Chapter 196 Operation nickname: Operation Gothic Snake!
As a child, Savoie had no choice in life.
Because this is Mexico.
He was controlled by local societies when he was a child, forcing him to drop out of school and join.
But when he got older, he got a little tired of it.
It is always the eldest brother who is obsessed with life, not the younger brother.
Have you ever seen anyone make a fortune working part-time?
After Victor took office in Tijuana, he promulgated the "Baja California Trial Measures for Volunteering for Justice," which stated that as long as any resident performed a major meritorious service, his or her children's schooling, bonuses, and other benefits would be taken care of.
You can even be buried in the "Tijuana National Cemetery" after sacrifice, which is full of fallen police officers.
Victor is doing something to change the outlook of Mexicans and turn them into people who worship heroes.
In fact, it is about motivating ordinary people to help in an increasingly complex environment.
Sawa smiled at his son who was looking out from inside the house, with hope in his eyes.
His son has no tattoos, has not dropped out of school, still has hope, and still has a future. He has to fight for a future for him.
Close the door with your backhand.
Sava unloaded the magazine, glanced at the bullets on it, and then clicked the button and turned on the safety of the pistol.
"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person!"
I just came out to fool around before!
He is now 30 years old and has at least 20 years of shooting experience. The corners of his eyes twitched, and he pulled the railing next to him to use his strength to rush up to the third floor.
I saw the police officer lying on the ground and wailing.
The grenade just now did not kill them directly, but the fragments were embedded in the flesh. People who have been bombed also know that adrenaline is not working all the time.
When Sava came up, he happened to see a woman holding a shotgun in her hand, opening the door and getting ready to come out.
He raises his gun and shoots!
The right hand is also covering the face. This is a "bad habit" of gangsters who are fighting in the wild. It all depends on who is stronger.
Sawa suddenly appeared, and the woman was completely unprepared. She was shot in the neck, her eyes froze, and her large blood vessels began to spurt blood.
He looked down at himself and saw that he was fine. With joy on his face, he picked up the gun dropped by the policeman on the ground and shouted, "Victor, protect me!"
In other words, Mexico does not have a "god".
He kicked the wooden door to pieces and rushed in.
The police sergeant fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to call him.
Brother, you are reckless!
But Sava didn't have any ideas at this time. The gang leader who taught him how to shoot said that the only thing that matters in a fight is courage. Let's see who is not afraid of death!
He rushed inside and saw a man about to climb out of the window. Sava subconsciously pulled the trigger, but he was too excited just now and ran out of bullets. So he grabbed his pants and pulled him back, pressing On the ground.
This is my son’s future!
The two people were fighting, biting each other with their teeth, and the veins on their faces could be clearly seen. In the end, Sava was stronger enough, and pushed him to the ground, squeezing him tightly. Hold his neck.
Hit his... crotch hard with his knee.
“Ouch!!”
The other party screamed, his eyes suddenly became cross-eyed, his face turned pale, his hand loosened, he lay on the ground and began to twitch.
Sava immediately sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Don't move! Police!"
At this time, a group of policemen rushed in, pointing at him and shouting.
Sava quickly raised his hands, "Don't shoot, I am a resident downstairs!"
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Ambulances and other support units soon arrived, and the injured police officer was taken to the hospital while Savoie was interrogated outside.
"Okay, you can leave, but don't leave Tijuana."
Sava, who was bruised and swollen, after fighting with the criminal, the other party's fist was really hard, and he didn't care about it afterwards. The whole area was swollen. After hearing his words, he hesitated and asked cautiously, "Officer, does this count as a major meritorious service?"
The policeman looked at his eyes and nodded, "Yes. The declaration will be made as soon as this week.”
Sava grinned, thanked him vigorously, bowed, and applied an ice pack to his face. When he walked out of the cordon, he saw his wife and son waiting for him and ran over.
“Dad!”
The son jumped into his arms. Sava looked at his wife’s worried eyes, kissed the child, and pulled his face, and the muscles on it suddenly hurt. He gasped.
"Dad, are you still in pain? Let me blow it for you."
Sawa looked at his son's mouth puffing up and blowing hard, with such a cute look, he grinned Smiling, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt, Dad. You can go to a key primary school in a few months!"
"You have to study hard! Remember to buy a lot of delicious food for daddy."
The most important thing for Mexicans is family ties and education. It was just that they were unable to do anything before, but now they have the opportunity. At present, Sava cannot let him go!
Several police officers were searching the building.
"Head! A lot of detonators and ammonium nitrate and other items were found."
James Ryan, the spokesperson of the National Guard, nodded, looked around, and suddenly his eyes For a moment, he seemed to see something, and walked slowly over, squinted, and looked carefully at the wall behind the TV.
A hole appears.
A spider crawled out.
James Ryan frowned, stretched out his hand, and clasped the hole. This was a cardboard wall. It could be moved by pulling hard. The police officer in the room looked over.
The eyes slowly widened.
When James Ryan pulled open the entire wall panel, the scene inside frightened everyone.
More than a dozen mummies were lying like this!
There was no tape on the outside, and a foul smell immediately hit his face. James Ryan frowned.
He thought he saw a mummy! "OMG!"
"Knock down all the walls here!" James Ryan said loudly.
Several policemen hurriedly opened the surrounding walls and discovered more than 31 bodies.
The stinking smell immediately made many police officers rush out and vomit. They, the National Guard, are not veterans on the front line.
James Ryan's expression remained normal. He suddenly squatted down next to a corpse. He couldn't tell the difference between male and female, and his chest was deflated. He placed a dog tag around the neck of the corpse.
It is an identity card, a very small piece.
He pulled hard and pulled it off. The fishy smell on it was very strong. He turned it over and his eyes widened.
FBI—Panagiotis Royea!
The deceased was the FBI?
The FBI?
Could it be that here...
James Ryan stood up and looked at the bodies on the left and right, these are the FBI?
Damn it!
This is a big case!
It is not unexpected to see the FBI in Mexico. From the perspective of international law, the United States can claim jurisdiction over criminal cases in which American citizens and legal persons are infringed. This is the case in most countries.
As the federal law enforcement agency of the United States, the FBI is responsible for external criminal justice cooperation. They will have to step in when this happens. This kind of task is usually done in cooperation with local law enforcement agencies.
For example, in the case of the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Kenya, the investigation was coordinated by the U.S. FBI and the Kenyan police. According to legal regulations, if the CIA caught the target person overseas, he actually had to hand it over to the FBI for interrogation.
Of course, this is only theoretical.
There is nothing you can do if people don’t like you.
But 31 FBIs died? Why haven't you heard of it?
James Ryan knew this and couldn't bear the news.
Quick, throw it to the top!
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At this time, Hermosillo.
Looking at the two plans submitted by the "Mexican Joint Operations Department", Victor was a little confused and frowned.
"They hope you can adopt the first one. No matter from every aspect, it is more... cost-effective." Casare organized his words and said.
The word "cost-effective" is used in special operations, and it seems... funny.
Option 1: Use a passenger plane to hit the new judicial building.
"TMD, are they all thinking shit?" Victor really laughed angrily, should he be so direct?
“Do you want us to become internationally wanted criminals? This is an act of terror!”
Do you think Victor hasn’t thought about it?
Believe it or not, if you do this, the DEA will catch you tomorrow and throw him to the Colombians. This kind of behavior is simply outrageous.
A cow doesn't give birth to a calf - it's awesome!
Can this kind of thing be submitted directly?
It’s all because of those bastard drug dealers, why can’t you come to Mexico for a meeting? By then my artillery will be able to hit them.
Run so far.
Can’t Mexico support you?
Casare was scolded so much that he finally knew why the people from the "Operation Department" didn't send it over themselves.
"Burn it, who proposed this plan? Salary deduction!"
Victor frowned and threw the document over, cursing, and read the second copy. The portion is also much more accurate.
They didn’t use the US military’s C-130, but they couldn’t move. They found someone to hijack the driver, and then took him for a loop in the Colombian sky.
This is used to deceive the CIA.
Just get rid of these bastards, and I won't be able to cooperate with you.
CIA…Oh!
The DEA's High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and the Mexican EDM took a large private plane and flew to a private airport about 3 kilometers away from Santa Fe Bogota.
Just give me money.
The passenger plane will not be so abrupt on the target.
The Colombian-Mexico Information Department provided transportation assistance and went straight in. In order to cooperate with them, agents fanned the flames and created chaos in various important departments of the city.
Attract the power of local military and police.
If necessary... you can blow up the Colombian military airport so that their air force cannot take off.
According to Colombia's efficiency, a closed-loop encirclement and suppression will be formed in about 50 minutes, that is to say, the battle will be completed within 30 minutes, and then return to the private airport and fly back.
In a short period of time, Colombia had no idea what was going on. Could they still be flying missiles in the sky?
This time is really tight.
But if everything goes well, we will be able to pick up the wind tomorrow night.
Also attached below is a list of recommended weapons to carry.
Individual soldiers with cloud explosive bombs are impressively listed.
And each person has one hand, and a person has two hands, which is two.
Are you planning to blow up the judicial building directly?
"If the aircraft is destroyed, the Special Operations Department's proposal is to enter Ecuador, Peru, and Venezuela and surrender to the local governments. We can let the DEA put pressure on them through the United States. Survival is victory."
< br>Even if extradition is requested at that time, the Americans will be waiting around and Mexico will be waving the flag and shouting, at most it will be imprisoned for a few years.
As long as you are alive, there is a way to figure it out.
You dare to detain the three heroes of North America?
I'm going to kill you!
Victor felt that it was very feasible, so he signed his name, "Just follow this plan, and there is no need to notify Jonathan Panier and others from the DEA for the time being."
Casa Ray nodded.
“Operation Codename: Gothic Snake!”
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(End of this chapter)