Chapter 307 Behead Victor!
Washington, DC, Arlington County, 1400 Defense Pentagon
From the sky, this thing that looks like a piece of shit is the famous Pentagon.
At the door, a group of college students held flags in protest!
“Pentagon Stop the War!”
"Mexico is not the enemy!"
"You dirty murderers who assist drug traffickers!"
The security personnel at the door didn't care, holding weapons and watching from the side. As long as you don't Go in and do whatever you want.
During the Vietnam War, people came to protest every day and even burned American flags outside.
It’s much more intense than this.
In the office building, Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney opened some curtains and looked at the anti-war people outside. He frowned, his eyes flashed with disgust, and he waved the curtains hard, with a tone of voice. With strong dissatisfaction, "They are just full and can't hold on, they should be sent to grow potatoes!"
Besides him, there are three other people in the office.
Former Secretary of Defense, Mexican Special Envoy, Cheney’s good friend, Mr. Rumsfeld.
Gen. Carl Warnow, Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army.
Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff: LeBron Andre.
To put it bluntly, the "Operation Lady Justice" against Panama in 1989 was negotiated among these few people.
“We have to give an explanation to the fallen National Guardsmen, and there is serious dissatisfaction within the state of Arizona.” Cheney set the tone directly.
Everyone agrees with this.
Little Yakuza, the Yankees have never suffered such a big loss!
Have you ever seen anyone get better after offending the United States?
The overthrow that should be overthrown and the suppression that should be suppressed directly let you understand what it means to be the leader in North America.
Especially in the back garden, it’s hard for anyone to come. Why do you, Mexico, still want to dance like that?
“Arm and send out troops!” General Carl Warnow, Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, is a true war madman.
"How many people are there? There is still a war in Iraq. One regiment? One division? Or 100,000 people? Victor is not Noriega. I have seen their armed forces. To put it bluntly, I want It's hard to push them flat, and his soldiers are well trained..." Rumsfeld said cautiously.
“But no one can survive after pooping on the head of the United States. The whole world is watching us!” General Carl Warnow looked at the Joint Chiefs of Staff next to him. The person in charge, "Andre, what do you think?"
"The war must be controlled within a certain range, and the most important purpose is to solve Victor. We can put pressure on the border, and then send special forces to infiltrate and behead Victor."
Admiral Karl Warnow approved This plan is just to kill Victor.
He looked at Secretary of Defense Cheney, "I agree."
Richard Bruce Cheney looked at his old friend Rumsfeld and saw that he had no objection, and then he thought about it. He nodded, "I agree, now we need Mr. President's signature. During this period of time, Andre, your staff will make a plan..."
"Victor is not a piece of wood, he will definitely hide everywhere. , especially during this special period.”
"Everything can disintegrate from the inside. Isn't that what we are best at?" Richard Bruce Cheney smiled meaningfully as he raised his glasses.
"Mr. Rumsfeld, I heard that your granddaughter and Victor..." Before General Carl Warnow could finish speaking, Rumsfeld stood up suddenly and frowned, "This This thing is simply a rumor. There is no way Belsaria is with that Mexican guy. Please be more careful what you say, General.”
After all, he has been the defense minister. This frown, Carl Warno laughed.
"Okay, that's it. Let's go back and prepare." Cheney said.
A few people left the office. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Warnow watched Rumsfeld leave without looking back, and complained to LeBron Andre next to him. Said, "He is still so proud."
"It's okay, don't mess with him. His prestige in the military is something you can't compare with."
Carl Warno's face turned green immediately.
Do you want to be so direct?
When Rumsfeld drove home, as soon as he got out of the car, his wife Joyce came up to him with a smile on his face and said, "I'm back."
"Yes."
"Dinner is ready and the children are back."
"Where's Belsaria?"
"They're back too. Today is your birthday."
> Rumsfeld nodded and walked into the room. He had previously served as CEO of a pharmaceutical company, so he was rich and lived in a large villa.
As soon as he walked in, the two grandsons who were playing at the door rushed over. He squatted down and kissed the two little guys.
"Hi, Dad." The son came out.
Rumsfeld nodded sternly and saw his family sitting on the dining table with a cake on the table.
And his granddaughter Belsalia was putting candles for him, clapping her hands and saying with a smile, "Happy birthday, grandpa."
He doted on his granddaughter and smiled. But as if he had thought of something, he frowned and said, "I have something to ask you. Come to the study with me."
After saying that, he walked in with a solemn expression. Belsaria looked at him in confusion. He looked at his father and followed him confused.
"Dad looks very unhappy today?" the eldest son Neke asked his mother Joyce who walked in.
The latter spread his hands with the same confusion.
Suddenly, a violent noise broke out in the study.
"Victor is my boyfriend now and in the future!"
"I won't allow it!" Rumsfeld shouted at the top of his lungs.
Nek and his mother looked at each other and hurriedly ran over when they saw the door open and Belsaria running out with tears on her face. She picked up her bag on the sofa and ran out.
Her grandma called from behind and drove away without looking back.
"What's going on?" Joyce asked anxiously.
"Watch your daughter! Necker, her boyfriend can be an American or even a black man, but he must not be a Mexican!" Rumsfeld pointed at his son and yelled.
With a dark face, he walked upstairs.
This birthday was also unhappy.
Necker and his mother looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.
…
Tijuana.
Casare returned home with a tired look on his face. Recently, as the internal affairs manager of the Northern Army, he was under great pressure.
It is necessary to coordinate the army's supplies and stabilize the general's rear internally.
He only sleeps for almost three hours every day, and he has not eaten for 13 hours now.
As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the fragrance and thought it was the nanny. But when he went in, he saw his mother, Camilla Sodi, making soup. He heard footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw He smiled, "You're back? Felikna, go get your brother's bag."
The little girl who was doing her homework responded and trotted over.
Kasare was startled, his mouth half-opened. Because of his mother’s boyfriend, Kashima Noriyasu, the latter ignored him at all.
Every day he comes back looking like a stranger, and today...
It makes him a little at a loss.
"Come, have a taste, the soup I made for you was your favorite when you were a child." Camila Sodi said with a smile and waved her hand.
Casare touched his sister's head, walked over, and looked at the soup mixed with corn and ham, feeling complicated.
When he was a child, his family was poor, and it was not easy for his mother to feed them. She often went to the vegetable market to pick up leaves and vegetables to make a pot. Later, when he became rich, the taste no longer existed.
"Drink quickly," Camila Sodi urged.
Casare smiled, picked it up and took a sip, "It tastes good..."
He has never drank anything now, but the taste is different when his mother makes it.
Camila Sodi was very happy, "Wait a minute, there will be other dishes."
Casare nodded vigorously. This was an easing of the tense relationship between mother and son. He also A little nervous.
"Brother~" Little sister Felikna came over and pulled him.
"What's wrong?"
The little girl took out a Barbie doll and showed off, "Does it look good? Today my aunt and her family came and bought me a gift."
< br>Casare nodded, "It's good-looking, as good-looking as my sister."
"What's the matter with Auntie and the others?"
"I don't know, my aunt brought a strange man, whom I didn't recognize. They chatted in the room for a long time. I was downstairs and didn't hear it." Felikna shook her head and said casually.
But when Casare heard this, he was suddenly startled. His throat gulped, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't help but frown.
Strange man?
“Here it comes, chicken and corn red and white soup.” Camilla Sodi brought the dish and put it on the table.
"Mom." Casare suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
"Auntie, what did she do here today?"
When he asked, he stared at Camilla Sodi.
The other party's expression was obviously unnatural and her face was stiff, "She...she just came to ask me to borrow some money."
Casare shook his head in disappointment, "Mom, when you lied , your hands will squeeze together nervously.”
Snap! !
He slammed the table and stood up angrily, "Tell me, what is she doing here?!"
Camila Sodi was a little scared when she looked at her increasingly powerful son. His eyes said, "Your aunt... brought a businessman here, hoping to meet you. He gave us 600,000 US dollars, and I..."
What a great honor!
600,000!
"There are other things, mom. My patience is very limited." Casare said with a sullen face, "That's not an ordinary businessman."
Camilla Sodi couldn't even imagine that she The son became so alert, and nodded slightly bitterly, "He said that he serves the US government, and he hopes you can help them. As long as you tell them a problem, they will give you 200,000 US dollars, which will be directly charged to your card."
Seeing her son's gloomy face, she quickly continued.
"Casare, they also said that if you agree, they will let you serve as the governor of northern Mexico to replace Victor."
"They will also let your younger siblings be admitted to Harvard, Accepted by Yale University.”
"And...and..."
"Enough!!" Casare pushed the food on the table to the ground with force, and pointed at Camila Sodi angrily, "You know you What are you doing? You are betraying Victor!"
"No! Casare, they just want you to overthrow Victor. There is no way he will survive, you have to think about yourself and your brothers and sisters..." Camila Sodi said loudly.
"Shut up!"
Casare ran to the sofa angrily, took out a gun from his briefcase, pointed it at the other person, his face flushed.
"We are where we are now, all thanks to the boss. You want me to betray him? Has your conscience been eaten by the Americans?!" Camila Sodi's hair suddenly stood up when the gun was pointed at her. The pupils shrank, "I am your mother, Casare, I will not lie to you."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Camila Sodi's pupils froze and she sat down on the ground. A black bullet hole appeared on the wall behind her.
The younger sister, Felicna, was holding a Barbie doll next to her and crying.
The guards who heard the gunfire rushed in.
This is the residence of the Northern Army's top brass, so of course there are guards. When they came in and saw Casare holding a weapon, they all looked at each other.
"Sir, calm down." The leading officer said hurriedly.
“Lock her up and don’t allow anyone to get close to him without my order.”
The officer leading the team was startled. His son imprisoned his mother?
"I am your mother, Casare! Are you so cruel?" Camila Sodi shouted.
Casare pursed his lips and turned away resolutely. Hearing the howling behind him, he felt very painful in his heart.
He ran into the study and picked up the phone. His hands were shaking. There was sadness in his eyes, and his cheeks were swollen from the teeth.
But finally I made the call.
"Hey, boss, I have something to report to you."
…
After listening to Casare's narration, Victor said, "I understand."
"General..."
Just when he was about to hang up the phone, Casare shouted hoarsely.
"I demand that Camila Sodi be sentenced to death!"
Victor was silent for a moment, "It doesn't have to be like this, Casare, you are my brother, Camila Sodi is also my mother, we My mother has made some mistakes, which can be tolerated. Please spend more time with your mother."
"Boss..."
"Thank you, Casare, wait until the spring comes. Let's have a drink together, brothers," Victor said gently.
After hanging up the phone, Casare couldn't help himself. He raised his head, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes. He took the gun and walked out of the study. He heard Camila Sodi's heartbreaking sound in the bedroom. A lung-splitting roar!
"Let me out! Let me out!!!"
Casare looked at the guard, opened the door, and saw his mother's disheveled hair. When she saw her son, she took a step back. Then he pounced on me, "I was wrong, mom was wrong, Casare, please spare me this time, let me go, let me go."
"Mom, you told me since I was a child that what I did was wrong. Things must be punished.”
Camila Sodi’s pupils froze.
"You should go to the Tijuana Mental Hospital for the rest of your life. Don't come out. Auntie...you have to give me an explanation."
After Kasare finished speaking, he pushed her away and left without looking back.
"Casare Gonzalez!! You thunderous bastard, you are a bastard!!" Camila Sodi's voice behind her was very sharp, like a madman.
"Thank you for your hard work." Casare said to the guard.
The leading officer nodded and winked, and the two soldiers directly covered Camila Sodi's mouth and carried her downstairs.
Although the latter continued to struggle, how could it possibly be compared to the strength of several young men?
Snap...
Casare lit a cigarette for himself and said to himself, "Aunt... 37 years old, um... long enough to live."
Victor Wren at the command post He frowned, but then relaxed, and said to Jason Bourne, "Casare, my brother."
The intelligence chief was also a little silent.
I have to say that Casare is too loyal to Victor!
"It seems that the Americans are planning to kill me. What do our eyes in the United States say?"
Jason Bourne was about to speak when he heard rapid footsteps coming from outside, and then a knock on the door. The sound of the door.
“Come in.”
I saw Deputy Minister of Intelligence Augustin Przeucil come in with a quick letter in his hand and handed it to Victor, “Afro There is news from Dite."
Victor's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Aphrodite" is a code name, one of the twelve main gods of ancient Greece, and also an important personnel in the "Nail Intelligence Project" of the Governor-General of the North of Mexico.
No one knows whether he is a boy or a girl.
Only Augustin Przeucil, Deputy Minister of Intelligence for Foreign Intelligence, knew about it, and not even Victor knew about it.
The fewer people who know, the safer she (he) is.
The Americans can insert spies into Victor, and so can Victor.
It depends on whose counterintelligence work is great.
He received the briefing, which read: "On November 11, 1990, at 2 o'clock in the morning, Special Forces beheaded Company B (Paratroopers), 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, 1st Special Operations Detachment C Squadron (Delta Force), 1st Battalion, 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Nighthawk), and SEAL Team Six (SEAL Team Six) totaling approximately 212 Soldiers conducted the operation, as well as the 24th Special Tactics Squadron (Air Force Special Forces) and Intelligence Support Activities (ISA) to provide support ”
“The U.S. military will launch a conflict at the Mexicali Border Station to provide support to the Special Forces!”
“ The codename of this operation: Operation Gothic Snake!”
When Victor saw this codename, he raised his eyebrows, as it collided with his previous operation.
"It seems that you have done a great job in intelligence work." He raised his head and said to Deputy Minister Augustin Przeucir.
Americans have their pants pulled off!
With such private information, "Aphrodite" definitely plays the most important role. Victor is very curious, but he knows that curiosity will kill the cat.
"I plan to establish a foreign military intelligence department. You will be responsible for it when the time comes, and you will be promoted to major general."
"Loyal!" Augustin Przeucir sounded slightly excited. said.
Victor folded the information, "It seems that I have to let the Americans determine my location, report my whereabouts, and deceive these warriors. My knife must be ready."
"Yes." , General!”
Victor squinted.
The game begins.
Of course Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney didn't know that the internal plan had been leaked long ago. He was now running around naked, taking the plan to Bush for his signature.
The other party glanced at it, and then signed it quickly.
With the president taking the blame, the efficiency will be very fast.
0.21am on November 11, 1990!
The 128th Regiment of the Arizona National Guard launched an artillery attack on the Mexicali Border Station!
Bang bang bang bang…
The explosion shook the entire border guard station.
The Mexicali 223rd Regiment stationed here was ordered to counterattack!
Puff puff puff...
Santos spit out the sand in his mouth and shook his head. It was all dirt.
"The American bastards are here, get in position, get in position!" A commander outside shouted nervously.
He bent down and crawled out of the temporary hole. There were densely packed people outside, squatting in the grass, taking advantage of the night.
Who in the 223rd Regiment will be at the border station?
Isn’t that a beating?
A group is scattered in the woods on the hillside on both sides, forming a horn.
Santos and Zhang carried the M134 rapid-fire machine gun to a high point. The full name of this gun should be: Gatlin Minigun Green Vulcan Terminator Getter!
The two men were wearing night vision goggles and could clearly see that people and vehicles were advancing into the border guard station under the cover of artillery.
"Fire! Santos!" the order came from the headset.
He glanced at Canpost, who made an OK gesture, half-crouched, held the handle, and fired at the convoy!
The night is very deep...
The M134 rapid-fire machine gun swept out the smell of "hellfire" and produced a laser effect, flying over the heads of the comrades below.
Thug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug...
The sound of gunshots sounded like diarrhea.
The 6-barreled aviation machine gun is used for ground control...
It must be said that Victor really armed his troops to the teeth.
The armed Humvee that rushed at the front was blown up on the spot. The bullets were so heavy on the ground that the American soldiers could not raise their heads.
A few were unable to dodge and were beaten into sieves, with blood mist still scattered in the air.
"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" The commander hiding behind the M1A1 tank shouted loudly with a communicator and patted the tank's butt, "Kill the firepower point, kill him, Hausen."
The commander heard the order from the headset and asked the gunner to turn the muzzle.
“The angle is not enough!”
“The angle is not enough!!”
Beep beep beep!
A rapid siren sounded in the M1A1 car. The driver's face tightened and he glanced at the radar, "Rockets!"
Crash~!
The car body shook violently, the commander lost his seat and bumped into the side, the driver's foot was stuck on the accelerator, and the man passed out. The tank was lucky and was not blown up, but the infantry suffered. , the out-of-control tank rolled over the crowd recklessly, knocking down many American soldiers, and finally, amid screams of surprise, it hit the mountain and billowed out thick smoke.
In an instant, the U.S. military suffered heavy losses.
The U.S. National Guard VS the Mexican National Guard, it looks like the battle is fierce.
And just after the "Mexicali Border War" started, it attracted the attention of both sides.
In the dark night.
Eight UH-60 utility helicopters and 3 AH-64 "Apache" armed helicopters took off from the El Paso Army Camp in Texas.
American soldiers carrying out beheading missions are carried here.
"Gentlemen, our mission is to kill the Mexican tyrant Victor. You all know the battle plan. God is with us, Amen!" frontline commander Lieutenant Colonel Tom Mattis shouted.
He has some gray hair. After this job, he will move to the second line.
"Amen!" The comrades next to him also echoed.
Buzzing~
The propellers of the armed helicopters wrinkled the surface of the Bravo River on the US-Mexico border.
Flying towards the destination at low altitude.
The "11.11 conflict" officially begins.
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(End of this chapter)