Chapter 176 Do you want to eat the 7.62 or 12 size cone?
US-Mexico border.
There is a small town called Crested Butte below San Diego, with a total population of about 1,700 people.
The nearest national border is only about 600 meters away!
You can even see a lot of Mexican people selling things through the isolation net.
There are Americans wearing new clothes over there, and here are Mexicans who are hungry and waiting for good people to feed them. A barbed wire fence divides human beings into two types.
For some Run people who want to run over, Victor adheres to the principle... out of sight, out of mind, you can go over if you want, as long as the US border police can let you go.
Just like Castro's "Marle Smuggling Incident".
But don’t sell drugs!
If you sell drugs, the patrol police here will kill you!
"Hey, Rose, try it. This is the bread my mother made for me. I left a piece for you." A white American boy leaned against the barbed wire and handed over the food in his hand.
"Little Lyle, you can't stretch your hand out, it's illegal."
A fat-bellied American policeman walked over with a smile and hit his hand with his baton. , "If you reach out from here, Victor on the other side will cut off your hand!"
The white child's face changed in fright.
"Hey! You fat pig, Mr. Victor will not bully children." The Mexican child opposite was quite wild, and he raised his middle finger at the policeman.
The angry American police wanted to beat him.
“Give me a moment, give me a moment~”
At this moment, a loudspeaker sounded. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dozen policemen pressing down on the two men. More than a dozen drug dealers walked to the open space.
Those people were wearing hoods and were pinned to the ground trembling.
“Gentlemen and ladies, in the future, there will be a permanent game in the border area of Baja California. Drug dealers will be hanged on 1.3.5 every week, and hammering will be carried out publicly on 2.4.6. Randomly on Sundays, today 22 drug dealers will be hammered to serve as a warning to potential people who want to traffic drugs! ”
"Victor, eyes on you!"
A police sergeant wearing a police sergeant shouted.
"Execution!"
Then I saw a strong police officer holding a hammer, standing behind a drug dealer, picking up the hammer and smashing it down hard, and the head... tsk Tsk tsk, it’s even clearer than watery soup.
The warm blood splashed on the drug dealer next to him, making him tremble in fear.
But the next second, his head was also smashed.
On the border, the vendors and residents on both sides were all extremely quiet.
“Don’t look, go home quickly.” The American policeman was also a little nauseous. He drove away the surrounding residents. Looking at the corpses of drug dealers on the ground, he muttered, “Barbaric tyrant!”
"Hey! Don't let your blood flow here, otherwise it will be illegal." He shouted at the top of his lungs.
The Mexican police took a broom and swept the blood back.
This is actually one of Victor's methods of revenge.
Aren’t you opposed to my drug ban?
I will kill you every day in front of you.
Of course this is just a small trick. If you, CIA, blame me, I won’t do it to you. I, Victor, can’t swallow this breath!
You said that I drove a self-destructing truck to Langley and blew up your headquarters. To be honest, Victor is still a little timid. If it really exploded, what we would be greeted by would be missiles.
After all, it is local.
But I will get your North American branch!
July 21, 1990.
Costa Rica. San Jose!
Bordering Canada to the north, the Gulf of Mexico to the south, the Pacific Ocean to the west, and the Atlantic Ocean to the east, it contains the Caribbean Sea. This country has no police or army, and Eagle Sauce is responsible for the entire defense process.
The North American branches of many American institutions are established here.
Fluttering~
The pigeons in the central square flap their wings and circle in the sky.
CIA North American Senior Assistant Mario Hamilton was driving a convertible with his lover to bask in the sun while chatting about some fancy boudoir secrets.
“Do you want some ice cream?”
The lover smiled and nodded, "Of course."
Hamilton opened the door and walked towards the ice cream truck, and said to the waiter wearing a clown hat, "Two cones, please."
"Do you want the 7.62? Or the 12?" the clown asked.
Hamilton was startled. Are there any current cones of this type? But suddenly he felt something was wrong, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the clown pulling out a shotgun and pointing it at his head, "Sorry, just eat tofu!"
He pulled the cover down.
Pull the trigger.
Crash!
Half of the head was blown off, and the body fell heavily to the ground.
CIA North American Senior Assistant Dies!
“Ahhhhh!!!”
The square was filled with screams and people running away. The clown climbed over the ice cream truck with a shotgun, pointed at the frightened mistress and shouted, "Madam, please get out of the car!"
The mistress was so frightened that her hands and feet were paralyzed, her pupils were dilated, and her hands were shaking.
The clown obviously had a bad temper. Seeing the other party's dawdling, he grinned, "Then let me help you."
beng!
Send her away with one shot, open the car door, and pull the body out.
He opened the decorative panel and took out a pass. As if he had timed it, a silver-gray motorcycle rode over. The clown got on the car, looked at the officers on duty coming not far away, and fired at them. He raised his middle finger and shouted: "Long live the Sinaloa Group!"
Boom~
As soon as the accelerator was turned, the exhaust pipe made a sound, and the motorcycle sped up. go.
"A shooting occurred in the central square!"
The motorcycle was passing through the traffic, the clown opened his mouth, and the wind blew into his mouth and made a "gurgling" sound.
The knight looked through the reflector and shouted, "Jeff Bennett, what are you doing!"
"I'm drinking the Mistral! This way I won't be hungry." The clown shouted.
TMD!
There are just no normal people in Mexico International News Department.
After riding the motorcycle for about seven or eight minutes, we arrived at "Michelles Street", a gathering place for foreign offices in San Jose. When we got into the alley, we saw a white van.
The clown threw the pass in with his backhand and gave a Roman salute, "Hi!"
"MD, crazy." The driver cursed, and the co-pilot companion next to him shrugged, "Who is a normal person whose nickname is clown. "
"Gentlemen!"
"It's our turn."
"The minister said, rush in and kill the CIA people on sight!"
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"Boss, what if you don't know if the other party is from the CIA?" someone from behind asked. The captain of the co-pilot was stunned and turned around, "Idiot! Then let them take off their pants and count their growth rings!"
Where are the growth rings to be counted?
The scolded team member shrank his head.
“We are the gunmen of Sinaloa now, remember, we work for Guzman!”
"Yes, sir!"
The side of the van said: Decoration Company, heading towards the North American CIA branch building. There were still sentries standing at the door, but they were relaxed.
This is North America, Eagle Sauce’s territory. Who would come here to cause trouble?
Even the KGB is not looking for trouble. Now the internal problems are very serious. They don't have much time to find trouble. The main point of conflict between the two sides is still in the Middle East.
So, when I saw a strange vehicle approaching, I just came over and knocked on the driver’s window to ask.
"Sir, we work for a cleaning company and help clean up the garbage. This is the pass given to us." The driver smiled and took out the ID card given by the clown and handed it over.
The sentry glanced at the six or seven men sitting behind them, all wearing black work clothes that did not show dirt. Then he glanced at the steel stamp on the ID, and waved for them to come in.
American security...how to say it.
If you flew to the United States in the 1980s and 1990s, your belongings would not even be checked, especially for women, or women who were wearing sexy clothes.
Lastly, security is very strict, so it will be after the millennium, when... there will be more flying people in the sky.
"You came in so easily?" The team members behind also said in disbelief.
Americans are so proud!
"Go as planned, put more bombs in the toilets of the CIA."
The vehicle drove into the office area and stopped under the building. A group of people got out of the vehicle, carrying various Plant a tool and run towards the CIA office building.
“Hey~ what do you do?”
Just as they were about to go upstairs, a male staff member came out of the room and called to them.
“We are cleaning.”
“Why didn’t I know?”
The captain winked at the two team members, and they leaned over. He also said, "How is it possible? Isn't this your contract?"
One person covered his mouth and stabbed him hard in the neck, while the other knelt down and wiped the blood stains off the ground and pulled the body closer. Offices stuffed into filing cabinets.
"Go downstairs in three minutes and take action!"
Two people acted separately, one group per floor. They knocked open the office room, took out the silenced pistol placed in the barrel and shot them to death quickly and accurately. .
But the action cannot be said to be smooth sailing.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of bullets suddenly sounded, accompanied by a scream, "Killing! Killing!"
The captain who was installing a bomb in the toilet cursed, looked at his watch, and walked out. He saw four or five people crowded in the corridor, who looked like ordinary CIA employees.
He took out his gun and started shooting. Several employees fell to the ground, and he shot again when he got up.
"Evacuate! Evacuate!" A companion shouted at the stairs in the corridor.
A group of people roared downstairs in a hurry, and at the same time, the alarm in the entire building suddenly sounded.
The military police outside heard the sound and ran over quickly. They happened to see the "cleaner" coming out, and the two sides immediately exchanged blows.
"Get out of the way!" an agent shouted, took out the RPG from the car, and fired at the flower bed where the military police were hiding!
Boom~
Boom~
The bombed tile fragments flew everywhere, and many soldiers and policemen were blown away.
“Get in the car!”
Two agents jumped into the car and started shooting at them with assault rifles.
"Bomb, blow up the bomb!"
The co-pilot captain pressed the button.
Boom boom boom!
Fires burst out from both sides of the CIA building, one corner of the entire building was blown apart, and screams rang out from the building.
The van crashed through the fence blocking the road, and its tires scraped a black drift line on the ground. It fled before the pursuers arrived.
The CIA North America Building was bombed! !
This news instantly shocked the entire San Jose, and then began to radiate to North America and the world.
Costa Rica’s senior executives were so frightened that their legs were shaking.
The local TV station went to the front line, but was blocked from entering.
…
“On July 21, local time, an explosion occurred in the CIA North America building, causing hundreds of casualties. According to people familiar with the incident, the armed personnel had a clear division of labor and good combat literacy. It is ruled out that it was done by hostile forces," a dark-skinned female reporter said to the camera with a microphone.
Poof~
Jeff Bennett, nicknamed "The Clown", opened a can of Pepsi-Cola, and the gas gushes out immediately. He lay down on the sofa and watched the scene on TV. The ruins of the CIA building made me feel comfortable all over.
He is a formal employee of the Mexican International Information Department, affiliated with the Special Operations Group, commonly known as: the one who does the dirty work!
Ding bell~
The landline next to him rang. He took a sip of Coke and picked up the phone, "Hello~"
"Man, you did a good job. The boss thinks you did it." Great."
"What about a salary increase?" Jeff Bennett asked.
Jason Bourne on the opposite side took a deep breath, why do his subordinates have to get a salary increase? Can't there be other requirements?
Belief!
Anti-drug beliefs, you bastards!
"You are temporarily in charge of special operations in Colombia, Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador, and your salary will be doubled on the original basis."
Jeff Bennett's eyes lit up, he almost Jumping on the sofa, "Do you have any other requirements? Otherwise, the boss can't suddenly give me a promotion and a salary increase, and he can't let me die, can he?"
Promotion in the line of fire, isn't it just a death squad?
"Go to Colombia to help Ethan Hunt."
"What's wrong with him?"
Jason Bourne was silent for a while and then said, "He is very weak now, and he has been a little nervous lately. Too much work."
"? "What does this mean?"
But obviously Jason Bourne didn't want to say more, so he changed the topic, "By the way, what's going to happen next at the CIA building?"
"Don't worry!"
"My exclusive news has been Sent to the TV station in Costa Rica.”
“Guaranteed to be a blast!”
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(End of this chapter)