Chapter 200 "Sorry, I'm a policeman!"
Pablo was still talking to the reporters.
He has already talked about the four five-year plans of the North American Development Association, and even told reporters, "I don't know how long the Rockefeller family has been around, but I can tell you that the next wealth explosion will be On drugs!”
“We will form a country of our own!”
Country?
The reporters were really stunned this time!
Are you kidding? You want to play this in the Latin American world and in the American back garden?
This will drag the whole Colombia to hell!
The United States today is still billed as the "incarnation of justice." From the time when the furry bear was half-dead until around the millennium, the moral bottom line was still there. If you really do this, I will give you ashes tomorrow. Raised!
Mainly, Pablo and the others have chosen the time well enough. They are currently preparing for the Gulf War and have no time to deal with you.
So let the DEA figure it out.
Pablo likes the surprised expressions of reporters very much, which can satisfy his vanity.
He coughed and was about to continue planning his grand plan.
I heard an explosion...
It was like a cannon!
Ochoa ran over quickly and whispered something in his ear. Pablo's expression instantly became solemn.
"Colombian special forces?"
"Americans?"
Ochoa shook his head, "I'm not sure, but they are coming for us."
咻~
Pablo heard the sound of splitting in the air, raised his head, and saw a missile crashing into the fourth floor of the New Justice Building.
“Be careful!”
Ochoa quickly protected him.
Boom! ! !
The entire fourth floor erupted into flames instantly, and glass and debris fell from above. Everyone was so frightened that they quickly screamed and left!
Pablo was also very embarrassed, grabbing Ochoa by the collar, "Kill them!"
"I understand!!" The latter's ears were buzzing.
…
Jonathan Panier threw away the RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher.
Disposable, throw away after use, mainly for convenience and quickness.
Of course this was provided by Victor.
DEA is not so luxurious yet.
Individual soldiers explode bombs!
Do you think Jonatan Panier doesn’t want to start fighting a few kilometers away? The effective distance of this thing is only 200~800 meters!
The killing radius is even pitifully small.
After the vehicle came within visual distance, he got out of the car and fired a shot at the building, knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger.
The HEAT members quickly got out of the car. Parcel Kit squatted half-crouched, holding an M240B machine gun and firing at the armed men who had gathered at the door of the building.
The muscles on the face are shaking due to the recoil.
"Mescal, give them a nutritional shot!" Looking at the gathered drug dealers, he shouted to the team members.
A black man with thick lips heard this and took out a grenade, stuffed it into an M203 launcher, and fired it towards the door!
Buckshot!
It is more harmful in crowded places.
The steel balls sprayed out brought all the drug dealers down, and they fell to the ground clutching their wounds and screaming, but there were also tough guys who understood that if these people were allowed to rush in, they would all be in trouble.
Pull the grenade from your waist.
The lead just happened to be stuck on it, so when I pulled it hard, it automatically fell off and was thrown out with all my strength.
Parcel Kit saw a gap in firepower, held a machine gun, and stood up to charge.
Just when he saw the grenade hitting his body, his pupils shrank, his mouth opened and he roared, who knows what he was shouting?
I subconsciously kicked him away with my MHW tropical combat boots.
The grenade flew back and exploded in mid-air!
Bump~
Suddenly something seemed to hit him hard on the head, and Parcel Kit fell directly to the ground. Just when Jonathan Panier thought he was dead, Parcel Kit moved his hand. , quickly hid behind a car.
He took off the American Enhanced Combat Helmet (ECH) and saw a single chip embedded in it!
When I touched it, it felt a little hot.
"God bless! God bless!"
Parcel Kit was covered in cold sweat, and he made a prayer gesture hurriedly.
It’s really...fateful!
As we all know, a grenade is the most powerful when it explodes in mid-air. He is fine, so what if it doesn’t mean he is destined to die?
On the battlefield, three points depend on skill and seven points depend on luck. Your usual training is to improve your combat quality. If you can spend 7 points of strength on the battlefield, you can defeat the enemy, and luck is the only factor. Something...
Comparative metaphysics.
It is said that members of the Delta Force even enshrined the "Tathagata Buddha" in the military camp and asked Chinatown to have their fortunes told.
They have done everything that the Caotai team can do.
Parcel Kit quickly put on his helmet, lay on the ground, and called out the name of the drug dealer who fell to the ground at the door.
Jonatan Panier and his men rushed into the door of the Justice Building and immediately saw Pablo and others running towards the building.
"The man in the white suit is the target, kill him!"
Jonathan Panier shouted and fired a shot.
Ochoa was so frightened that he quickly held down Pablo's head and pressed the communication tool, "Where are the machine guns upstairs? Quickly sweep, helicopter! Mr. Arrangement leaves first."
"Head, there are reporters outside. "
"Every reporter is an enemy!"
The machine gunner on the roof received the order and fired down.
The reporter who was like a headless fly was beaten to a bloody pulp, and the drug dealer took out a grenade and aimed it below, spraying it.
High explosive bombs...
Bloom directly in the middle!
One of the HEAT members was unable to dodge, or was unlucky, and the grenade exploded directly at his feet.
The huge shock wave made him subconsciously close his eyes, put on his equipment and flew out with his body weighing more than 180 kilograms. His helmet was blown away and he was spinning in circles in the distance.
The lower half of the left leg is gone, and the bones inside can be clearly seen.
Pablo ran into the building and got into the elevator.
Besides him was Guzman, panting. This dwarf was running quite fast. Abrego, Aguilar of Juarez, and the four godfathers of the Cali Group were all there.
People outside want to run in.
Being pushed away by Ochoa and several bodyguards.
"Get out! Go and climb the stairs yourself." He took out his gun and pointed it at the other person.
Who are you, riding in the same elevator as the boss?
Ochoa quickly pressed the button for the top floor and turned to look at Pablo. The atmosphere in the elevator was very solemn.
“Shake people and pull out the armed helicopter!”
“Boss, this is Santa Fe Bogotá, and we do not rule out the involvement of the Colombian government.” Ochoa said calmly.
This is the capital!
Not Medellin.
No matter what, when the armed helicopter came, did he... cross the line?
“Do I need their consent for anything I do?” Pablo stared, “mobilize all the drug dealers and surround them here! They want my life, I want their lives!”< br>
Ochoa knew that the other party was really furious.
When you are disturbed by others when you are most vain in your life, you think that everyone is Zhang Wei, and it will be fine if your wife runs away.
Ding~
The elevator rang and reached the top floor.
A group of people ran out quickly. Pablo's ability to escape was very strong. He had escaped several joint law enforcement actions between the United States and Colombia, including bombings. He figured out a way to escape.
We have to prepare on three fronts: sea, land and air.
So, during the press conference, two helicopters were prepared directly on top for escape.
Two AS550s nicknamed "Squirrels".
There is also a Skylark armed helicopter, which is his private plane.
When he was about to climb up, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Where's Sister Blanco? Why didn't you see her?"
Ochoa was startled and looked around, and sure enough, she wasn't there. Seeing a familiar face, he frowned, "Boss, you go first, I'll look for you."
Pablo frowned, "Forget it! Don't worry about her, let's evacuate!"
He climbed onto the Skylark and made a take-off gesture to the pilot. The two helicopters rose up, preparing to escape.
Jonathan Panier below is looking anxious!
"Bazooka! Bazooka!"
The black man Mescal, who acted as a fireman, took the FIM-92 "Stinger" handed over by his teammates, aimed at the helicopter, and pulled the trigger!
The alarms on the three helicopters kept beeping.
The retired driver recruited from the United States was busy throwing interference bombs and was sweating. Pablo, Ochoa and Guzman were holding on to the armrests tightly.
CNMD!
Wouldn’t it be so exciting! This Stinger also bullied the weak and feared the strong. It turned in a circle and directly found another "Squirrel" AS550. The driver on the opposite side was also an experienced pilot. He tried hard to pull the operating lever, and his facial muscles began to tremble.
Clang!
The rocket directly hit its tail, and the AS550 began to circle hard in the sky, and then fell straight down like a top.
Pablo watched with his own eyes, "Who is sitting on that plane!"
Ochoa thought carefully, "Representatives of Guatemala and Panama, and..."
"The second talker of the Cali group, Aguilar of Miguel and Juarez, Abrego of the Gulf group."
! ! !
Pablo yelled angrily, before the association was settled, how many of them would "die" first?
When Guzman next to him heard this, his eyes showed complicated emotions.
From the perspective of the unity of the association, of course he does not want them to die, but from a personal perspective, if two people die, Sinaloa's territory will not be able to expand.
I am afraid that my brother will not live well, and I am also afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.
"Find someone to rescue them!" Pablo took another look, and all he could do was let his younger brother go.
Guzman mentally murmured: "You are all going to die."
The skylark flew into the distance.
When the AS550 fell, it scratched the wall next to it, and the branches also hung on it, which acted as a buffer.
There was no explosion, but there was a flame.
Abrego crawled out with blood on his face. The head of the Gulf Group was in good physical strength. He turned his head and saw that the driver was dead. There was a pipe protruding in front of him. It passed directly through the neck, and blood flowed everywhere.
People are getting hard.
Aguilar from Juárez stretched out his hand and shouted weakly, "Save me! Save me!"
Abrego, a warm-hearted man, pulled him hard and pushed him After pulling it out, when he still wanted to pull Miguel, Aguilar patted him on the shoulder and said, "Quickly! It's going to explode!"
The former hesitated for a moment, helped the other person and ran away quickly. .
“Save me! Bastard!”
Miguel watched the two people leave, roaring heart-breakingly, his voice was so loud, and his eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were about to be torn apart. "You bastards!! I curse you, you will not die well, you will be cut into pieces by a thousand knives!!"
Boom!
The helicopter exploded directly.
The flames swallowed up Miguel's curses.
Another AS550 hovering in mid-air,
Gilbert looked at the exploding helicopter below, closed his eyes in pain, and clenched his fists hard. Others behind him could not suppress the panic in their hearts and urged the pilot to leave quickly.
"Miguel...my brother!!"
"Let's go! Let's go!" A representative of the Guatemalan warlord shouted to the driver.
AS550 flew towards the distance.
Jonathan Panier watched the helicopter fly away, his tooth ached, and for the first time he had an idea, what if he were the CIA!
The power of those bastards is not ordinary.
Be able to ask the US military for help.
The most important thing is that the Pentagon will listen to what they say. The DEA said that Pablo might want to found a country. Do you know what those generals said?
“Drug traffickers founded the country? Haha, what a joke.”
“Isn’t this funny? Is today April Fool’s Day?”
The United States was also founded by bandits! ! !
If he could call for a long-range missile strike, would Jonathan Panier not call it? I don’t have the power, the ability, and the qualifications.
Colombia is a sovereign country!
But if you send the DEA there, the most it will be is a quarrel. If you blow him up, do you really think they won’t fall out?
Those in power have more to consider.
Then we can only let the people at the grassroots level work.
The top is a fart, and the bottom is dying.
“Come in, there must be someone left inside.” Jonathan Panier roared.
He also checked his watch, there were still 9 minutes left.
A group of HEAT members rushed into the building and started killing each other!
In a toilet on the third floor.
The body of a bodyguard was lying on the ground, with wounds all over his neck. He had been stabbed at least a dozen times, and his body seemed to be still twitching?
And Blanco looked at Ethan Hunt with horror, shame, and resentment in his eyes!
The other man was washing his hands in the sink to rinse away the blood.
When the explosion sounded, Ethan Hunt dragged Blanco and ran to hide. The latter thought he was protecting her.
After entering the toilet...
Suddenly he took a knife and killed the bodyguard!
That action... is very skillful.
Blanco felt strange to this man, "Victor...you, who are you!"
This little puppy who was pressed by him on the bed started killing people. Completely unblinking.
Ethan Hunt waved his hand, took out two pieces of paper from the wall next to him, wiped his hands, then smiled and lit himself a cigarette.
“Sorry, I’m a policeman!”
“My name is Ethan Hunt, and I belong to the Mexican Police Intelligence Department!”
Blanco’s eyes were dull, She couldn't believe that a man could hide so deeply under her body!
This is not logical.
"Victor, it's just my pseudonym."
Blanco's lips were trembling with anger and his breathing was rapid, "You...you lied to me!"
A man who has lived in the red light district since he was a child and was engaged in a special profession Girls raised by their mothers have to face the unkind looks of customers.
I have never read a book, and I even have to pick up food from the trash can every day.
Wearing those ugly clothes, she stood on the bustling street, looking at the high-end people coming in and out of the hotel opposite, and she wanted to order something to eat.
But he was slapped to the ground by the security guard.
Called her a bastard!
People passing by laughed at her, and some covered their noses and shouted disgusting words.
At that time...
She was wearing ragged clothes. She was 9 years old at that time. She vowed to make everyone pay the price!
She wants to be the queen of Colombia!
She sells everything she can sell, body, love, family affection, just for success!
But when she succeeded, she looked past it.
It turns out that the world is still lying to itself.
She longs for children, she longs for life.
She has lost three husbands, and she sees that her fourth husband is her prince charming. But who knew that he was a policeman?
Police? ! ! !
"It turns out that I have always been cheap! It turns out that I have always been born by a bitch, hahaha, hahahaha, so ridiculous."
Blanco smiled. As he looked, tears fell from his eyes.
"Is it me who is wrong? No! What is wrong is this society. The reason is that I was born in a place without a family. The fault is that I am at the bottom of society!"
"Victor, no, Mr. Ethan Hunt!"
"Are you going to kill me?"
This black widow, the queen of drug dealers, who travels all over the world, asked calmly .
This made Ethan Hunter not sure what to say.
Sometimes, silence is the answer!
"Give me a cigarette."
This request naturally satisfied her. The other party handed her the cigarette on his lips. Blanco took it and smoked hard.
The smoke made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Maybe I thought of something.
After all the ejaculation was done, she slowly got up and patted her skirt. Ethan Hunter said it looked good, so she wore it.
Blanco straightened his clothes and looked directly at the other person: "The Queen of Colombia will not sit and die!"
"I am the Black Widow!"
"Gerry Seda Blanco!”
“Men need to bow to me!”
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(End of this chapter)