese Yakuza to obtain them as a means of concealed killing. In regards to handguns during the period, the Japanese had manufactured, crude, yet serviceable weapons. Though, with German-made guns in their hands, the Walther P38 was able to succeed other pistols in performance, such as the Nambu, and as an effective firearm for Yakuza assassinations. In the hands of Yakuza, the Walther makes for a deadly accurate weapon.
The Medellin Cartel might be packing a pistol with better stopping power, though the accuracy shown in the hands of a Yakuza soldier might be just enough to get the Cartel down before they even have a chance to make a good shot. Each firearm has a respectable range and distance, though despite the M1911 is a more higher caliber weapon, and shows the more almost advanced design, the skill shown from the Yakuza, and being able to time their shots better to line up, say the head, or the heart, gives them an edge before the Cartel gets in close range.
Machete vs. Sai
2 Foot Blade
Wood and Sharpened Steel
A common military, and sometimes improvised melee weapon, the machete has several variants all over the world, ranging from farming tool, to forest brush hacker, to human meat cleaver. When a machine gun wasn't enough to send a message to enemies of the Columbian Cartel, they resorted to weapons like machetes to intimidate, maim, and butcher to a painful death. But even after slashing a man's throat, they didn't stop there. As the final touch, a Cartel member would reach inside the neck wound, and pull out the tongue through the gash, often dubbed "a Columbian Neck-Tie."
Wood Handle and Steel Blades
Originally developed as a gardening tool used to rake and plow crop fields, the Sai (or Zai, plural) has seen various modifications to be used as a weapon. Originally used in several east Asian nations, even before its arrival in Okinawa Japan, the Sai proved to be a very effective weapon in the right hands, and could be used to parry and counter weapons that far exceed the daggers size. The center point is usually rounded, though extensively sharpened by Yakuza and other peoples wishing to utilize the full extent of lethality with the Sai. In the right hands, it can stab, penetrate, parry and block with its two prongs on either side of the main blade, and in the right hands can even fracture a Katana.
Edge: Medellin Cartel
While the Sai actually got less kills than an Ice Pick of all things in its original debut, this time it's up against a much larger melee weapon. While the Machete is bigger and no doubt much more deadlier weapon than the Ice Pick, it ironically tips the favor towards the Yakuza. Sure, the Machete can cut a man and sever limbs, however, the Sai is a very effective parrying weapon, something that couldn't really be done against an Ice Pick in close range. With a longer blade on the Machete, it allows the prongs on the Sai to be utilized to block and get a better perception of where the enemy's blade is coming from, and possibly even break the Machete altogether. And remember, those small daggers were used against Katanas of all things. Still, the deadly simplicity, and brutal butchering of the Machete is something that can't be simply ignored if the Yakuza makes a single mistake trying to counter with his sai. With its brutal efficiency, the machete is simply just a more practical weapon to carry in a battle.
Car Bomb vs. Type 97 Grenade
Frag Radius: 100 Yards
Dynamite: 40 Pounds
The devastatingly lethal bomb that sent a universal message to any enemy of the Medellin Drug Cartel. It can level an entire city block with the click of a remote detonator. The car bomb's destructive power represented the Medellin Cartel's power, and the destruction it caused represented the complete disregard of respect and standing of the Columbian government. The most infamous use of this weapon was on Decmber 6th, 1989, when the Medellin Cartel used over 1,000 pounds of dynamite to blow up the DAS building, and spread casualties, whether DAS or civilian, for miles.
Type 91 Hand Grenade + Type 89 Grenade Discharger
Frag Radius: 32 Yards
TNT: 65 Grams
7 Second Fuse
Hand Thrown grenade, or Mortar Fired and ignited in-flight
Launcher Range: 200 Yards
Depicted on the left, is the Type 91 hand grenade, a common infantry explosive wielded by the Imperial Japanese army in WWII. While it can be thrown, the purpose of the several series of grenades issued to the Japanese army, including the Type 91, was so that they could be universal, for either infantry, or small mortar crew's ammunition. The common launcher for the Type 91 grenade, was the Type 89 grenade discharger, which could effectively chuck a grenade up to 200 yards with no problem. It was intended for the ideal explosive anti-personnel weapon in any jungle or urban environment. While a single man can fire the grenades himself, it is said that a crew of 3 men can operate the Type 89 and launch up to 25 grenades per minute. With Japan's infrastructure collapsed, and caches of weapons now left over from the war, the Yakuza would have likely helped themselves to whatever they could get, including these deadly explosive weapons
Edge: Medellin Cartel
This might end up sounding like a mistake the actual Deadliest Warrior crew made when matching the RPG-7 to the Car Bomb, but hear me out. While the Type 89 grouped with the Type 91 grenade is certainly a deadly combo, it simply can't match up to the devastation a Car Bomb can inflict. I know I'm sounding like a broken record from the DW crew, but the Japanese weapon isn't as modern and advanced as an RPG. Sure, you can still reload it, and it's portable, but for the maximum effectiveness, a crew of 3 normally would man it, and that's using up manpower for everything else. And, if you have one guy manning the Type 89, it will still take a considerable time to aim and prepare the shots from that mortar-like explosive weapon. While the Car Bomb is a one shot deal, and needs to be prepared, its boom is much bigger, fragmentation can travel 3 times as far, and you can remotely detonate it. It's much more devastating than a simple anti-infantry grenade ever could be.
With my analysis of the weapons complete, we shall see who is the Deadliest Warrior...
Note: I myself am a writer, so I will tell you that this battle will be quite lengthy. A whole damn story almost. Just a note. I hope it doesn't go out too long to bore you. But I hope it comes out to be badass in the end. Also, for those of you who might care, the following contains strong language and descriptions some may find disturbing. I do not endorse or sanction any of the activities described here, and they have been written in for dramatic and entertainment purposes only. Enjoy!
At the port harbor at northern Columbia, a small convoy of Medellin Cartel members drove inconspicuously among the civilian traffic. A small couple small cars, accompanied a large transport truck with some very valuable cargo... about half a ton of cocaine. Some very wealthy foreign buyers had offered to make a bid for a very good price, an offer Pablo Escobar himself couldn't help but pass up. So he sent five of his best men to the docks to meet with the clients, and complete the transaction. It was to be a simple job. Go in. Take the money. Give them the truck. Leave. End of story. If only it could have been that simple.
"Something ain't right about this..."
"What the hell are you talking about? Just go in, give 'em the drugs, get the money and get out. What makes this different from any other deals we've made with people?"
The Cartel member could only shrug, and anxiously keep a tighter grip on his M60. Even from the do-rag covering up most of his forehead, it was evident he was sweating quite a bit.
"I dunno, Hernandez... Those Easterners just give me some bad vibes..."
Hernandez sighed as he raised the volume of his salsa music, and continued driving.
"I mean..." his colleague stammered on. "...these guys seem like real sneaky bastards. I didn't like the way he talked to me on the pho-"
"Damn it, Escuelo, just shut the fuck up! You're too damn paranoid... It's just a drug deal, we've done this before. Get over it."
"Shut it! Now be quiet, my favorite song's on..."
Escuelo sighed heavily, as Hernandez raised the car's radio volume at its highest, with salsa music effectively deafening any pleas he could muster. Hernandez was starting to move himself to the motions and beats of the song right in his seat. Escuelo could not get over just how badly his friend danced. He looked through the windshield and saw the harbor was just on the horizon. With another heavy sigh, he loosened his grip on his M60.
"Just relax. We'll be in and out, no problem," Hernandez said, lowering his tone to be a bit more personable.
The gates opened, and the Cartel leader drove in, with the other members following in suit.
At near the docks at the Columbian harbor, five Yakuza members sat around, awaiting for their goods to arrive for them. The leader of the Yakuza squad, Kazama, stood at attention near the gates while his men leisurely killed time, sparring with their sai and katanas, practicing their marksmanship on the dock's seagulls, and the like. But Kazama knew that he had to get these men in position before their... "associates" arrived with the drugs. He looked down at his hand, his pinkie almost completely severed as a mark of his past failures. If he failed this mission, Kazama would be at the very least expelled from the Yakuza, if not killed outright. He knew what he had to do. He had to fulfill this one mission.
Suddenly, Kazama noticed the harbor gates opening, and a large camoflauged transport truck, as well as two smaller civilian sedans drove in. A man in a brown leather jacket and collared shirt stepped out of the driver's seat, and approached him. Several other men got out of their vehicles and followed in suit of the Columbian, some of them armed. Kazama deduced that this man was the group's leader.
The Yakuza man signalled his fellow men, and all of them gathered in their positions, hiding behind the walls and stacked crates. A gangster stayed by Kazama's side, holding a briefcase for the "transaction."
"Be ready to signal the men to take action when I give the signal."
Hernandez approached the two Japanese clients. It was odd for a gang that operated overseas to come personally for the business, but at least them arriving in person meant less work for him and his men. Whom Hernandez could only assume was the boss wore a rather formal and clean business jacket, a vest, and a fedora. A white armband with characters Hernandez couldn't read adorned his sleeve. The man's face was stoic and unmoved. Escuelo tightly gripped his M60 as he and Hernandez approached them. He noticed that his comrades that also looked around for any suspicious signs. Perhaps Escuelo's paranoia got to them too. Some of them took out their weapons. Hell, it was five of them, against two of these Japanese guys. These people didn't seem that stupid. What could go wrong?
"So, I assume you're our client?" Hernandez asked the man in the fedora. The foreigner nodded his head. "So what do I call you?"
"Names are for friends, so I don't need one," he drolled, with a lack of emotion in his voice. "If you must, just... Kazama will do."
Taken slightly aback, Hernandez simply nodded. Escuelo might have been a jumpy bitch lately, but at least he could have seen where he was coming from. This guy simply rubbed off the wrong way. And, he seemed like a complete ass, just from introductions alone.
"Alright. I trust you have the money?"
Kazama nodded and signalled his henchman at his side to give Hernandez the briefcase. The Columbian eagerly took it and opened it. Hundreds of bundles of American dollars were inside. Closing the briefcase, Hernandez nodded understanably.
"Okay, then..." Hernandez said, wanting to get this job overwith. He reached into his pocket and tossed a small keyring towards the Japanese man. "Those are the keys to the truck over there. Inside you'll find the... goods."
"I see..." Kazama deadpanned. His voice was merely starting to feel... stoic.
"It's a pleasure doing business..." Hernandez said, taking the briefcase with him. Feeling somewhat at ease, Escuelo and the other Cartel enforcers loosened their grip on their weapons and started to walk back to their convoy.
Kazama put the keys in a pocket in his coat. He looked over to his subordinate and nodded. Without hesitation, the Yakuza gang member pulled out his Walher P38 and aimed for the cartel leader's head.
"Oh, shit! Hernandez, look out!"
Escuelo tackles his boss to the ground, and the Yakuza fired, missing Hernandez, but killing another Medellin dealer in his place. Kazama dashed away, signalling his men to come from the corners and draw their weapons. The cartel members quickly realized the whole deal was an ambush, and scattered away, taking out their weapons. In the process, Hernandez dropped the briefcase of money, which Kazama's subordinate quickly dashed to pick from the ground. Before he could get to a safe place however, a Columbian quickly drawed out his Mini-Uzi and opened fire. Several shots penetrated, and the Yakuza gangster dropped to his knees, before collapsing in a pool of his own blood. The battle had begun.
Medellin Cartel: 4
"Shit, shit, shit! Escuelo was right! Damn it!"
Hernandez scrambled for a weapon. Aside from his machete dangling at the side of his belt, all he had on him was his M911 pistol. Escuelo was hiding from around a corner, firing his M60 at the attackers not too far away. Hernandez looked over towards another side of the dock, with a couple of his men taking cover behind crates, while taking potshots with their Uzis and pistols. From behind a stack of crates, a Yakuza gangster was firing a machine gun, tearing up the cover. Hernadez sighed, turning around to look for another way around this, and possibly ambush those bastards.
Seeing a door left a shy creak open in an adjacent building, Hernandez took out the M1911 from his jacket, and advanced. Opening the door slightly, to see anyone inside, he quickly kicked the door down in an attempt to surprise anyone in there. He was somewhat relieved when he saw noone inside. Loosening his tense posture and his grip, he walked inside the warehouse building in a more calm manner.
Hernandez nearly jumped, as he heard a war-cry of sorts. Quickly turning around, pistol in hand, Hernandez saw a Yakuza gangster quickly dashing towards him, a pair of sai in each of the man's hands. Hernandez fired his first shot, though missed the crazed gangster. Before he could fire another shot, the Japanese man closed the distance between him and Hernandez, and kicked him back, causing the Columbian to stumble and drop his pistol. Regaining his footing, Hernandez unsheathed the Machete that dangled from his belt. The two circled and strafed around each other, looking for any sign of vulnerability before they could attack. Giving weigh to his impatience, Hernandez dashed toward the Yakuza member with his machete, and quickly swung it erratically and tried to hack at him. The martial artist conversely was able to read his Columbian adversary's moves relatively well. He continuously utilized the sai's prongs and blocked, parried, and redirected each blow. Then, the Yakuza man found the perfect oppurtunity. Flipping a sai in a reverse grip, the Japanese fighter used the prongs on both blades and caught the blade of the machete. With a quick push, the weapon was disarmed from Hernandez's hands. Shocked, the drug leader kicked his enemy in the stomach, he was still standing. The Yakuza man retaliated with a quick swing of his sai, cutting Hernandez across his cheek and leaving a bleeding gash. Frantic, Hernandez retreated in an attempt to run from the Yakuza gangster. Seeing as how the fight was tipping in his favor, the martial artist smiled slightly, as he ran in pursuit of his prey. As Hernandez ran forward, he saw his familiar and welcoming sight of his M1911 that was disarmed from him earlier. He ran as fast as he could toward his gun. As soon as he picked it up and turned around to face the Yakuza, he felt a cold sharp pain penetrate in his belly. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, Hernandez aimed his M1911 towards the direction the pain came from, and unloaded the entire clip. The pain was still there, though it tensed and throbbed slightly less. Opening his eyes, he saw that a sai was still embedded in his stomach, but the man who wielded them had several gunshot wounds in his belly. Sighing, Hernandez slowly but painfully tried to pull out the sai. As he saw the bloody blade get out of him, the Columbian noticed the slightest twitch in the Yakuza's body. Hernandez quickly reacted by taking the sai and stabbing the man in the eye. With another flinch of the limp body, Hernandez smirked slightly, relieved that he was sure of his handy work that the son of a bitch was dead. Taking a cloth to his wound to slow the bleeding, Hernandez holstered his M1911 and grabbed his machete from off the ground.
Medellin Cartel: 4
Kazama smiled as he saw his men terrorize the cartel members. So far, the ambush was running smoothly. If he could manage to get away with the money and the cocaine, his Oyabun would no doubt be pleased, and drug dealing might end up being a very profitable endeavor for the family. He stood alongside two of his men, one firing a Type 11 machine gun, the other loading a grenade into the Type 89. Conversely, three Medellin Cartel members were on the run from them. Two of them were trying to take potshots with their Uzis, and the remaining man blindly firing an M60 in their general direction. They were simply just a group of unskilled, cowardous thugs. Again fleeing from their cover in an attempt to get away, the three Cartel members dashed out, the M60 gunner constantly keeping rounds on the Yakuza members. The grenadier loaded his Type 91 into the mortar and aimed it. Taking cue from Kazama, the gangster fired the grenade launcher, and the explosive propelled itself into the air. As the grenade fell down into its arc, it exploded next to the trio of escaping Cartel members. One was instantly turned into a bloody and broken heap, as he was knocked off his feet. He was closest to the grenade's impact, and never stood a chance. The one of the two remaining Columbians was wounded, while both separated and ran about in the harbor. As Kazama advanced advanced onward in pursuit, a P38 in hand, his machine gunner and grenadier followed, the latter ditching the Type 89 in place for a Sten submachine gun. The three Yakuza soldiers quickly ran in pursuit of the cowardous dogs, passing by the bloody pulp of a man they had killed earlier.
Medellin Cartel: 3
Following the trail of bloody and footprints from the earlier explosion, Kazama and his henchman managed to find the Cartel member they had wounded earlier. The man, still gripping his M60, flipped around and attempted to lay down more suppressive fire. However, only after firing a couple rounds in the Yakuza's general direction, the hail of bullets stopped. The Cartel thug's eyes were wide in shock, as he attempted to fix his jammed gun. The Yakuza machine gunner fired his own Type 11 at the already wounded man as he retreated further, managing to wound him in the leg, but still crawling and getting around the corner. Kazama smirked, knowing that this operation of his would soon be over as soon as he killed the surviving members. Walking towards the bloody trail, Kazama heard another succession of gunshots, fired rapidly. He saw his machine gunner fall to the ground, several bloody wounds marring his back. Kazama's remaining henchman turned around and caught the other Medellin cartel member reloading his Uzi submachine gun. Before he could reload however, the Japanese man fired his Sten machine gun and sent several rounds straight to his enemy's face. His last dying breaths were spent howling in pain, as he squeezed the trigger wildly before falling dead. Kazama looked around the corner for the other Cartel member, though he had lost him. Taking a glance at his remaining henchman, then down at his gunner's blood staining his dress shoes, Kazama sighed and moved on.
Medellin Cartel: 2
"God damn it... 'In and out no problem,' he said... 'What could go wrong?' I dunno... How about everything?"
Escuelo cursed as the pain in his waist and stomach was getting worse. He had removed the do-rag off of his head and held it against his stomach. On top of the leg shot those Japanese guys inflicted on him, there was also the bleeding in his stomach caused from the grenade shrapnel from earlier. Since his shot to the leg, and his M60's susequent jam, Escuelo ditched his machine gun and tried limping away. He later heard some gunshots behind him, and he could only assume that the poor bastard that was next to him not too long ago was dead too. But he had to utilize the distraction at least until he could As Escuelo limped forward, he came across the group of cars he and the rest of the Cartel members came in through. With a bit of hope he could at least ditch the harbor and make it to a clinic to take care of his wounds, Escuelo picked up the pace and walked towards a sedan. Opening the door, he hurriedly got inside the driver's seat. When Escuelo saw the keys inside, he let out a relieved sigh. However, from the corner of his eye, the Medellin native noticed two silhouettes coming out from a corner. Fearfully going beneath the windows and windshield, Escuelo cursed again, hating how those foreigners always were on his ass. Scrambling in the console for a weapon, Escuelo checked the seats and containers inside for perhaps a weapon, or an Uzi. When he opened the glovebox, he found something quite unexpected.
Tumbling out from the glovebox, was a large bundle of TNT. Escuelo picked up the bundle in his hand. It weighed at least a good 30-40 pounds.
Checking the glovebox and compartments throughout the car, Escuelo scrambled trying to find the TNT's detonator. Escuelo sighed when the detonator was nowhere to be found. The Columbian peered his head above the console. He saw the two Yakuza gangster walking away from the vehicle, their backs turned on him. He figured the two haven't seen him enter the car. As the distance they traversed increased the gap between them, Escuelo looked at the Yakuza thugs, and the keys already inside the ignition. Escuelo smiled slightly. It was probably the craziest idea he'd ever come up with, but damn it, it would send those Yakuza gangsters straight to hell. Escuelo started the car and floored the pedal...
Kazama frowned. He had somehow let the wounded Cartel member get away. And, upon walking amongst the bodies around the harnor, there were only 3 dead Columbians in the area. Conversely, 3 of his own men were dead as well, much to the Yakuza lieutenant's annoyance. Among the living where the leading Cartel enforcer of the group, and the wounded gunner, whom Kazama estimated would simply bleed out and die shortly. But his best hand-to-hand fighter was dead, and his own sai stabbed in his eye. Kazama thought it be such a waste, but what was done was done. The Yakuza gunman could only focus on taking out two last men. Off in the distance, Kazama finally found his prey. The cartel group's leader, armed with a pistol in one hand and a machete in the other, was crouching and moving slowly across the harbor, in some sort of attempt to sneak around them. Kazama immediately fired his Walther P38 at the man, whom immediately ducked beneath a cargo crate, and fired back from around the corner. Kazama and his henchman fired their shots at the crates, whittling down the Columbian's cover, and hopefully punch a hole straight through the crate and killing the man. Kazama was normally cool and collected, as was his remaining Yakuza soldier, but the anger and annoyance at their fallen comrades, and the persistance of the Medellin drug lords was enough to make them lose focus. Signalling his comrade to simply run towards the leader and take him out in close quarters, Kazama quickly tried to close the distance between him and the last Cartel leader. He certainly was an interesting opponent for surviving this long, so Kazama would love to try and slowly and painfully sever the man's head by the edge of his tonto for elimating his men. However, his thoughts on finishing off the enemy were interrupted, as he heard the sounds of a motor gradually getting nearer, and louder Kazama and his remaining man turned to see a car driving straight towards them.
Escuelo was heading full speed toward the remaining Yakuza gangsters. It seemed Hernandez was actually able to distract them for just a bit, but they were now focused on taking him out. Both of the remaining Yakuza fired their weapons at the car, in an attempt to take out the driver. Taking his foot off the pedal, Escuelo opened the door to the car, and jumped out of the speeding vehicle. While injuring himself against the pavement and impact, the Medellin native looked over his shoulder to see the car's inertia pushing itself forward, straight at his Japanese adversaries. The Yakuza leader immediately attempted to dash away from the vehicle, though his henchman was not fast enough to get out of the way from the vehicle's path. He was rammed by the car and rolled over the hood, and smashing through the windshield. The Yakuza gunman was dazed inside, andthe car still sped, as it headed straight for a warehouse building. The Yakuza inside the car managed to regain some conscious, only to see the car about to impact the concrete wall and seal his fate.
The car crashed into the building at full force, the engine being lit aflame. The flames spread through the vehicle, until they touched the bomb sitting atop the dashboard. The entire vehicle was then engulfed in a massive explosion, instantly killing the Yakuza inside. The gang's leader had run as fast he could, though he couldn't escape the explosion, as he was knocked off of his feet, the flames and shrapnel searing his once-fine cloths and skin. He looked behind him, only to see barely any remains of the car, most of which was scattered across the harbor.
Medellin Cartel: 2
Kazama coughed blood. He was feeling weak. But not until he drew his last breath would he be taken out of the battle just yet. Trying to lift himself off the ground, Kazama used all of his arm strength to raise himself. However, the blast from the car bomb had crippled his legs. Cursing and spitting blood, the crime lord took out his Walther P38, and slowly crawled away from the wreckage. After some agonizing movements, Kazama's eyes wandered and found the two suriving Cartel members. Damn them... damn them to hell... Kazama aimed his pistol at the man in the do-rag, the man who drove the vehicle and was responsible for his crippled state.
"Damn it, Escuelo! You crazy son of a bitch, you did it! You just sent those bastards back to whatever hole they came from!"
Hernandez laughed, as he pat his subordinate on the back. Escuelo laughed with his boss, though subsequently coughed up more blood.
"Yeah... let's just get the hell out of here and get me to a clinic..."
Hernandez nodded, as he helped hoist his friend to his feet and act as his crutch.
"Wait a minute... Where's the guy who lead this gang? I gave that asshole the keys to the truck before he and his men opened fire on us..."
Escuelo wondered the same thing, and glanced around the harbor. Nothing to be seen except one scorched car, and a lot of bodies. He knew that he and Hernandez had to haul ass before the DAS came over and arrested them. But then, a small subtle movement from the corner of his eye caught Escuelo's attention.
In a split second, Escuelo saw a muzzle flash, before all of his sense were terminated in a flash. Hernandez frantically pulled out his M1911, but horridly watched his friend fall to the ground, with a bullet wound to the head.
Medellin Cartel: 1
Hernandez looked back, and saw the Yakuza leader on the ground, firing his pistol at him. Quickly ducking, the Columbian fired his pistol back at the Yakuza, though all of his shots missed. Firing again, Hernandez cursed as his clip was empty. However, when he heard the gunfire stopping, he immediately ditched his pistol and grabbed his machete from its sheath. Running toward the Yakuza leader, Hernandez had caught him reloading his weapon. His heart beating, the Cartel enforcer knew he had to finsih this man off, for Escuelo, for Escobar, for the Cartel...
Kazama was frantically loading a last clip into his P38, though he was firghtened as his adversary was closing the distance. His usual precise demeanor was being deteriorated by the desparation of clinging to what little life he had. Martial arts could not prepare one to wrestle at death's door. Just as Kazama affixed the clip into the pistol, he felt the grip around his gun halt. It simply disappeared. Shaking, Kazama looked at the stub of an arm where his hand used to be. Standing over him, was Hernandez, his machete stained in the Yakuza man's blood.
Hernandez smirked, as he saw his final foe shake in his spot on the ground. Taking the bloody machete, he pressed it up against Kazama's neck.
"You just learned rule 1 of Columbia the hard way. Don't. Ever. Fuck. With the Cartel."
Kazama spit in Hernandez's face. Wiping it off, the Columbian sighed.
"Mr. Escobar sends his regards. I'll see you in hell."
With a swift slash, Hernandez cut open Kazama's throat. Forcing his other hand down into the gash, he felt around inside the wound until he found his prize. Gripping it tightly, Hernandez pulled the tongue out the throat and left it hanging from the slit in the Japanese man's neck. A message to any others who would dare defy them. Hernandez hoped that this man's death would discourage any other gangs from getting into the Cartel's business.
Medellin Cartel: 1
Searching the pockets, Hernandez took back the cocaine truck's keys. Walking out from the harbor, passing by bodies of friend and foe alike, he noticed a familiar briefcase from the beginning of the transaction. Before it all went to hell. A Yakuza gangster held tightly to the case with his dying breath. Yanking it from his lifeless fingers, Hernandez opened the case again and counted the money inside. With a slight smile, Hernandez closed the briefcase and walked back to the truck. Perhaps the whole days wasn't that after all.
Winner: Medellin Drug Cartel
Medellin Cartel: 531
Mini Uzi: 214
Car Bomb: 140
Type 11: 90
Walther P38: 55
Type Grenade/Type 89 Launcher: 94
While resulting in a manner similar to Mafia vs. Yakuza, the Medellin Cartel may have had intimidation weapons, but those tools of the trade allowed for the Cartel to have a much more drutal efficiency than the Yakuza. Sometimes, a bit of firepower can go a long way. The Yakuza simply don't have enough power, favoring rather frugal weapons that they train extensively with, rather than finding the right weapons to train with. And that's what made the difference.
I'm Mr. Francavilla, and thanks for reading.