Chapter 331 HYDRA! ! !
William Guderian wore a helmet, smoked a cigarette, and entered the city in a Humvee!
As the leader of the fifth regiment, he will be responsible for controlling this area, building an airport and protecting the railway here, as well as protecting the mines here and putting them into production.
This is the third largest iron ore mine in Mexico. It is of great strategic significance, and Victor needs them.
On both sides of the street, there were some embarrassed, nervous, and lost people standing. Some people even had hatred hidden in their eyes, holding bouquets of flowers in their hands, and numbly shouting lines of welcome in their mouths.
And behind them...
The collapsed houses, the bodies buried underneath, the dried blood...
It was like the mockery of the famous director David Fincher later.
William Guderian frowned and said to the adjutant beside him, "If we don't launch a war, in five, ten, or twenty years, people here will completely regard us as an invasion. ! ”
“Like... East and West Germany ”
The Berlin Wall only broke down the inner barriers, but in terms of system and life, they were alien to each other. It was not until more than 20 years later that East Germany slowly integrated.
“Drag 200 drug dealers out, chop off their heads, and hang them on every main street.”
“Understood!”
William Guderian took a breath Cigarette looked around with a sinister look, making everyone he stared at feel chilled all over.
"In front are reporters and group leaders, they want to interview you."
"Let them come."
The driver drove the Humvee to the side, not to block the movement of the army. The guards around him pushed the civilians aside and told them not to get too close. If it were Victor, maybe I will even pretend to be with you for a while.
But William Guderian had no such idea.
"Hello, Mr. Colonel, congratulations on capturing Torreon. What impact will this have on the overall layout of the Northern Army?" the male reporter asked with a microphone.
"We will maintain a high-pressure posture against drug traffickers and rebels. Torreon is an important transportation hub in the Midwest. We are here..." While William Guderian was talking, there was a sudden sound. The explosion came from the building next to it!
"Be careful!" The guard next to him hurriedly pushed him to avoid the armored vehicle next to him.
"It's okay, don't be nervous." William Guderian patted the guard on the shoulder, stuck his head out, and saw a thick smoke rushing out from the building next to him, and a group of soldiers rushed in , gunfire broke out.
The people below were running around in panic, screaming and making a mess.
About four or five minutes later, the Northern Army dragged two people out. One of them was covered in blood and it was obvious that he would not live long.
"Captain, there are five assassins. They originally planned to drop the bomb, but it probably exploded due to an operational error. Several other people were killed on the spot, but these two are still alive." The lieutenant who led the team saluted. Say it politely.
William Guderian stood up, smoothed his clothes, and walked over. He saw the injured man vomiting blood, and his eyes... fell out?
Half of his face was rotten.
The other man looked at William Guderian with fierce eyes, "The tyrant's lackey! You will die badly, our Southern Army will kill you! The freedom of drugs will eventually spread To all of Mexico! ”
Drug freedom?
William Guderian squinted his eyes.
"I don't like his eyes."
The lieutenant suddenly thought about it, took out his dagger, grabbed the other person's head, and in his horrified eyes, he thrust it very fiercely into the other person's eyes and stirred it hard. , amidst the screams, an eyeball was gouged out.
The drug dealer was rolling on the ground in pain, covering his eyes and howling miserably.
"Captain, I can remove all the tissues from his head." The lieutenant said in a muffled voice.
William Guderian admired his ruthlessness, "What is your name? Lieutenant."
The other party straightened his chest, "Af Eichmann!"
"Great young man, I now appoint you as the chairman of the post-war committee of the Fifth Regiment in Torreon, help me find the hidden The drug dealers inside."
"No problem, leader!"
William Guderian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the two drug dealers, "Hang them next to them. "
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but stopped again and said to Af Eichmann, "Hang those bastards who were killed by the bomb on the street lamp together to interrupt my speech. , he must be shot even if he dies.”
Yes, Guderian is so vindictive.
It was also because of his temper that Sigmut List of the 1st Marine Division allowed him to garrison this place. Anyone who makes trouble will be killed!
The bastard of the Northern Army stunned the drug dealers with one punch.
In Ciudad Juarez, Guerrero.
The drug traffickers placed their command post here, close to the coast, perhaps so they could run away when they felt they couldn't be beaten.
In a heavily guarded school, people can be seen busy coming in and out...
In a large room inside, there are also sand tables and maps, with more than a dozen people pointing and looking at them. Came very professional.
Gustavo, wearing a roman cass with a stand-up collar and a beard, has tired eyes. He, the leader of the Zapatista theological army, has been tired recently.
The death of his mistress and illegitimate child made him very worried, so he had to send his remaining relatives to the United States through the CIA, hoping to be granted asylum.
Myself?
Will be on the front line of the fight against Victor!
He should not be called the leader of the Theological Army now. This is an internal call. Externally, he should be the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army in Southern Mexico. But he is a little at a loss now.
After all, he was once just a priest, and he knew how to fight with trivial matters.
I don’t know anything about arranging troops or commanding on the spot. I don’t even dare to say one sentence about my advantages. Bah, it’s useless at all.
"Mr. Gustavo, what do you think?" Just as he was lost in thought, a strong voice interrupted his thoughts and asked.
He trembled, raised his head, his eyes were a little confused, looked at the white man opposite, and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I believe you, General Olson."
Jeffrey Olson was also a little bit confused have no choice.
He is affiliated with the US military staff with the rank of brigadier general. If the US military wants to support the anti-Victor alliance, of course it must send some advisers. He is one of them. He graduated from the Virginia Military Institute and has served as a staff officer in many overseas operations. experience, including a raid in Panama.
Experienced!
This is one of the reasons why he was dispatched by the US military, but he is not yet the commander-in-chief. There is also Defense Minister General Carl Warnow, but it is said that he is still lying in the hospital, dying. I don’t know.
"Then follow this battle plan." Jeffrey Olson said to the staff officer next to him. The latter nodded and hurriedly issued the battle order. He glanced at Gustavo next to him, who had another sad look on his face. , just like... someone died in the family.
Oh, it seems that someone did die in the family.
"Don't worry, the Pentagon will give you the greatest help. The assistance weapons are already on the way." Jeffrey Olson reassured, thinking that the other party was worried about the Northern Army, "The number of Victor's soldiers It's not enough. This is his shortcoming. You don't have to worry. When the front line is stretched, it will be time for us to fight back."
"I believe in you, and I also believe in the United States." Gustavo nodded vigorously. He said with a forced smile, but he paused, "My wife will be safe in the United States, right?"
"Of course! With CIA protection, there will be no problem." Jeffrey Olson said with a smile.
Gustavo felt a little more relaxed after hearing this and forced a smile.
唔唔唔~
The sound of rapid footsteps came, and he saw his brother-in-law, also his confidant, running in, holding a box, "Brother-in-law..."
Gustavo doesn’t know why, but he always feels uncomfortable.
"This...what is this?"
His brother-in-law also had an ugly expression. He didn't know what to say, so he opened the box with a muffled voice. The American Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson took a look, and his eyes widened and he felt nauseated!
There are ten fingers and two eyeballs lying inside!
Besides it is written: You don’t have a son—Victor!
“Ah!!!” Gustavo burst into tears immediately. This is his only son, and this is gone...
Who said foreigners don’t favor sons over daughters? of?
Look... I cried harder than anyone else!
His hands were shaking while holding the box, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He turned his head sharply, looked at Jeffrey Olson, grabbed him, and pressed him firmly on the table. !
The US military staff officers and drug dealers nearby were all confused.
"Hey! What are you doing! What are you going to do!" the American consultant shouted loudly, pointing at him, and Gustavo's brother-in-law was also busy pulling him.
This is dad, you can’t hit him!
Jeffrey Olson stretched out his hand to signal them not to come closer, and met Gustavo's eyes, "I...I'm sorry, too."
"Faq! What's the use of being sorry! I shouldn't have I believe you, the CIA has even had its own director dead for two terms, how can it still protect others?"
"I hope you will pay attention to your words, Mr. Gustavo, you should understand what you want to say now. What is it? We will definitely investigate this matter, but if you are so rude again, you will know the consequences."
Quarrel Officer Jeffrey Olson also had a dark face.
Bullshit, who can be in a good mood when being pointed at and scolded? Saying that two CIA directors were killed, isn't this just a slap in the face?
Others quickly grabbed Gustavo and comforted him.
Jeffrey Olson took a deep breath, glanced at Gustavo who fell on the ground, with a gloomy face, walked out of the satellite phone on the table, and pressed a number outside. After two beeps, someone picked up.
He suppressed his inner displeasure, "What's going on?! Why was Gustavo's son killed? Those idiots from the CIA..."
"Stop whining, Jay. Frey, something happened..." The person on the other end of the phone interrupted him directly.
Jeffrey Olson raised his eyebrows. "The Pentagon and CIA headquarters in Langley were bombed last night, and three people were killed..."
Has your home been stolen?
“Who did it?!”
“I don’t know. People from the FBI and CIA are investigating. If they can’t be found, they will be left to Mexican Victor. The most important thing is that the three people who were arrested are Do you know who the people killed in the explosion are? One is the senior vice president of Raytheon, the other is the deputy director of the Pentagon, and the other is a direct descendant of the Krone family of the Texas consortium and the son of the current patriarch!”
A word suddenly flashed in Jeffrey Olson's mind.
"Angsa Consortium-Military Industrial Complex!"
So unlucky? Or are you just going to kill them?
Now that’s it, there’s a good show to watch!
"Do you have anything else? I'm very busy right now, Frank! God has definitely abandoned the United States, otherwise why would there be so many bad things!"
Jeffrey O Brigadier General Erson suddenly felt that his own affairs were not so important anymore, "No...no more."
"Then hang up!"
Listen to the busy tone on the phone.
Jeffrey Olson held the phone and raised his head. He seemed to see a huge whirlwind blowing recklessly on the North American continent!
The sun...
It was covered instantly.
…
“It seems that the KGB is still quite capable.” Victor said with a smile while listening to Augustin Przeucir’s report.
"They planted a bomb inside a female secretary, and then..."
"Those bastards don't know how to show mercy at all."
Tell others when using it Davarisi, now call me a stinker!
The list Augustin Przeucil gave to the East German KGB included revenge against several military industrial companies and several Angsa consortiums!
Why?
They are the main force supporting drug dealers!
Sanctions?
Victor is not just talking about it. Physical destruction is the best sanction method. This includes the assassination of key personnel of Boeing, Raytheon, and Northrop companies, as well as the assassination of several important departments. director!
The killing will make you tremble with fear!
Do you like money or life?
"General, we have intercepted the Spanish military intelligence. On February 9, the aircraft carrier Prince of Asturias fleet will sail into the Reviagigedo Islands, and here At the same time, the British aircraft carrier HMS Invincible will visit Guatemala and will conduct joint military exercises in the Pacific on March 1."
Augustin Przeucir looked solemn, "We also got. According to the news, southern drug traffickers and some Central American countries were invited to this military exercise, in the name of maintaining regional balance and ensuring free trade!"
"I think it is free drug trafficking," Victor said disdainfully. Don’t dare say anything directly! Just call them clearly and tell them that if they dare to join forces with drug dealers, they will be killed together!”
A third-rate country and a second-rate country, both still looking for their past glory?
To put it bluntly, light aircraft carriers are strategic force projection ships. They are two poor people who have no money and are still playing low-end.
Europe is also suffering from the harm of drugs, but you cannot completely ban this thing. Some members even think that it is better to unblock it than ban it. It can be controlled through legal means, and then taxed to achieve economic impact. help.
This proposal is really exciting!
How many people in Europe take drugs?
Over 60 million!
Including some addictive drugs, some people cannot afford them and even go to the hospital to get prescription drugs, because some ingredients in them have similar effects to drugs.
They dare not openly oppose drug control because this is the general trend.
But they don’t want this piece of cake to be killed by Mexico, and the historical hatred is mixed together anyway, so they plan to give him a look!
Everything is still for profit.
"Share the intelligence to the staff and ask Horatio Herbert Kitchener to lead people to come up with a plan to fight, how to fight, and how to kill them. All of them must be thought of."
"They are coming. As guests, we have to fight to keep our missiles full!" When Victor said, he looked at his points. It was not enough, so he had to keep killing!
The heads are being killed!
Augustin Przeucir nodded and said, "General, I found that our intelligence still has certain flaws, and I have an idea."
"Say."< br>
"We should set up a new department, and this department will not have direct contact with us. Its main task is to go around the world to establish new organizations, which can be companies, sects, charities, etc., and these organizations will penetrate into various The intelligence compiled within the country and many important agencies is fed back and summarized, and finally transferred to us by this department. We can save a lot of expenses, because many people have no idea that they are working for the intelligence department. "< br>
Holy shit!
How big a network of intelligence and connections does this have?
What many people say unconsciously is that sometimes, it’s just intelligence.
It can also create more benefits...
This should be a "MLM structure", right?
"I plan to call it after HYDRA, the super villain organization under the American Marvel Comics!"
Hydra? !
Victor leaned back and looked at Augustin Przeucir, "Are you still a comic fan?"
The other party laughed sarcastically, "I read it when I was off work."< br>
"Your idea is very good, but do you have any recommendations?"
"I think Heinrich Luipold from the cleaning department is very good, and there is also a man named Reinhard Te Ristan Eugen's captain is very good, I think they can serve as the first leader of HYDRA!"
Victor thought for a moment, crossed his hands and squinted, "Is it reliable?"
< br>“Their loyalty is unquestionable!”
“That’s okay, you’ll be responsible.”
He leaned back as he spoke, "I want to listen to the voice of the world!"
Augustin Przeucir put his legs together and saluted, "Won victory!"
< br>…
Socorro Island.
Hungry!
So hungry!
The mixed army on the island (drug dealers + Spanish soldiers) has run out of gas. Let’s put it this way, basically everyone alive has started eating XXX!
"Ah!! Ah!!!"
A heartbreaking roar came from the cave.
Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez struggled to be held down by seven or eight officers. He stared, trembling, and stared at the adjutant Emilio Mora standing in front of him.
"What are you going to do, what are you going to do! I am a brigadier general, I am a Spanish noble!"
Rudy Fernandez struggled hard without knowing where he got the strength, with a cry in his tone, He didn't want to die, but he saw desire and bloodlust in the eyes of the officers!
Emilio Mora swallowed, his eyes were also scarlet, and his voice was hoarse and blurry, "General... you... smell too good."
Yes, you smell too good. Got it!
Rudy Fernandez trembled all over and looked at them in horror.
"You..."
"Pfft..." Before he could finish his words, an impatient officer stabbed him in the neck with a knife.
The blood spattered out.
Rudy Fernandez struggled twice and died!
Just when Adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath to speak, there were rapid footsteps outside, and a soldier broke in with a joyful tone, "Sir, sir, the Spanish supply ship is coming. ”
Ga!
When he saw the general's body, his voice stopped abruptly.
"Sir...this..." The other officers were a little at a loss.
They don’t know whether to be happy or sad at this time, MD, those idiots in the Navy, can’t you drive faster? As long as it's five minutes faster, we won't make such a move!
Emilio Mora turned his head to look at the soldiers who broke in with faint eyes. Everyone looked over, and there seemed to be a cold light in their pupils.
The soldier turned and ran.
Bang!
He was shot in the head and fell in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching.
Emilio Mora went up and picked up the bloody dagger, put it into the soldier's hand, held his hand tightly, "Please die first."
The soldier's eyes were as big as corns.
His head tilted and he died.
"Sir Rudy Fernandez, has been assassinated!!!" Emilio Mora performed the skill of crying on the spot.
It immediately confused the people around me.
As expected...
They are not good people!
……
(End of this chapter)