Chapter 161 Victor gets angry with the CIA!
The day after the "Five Continent Alliance" issued a joint televised speech.
At a press conference in Tijuana.
Casare, a part-time external press spokesman, took out a tube in front of all reporters, and there was a lot of white powder in it.
He looked solemn, "Our undercover agent from the Drug Enforcement Administration discovered a large number of drug dealers' laboratories outside Sonora. This is the evidence he obtained from it at the risk of death. It has been professionally identified as a new type of drug!"< br>
"We suspect that drug dealers in Sonora are at risk of expanding their scale. Therefore, the Drug Enforcement Administration commissioned the Baja California Anti-drug Force to conduct anti-drug operations in Sonora!"
Casare held a test tube in his left hand. In his right hand, he held a document signed by the Drug Enforcement Administration. In the lower right corner, it read, Director: Victor!
“Our state has decided to dispatch 600 people. I hope Sonora State will send anti-drug troops to work with us and crack down on drug dealers in three days!”
Good guy, everyone is against you. Now, you still ask people to cooperate with you?
You really want to eat shit, but this is just a name. It is nothing more than telling you that your uncle Victor’s army is coming. If you stand in front, I will kill you directly.
"Sir, can you let us see what's in that test tube? Why does it... look like washing powder?" A male reporter suddenly raised his hand and raised an objection.
Casare was not panicked at all. He had already learned the art of telling lies with his eyes open. His face was expressionless, "How is that possible!"
"Our Drug Enforcement Administration is absolutely rigorous in its work. This kind of thing can't happen. Please respect our profession, sir."
The male reporter hesitated and saw the policeman standing next to him, looking at him with an evil look. He who knows current affairs is a hero. , sat down.
Casare nodded with satisfaction.
"Excuse me, fellow reporters, do you have any questions?"
The reporters looked at each other and all lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.
"Thank you, by the way, please help us ask Mr. Governor of Sonora State, is he willing to stand with the anti-drug forces? Or with the drug dealers."
This is very important. , related to whether the cannonball will fall into the opponent's official residence at that time.
Be sure to say that you plan to side with the drug dealers.
Because Uncle Victor has long been unhappy with you!
Casare took the documents and left with a big belly. He has been eating better recently and has more oil and water.
After he left, the press officer stood up and showed a fake smile, "Thank you very much, we have arranged snacks in the canteen, please help yourself."
The reporters stood up one after another, and some Familiar people leaned against each other and muttered.
"Isn't this just...a fake trick to deceive people? It's definitely washing powder, and it's cheaper than what I bought!" the male reporter just said angrily.
"Shhhhhhh!"
The colleague next to him quickly told him to shut up, "Stop talking, you can't touch Victor's bottom line with your head. How many drug dealers has he killed in Mexico? I’ll put you in when the time comes. One more is not too much, one less is not too much. Your mother only has one son.”
Although the male reporter was indignant, he immediately shut up after hearing this.
At this time, Victor, who was in the office, was smoking a cigarette and watching the reporters disperse. Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, this smoke bomb was thrown out."
"Then implement the plan according to the plan. At 11 o'clock tonight, 2,000 police officers will be dispatched to carry out an anti-drug operation in Sonora State, codenamed: "Baja California Blade"," Victor said with a serious expression, "Destroy the resistance of drug dealers in one fell swoop. .”
In this office of less than 20 square meters.
What is reported is that Victor has absolutely zero tolerance for Mexico's anti-drug cause, which represents that the anti-drug cause is in Victor, Mexico's cause is in Victor, and the greatest cause of mankind is also in Victor. (Full marks! Graduation!)
Casare gave a rare and serious military salute, turned around and passed on the order.
Victor turned and looked at the map hanging on the wall.
Just get through Sonora.
If you advance, you can go south to capture the dragon; if you retreat, you can defend California in the north.
Extend the war with drug traffickers beyond Baja California, and then vigorously develop the internal economy and lay a solid foundation.
While he was thinking carefully, the phone on the table rang. He turned his head and frowned, walked over and picked up the phone.
"Victor, I need your help!" Opposite is the DEA's spokesperson in Mexico: Jonathan Panier, his tone is a bit gloomy.
“The CIA felt that we were disturbing their intelligence structure in Mexico regarding the Mexican consortium, so they blocked me and my employees in the office building.”
Victor raised his brows and smiled calmly, "Are they drug dealers in the consortium? Mr. Jonathan."
"Of course!"
How can you spit out the DEA money after you have it? Go, those consortium talkers are not drug dealers, you are drug dealers too!
Moreover, my butt is not clean.
“That’s good, CIA? Baja California is not their place yet.”
After Victor hung up the phone, he pressed the other white phone and said, "EDM Third Column, ABCD Group will set off immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" came a reply from the other side.
Victor put on the police uniform and a hat. He went out to work. If he didn’t wear a helmet, he had to wear a hat!
When he came down from upstairs, he saw a troop of about 40 people already standing below the security department.
They are all customized by Victor's "Hope Group", all black, equipped with HKMP5A3 submachine guns, L96A1 sniper rifles and a small amount of AR15 series automatic rifles and Remington M870 pump-action shotguns !
This group of people is the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration Counter-Terrorism Team", referred to as "NTMD", selected by Victor from the EDM and Terrorist Terrorist Mobile Team (TDTV).
The total number of people is only 120.
The weapons equipped are more suitable for street fighting than those of front-line troops.
Mainly to deal with sudden terrorist attacks and beheading operations targeting certain specific people in the city.
The commander is a man named: Marcus Phoenix!
He was also a veteran at the same time as Kennedy and the others.
"Sir!"
Victor was very satisfied with their mental state, "Let's go, I received a distress signal from the DEA. A group of unknown armed men surrounded their building. What do you do? The only thing is to kill them!"
"This is the first battle of your establishment, don't let me down"
The first battle of the anti-terrorism team against the CIA!
It’s so exciting just thinking about it.
The "Mexican Anti-Drug Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" is equipped with a modified Ford bulletproof personnel carrier, which is nearly 3 meters high, about 6 meters long, and has a total weight of 6 tons. The chassis can withstand TNT explosives and can seat 12 people!
This can be called an armored vehicle.
Four cars drove toward the gate aggressively.
This scene was also photographed by reporters who were dining in the cafeteria. This also became the first scene of the "Mexican Anti-Drug Agency Anti-Terrorism Team".
Because the DEA cooperated closely with Victor, it moved its Mexican branch to Tijuana, a four-story building about 7 kilometers away from the security department.
The breathing in the car was very gentle. All of them were veterans. They had never seen anything like this before. The police officers were quietly making final adjustments.
"Zizzizi~"
A voice came from the communication headset, "When we arrived at our destination, we found 4 cars blocked at the door, with people inside, and the DEA door was closed."
"Crash through and fire freely!" Marcus Phoenix said while holding down the headset.
"Understood!"
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"Jonathan Panier! Get out of here, do you think you can hide inside? Do you believe that I blew up your door? . ”
Aquino Johnson was furious, holding the phone in his hand, cursing at the DEA head at the other end, and kicked the door.
As the head of the Mexican branch, he was very unhappy with the death of Tulio Walters. People from the DEA and CIA went to see Victor, and then my man died. You... What a good life.
And most importantly...being shot to death by Quintero in Victor's office building?
How shameless are you?
More shameless than our CIA!
CNMD! We invented shooting three times in the back and committing suicide.
The most important thing is that the DEA actually moved the CIA's consortium puppets, which caused Aquino Johnson, the spokesperson of the Mexican branch, to be criticized many times by the headquarters.
In the assessment in North America, they were at the bottom. Now all their interests were lost, and they were robbed by the DEA. They couldn't live up to their reputation, so they left the Langley headquarters in Virginia, USA. After returning, he led the branch employees to the DEA gate to curse.
When the time comes, let’s fight and see who has the stronger fist!
But he has been scolding you for more than half an hour. The door of the other party is closed, and he does not hang up the phone, just listening to you scolding quietly.
"Jonatan! You bastard from the south!" Aquino Johansen cursed these words when his head got hot.
As we all know, the Civil War did not abolish the confrontation between the North and the South in the United States, but sometimes intensified it.
This should be the map cannon.
Hearing this, Jonatan finally spoke, "Aquino Johnson, are you wearing a body armor?"
? ? ?
He was startled, but then he heard a violent impact. He turned around and saw a black "land beast" hitting the side of the car at the door and pushing the car towards the door. He hit him immediately.
Aquino Johansen grabbed the door with great agility, rolled his belly, and dodged away. However, the pushing car still knocked open the iron door, and he fell to the ground.
The driver in the car screamed loudly and pressed the horn hard.
"Hey! What are you doing!" An employee rolled up his sleeves and yelled. The door banged open, and a man wearing a mask jumped out of the car, with a cross painted on it and a skull hanging upside down.
The man held an MP5 and shot at CIA employees.
The bullet penetrated the opponent's body, and blood spattered all over the sky.
Aquino Johnson stared at this scene and shouted, "Counterattack! Counterattack!"
Don't think that agents are awesome, can they still be physically sanctified?
You will die in just a few strokes!
Just because they are experienced, they lay down behind the car as a cover and pulled out their pistols to fight back, but your caliber is so thin, they use MP5!
The "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" cooperated very well and maintained fire suppression, which made the CIA unable to lift its head.
Marcus Phoenix took out a buckshot bomb from his tactical vest, stuffed it into the M79 grenade launcher, and aimed it at the CIA hiding behind the car!
This buckshot will make military fans’ blood pressure soar when they see it. It contains multiple large round lead bullets. It is usually used for shotguns, but if you use a rifle grenade, the caliber stuffed inside is 40mm. !
Who knows how many steel balls are inside?
bong!
It hit the car, and all the windows on the front, rear, left and right sunroofs exploded.
"Ahhh!" the CIA employee hiding behind the car screamed, covering his abdomen.
Too...cruel!
Aquino Johansen looked around in panic. Suddenly, he thought of what Jonathan had just said. He turned around suddenly and saw several heads looking out of the windows on the third floor. He... looked To the other side!
Jonatan's bald head was reflective and he was smoking a cigarette. He smiled and waved towards him, saying to his mouth, "Bye bye!"
Aquino Johnson's pupils shrank. , turned around and saw a "skeleton soldier" standing behind him, sweeping the MP5 in his hand over.
The bullet went through the head.
He stared, and his last thought before he died was: TMD, I’m here to ask for an explanation! !
CIA Mexico branch...employee killed in action!
After the counter-terrorism team recharged their guns on the corpse, they quickly evacuated. When Marcus Phoenix closed the door, he even threw a grenade!
Pa~
It rolled on the ground, rolled under the car, exploded with a loud bang, and exploded in series, turning the door of the DEA into a scene of fire.
Jonatan looked at the "land beast" going away, and said to the stunned Drug Enforcement Administration agent watching beside him, "Call the fire alarm."
The other party nodded hurriedly and ran out. When I walked, my steps were slipping.
Holy shit!
This didn’t even last three minutes, and the CIA was beaten.
It’s over, the DEA is going to fight the CIA overseas again!
Actually, he didn't see that Jonathan's hands were shaking.
"Fake!"
The fire alarm came quickly and put out the fire directly. Looking at the CIA employees who were burned to charcoal, the people from the Drug Enforcement Administration looked at each other. , and finally looked at the boss.
“Hey, the drug dealers in Mexico are really too arrogant.”
Jonathan was very angry, "These people came from the neighboring state of Sonora, and we fully support Victor's military action!"
"???"
"Do you understand? ?”
The Drug Enforcement Administration agents looked at each other and stood at attention, “Yes! Sir!”
Victor must have a private deal with Jonatan, now attack Sono. Lazhou doesn’t have an authentic reason.
The DEA will endorse it!
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Colombia. Santa Fe Bogota!
A flight from Mexico City docked at the terminal.
"Thank you, Mr. Victor, it was a pleasure chatting with you." The girl smiled and took the suitcase from the man's hand. She raised her head and looked at the handsome man in front of her. She had been married for four or five years and it was her first time. I felt my heartbeat for the first time.
Humorous, funny, and a little romantic.
Like a prodigal son chasing freedom.
She hesitated, handed over the prepared note, and said softly, "Here is my phone number, you can call me at any time."
After saying that, she took the luggage When I got off the plane, I looked back three times before leaving.
Ethan Hunter smiled and waved to her. When he got off the plane and passed by the flight attendant, she said to him politely, "I wish you a wonderful journey, Mr. Victor."
"Thank you."
He is now an excellent businessman flying first class, his name is: Victor Hunter!
Who uses a famous name when he comes out to hang out?
People only scold Victor anyway!
Well, the guy named Victor has no quality, and anyone who forces people to work overtime is an asshole!
After getting off the plane, he found the trash can, tore up the note the woman handed him, and threw it into the trash can.
Secret Agent Rule No. 1: Try not to meet a person for the second time in a short period of time, including women. Women are more careful than men.
Ethan Hunter walked out of the airport carrying a black bag. Yellow taxis were lined up neatly on the opposite road. He stepped over the railing in a dashing way, glanced left and right, and ran over quickly.
“Wow! So cool!”
A male backpacker behind him saw Ethan Hunter’s cool movements, his eyes lit up, and he imitated him Hold down the railing and prepare to climb over.
But he obviously overestimated his weight...
beng!
I was immediately knocked down and the people in line screamed.
His companions hurriedly helped him up, scolding and ridiculing him.
Ethan Hunter glanced at the taxis and sat directly in the middle one, "Go to St. Francis Church."
The driver raised his head and glanced at him through the reflector, started the vehicle, and drove slowly. Ethan Hunter looked outside like a tourist.
Bypassing a traffic light and entering a city tunnel, the signal here is not very good, and it is very dark, and you even need to turn on the lights.
"The thing is in the toilet sink at the end of the church toilet." The driver suddenly said.
Ethan Hunter did not turn his head and pretended not to hear. After the vehicle exited the tunnel, the two of them did not speak again. When they arrived at the destination, they handed over the money, carrying their bags like a Like an ordinary tourist, he first walked in a circle and then slowly walked into the toilet.
I pulled the door of the innermost compartment. It was good if no one was pooping. I walked in and locked the door. Then I took out a waterproof bag from the toilet sink. There was a piece of paper inside, and I spread it out. After that, I saw it said:
July 27, Colombia’s new judicial department building!
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(End of this chapter)