Chapter 244 Oh, filial son!
What is Guzman doing on the phone?
What can I say to the drug dealer?
The two sides are not mutually exclusive, either you die or you perish.
Victor frowned and glanced at Casare.
As a confidant, "Fat Tiger" understood immediately.
Who are you!
What kind of thing does my boss have, and I want him to pick it up?
Lost!
Victor is now the governor of the Northern Province. Anyone who comes to Mexico in the future will not be able to bypass him. You, a small drug dealer, plan to talk to him directly. Isn’t this just Katyusha fighting mosquitoes - overkill and overuse? ?
Casare took the phone from the secretary, and even Victor felt like he was swearing when he spoke.
"Hey, isn't this a filial son? What? Mr. Guzman wants to see your mother's other leg?"
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Top Mexican Jokes.
Do you want to collect the five fragments and summon your mother to appear?
The smile on Casare's face froze, he looked at the boss and sneered, "He hung up."
And Guzman, who was in his office, kicked the broken mobile phone away from the ground with a look on his face. His mouth was turning blue and purple, his mouth was trembling, and his body was shaking with anger. When he heard those words just now, he couldn't hold back and smashed the phone.
No one can bear this kind of insult.
Guzman's chest heaved rapidly with anger. He opened the drawer, took out a box of medicine, poured a few pills into his hand and stuffed them into his mouth.
The doctor said that he was a little anxious and irritable, and it was best to control his anger. He was too mentally stressed and could easily explode one day.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picked up the other phone on the table, with trembling hands, suppressed his anger and dialed again.
"I... let's negotiate, give my mother back to me, and I will give up 3 cities in Chihuahua!"
Casare on the other end was startled when he heard this. , hurriedly covered the microphone and looked at Victor, "Boss, Guzman wants to negotiate..."
"The winner never needs to negotiate."
Victor exhaled the cigarette, "Tell him , belongs to Victor, my soldiers will get it in person, and in two days, his mother will be tried in the Tijuana Plaza, and he can watch it on TV, and by the way, I will pull her mother away with a Hummer! "< br>
"I have to see how much horsepower a 70-year-old woman can withstand."
"Victor!@!@#$%!"
Guzman said over the phone Cursing, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Victor smiled. You see, the other party was really anxious.
I thought the other party didn’t care.
Casare cut off the call directly, and Guzman's voice stopped abruptly.
"Boss, do you really want to cut her mother into five pieces... no, four pieces?"
Victor is a little interested in the "Hummer cut into pieces" he invented, he must be To be promoted to the whole world.
"Old people have to suffer more."
Casare nodded and glanced at Jason Bourne. The two looked at each other. Sure enough, the boss was Treat everyone equally!
He did not shoot the other party 70 times just because he was 70 years old. He was a model of conscience.
Victor dropped the cigarette on the ground.
“My order!”
“The forward troops advance across the board as planned!”
……
"Ofregon Military Airport" is brightly lit.
Seven newly assembled P-51s are lying on the tarmac, and the US military logo on them has not yet been scraped off.
The siren suddenly sounded, and the ground crew below directed the P-51 to drive out of the apron, while the pilot sitting above gave them a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready.
The ground crew listened to the orders coming from the headsets, waved the flag, and the P-51 on the runway roared, stepped on the accelerator, and flew into the sky with the MK82 series low-drag bombs hanging.
Tonight, 7 P-51s will be dispatched to bomb the 2nd Regiment of the God’s Division stationed in the border area of Sinaloa!
The ground troops will all press forward and swallow these 4,500 people directly!
Victor actually only has 12 fighter pilots in his hands, and they were all selected very early. This is different from helicopter pilots. The former has higher requirements and is usually protected like gold.
This time it finally came in handy.
"The "Governor" air bombing squadron has set off, please follow up with ground troops, over." The tower commander said with a microphone.
"Received."
The Mexican Combat Joint Department on the opposite side was equally busy. They were dispatching in an orderly manner and saw a police inspector contacting the ground troops on the front line.
"Ground troops follow up, repeat, ground troops follow up!"
"Understood."
Kennedy Heisenberg, who was in charge of the frontline command, waved his hand and stood On a Humvee, "Forward!"
If you adjust the pipe again, those who don't know may think it is five-star General MacArthur.
All the ground troops were already sitting on the vehicles. Following an order, the three regiments stormed into Sinaloa from three corners from different stations!
The war has completely begun!
The 2nd Infantry Regiment defends the northern city of "San Blas" in Sinaloa, which has a population of about 120,000 and is the "first line of defense" highlighted by Guzman.
On a rooftop somewhere in "San Blas".
A young couple was doing what they like to do, and when they were about to have sex, they heard a roar in the sky. The man with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and under the moonlight, he saw Several planes flew overhead and dropped a "black" thing not far away.
Then...
Boom! ! !
The huge explosion formed a ball of fire rising into the sky, lighting up the dark night instantly!
"Ah!!" The female companion exclaimed, covering her mouth, and the landmine on her chest flickered.
“Oh my god!” The man murmured with his eyes widened. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice again, and three more planes flew over from a distance, in "San Blas" Bombs were dropped in several places.
Chaos!
The whole city was in chaos.
"Quick, run." The man shouted in a panic.
"Wait, wait for me, I have no clothes on." The woman shouted in horror, but the male companion ran away dragging an elephant trunk.
It’s really ruthless to pull out the X.
However, it also raises a side issue. Women pay more attention to body shame than men. Take a look, why don’t men get sex loans?
Because even if you are spread out, your first thought is, TMD, don’t mosaic me, give me a close-up. It doesn't matter if you run around naked.
Women can’t.
The P-51 bombed several important targets. Three 500-pound bombs were dropped in the military camp of the 2nd Regiment. The real shock wave of the 500-pound aerial bomb, its TNT charging coefficient can reach 45%, which means that there are nearly 225 pounds (almost 100 kilograms) of pure explosives in an aerial bomb.
The direct killing radius is 100 to 150 meters.
In other words, if you throw it away, it is basically impossible for you to run away.
But it is unrealistic to blow them all up. Many drug dealers came out wearing big pants, holding weapons and shooting into the sky.
Someone also pushed out the anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns from the warehouse.
Military literacy has really soared several levels in just a few months.
"Return! Super 69! What are you doing?!" The squadron leader originally ran away after seeing the aerial bombs dropped, but suddenly he saw a P-51 in the formation circling in the sky and flying rapidly downwards.
No matter how much he shouted into the headset, no one responded.
After the P-51, nicknamed "Super 69", dived down, the four 20mm Hispano cannons in front of it fired at the ground.
Huhuhuhu...
Thud tug tug!
The bullets scattered dust on the ground, and the drug dealer holding the gun was directly swept into a big fool without any need for rescue.
"Fire! Fire!!!"
The operator sat behind a ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft gun, scanning the "Super 69", but the opponent was like a butterfly. He raised the altitude very lightly, made a graceful maneuver, and went around behind the anti-aircraft gun to fire.
The drug dealers who were leaning around went straight to hell.
“Oh!” the pilot shouted excitedly. After seeing more and more people, he followed the formation and flew away.
Looking at the plane going away, the commander of the 2nd Regiment gritted his teeth, "American!"
The painting on the plane also said USA!
Americans join the war on drugs!
"Quickly put out the fire and rescue the wounded."
After giving the order, he was about to report the news to Guzman when he saw the staff officer running over in a panic, "Captain, the city The 4th Company outside asked for help, and Victor’s men came to fight.”
"What!"
…
No one expected that Victor's army would make a surprise attack.
In the face of well-prepared anti-drug forces, even drug dealers with strong combat capabilities were caught off guard.
The three cities of "San Blas", "Topolo Bamboo" and "Joish" were attacked one after another.
"Bang~"
The main gun of the M1A2 main battle tank is an M-256 120 mm 44 times smoothbore cannon. It roared loudly, and a depleted uranium alloy armor-piercing projectile hit a small building. superior.
Directly destroying the load-bearing wall.
Good guy...
There was a loud noise and half the floor collapsed.
Buried all the people inside.
The tracks of the M1A2 main battle tank pressed against the gravel, making a crunching sound. Two Weasel "1 airborne armored vehicles" followed on the left and right to prevent the sudden appearance of infantry.
Taijun Happy Sticks were famous for a long time during World War II.
A steady stream of ground troops continued to pour into the city.
Start entering the anti-drug force’s favorite street fighting.
If you don't surrender...
Cloud bombs will serve directly.
Not a blade of grass grows!
As long as I don't care about the buildings, there won't be too many casualties!
P-51 returned to the "Ofregon Military Airport", and a group of ground crews were already ready, refueling and loading bombs.
You can't just fly, right?
At least the ground troops have to be provided with aerial bombardment all night long.
As soon as the pilot on the "Super 69" got off the plane, the squadron leader grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the plane.
"Manfred von Richthofen! What are you? American Superman?!"
"Why don't you obey orders!"
The young man who was held down was only in his early 20s. He was startled and said, "Captain, I just want more vitality to kill the opponent."
"You are not needed for this!" the squadron leader yelled loudly. Said, "Soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders. Leave matters on the ground to the ground! You, Inspector Manfred, you are not needed for the next bombing mission. Go back to your room and copy down military duties!"
The squadron leader pushed him away hard and said to the police officers watching, "Ernst Udet, you take his place."
A man in the crowd was covered with freckles But the burly young man responded quickly, his eyes flashing with joy.
"You should reflect on it, otherwise, I will propose to Mr. Victor that you be transferred to the aviation school to be established as an instructor. Please remember that your plane is more valuable than your life. Important!" The squadron leader left with a dark face.
Manfred von Richthofen's eyes were blank. The police officers around him had work to do and they all dispersed. At most, someone familiar patted him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Ernst, stop looking, get ready quickly, don't do anything random in the sky." A ground crew member touched the freckled young man and said.
Ernst Udet nodded, "Okay!"
After he glanced at Manfred, he put on his helmet and climbed onto the plane.
The P-51 with its bombs hung up flew into the sky again.
This time the target...
The capital of Sinaloa: Culiacan!
(End of this chapter)