Chapter 277 General Victor is watching us!
"Let us in! Let us in!"
"My children are inside, let us in."
A bunch of parents of students stood outside with emotion , National Guard soldiers stood at the door in full gear, pulled up the cordon, and blocked them with a human wall.
"You are all cowards! Give me the gun, then get out of the way, and I will save it myself! My son is inside." A man was full of muscles, wearing black short-sleeves, and had tattoos on his arms The tattooed strong man shouted angrily, his beard swaying vigorously with his emotions.
As I spoke, tears came down.
The National Guard soldier standing opposite him looked unbearable, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw two black riot vehicles approaching, with the words: Swart!
"Sir, your child can be saved!" the soldier said to the bearded man, patting the other man on the shoulder and pointing to the riot vehicle, "Did you see that General Victor sent his most elite soldiers over? , He will not give up any of his people."
The tone is fanatical.
This SWAT special police force represents the extreme elite in the National Guard. It will be recruited from tens of thousands of ordinary police officers every six months. After a total of five weeks of political review, physical strength, and faith tests, Only those who pass the test can become reserve members.
In subsequent assessments, as long as you defeat the home team members, you can take over their positions, and the home team will keep 50 people for a long time!
As the anti-riot vehicle stopped, the door was opened, and a group of men holding M16s, wearing denim training pants and wearing body armor walked out.
Commander Swart looked... scary, with cross-cut eyebrows and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Before he opened his mouth, he heard the subordinate behind him say, "Boss, Omo Group A and 141 are here."
Swart turned around and saw a few vehicles. The police car drove into the cordon, and many old acquaintances got out of the car.
After all, they all belong to the military order, but everyone will compete with each other.
The leaders of several troops stared at each other, but no one spoke first.
"I will be the commander of this mission." An officer with the title of major general came over. He had long scars on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was swept by him The leaders of the special forces all stood up straight.
"Sir!" they shouted in unison.
Otto Skorzeny waved his hand. He currently serves as the commander of the Special Forces Command of the Northern Alliance in Mexico, with the rank of major general!
When he was young, Skorzeny seemed to be a troubled boy. He was very aggressive and committed almost all kinds of evil.
His favorite thing to do is to duel with others, and he even joined the school's dueling club. Skorzeny is like a fish in water in the dueling club, because what these people love to do is to drink a lot of beer and find someone to duel with.
Skorzeny participated in an astonishing 14 duels. The 10th duel left an arc-shaped sword wound on his face. This scar also became his Capital to show off in the future.
He was responsible for the beheadings of several Northern Alliance foreign wars.
Known as: The Father of Mexican Special Forces!
"This is a map of the school. Take a look. According to the command's deduction, most of the students are controlled in the large lecture hall at the back. There are 9 to 17 gunmen in total, armed with AK47s."
"The chief criminal is called Abu Bakr Baghdad."
"This is his photo."
Major General Otto Skorzeny handed over the photo, and a group of people gathered around to look at it. , and saw a man with a big beard and triangular eyes, like a poisonous snake.
“He is an extreme nationalist who once took refuge in a terrorist organization because of his beliefs. He organized the Beirut Airport terrorist attack in 1983 and assisted in the Lockerbie air crash in 1988. He is a very, very dangerous terrorist. ! ”
"Notorious in the world!
"What we have to do is to kill him in northern Mexico belonging to General Victor! Let this ugly behavior die! "
Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at them and mobilized his emotions.
"What you have to do is to rush into the classroom in a short time and kill the gunman inside. Then it blooms from the inside out. "
"141 is responsible for ground penetration, the 2nd Swart Squadron is responsible for air assault, and other personnel are responsible for security. ”
After hearing the order from Major General Otto Skorzeny, the other two teams SWWE and Omo A were a little excited.
"Soldier! We are committed to executing orders. If we make any more noise, I will throw you out to wash your socks!"
Seeing that he was angry, the others hurriedly shrank their necks, but looking at Austria Team A and SWWE were clearly unconvinced.
Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at the other team that received the attack mission, squinting, "If it fails, do you know what it means?"
"Mexico and The time has come when General Victor needs us!”
"The whole world is watching you!"
"Promise to complete the mission!"
Major General Otto Skorzeny nodded slowly, raised his head and looked at the door, and then looked again The noisy crowd outside frowned, "Ask the guards to disperse everyone, including reporters, and don't allow them to film or broadcast!"
"Most of the people here are parents." A subordinate said softly.
"Are you sure there are no accomplices here? If those reporters broadcast our actions, how can we rescue them?"
"Yes!"
After receiving the order, the perimeter security soldiers dispersed the stranded people. A female reporter wearing a yellow vest had obviously just arrived. When she saw the soldiers driving her away, she screamed, "What are you going to do!" Are you forcing me? We have the right to know! Don't touch me, I will sue you..."
"Go to hell!" That National Guard soldier has the rank of captain. Kick him over and send the opponent flying 5 meters away.
"Do you think I don't hit women? What a bullshit reporter. This is northern Mexico. The general's words are the words. If you are told to shut up, just shut up. Come on, drag me down first. I doubt they have any Question."
Several soldiers rushed forward, tied up the American reporters, and pushed them into the car.
The captain looked proudly at the reporters around him. The scalps of everyone he stared at were numb and the hairs on his hair were exploding. "I tell you, only if you obey, you will have meat to eat!"
The afternoon of September 17, 1990 19:00.
The sky is a little dark.
“10!”
Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at his watch, squinted, and picked up the walkie-talkie, “Whip Squad, action!”
John McTavish made a gesture, waved his hand, and rushed in towards the closed door.
There is a tactical vehicle parked below, which directly blocks everything nearby!
All signals are unavailable!
Twenty soldiers from Task Force 141 climbed up the door and climbed over gracefully. At the same time, the Mi-8, which had been prepared on the top of another building, circled directly and flew towards the school at low altitude.
When reaching the sky, Commander Swart, who had been prepared for a long time, took the lead in sliding down, and the people behind him followed like dumplings.
According to the "Training Manual", no second person is allowed on a rope, but this will certainly not be the case in actual combat. Time is life.
The sound of the helicopter that suddenly appeared was loud. The gunman standing guard below raised his head, his pupils shrank, and he picked up the walkie-talkie, "Hey! Hello! Hello!"
But there was no one. In response, he cursed, "(Fuck!)"
This accent is Iraqi!
He picked up the gun and prepared to shoot, but before he could move, a hole was punched in his neck, blood splattered, and his whole head drooped down, lying on the ground twitching.
"Action!"
John McTavish gestured to the left and right, indicating that the troops should be divided into two teams to attack.
The Mi-8 ran away directly after the transportation work was completed.
After the group of Swarts landed, they hung the prepared hooks on the pillars of the rooftop. The commander looked at them and made a hand gesture of descending. As soon as he let go, the whole person descended quickly. When he reached a floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, he threw himself in, holding a gun and shooting at the two standing gunmen.
The beating was so bloody that he died tragically on the spot.
Swart unbuttoned his buttons and looked at the students squatting in the room, "Don't move, don't move with them all! You are safe."
"Dixon, stay here to protect them, others from Search up and down. "
A corporal responded. He was shocked when he saw the captain and others leaving the room. He looked at the students slumped on the ground below with a cautious expression!
Finally, the gunman inside realized something was wrong.
The chief criminal, Abu Bakr, was in the lecture theater in Baghdad. When no one responded to the intercom, he knew that the Mexican police had begun to take action. He asked people to go out and take a look.
The younger brother was just about to open the door, but he hadn't reached it yet.
Bang! ! !
The door was blown to pieces, and the huge shock wave carried wood debris and inserted it into the gunman's eyes. The gunman was in pain, but fortunately, he was killed in just a few seconds. .
The explosion shook the lights out, causing them to flicker.
“Get down!!” John McTavish yelled and calmly pulled the trigger at the gunman.
The division of labor is clear, and other soldiers shoot at others.
Why are soldiers elite?
Long term training!
Muscle memory! Just like you can't help but feel itchy to move bricks when you see them, they are thinking about how to shoot quickly when they see their heads.
It's called instinct.
"Don't move! Stop!" the chief criminal Abu Bakr Baghdad shouted loudly, holding a female student in his hand and pointing a pistol at her head. The other person was frightened and burst into tears. Yes, my legs are getting weak.
The Iraqis shouted excitedly, with a mixture of words in their mouths.
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and the chief criminal, Abu Bakr Baghdad, stared. A bullet hole appeared on his forehead. Blood and brain matter flowed down the wound, and his hands went limp. , the body collapsed directly, pressing the female student underneath him.
John McTavish rushed over, grabbed the opponent's head, and came over with force, "You're still dead and you're taking advantage, pull him out and shoot him!"
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Otto Si outside Major General Korzny looked at the watch on his wrist, a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes.
Two or three minutes have passed.
However, at this moment, there was an uproar in the school, and then a group of students were seen rushing outside in hundreds.
"Mom!!"
"Mom!"
The students cried and rushed to their parents who had been waiting anxiously. They hugged them and cried. .
The captain of the National Guard said to the trembling reporters in front of him, "Gentlemen, you can shoot now. This touching scene is exactly what General Victor wanted!"
"You should understand what I mean." The captain squinted his eyes.
"Understood!" The reporters looked at each other and said sporadically.
“Louder.”
“Understood!”
The captain nodded with satisfaction and said to his subordinates, “Give them back the tools, it’s their turn to work. "
Major General Otto Skorzeny breathed a sigh of relief. He was also under great mental pressure. He looked at John McTavish, the captain of Task Force 141, who came out and shouted, " John.”
"How is it? Are there any casualties?"
"We killed 13 gunmen in total, and no one was injured or killed, not even the students."
Major General Otto Skorzeny was satisfied He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well done, don't worry, the general will not forget your contribution! Neither will the Mexican people!"
At this moment, he told the other party that he was excited and his eyes were wild.
"Hi! Victor!"
The perfect solution to this hijacking incident must of course be publicized.
This is what the Northern Governor TV station said that night.
"The general's soldiers defend Mexico with bravery, fearlessness and blood. They will win! Long live!"
"Mexico's victory belongs to Victor! It belongs to the entire Mexican people!"
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Iraq declares war on anti-Iraq alliance!
Thousands of hostages in Mexico.
These are the two hottest news recently.
The latter's perfect handling made Victor really proud. When he was staying in the hospital, representatives from many countries came to visit him and even comforted him.
This kind of large-scale hijacking, without causing any damage, is really enough to be included in anti-terrorism textbooks, and Victor is also very generous when faced with "training requests" from some small countries.
Anyone can come, get free training, and take care of their food and housing!
Another wave of fame.
In the future, if he usurps the throne, he should also have a lot of goodwill.
In the ward, Victor sat up. He had met a "miraculous doctor". Within two days, he sat up directly and all other instruments were removed.
He watched the Iraqi spokesman's declaration of war on TV, holding a cigarette in his mouth and sneered.
1VS35!
Brother, who gave you the courage?
I have to say that sometimes, some people seem to be tough men, but they have no political sensitivity at all. If you directly declare war on so many people, how can the Soviets help you?
They themselves were full of shit during the war in Afghanistan, but they don’t dare to stand up for you.
If only you could defeat the coalition forces of 35 countries.
Let me tell you, you really did a miracle.
The sixth seat is yours.
Can that guy from Libya compare with you?
Of course, if you have never done it before, cough cough cough...
You are a bit unlucky.
However, Victor has seen 1vs17 macho men, but you 35 people, tsk tsk tsk, just ask for your blessings... No, I am also the one who fucks you.
Crack! ~
The door to the ward was opened, and Victor suddenly threw away the cigarette nervously.
Belsaria stood outside with a frown, "You smoke again, don't you think about it?"
Victor laughed sarcastically, this woman likes to control her man's smoking.
"You're not in good health yet. Can't you take a test after you leave the hospital?"
"I understand. Don't worry. The doctor said I'm in good health. Jason went to get me the physical examination report." Victor just finished speaking. , and saw the intelligence chief coming in with a report.
“Come on, come on, let’s see how my health is.” He hurriedly took it over and took a look at it himself. His eyes widened instantly. Belsaria became nervous instantly, “What’s wrong? ? ”
She hurriedly leaned over.
But Victor took advantage of this moment to hug her and kiss her, "It's okay!"
This made Belsaria blush immediately.
Jason Bourne’s eyes didn’t even tremble at the side.
You MD! As expected, the boss can do anything, and he is also so good at picking up girls!
If the egg is broken, it won’t be so coquettish.
No, there is also a tongue...
Belsaria gave him a hammer and raised her head, "Victor~"
"What's wrong?"
"I...my brother wants to see you."
" ??" Victor raised his eyebrows.
Belsalia said hurriedly, "I don't know where he heard about you, so he must come to see you."
Will you meet your brother-in-law so soon?
But some people in the Rumsfeld family must have ideas for Berthalea to find a boyfriend.
“Of course it’s no problem!”
Victor smiled and said, suddenly not knowing where the idea came from, “By the way, does your brother wear a bulletproof vest?”
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(End of this chapter)