Chapter 433 Killing Velupillai Prabhakaran!
Sri Lanka. Jaffna Peninsula. Inuvir Village!
Maybe it is not famous.
But in the history of anti-terrorism in the world, this place is quite famous.
Velupillai Prabhakaran, the leader of the LTTE, was born here.
After he became famous, in order to give back to his hometown, the entire village was filled with small western-style buildings, and in the middle there was a sculpture of him, with his hands on his hips and his eyes leering at Colombo.
But at this time...
This village is extremely quiet, no, there are still a few short sobs.
Hundreds of villagers squatted in the open space in the center of the village, looking at the soldiers around them in horror. They wore hoods and held M4 carbines used by the US military.
A gray-haired old man was hung on the ground, with a dagger stuck in his mouth. He raised his head and stared, with a little despair in his eyes.
Blood dripped from the body, tick tick tick... hitting the ground, and also hitting the hearts of the villagers.
Such a rough technique...
You can tell that these people are from the Mexican 4th Battalion without even looking.
The number is not large, about 60 or so, and they are forward commandos.
After the 4th Battalion landed in Colombo, Erich Manstein led his men to kill Jaffna. Nearly 60,000 people from the Sri Lankan navy, army and air force surrounded the island. Velu must be killed. Pillai Prabhakaran is a cancer.
Very confident.
The deputy battalion commander Gerd von Rundstedt thought of a "dirty" method and organized people to infiltrate the village of Inuvel and kidnap his family, relatives, and friends. As long as the other party If he dares to show his head, the army will surround him.
Even if he doesn't come, he can still shake the LTTE's military morale. After all, there are many people in Inuvir Village who follow him in the uprising.
"Still no one told me where Velupillai is hiding? Is there any family member of his in the village? Very good, I appreciate your backbone."
Deputy Battalion Commander Geer De von Rundstedt's expression calmed, "But I don't like it."
As he spoke, he grabbed a woman by her hair and pulled her out of the crowd.
"No! No!!" The other party looked young, struggling and crying hard. When seeing her being taken out, the men around her were obviously in great mood swings, and many of them were shocked. Just stood up.
Click!
Thud, tug, tug, tug! ! !
The soldier holding the squad machine gun swept past him without blinking an eye. His arm was very steady, and the recoil in his hand seemed to be non-existent. Seven or eight strong men stood up. He was beaten to death directly.
The body fell heavily to the ground.
Never talk nonsense to you.
A warning is a sign of respect for the criminal, not a necessity.
Seeing them firing so decisively, the crowd was a little panicked. Many people were frightened and cried. They covered their mouths and their shoulders were shaking.
Geld von Rundstedt grabbed the woman's hair, approached her, and twitched her nose, "Givenchy's Amarige, a style just released this year, is not something that everyone can buy. Yes, and...don’t tell me you picked up this Frank Muller watch.”
Dog nose!
These eyes are really sharp.
The woman was stared at by him, with some panic in her eyes.
“Let me guess, maybe you are Velupillai Prabhakaran’s sister!”
We have already found out how many direct relatives Velupillai has. Chu.
He hid with his wife and two sons, but his compatriot sister and brother have been active in Inuwel Village, mainly working for the LTTE, and few photos have been circulated.
Rundstedt was actually trying to bluff, but the panic in his eyes convinced him, and he grinned, "It's a big fish."
"Is there anyone else? Come forward and confess, the number of places is limited. If you cooperate, I swear that I will never harm your lives and ensure the safety of your property!"
He turned his head and looked at the villagers below.
Everyone lowered their heads, and a few acquaintances looked at each other, hesitant.
"Okay! I like hard bones. Don't cry if they are broken."
"Sir...sir, don't shoot. I surrender. I can be a witness. I surrender." At this moment, a The lame middle-aged man raised his hands and shouted.
"Charles! What are you going to do? If you dare to betray Velupillai, your whole family will die!" Seeing him standing up, a tough guy at the front yelled.
When a soldier goes up, he just uses the butt of his rifle and shoots him in the head.
Bang.
He fell to the ground twitching.
The middle-aged man named Charles trembled and his eyes were very frightened.
“Don’t worry, we are government troops, specially here to protect the people. As long as you find people inside, you will become a citizen.”
Gerd von Lund State let go of his hand, walked up and patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile. , "We will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Charles bent down, smiled flatteringly, and pointed at the crying woman on the ground, "She is Velupillai's sister, and that is her son, Husband, and that is Velupillai’s mistress..."
He turned around and pointed at the people in the crowd.
Following his words, soldiers came over and pulled out the people inside.
More than 20 people were arrested in total.
"Is there any more?" the deputy battalion commander asked with a smile.
Charles stood on tiptoe and looked hard, shook his head, "It's all... here."
"Yes, yes, you are a common man."
Lundstedt's expression dropped and he looked at his subordinates, "Kill the rest."
"Huh? General, general..."
Charles panicked, "No, no." He waved his hands quickly, "You can't kill."
But no one listened to him. The soldier who received the order pulled the bolt of his gun and pointed it at the person on the ground. People opened fire and killed them all in a swarm.
Terrorist organizations should be punished by everyone!
The LTTE in Velupillai was also involved in other criminal projects, such as smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, etc. Otherwise, where would the funds come from?
"Ah! Ah!"
The traitor Charles knelt on the ground and pulled his hair, screaming in pain. His whole body was shaking. He grabbed Rundstedt's feet and asked loudly, "Why, why do you want to kill them, why."
"Your position is a bit wavering. Are you a common person or a terrorist organization now?" the deputy battalion commander said coldly with narrowed eyes.
The other party is still afraid...
He will not betray Velupillai even if he is not afraid of death.
He fell to the ground in despair, his energy and energy gone.
Geld von Rundstedt glanced at him with disdain in his heart. You have already rebelled. Are you still pretending to be your mother?
After the slaughter was complete, he took Velupillai Prabhakaran's relatives and retreated, and Charles hurriedly followed.
But when they reached a small forest two kilometers away, he suddenly ordered the troops to rest and hide, and no one was allowed to make any sound.
No one knows why, but the military orders are like mountains, so just listen to them.
After waiting for about 2 hours, dawn began to appear in the sky.
“Get up quickly and fight back to the village of Inuvel.”
Gerd von Rundstedt came back with 60 soldiers, and the village was at this time There were a few more people who were moving the corpses. When the Mexican army came back, they didn't expect it at all.
"Enemy attack!!"
The two sides began to exchange fire. The other side had a lot of people, about 200 people, and the firepower was stronger. The skills and tactics were also good. It seemed that they had fought many battles.
What they faced was the 4th Independent Battalion, the most elite military force in Mexico...
60 people carried 20 individual rocket launchers and exploded into the village. Just level it.
And Gerd von Rundstedt leaned behind the wall, his eyes casually glanced at him, and suddenly he found a face in the house opposite.
The short and fat figure looks like a water tank!
That big pie face is so distinctive.
"Velupillai Prabhakaran!!!" He shouted excitedly. The voice was so loud that many people on the battlefield heard it.
The short fat man also heard it. He turned his head suddenly and saw a man not far away looking at him with red eyes, and he felt a little trembling in his heart.
An ominous premonition began to grip my mind.
…
Victor has become obsessed with fishing recently.
I always feel like I can calm down.
Just sit by the river for a few hours.
Casare was scratching his head and had to move the rope from time to time. He didn't seem to have much patience. After Victor caught the fish next to him, he helped to fish the net.
“Boss, it’s another big fish.” He grabbed the gills and held it up as if asking for credit.
"You, you, you have to calm down when fishing, but you know how to make a scene. What will you do in the future? Are you reckless?" Victor pointed at him.
If others heard the leader say this, they would definitely feel a lot of pressure, but who is Casare?
Famous as a top-notch businessman, he smiled very honestly, "Don't you have the boss as a leader? You are responsible for giving orders, and I am responsible for charging into battle. You have to control the direction of our ship. I'm in charge of revving up the horsepower."
This is the final word.
Victor couldn't be angry even if he wanted to, so he just pointed at him with a smile.
"General."
Counterintelligence Director Jeff Bennett trotted over with excitement in his eyes, "Found a big fish, the person in charge of Mossad in Mexico Right here in Sonora, our people are watching.”
Victor took back the hook, grabbed a handful of bait, and threw it into the river. He could see many fish moving out hard. Jump.
"The fish are vying for the first place, and the fishermen watch quietly. The one that jumps out first is not necessarily the biggest one."
As he finished speaking, he saw a group of small fish competing for the bait. The fish seemed to have encountered something terrible and ran away one after another.
A Pacific sturgeon rushed out with a brush, and the small fish that couldn't dodge was eaten directly.
Jeff Bennett lowered his voice, "Do you think we can catch big fish later?"
"Wait a minute, the fish are in the lake anyway, they can't escape no matter what. Drop. ”
"I understand, I understand."
When you become an official, your words become so mysterious.
Victor threw the fishhook into the river again and sat on the chair. Just as he was about to calm down, he heard a roaring sound coming from the bridge not far away.
Casare and the others turned around and saw a dozen modified motorcycles making loud noises and speeding, which made people very upset.
He was startled and glanced at the boss, who was already frowning slightly.
"Damn, what happened? There are still people racing here? Call the police station!" Casare said hurriedly.
This place is actually very remote...
It’s out of Mexico City, and there are mountains outside. These racing gangs are obviously mountaineers, but they didn’t expect that the leader could be here?
The National Palace is splendid and magnificent, and the places where birds do not shit are mysterious and mysterious.
But isn’t this the magic of fishing?
Someone caught a corpse, but he could still calmly finish fishing before calling the police...
"Put the pole away, the sound sounds unpleasant, let's go." Victor shook his head and faced Joseph Xia behind him. Flying way.
The bodyguards from the Secret Service rushed up to collect the things.
The rest of the people escorted him into the car. Casare deliberately walked behind, lowered his voice to his secretary, and said with a dissatisfied look, "Let Giancarlos send someone to take a look. There are racing cars everywhere in the best place. How do you usually do your work?"
"I'll make a call right now," the secretary said hurriedly.
As soon as Victor got into the car, Chief Secretary Troud Junge reached over with the phone and said, "General, the military department is calling."
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hello, I am."
"General, Velupillai of the LTTE ·Prabakaran was killed by the Fourth Battalion three hours ago, as well as his eldest son and his younger brother, and his sister, brother-in-law and other relatives were captured, a total of 21 people"
The Army Chief opposite Erich Ludendorff was excited.
When Victor heard this, he felt better. The 4th Battalion went to Sri Lanka for less than two weeks, about 8 days, and they did such a good job, with a good face, really a good face!
"Transport Velupillai Prabhakaran's body and other prisoners to Mexico City. I will open a special news media, execute them in public, send a message to Manstein, and say that I am very satisfied with their record. . ”
“But the LTTE must be killed, defeated, and completely defeated to resolve the hatred, Wei. The graves of Lupilai Prabhakaran's father and his elders were all blown up, and all the bones were dug out and crushed into powder by armored vehicles. They also found someone to write a personal biography of him and write down everything he had done. Let him be infamy for eternity.”
Erich Ludendorff’s hand holding the phone was shaking.
This is too cruel. Even after killing him, I still have to dig up his grave and dig up his bones. Tsk...
I subconsciously stood up straight, "Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Ludendorff looked at the adjutant next to him, hesitated and asked, "Please help me think about it, have I ever offended the general."
Adjutant: "?? ?”
Victor was still a little unable to believe it while sitting in the car. Wasn’t this too smooth?
But then there is self-deprecation.
Isn't it smooth?
Is there still a stalemate?
The LTTE didn’t have many people, so it was a head-on collision, so let’s just say it was a slap in the face.
“Drive back to the National Palace.”
Sri Lanka on the other side.
When Deputy Battalion Commander Gerd von Rundstedt reported the results of the battle to Manstein, the latter also looked unconvinced and repeatedly asked him to confirm.
The battalion commander didn't believe it until the other party swore a poisonous oath.
The body was pulled to Jaffna.
The people who came after hearing the news occupied both sides of the road.
The body was pulled on a flatbed truck. Velupillai Prabhakaran's face was bloodless, his head was fat and his eyes were open! (He really died with his eyes open).
There is an obvious muzzle on the forehead, which is a fatal wound.
Seeing more and more people, Gerd von Rundstedt became nervous and loaded his bullets.
There are many Tamils in this area, so it would be uncomfortable if there was a conflict.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense...
Manstein led the remaining 700 people on a rampage, honking the horn and not letting go of the accelerator to see who would dare. Block it! !
But in the distance…
A Tamil man wearing a police uniform looked at him with an evil look and clutched his clothes tightly, but the clothes were a bit too bulky.
It’s like it’s packed with something!
…
(End of this chapter)