Chapter 172 Yesterday I was my dear, today I am a big fat pig!
Ethan Hunter walked out of the convenience store, chewing gum in his mouth, and glanced at the strange man, who quickly looked away.
“What we do is rougher than EDM!” He muttered a few words, got into the Mercedes-Benz and started driving around the Colombian capital.
If the rich woman gives you money, you have to spend it.
How else could I be worthy of my efforts last night?
The people watching behind him were stunned by him. When they saw him walking into a public toilet, the two of them looked at each other and followed him.
As soon as he turned the corner, a fist as big as a sandbag came over. Such a heavy force directly knocked the person in front of him unconscious. Ethan Hunt grabbed the other person's head and slammed it against the wall. After getting dizzy, he grabbed his neck with both hands and twisted it on both sides.
Hmm~
A very crisp voice.
When he was squatting down to touch something on the two of them, a man walked in from the door. Seeing this scene, he raised his hands and covered his eyes, "Hey, man, I didn't see it. Didn’t see it.”
As he spoke, he walked out.
Ethan Hunter opened the arms of the two people and saw the Cali Group's LOGO on them. He didn't know why these drug dealers and underworld gangs like to have tattoos on their bodies.
No professional ethics at all.
What is the difference between this and holding an ID card in your mouth when you die?
Ethan Hunter had a sinister look in his eyes and cursed in a low voice. Salcedo, the engineer of the Cali Group, must be killed. That guy has already doubted himself.
He pulled the two drug dealers into the toilet, held down their heads and drowned them in the toilet. Shooting would leave traces.
When you come out of the toilet, don’t forget to wash your hands.
Not long after he left, a toilet sanitation worker came in. He was humming a tune and mopping the floor, but suddenly he found that the last door was tightly closed. He knocked on the door but there was no response. He lowered his head. .
Oh haha!
Two men, four legs?
Damn it, what are you doing in the toilet?
He knocked on the door hard, "Hey! You can't do X here"!
Ethan Hunter got back into the car after going out. With a solemn expression, he picked up the phone on the plaque and dialed a number, "Hello, this is the Houston Burger Shop."
"Prepare 3 chicken burgers and a cup of Coke for me. I just want Pepsi, not Coke. I'll pick it up in ten minutes."
Hang up the phone, throw it behind you, and turn the steering wheel Die, turn around on the spot, kick the accelerator, and everyone around you can hear the sound of the exhaust pipe.
Boom~
About seven or eight minutes later, he drove to a burger restaurant and drove directly into the yard. A person in red work clothes naturally pulled the door shut.
After Ethan Hunter got out of the car, four or five people started checking the entire car with instruments to see if there was any recording equipment. If they saw it, this is called professionalism.
"What's wrong? Blanco doubts you?" A colleague asked with a frown.
“I’m not sure, but I was targeted by people in Cali just now. Fuck, those guys in Colombia are more sensitive than the CIA. Is there any way to kill Salcedo? But the person who was following me If he is fucked to death by me, he will definitely doubt me even more, and I don’t think I can stay with Blanco for long." Ethan Hunter asked with a frown.
The colleague looked at him strangely, "Why, I heard you were a little sorry? Did you have a good time last night?"
"What are you thinking! This is my job." Ethan Hunter thought of yesterday My legs were shaking and my face was pale. I swallowed, pointed at my colleague who was searching for recording equipment and said, "Man, install a time bomb on the chassis of the car. I will blow it up when the time comes." Flying! "
Man, you are really... ruthless!
“The best way now is to kill Salcedo first.”
Ethan Hunter glanced at his colleague, “Do you have any idea?”
"Man, we don't come to Colombia for free. You work for physical work, and we work for technical work."
"If you talk about physical work again, believe it or not, I will kill you!" Ethan Hunter bit out. His teeth were itching with hatred, which always made him feel like he was being a duck.
The colleague smiled and pulled him into two private rooms at the back of the burger restaurant. Many military monitoring equipment could be seen here, and several pictures of people and their relationships were hung with thumbtacks on the walls. picture.
“Salcedo!” A colleague pointed at a photo with several dividing lines on it and the time and place written on it. This would make anyone with trypophobia feel numb when looking at it. .
“He appears at a stall in Santa Fe in Bogotá at 4pm every afternoon. He likes to eat fried bananas. We have investigated the stall and he is a nephew of Salcedo, one of them. There may be some kind of connection between them.”
"He is alone during this period. We have time to kill him!"
"Where did you get this information?"
Colleagues spread their hands, "Technical work~"< br>
With these words, Ethan Hunter was so angry that all three of them came up.
"Ethan, do you need to install a bomb?" The colleague checking the vehicle at the door popped up and asked.
"Do you have explosives that can blow up a two-hundred-pound female pig?"
"Isn't that your dear?"
"Get out, that's your mother!"
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Dududu~
The Grand Duke Victor played the flute, and the sound was so loud that the new migrant workers in Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, raised their heads in confusion.
"Go! Go!"
"Baja California Coast Guard!"
There was a half-grown boy who was still standing there, a well-informed old migrant worker Just drag him and run away.
“What is that?”
"Ship! Ship, the Coast Guard from Baja California is here." The old migrant worker's mouth was trembling, mainly because the flag on it was too obvious, and you directly hung Victor's head on it.
"Is that Mr. Victor's army?" The boy's eyes shone, "Then what are we running for? Aren't they here to kill drug dealers?"
The old migrant worker slapped him on the head, " What are you afraid of? Afraid of drug dealers, waiting for them to drag you here to be used as cannon fodder?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two pickup trucks crossing the escape route of the migrant workers, with drug dealers on them. The machine gun fired, bullets flew past their scalps, "Everyone go back!"
"Take up weapons, an extra $200 per person, and a reward of $500 for killing a policeman!"
"Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!"
The old migrant worker dragged the half-grown man to the side and circled around the container, like an old loach. Buzz buzz~
The two heard a sound above their heads, raised their heads, and saw two helicopters circling by.
咻咻咻咻~
The missile fired from the belly flew towards the coast guard ship. It was extremely shocking when viewed from below.
"Missile attack!" the police officer in charge of the warning radar shouted.
"Matra Simbad twin anti-aircraft missile launchers are activated!"
"Intercept missiles!"
The captain issued the order calmly.
Wuwuwu~
There was a dull roar in my ears, and then I looked out the window and saw the twin missiles dragging their tail fins flying towards the missile in mid-air.
Intercepting...
As long as there are more people than the opponent, you will always be able to intercept. Of course, it mainly depends on luck.
bengbengbeng!
The remnants of the explosion in the sky shook several large containers at the port into the sea. Many migrant workers were so frightened that they shrank to the ground, holding their heads and shivering.
NMD, so scary! !
Is this the Coast Guard force in Baja California?
The "Mistral" anti-aircraft missile aims at the helicopter and fires! "The captain looked at the helicopters in the sky and issued orders one after another.
This TNC45 class does not have a displacement of 500 tons, but the firepower on it is really fierce. There are missiles, artillery, decoys, and even torpedoes. Among the same type, , I’m afraid there are very few like this?
The "Mistral" anti-aircraft missile is produced in France. Its warhead is very heavy, weighing 3 kilograms. It is composed of high-energy explosives and 1,850 tungsten alloy steel balls, and is equipped with collision and laser proximity fuzes. Let's put it this way, the Apache was defeated by it. Beat it down.
The speed is Mach 2.5, a little faster than the Stinger.
The highest shooting height is 3 kilometers, which is perfect for flying in a helicopter.
The biggest advantage of this thing is that it can be installed anywhere, on land, on warships, and France even plans to install it on submarines.
Let submarines have the ability to attack helicopters.
As for weapons, it's all about imagination.
On the "Victor Archduke", there is a six-unit automatic launch device. It takes only five seconds to launch when the order is given.
“Throw the jamming bomb quickly!”
The drug trafficker’s helicopter pilot pressed the button, and red gas floated in the sky, tricking the enemy’s infrared-guided weapons into leaving the real target.
But…
After all, Mistral is made in France, and it is also one of the Five Good People. There is nothing to say about the military industry. It occupies 75% of the market in mid-level weapons in Africa.
It can automatically distinguish true and false targets, automatically calculate based on the album it carries, and then lock on the true target.
Six artillery shells flew up, three were jammed, but three more directly hit the two helicopters.
"Crash landing! Crash..." the pilot yelled urgently, and the helicopter disintegrated in the air, and another one fell directly to the port. The propeller flew around, cutting the upper body of the guarding drug dealer like he was cutting a watermelon. separated.
Blood and bloody!
It was a miserable situation.
"The firepower continues to suppress! The boarding team goes out!"
The Otto Melara 76mm naval gun of the "Victor Archduke" bombarded the port target indiscriminately, which shows that What? In the face of the torrent of steel, any resistance is insignificant.
Unless you have a more terrifying weapon than it.
Technology is the primary productive force in war.
"Tu tu tu tu ~" Is there really a hard-nosed drug trafficker who continues to shoot at the ship with twin machine guns, and the bullets hit the hull of the patrol ship?
I’m afraid you can’t even penetrate it with Barrett.
The drug dealer's mouth was half open because the machine gun vibrated a bit loudly. After he finished shooting, he was about to run away when he saw the muzzle of a machine gun in front of the ship automatically lowered and pointed at him suddenly. Tutu...
The legs are still running underneath, but the person has disappeared.
True... sports student!
About 20 members of the coast guard commando rushed to the pier in a speedboat to sweep away the remaining armed forces.
The little boy and the old migrant worker were lucky enough to hide in the cracks of a container and were not affected, but the broken limbs outside made them feel chilly.
Deng Deng~
There was a sound of footsteps, and then I saw a figure walking over. His whole body was dark and he was holding an assault rifle. But suddenly, the man turned his head suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun was fired. Facing the gap.
The little boy saw…
It was a man wearing goggles, and his face was reflected in the lenses. The Mexican flag was painted on the man's chest, and a bust was on the right chest.
The little boy was so anxious that he stretched out his fist and said, "Long live Victor!"
The other party was startled.
Old migrant workers also held their breath.
Then he saw the other party reaching out his hand, clenching it into a fist, and gently knocking the little boy's hand, "Long live Victor!"
“Victory belongs to us!”
“Peace belongs to the people!”
“Glory belongs to Victor!”
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(End of this chapter)