Chapter 412: Eating horse chews is money!
Shortly after the 1st and 2nd Battalions of the 179th Armored Regiment of the 5th Division stormed into the Kimahuakan slum.
In the military camp in La Roma, 372 fully armed special forces soldiers of the 141st Special Forces Group of the Mexican Army boarded six prepared CH-47 transport helicopters.
The twin propellers blow sexier than the girls in the red light district.
Two of them also carry heavy boxes containing NSV machine guns, which are used to build defense lines.
Under the eyes of their comrades in the military camp, six CH-47 transport helicopters flew towards the slums.
The huge roar attracted the attention of many people below.
"Oh my god! Max! Max!" On a bridge, a bearded father slapped his sleeping son awake and shook his shoulders vigorously. , pointing to the sky, "Look! There is a plane!"
The child's eyes were sleepy, his mouth was half-open, and he raised his head.
Dad clamped his head and counted him, "One, two, three..."
Max looked at his father who was even more excited than him, lowered his head, and responded perfunctorily.
On the bridge, all the drivers stopped, got out of their cars, and exclaimed, and some picked up their cameras to take pictures of the scene.
This is rare.
A burly man took out his mobile phone in a panic and looked up at the direction of the helicopter group, "Hey! The government forces have sent helicopters, 6 of them. They should be special forces. Where are they going? How do I know where to go? !”
“Hey, hey, hey!”
The big man shouted twice, but the other end had already hung up. He cursed Fake and got in the car directly, "Let's go."
"Where are you going, boss?"
"Run away. ! Go to the satellite city outside the city to take shelter. Damn it, Victor is serious."
What?
Do you think he is joking?
The tank regiment of the 3rd Marine Division has been pulled up to the entrance of the slums, and their guns have been stuffed into their mouths. Are you still saying, I bet you don’t have bullets in your guns?
John McTavish was wearing a skull mask, his two deep eyes were exposed, full of murderous intent, he raised his hand and looked at his watch.
14:37!
"Our task is to occupy Block 6, occupy its "Goldelo Building", radiate around, build a defense line, and wait for the confluence of ground troops."
"According to the General Command This operation will be broadcast live around the world!”
John McTavish's voice paused and he glanced at everyone, "This is the first time for a live battle broadcast. I have only one request."
"Kill the enemies you can see in front of you! "
"Shock potential enemies in front of the TV"
"Intimidate those enemies who have not surrendered yet!"
"Please remember our slogan..."
"If you dare to go against me, you will die without a place to die!!"
The two lieutenants sitting inside the helicopter looked at each other and winked at each other.
Is this our slogan?
Forget it, it’s not important, the boss can change the slogan at any time.
"Enter the combat area, rappel after five minutes, and conduct a sweep and clearing of the area on 1.3.7." The command of the pilot commander came from the headset.
"Roger!"
John McTavish adjusted the channel, held down the headset, "Everyone, check weapons!"
There were about three to four hundred gangsters in all directions below. Attack the "Goldelo Building", which is the landmark of Block 6. It is about 13 meters high, which is considered high in the slums. It was occupied by revolting civilians.
They rely on the terrain to fight the gangsters.
But the bullets could not be replenished, and the defense line was quickly broken through, and the fight began around the building.
"Ah!!!" A half-grown boy with red eyes came out of the corner with a kitchen knife. In the horrified look of a gangster, he slashed with the knife and cut it off from the head. It was like opening a watermelon, red and white. all sputtered out.
Before he had time to be happy, bullets from behind swept over him, beating him to pieces in one go, and his body staggered down the stairs.
More than twenty gangsters rushed into the room and beat the old and weak people inside unceremoniously to death.
Blood dripped down the gap.
The gangsters who rushed up below raised their heads and drank greedily.
This is also a liquid!
I haven’t drank water for a long time...I feel exhausted.
After receiving the order, the three CH-47 transport helicopters broke away from the cluster and drew a circle around it. It circled to the front of the building. The pilot saw the tragic scene inside through the window and pressed the fire control!
A 20mm cannon and 19 2.75-inch rocket pods were installed on both sides of the fuselage. The cannon hit the gangsters inside.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff…
This firepower...
Those people tried to find a bunker, but it was too late. They were beaten into a bloody mist, and their broken limbs were flying everywhere. Even the walls were turned into "crispy", glass and so on. They all fell down...
The gangsters below shot at the helicopters hovering in the air.
The other two CH-47s used M-540mm automatic high-speed grenade launchers facing downwards, specifically to hit crowded places.
The explosion screamed again and again.
"Down, down, down!!" John McTavish shouted.
"Man, Victor bless you!" The pilot gave a thumbs up.
The former replied, took a deep breath, and rappelled quickly!
I saw two CH-47s on the top floor of the "Goldelo Building", and the other four were scattered around, taking advantage of the gaps to seize bunkers.
“Quick, hit the government troops on the rope.” The gang leader hiding behind shouted loudly. They had no communication equipment, so they shouted with their voices, but the sound spread so small that someone could hear it. When it comes to shooting, someone is at a loss.
John McTavish held his gun with one hand, bent his waist, walked around a burned vehicle, and shot the gangsters hiding behind the opposite building.
Chuk tug~
Chug tug tug!
Hit the neck and the muscle tissue was knocked out.
John McTavish waved his hand, and dozens of 141 members behind him, in groups of two, began to rush into the building near the "Gordeleau Building". The special forces were about to occupy a favorable space.
"Blast!"
He shouted, and a second lieutenant behind him came over with a bomb and stuck it on the wall beside the window. The people next to him hurriedly turned around and blasted a big hole.
I'm off.
Russian blasting method.
The two of them jumped over, just in time to see the gangsters who rushed out after hearing the sound from the side. They raised their guns and fired.
"Clear."
John McTavish kicked open the door, threw a grenade inside, and then led people to pour in from the main entrance.
"Don't shoot, we surrender, we surrender!" The two gangsters who fell to the ground raised their hands and shouted, speaking fluent Mexican, but they were greeted by a hail of bullets. Two shots in the chest and one in the head, even if Jesus comes, it will be hard to save him.
This scene was conveyed through live broadcast.
The gangster's scream before his death and John McTavish's decisiveness are both shocking.
"OMG! OMG! So handsome!" In a middle-class family in Texas, a white child shouted loudly, then jumped up hard and faced his younger siblings. Said, "Did you see, bang bang bang, damn , It’s really cool!”
“Don’t you think it’s cruel? Brother, they have surrendered...” The sister was holding the potato chips in her hands, and she felt uncomfortable when she saw the blood spray. When I swallowed, I almost vomited. Looking at my brother jumping up and down, I couldn't help but speak.
"How can you women understand men's romance? Those gangsters deserve to die, as well as drug dealers. This is the 141st Special Forces, the most elite force in Mexico!"
"No, no, no, My brother is not 141, I think it is the Navy Ship Commando SWWE. Their slogan is so cool, "Except God, we suppress everything!" "." The younger brother standing next to him shouted, expressing his point of view.
The younger sister curled her lips, "Sure enough, men are all violent."
"We maintain stability, so we use violence!" the younger brother retorted.
My brother's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, to protect the weak, gangsters are holding slums hostage, is there anything wrong with the 141 Special Forces to protect the people? I have decided that I will join them in the future, brother, what do you think? Can I join? I heard they all fight ten." He said, showing off his muscles.
"Brother, we are Americans..." the younger brother said suddenly.
The room suddenly became quiet.
"It would be great if I could immigrate. Damn it, what's so good about America? There are black gangs everywhere. The police have no role at all. It's not safe at all." My brother complained, sitting slumped on the sofa and staring at the TV. .
"All teams report to me."
"The first and second teams have entered the "Goldelo Building" and are exchanging fire!"
"The fourth team Occupying the wing building"
"Team 5 has secured the corner of the street."
John McTavish led people to search a room and patted the lieutenant in front of him on the shoulder. The other man touched the switch and pushed open the door. The latter's pupils shrank. The gangster inside was holding a shotgun. Here comes the spray!
The lieutenant reacted quickly. He rushed to the side, held his head and hit the wall. It hurt a little, but at least he didn't die.
"Don't come in! Otherwise I'll beat him to death! Beat him to death!!!" The gangster inside roared, his eyes were scarlet, and the gun was pointed at a pregnant woman, who was sitting on the ground. My legs were shaking and I was crying.
John McTavish took a deep breath, his right eye trembled wildly, and he glanced at his comrade on the other side. They seemed to be cooperating with each other. The other party took out a grenade without pulling the safety button. Just threw it in directly.
The sound of rolling on the floor naturally attracted the attention of the gangster. When he looked over, John McTavish came out and shot decisively!
Bang!
The bullet passed through the opponent's left eye and came out from the back of the head!
The other party's body collapsed on the ground.
"Protect the hostages to leave..." John McTavish had just finished speaking when the command's voice suddenly came from the headset, "Be careful! Gangsters will use pregnant women as suicide bombs..."
? ? ? ? !
Before she finished speaking, the pregnant woman heard a ticking sound, and then exploded directly. The huge shock wave cracked the surrounding walls, and the shock wave rushed out of the glass at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Outside the door Fortunately, the special forces team members did not rush in, but the shock wave still knocked people out.
This scene made many people who watched the live broadcast exclaimed.
Even Victor, who was in the National Palace, sat upright with a solemn expression when he saw this scene, "The gangs in the slums will be listed on the United Nations Anti-Narcotics Agency's terrorism list and distributed to member states, and Ask them to help eradicate it!"
Casare nodded vigorously, "Understood"
When he saw John McTavish getting up, Victor breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and rubbed his swollen temples.
“It grows like an old moss on the land of Mexico. Sometimes I really want to give him a few thermobaric bombs and blow them all up!”
Casare raised an eyebrow. Trembling, I was shocked to hear that this was true. Are you kidding? If you continue to explode, you will be against humanity tomorrow.
"Boss, don't rush, we still have more time."
Victor closed his eyes and nodded.
"What red shoe club did Guderian talk about last time? Have you checked it out?"
"The information from Hydra is true. This is an elite club. Members are either rich or noble. They Just ask for...immortality."
Victor laughed when he heard this, " Do they want to be Millennium Turtles?”
“Maybe, the participants in this club range from the president to the Wall Street elite. They will hold so-called parties regularly. They all wear red shoes, and those shoes They are made of human leather..."
Victor opened his eyes suddenly.
Casare also had an ugly face, "They infiltrated into Mexico to recruit people to enter, and they were willing to give everyone a pair. Guderian was the first to attack Mexico City, so he was also a target."
"Is there someone among us joining?"
Casare looked at George Smiley, who was recognized outside as Victor's trump card, shook his head and said in a very calm tone, "They didn't dare. Many people even reported it to the Thirteen Taibao. We followed the example in Tijuana, Hermosillo, A human trafficking agency was dismantled in the Durango area and 277 children of various nationalities were rescued. "
"Popovich is their member..."
"They also use their influence to provide intelligence and weapons to the central government. ”
Victor, "It's simply outrageous!"
But fortunately, the senior officers are all people "pulled out" by themselves, and they are loyal. It is completely impossible for them to betray themselves!
“There are really many cults and illegal organizations in the United States.” Casare sighed.
“So for the sake of domestic security in Mexico, all civil associations must register with the government. Otherwise, they will be regarded as cults and the local police will request them to be banned!”
“Also, set up an inspection team to go to various places. Prefectures and cities inspect land reform, basic welfare and other work. If anyone violates the rules during this period, they will be arrested on the spot! ”
"We must eliminate those who are not determined in the anti-drug team."
"And we must conduct a thorough study of the corruption problem..."
"Taking advantage of this period of recuperation, we all take drastic measures to Get it done, we can’t let these people drag us back.”
Victor said. It is full of murderous intent. It is currently a bit weak to go south to attack the drug trafficker government in the south. Although there are currently about 180,000 regular troops and about 50,000 National Guards, several central states are still under military control. To continue to implement the policy, we must rely on Army, otherwise, the grassroots will definitely be occupied by drug dealers and criminals again.
The land of Mexico is too fertile for crime. You cannot relax. Once you relax, someone will take risks.
There are more than 90 million people in central and northern areas!
To manage so many people, South Korea as a whole only has a population of more than 50 million, which almost caused "Park Taijun" and "Jeon Jun" to step down. Mexico, with a population three times larger than him, has an even more serious problem.
It is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it.
The first priority now is to "carry out a severe crackdown" to improve the credibility of the "Kwaukmot Government" and its status in the hearts of the people. Otherwise, it will be precarious.
Victor will resolve the conflict with the United States in the second half of the year...
Mexico...
I really don’t have the capital to keep pushing.
No one has a rich family.
Being the master of your own country is not easy~!
(End of this chapter)