Chapter 199 Drug dealers use mortars! !
"Now, you are allowed to ask questions!" Pablo said to the reporters below with a half-nod.
"Mr. Pablo, what do you think of the Colombian government's announcement that it will sign extradition clauses with the United States?"
"What do you think?"
Pablo The smile on the face suddenly shrank, "Let's kill them together! As long as that idiot sitting in the Presidential Palace dares to sign this clause, I swear, within an hour, his whole family will appear in the Magdalena River to feed Mermaid! ”
"This is a notice, not a warning."
What drug traffickers hate most is extradition, and the same is true in Mexico, because these beasts know that they can be unscrupulous in their own country, and they can be as comfortable as they want, and they will go to jail to follow them. Just like your own home.
But if you go to the United States and they imprison you for two hundred years, you will really have no choice but to die in prison. Because of this problem, drug dealers and government troops have fought each other more than once.
The reason why Pablo blew up the 203 passenger plane was actually to assassinate the popular presidential candidate at the time: Cesar Gaviria. He advocated signing extradition regulations with the United States.
Only when I got on the plane, I temporarily canceled the trip and escaped.
But this mad dog approach has also weakened the voices of many knowledgeable people in the country.
“Next question.”
These reporters were frightened by Pablo’s words.
This kind of drug trafficker's behavior of intimidating a country's spokesperson is simply outrageous.
"First...Mr." A female reporter spoke, stammering a bit.
"Don't be nervous, are you still afraid that I will eat you?" Pablo said with a smile, looking at the other person's bumpy figure, especially the big waves, he liked it very much, and he became gentle towards vnr.
"Gui... What is the main purpose of your association?"
"Let everyone have drugs that they can afford!"
Pablo stretched out his finger, "I said before that we will control drug bargaining rights throughout Latin America and standardize the responsibilities of each drug lord. We will issue the "North American Code of Conduct for Drugs and Drug Lords." I will give you a copy at that time. ”
This is really becoming more and more formalized.
The female reporter sighed in her heart, it was already very difficult for just one Pablo, but now... there are so many filthy beasts here, what should we do!
And Ethan Hunt, who was standing next to him, stood like a henchman. He quietly watched the other party pretending to be X. He was also Toblanco’s blessing, otherwise he would really not have The qualifications stand here.
The words of the steel ball - wealth starts!
Suddenly, he felt warmth in the palm of his hand. He turned his head and saw his "fiancée" looking at him, "Don't worry, you will stand in that position sooner or later."
Ethan Hunt: "????"
What are you doing standing up there? Are you going to be used as a target?
He smiled at Blanco, raised his hand and looked at the time.
Nine o'clock sharp!
“It begins!”
…
U.S. time, 8:30 a.m.
Private airport three kilometers outside Santa Fe Bogota.
The plane has just parked.
A dozen action team members came down from above, rushed into the tower, and directly controlled the people inside!
"Gentlemen, please get down on the ground!"
The boss was so frightened that he hurriedly held his head, MD!
It’s not an ordinary passenger plane, but a big shot is coming?
Why are they all coming... ruthless bandits!
The Colombian branch of the Mexican International Information Department arranged for 6 cars and 4 vans, and they were painted on the outside: Exclusively for the Medellin Group!
“Take a break for thirty minutes. At nine o’clock, there will be explosions in three places. The nearest police will definitely rush over by then. According to our on-site investigation, this road is 100 meters away from the New Justice Building. Recently, within 30 minutes we will continue to place bombs in 12 areas where drug traffickers are active. No matter what, you must withdraw!”
The intelligence employee pulled out a map and told Kennedy and Jonathan Parnell.
“Of course, don’t worry about getting lost, my companion will take you there!”
This is a perfect service.
Kennedy nodded, thanked him, rolled up the map, and walked back to the operation team, "Everyone get in the car, check the ammunition, and fill your stomach."
EDM and high risk The members of the Targeted Apprehension Team (HEAT), all elite members, sat quietly.
"Hey, Ricardo, remember to follow me later, you are my deputy machine gunner!" a police sergeant said to his companion.
Ricardo ate compressed biscuits, patted the drums on both sides of his tactical vest, and gave a thumbs up.
“Aren’t you nervous?” a (HEAT) member sitting behind him suddenly asked, extending his hand, “Parcel Kit!”
Deputy machine gunner Rika I looked at him one more time, then at my companions, and shook my head with a smile, "Victor will protect us!"
The American was startled, nodded with a smile, took out a pocket watch from his coat pocket, and clicked it. Opening it, he stretched his head out familiarly and pointed to the family photo on it, "This is my father, this is my mother, this is me, and this is my wife."
Ricardo and the two looked at each other, "Your father is also a policeman?"
"Well, he was also an anti-drug policeman. He died. In San Francisco, he was also an employee of the DEA. He also encouraged me to join the DEA. ”
Sacrificed.
That is an understatement!
“Did you know?”
"My wife is pregnant!"
Parcel Kit smiled happily, "If I can't go back this time, he is the fourth generation of drug police in our family and he will join the DEA. , he will become the guardian of the United States, he will become the guardian of the world!”
“My ideals will not dry up”
Ricardo is in awe!
"Brother, you will go home, you will see your wife giving birth to your child, and you will also see, he will smile at you."
Americans also have warriors who are truly willing to sacrifice for the world.
On the road to anti-drugs, you can see fighters from various countries, who put aside barriers, conflicts, and contradictions and stand on a united front.
This is a glorious journey for humanity!
Parcel Kit kissed his pocket watch, "I will go home!"
Kennedy, who was in the lead car, looked at his watch and stared at the second hand. The time was stuck at nine o'clock.
"It's begun!"
Boom! ! !
There was a sudden explosion in the city
It was on time.
A mushroom cloud is rising?
How much is this?
“Action!” Kennedy pressed the headset decisively, and the EDM team member driving the car stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, knocking open the airport gate.
At the same time.
There is chaos in Santa Fe Bogota!
The people screamed and fled in all directions. Some of those who ran slowly were pushed to the ground by those behind them and walked directly over them.
Even if the drug dealers are in front of them, they still have to run forward!
"Don't! Don't run around!"
A drug dealer who was blocking the road shouted loudly, standing on the edge of the pickup truck, but he didn't know who pulled him and directly Fell off the car.
Being trampled on his face, he screamed repeatedly.
Security Minister Restrepo, who was angry in his office, heard the explosion and hurried to the window, where he saw people running wildly on the street.
He ran out of the office immediately.
"Go and check, what's going on!"
MD?
The Medellin Group dropped a bomb to celebrate?
In fact, Pablo was also confused. He frowned and looked at the explosions in the distance. There was one place so close to the New Justice Building that he could feel the ground shaking several times.
He waved to his brother Ochoa to come up.
"Go and see! Whoever is causing trouble here, kill him!" He said with a gloomy face, and Ochoa nodded.
Pablo looked at the flustered reporter below and stretched out his hand, "Don't be nervous, ladies and gentlemen, in Colombia, even the presidential palace is not as safe as I am."
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Three kilometers, how long does it take to drive?
It took the action team less than 3 minutes to get from the private airport to Santa Fe Bogotá.
I saw a man riding a motorcycle at the city gate. After seeing the license plate, he gave them a thumbs up, then put on his helmet and led the way.
“Follow him!”
Kennedy pointed.
The convoy drove into the city and saw that it was really... chaotic!
It went surprisingly smoothly!
They could all see the New Justice Building, but they also saw the drug dealer’s pickup truck in front of them. They obviously also saw this unfamiliar convoy. A drug dealer stood up quickly with a cigarette in his mouth and stood behind a heavy machine gun. .
Kennedy pulled up his mask, his eyes fierce, "Victor! Long live!"
Leaned out of the window and shot at the drug dealer!
Chuchuchu!
The bullet was fired at someone's face, turning his face into a hornet's nest.
The team member in the back seat threw a grenade and rolled it into the pickup truck. The other drug dealers were so frightened that they jumped out of the car. The grenade exploded while they were still in the air!
beng! !
The shock wave knocked them to the ground directly.
One of them happened to roll in front of the car, and the driver pushed the accelerator and pressed his head directly over. The clothes hung on the chassis, and the car was delayed.
"Get off! Get off! Get off!"
Kennedy got out of the car directly, holding down the headset, "Jonatan, you lead people to attack the Justice Building, EDM is blocking the reinforcements from the outside! ”
“Understood!”
A calm reply came from the headset channel.
The drug dealer's peripheral defense system is pretty good. The most important thing is that the Colombian drug dealers have really fought in wars. They have also placed people on the commanding heights on both sides.
When seeing a sudden scene, the reaction is extremely fast.
Set up the M60 general machine gun and shoot down below!
Thud, tug, tug, tug…
Sweeping at the convoy that continued to drive, the glass was punctured, and a HEAT member sitting in the back was shot in the neck and groaned, falling directly on his comrades. , blood sputtered out instantly.
"Jack! Farke! Farke!" The comrades covered his neck and hurriedly took out the gauze, but the other man vomited blood and died immediately.
The car body was beaten into a sieve.
As long as the tires can still move, they can continue running towards the Justice Building.
"Suppress! Suppress!"
"One group, snipers! Control the high points of the building in the house!"
Kennedy pressed the earpiece and shouted orders.
The drug dealer at the commanding heights held the trigger tightly and refused to let go. The bullets were consumed quickly. "Load the gun!"
He shouted loudly to the assistant machine gunner next to him.
The latter hurriedly took out the bullet chain, stuck it in the groove, and covered it with a slap. Before he could be happy, the head exploded with a single blow. It really exploded. Just like mosaic.
The flesh and blood fell into the mouth of the machine gunner!
Sniper!
The machine gunner shivered in fright, and subconsciously glanced in the direction where the bullets were flying, and saw that a gun in the building opposite was already pointed at him.
“Fuck!”
He squatted down quickly while holding his head, and a hole was made in the wall behind him. He squatted under the glass, pulled the machine gun, pulled it down, and then like He ran out of the room like a dog.
The EDM snipers were preparing to move when they saw more than 20 pickup trucks driving towards the street not far away!
"The enemy reinforcements are coming from the northwest! The number...is about 120 people!"
"The enemy reinforcements are coming from the northeast! The number is 300 people!"
Kennedy looked solemn, and just about to give the order, Listen to the frightened roar of the sniper in the headphones.
"Mortar!!!"
The sniper saw the Toyota pickup truck.
Actually... equipped with a mortar? !
81mm Mortar!
CNMD!
Drug traffickers or rebels? !
Kennedy was also a little confused. When he raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw more than a dozen artillery shells falling in a parabola.
Bounce, bounce, bounce...
EDM also tasted the feeling of being bombed.
On the streets...
The ground was blown to pieces!
The glass of the surrounding shops has long been blown away.
……
(End of this chapter)