Chapter 165: Sooner or later, dandelions will bloom all over Mexico!
Boom! !
A bolt of lightning exploded in the sky, and the downpour suddenly seemed like God started to urinate.
Kennedy Heisenberg looked at the sand table with a cigarette in his mouth and frowned. He was thinking about how to use artillery fire to smash the city of Obregon open!
The opponent is lying on the road that must be passed. If a small group of troops makes a surprise attack, their tails will be cut off, and they will be destroyed by then.
Miso miso miso~
“Good news, captain.”
A staff officer wearing glasses ran over, “The 442nd Regiment in Obregon City announced its surrender, and also headed towards a place. The marked drug traffickers' gathering place is being attacked, and they hope we can take over."
Kennedy was startled when he heard the news.
I was just thinking about bringing in some more artillery from the rear and blasting them directly, but you told me that they disintegrated from the inside?
ecstasy!
As for whether it is a conspiracy?
Half a fight and then suddenly attack the anti-narcotics force?
Are you kidding? It’s not that Kennedy looked down on them. With the fighting qualities of the Mexican army and drug traffickers, they couldn’t complete such a difficult "bitter meat trick".
“Let Zolf Sherman take the lead in advancing and reach Obregon City within an hour and a half!”
"There are 300 people left in the valley, and the others are all pushed to the other side of the river."
Study.
Just waiting for them to counterattack.
Zolph Sherman was also confused when he received the order. The rain hurt his face.
If it were any other Latin American army, they would even have to wait until the rain stops.
But the police officers in Baja California are different after all. They are well paid, and they know what they are fighting for!
Fight for life for the cause of anti-drugs!
This may seem virtual, but it is really useful and can stabilize and improve a lot of morale.
Most of the Latin American military leaders have no faith, including those in Africa. Why are they fighting? Why fight? Nothing at all.
For women, wealth, status?
These excuses may satisfy you for a while, but they are not enough to sweep the world around.
Sankara, the "country of righteous people", did not defeat other warlords by relying on his faith, save the country from danger and save the people from fire and water. However, he failed later. It was because he implemented extreme national policies and the country's economic difficulties , diplomatic isolation, and then... was killed by Compaoré.
Zolf Sherman personally selected 100 commandos to take advantage of the rainy night and rush towards the city of Obregon.
Three Mexican troop carriers with military green colors were swaying, separated by about 400 meters to prevent detection.
Zolph Sherman, who was sitting at the back, almost vomited, and said to the adjutant next to him, "When the drug dealers are caught, they must repair the road!"
"Zizzizi~"
There was a sonic interference sound from the walkie-talkie, and then the voice of the leading car came, "No. 1... we seem to have encountered a highway bandit!"
This voice All the police officers in the car were immediately attracted and turned their heads.
Even those who were asleep opened their eyes.
Robbery... Troop Carrier?
"Are you sure?" Zolf Sherman was also a little confused.
"Yes."
The police sergeant in the lead car was confused when he looked at the large tree branches in front of him and the seven or eight bandits with various weapons standing behind him. .
There are bandits in Mexico.
Especially closer to the US border, many tourists driving vehicles to travel to Mexico often encounter armed robberies!
There have also been many murder cases that shocked the United States.
Guns are banned in Mexico, but greed and violence are not.
The group of people who robbed the personnel carrier happened to be from nearby rural areas. The locals were relatively wild and needed Victor to bring the "spring breeze of Baja California".
The rain was so heavy that these people saw two lights shining over them. Who knows what they were?
The leading bandit also held a Youngman AG42 automatic rifle manufactured by the Swedish Carl Gustaf State Arsenal!
This gun is very rare among Swedes.
He led people around him. As he got closer, he gradually realized something was wrong. He touched his face, squinted his eyes and took a closer look. His eyes widened in the next second!
Military vehicles? !
The bandits are still afraid of the army.
Just when they were about to turn around and run away, a large group of police jumped out of the personnel carrier and surrounded them directly.
Plop!
The dozen bandits readily knelt on the ground and raised their hands, "Surrender! Surrender!"
"Solve it quickly! Don't waste time!" came Zolf. Sherman's words.
The police sergeant looked at the muddy bandits and frowned, "If you dare to rob today, tomorrow you will sell drugs and be shot!"
The bandit leader raised his head when he heard this.
The policeman next to him had already drawn his gun and fired at the surrendered bandit. Before he died, he was still a question mark.
"Get in the car and get in! Move the branches in front of you, damn, let's go!" the police sergeant urged.
After the police officers went up and pulled the horizontal tree apart, they climbed onto the troop carrier covered in rain and continued to move towards Obregon City. The body was just thrown on the ground.
When the two troop carriers passed by at the back, they didn't pay attention and just ran over them.
On a rainy night, someone will always die.
…
“Charge! Charge! Charge!”
Alvarez roared with a white strip of cloth tied in his hand, and the military uniform on his body was all muddy.
He took the head of the regiment leader to summon the army, and immediately announced that he would break away from the control of the corrupt government of Sonora State and join Victor's anti-drug force.
At that time, someone objected, so he directly beat the opponent to death, then led the soldiers to attack the Sinaloa drug cartel's drug industrial zone in Obregon City, which covers an area of more than 40 acres and borders the United States to the north. 60% of the drugs in Arizona and New Mexico are shipped from here, about 300 to 600 tons every month!
Satisfying tens of thousands of drug addicts in two states.
Of course, such an important place is well guarded. About 400 drug cartel gunmen and 300 staff members, with the acquiescence of the local government, placed heavy weapons in this industrial zone!
It’s easy to defend but hard to attack!
The intense crossfire from the Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine gun mounted on the commanding heights repelled the 442nd Regiment's attacks several times.
"Be careful! Be careful! Alvarez, you are the commander and cannot rush." The companion next to him grabbed him.
"If we can't get in, we will all die!" Alvarez wiped the water off his face and pulled the Mendoza RM2 machine gun produced in Mexico, his voice excited, "Without the courage to burn the boat, how can we build a new, A society without drug dealers!”
“Vasily, if I die here today, please take my ashes back to my hometown and put them on the dandelions on the mountain. They will carry them with me. I’m going to look for my parents’ graves!”
Alvarez pushed aside his companions and continued to rush toward the industrial area with his men!
They have no artillery, nor mortars for infantry support. The army is too poor. Even with the financial support of the Lozano family, it is impossible to equip you with more advanced weapons.
But he knew that if he did not capture this industrial area, the Sinaloa drug cartel who got the news would definitely come to support him.
This is a "cash cow" for drug dealers. Alvarez charged forward, machine gun in hand.
The bullet streaked over his head.
When he was a child...
He was like this too, running wildly on the mountains full of dandelions. At that time, his parents were working in the fields, and at that time, the wind blowing on him was also quiet.
But everything suddenly shattered in one day.
The drug dealers under Aviles, nicknamed "The Lion of Mexico", rushed into the village and burned his parents to death because they refused to plant DM. At that time, he ran away too! Keep your head down and run!
He rushed towards the mountain full of dandelions in order to survive.
When I grew up, I was also running desperately, so that more poor people would not die in the wilderness, so that more poor people would have their own wealth, and so that their children would not be coerced by drug dealers from an early age.
For peace!
For life!
He still remembered that when he was living in confusion in the 442nd Regiment, a man from Baja California brought a handwritten letter from "Mr. Victor".
It says.
"Dear Mr. Alvarez (compaero), I am very happy to participate in this great anti-drug battle with you. Even if the enemy is outnumbered, I will move forward indomitably!"
"For This land we love, for this group of people.”
"Maybe it's our turn to sacrifice!"
Maybe...
I can't wait for the day of victory.
But I am on my way to victory.
Alvarez roared and rushed into the rainy night.
40 minutes later...
The gate of the industrial zone was finally breached, cheers resounded through the sky, and the soldiers of the 442nd Regiment rushed into the industrial zone of drug dealers and continued their sweep.
Companion Vasily frantically searched for Alvarez among the fallen bodies!
Finally...
He spotted a familiar figure.
A pair of arms were exposed, but they were tied with white cloth strips. On them, there were three little people, holding hands, and a puppy squatting next to them.
Next door is their house.
Written in Spanish: "My home!"
In this dark night, the figures on this towel seem to be very bright.
Vasili rushed over, opened the body, and saw Alvarez who had been punched through the chest. He closed his eyes tightly, but he must have fallen asleep!
Vasily hugged him and cried.
By the time Zolf Sherman arrived, the "Industrial War" had ended, 200 prisoners had been captured, and nearly 300 people of the 442nd Regiment had died!
More than 300 people were directly disabled.
When he heard about Alvarez's deeds and received the blood-stained white cloth from Vasily's hand, he was also shocked. He took off his hat and saluted as a military salute.
"Captain, what should we do with the prisoners outside?" the adjutant said beside him.
"Let them bury Lieutenant Alvarez with him!"
Vasily, who was squatting next to him and smoking a cigarette, raised his head when he heard these words and watched the adjutant walk away. Listening to their tone, it seemed ...sparse and ordinary?
"Killing prisoners, many reporters will gossip."
Zolf Sherman looked at him.
“Only the weak need to fear gossip!”
"The strong man... blew up the reporter's microphone!"
…
A bar in Bogotá, Santa Fe, Colombia.
Ethan Hunter was very sexy, dancing side by side with a plump woman in the middle of the stage.
He also opened the buttons on his chest, revealing the strong muscles inside, which made the woman's eyes shine.
After the song ended, the woman gasped and said with a smile, "You are so powerful, Victor."
"I have something even more powerful, do you need to see it?" Ethan Hunt He said with a smile, holding her hand and rubbing it on his chest.
The women blushed.
At this moment, the BP machine in his pocket rang, and Ethan Hunter said apologetically, "Sorry, I'll deal with the company's affairs first."
"You know, my leaders are all stupid."
The woman nodded understandingly and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll wait for you in the booth."
Ethan Hunter waved an OK gesture and waited for the other person to walk to the booth. After sitting down, he even blew a kiss to her, a typical veteran in love.
I walked to a quiet place, found a place to hang up, inserted the money and dialed it.
“Ethan.” Jason Bourne on the opposite side spoke.
"What's the matter? Brother, I'm working."
"Are you busy?"
Ethan Hunter glanced at the woman in the distance, smiled and waved, saying, "Of course, I am preparing to fight now, and I encountered a few unspeakable people. "
"What's the matter?"
Jason Bourne was silent for a moment, "The boss gave you a task, he asked you to get close to Black Widow Blanc. Then find a way to gain her trust."
"If necessary... you can be your lover."
"What! You want me to seduce that fat pig?" Ethan Hunter said in horror.
"Please respect women, Ethan. This is what the boss ordered. Maybe he feels that you...have not been active at work recently."
"Damn capitalists!" Ethan Hunt scolded Two sentences.
"I will apply for additional subsidies from the boss for you. Please work hard. I believe that your hard work will definitely win the favor of that fat...woman."
"I...can't keep my mouth shut." Ah!”
Jason Bourne took a deep breath: "Man, Mexico and Mr. Victor need your body!"
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(End of this chapter)
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