Chapter 332 I love her, just like...a shark loves blood!
"Sir Rudy Fernandez, has been assassinated!!!"
When Alfonso, the captain of the Spanish supply ship "Columbus", came down, he saw a group of officers crying. , and on the ground lay the body of Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez.
The other party was startled, and his expression suddenly changed. He ran over and saw that the body looked pale and pale because of the blood drained.
"Who did it!" Alfonso asked loudly as he looked at them.
"I don't know, we were in a meeting, and a soldier suddenly broke in and gave him a knife." Adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath, "It must be the Mexicans, they bribed our people!"
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Alfonso always feels that this statement is full of loopholes. If the Mexicans want to kill you, do they still need spies?
MD!
Don’t you think too highly of yourself?
All of them looked like beggars, and there was a foul smell coming from their bodies.
Alfonso thinks there must be something fishy here!
An unknown secret happened on the island.
He glanced at the adjutant Emilio Mora with a gloomy look, and nodded slowly, "I will report this matter."
The death of a nobleman is nothing. Little things.
The identity of each person is different.
"According to the order, the Spanish Foreign Legion will take over the defense of Socorro Island and San Benedicto Island, and will take charge of all army soldiers." Alfonso said looking at this group of "beggars".
"? You mean, we can't go back to rest yet?" an officer asked with eyes wide open.
"This is the decision of the officers."
"Go to hell! I want to go home, I want to go home!" The officer went crazy. What a joke, he doesn't want to be here It's crazy here.
Mexicans…
It’s terrible.
He yelled and was about to run away. The soldiers on the supply ship were unloading supplies and turned around to look at him in surprise.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
A bloody hole appeared on the back of the officer's head. Emilio Mora's pupils shrank and he saw Alfonso holding a pistol in his hand. "Those who run away from battle will die!"
The soldiers standing behind him shouted He pulled the gun and stared at the group of people with an unkind expression.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
“We accept the order.” Emilio Mora was silent for a while, and finally accepted, “However, we must not station ourselves on the island. The Mexicans have very strong air power and bombard us back and forth. The losses will be heavy!”
“You just have to implement what the staff decides.”
I almost yelled out loud, "Do those idiots in the staff department know what war is?" Those who can fight have been cleared out long ago after Franco!
Don’t just act as an intermediary for “Jesus”. When the time comes, he will die, NMD, and the Spanish priest will have to work overtime!
"Don't worry, the Mexican plane can't fly over. Now everyone wants Victor to die. I don't believe it. He, a heretic, can still escape trial!"
Although Alfonso said firmly.
But Emilio Mora always felt like he was farting.
I can only nod my head in agreement.
Their "beggar army" stayed to dig bunkers, trenches and bulletproof holes to prepare for the next military operation.
The supply ship left.
The officer standing nearby opened his mouth, "Sir, we will die if we stay here!"
"Then do you want to return to the country and be spurned by others? We As a soldier, a soldier must have the consciousness of sacrifice!" Emilio Mora said it simply, but who wants to die?
They don't know why they come here to fight!
"Stay energetic, stop thinking. Give out the food and let the brothers be refreshed. There is still a fierce battle below."
The colonel looked at the supplies going away. ship.
Looking at the sky again, why didn’t the Mexican Air Force come and blow up the ship?
…
Boom!
A loud bang!
A section of the railway from Sonora to Jalisco was blown up.
The train plays the flute and brakes urgently!
The captain patted the driver on the shoulder nervously and cursed.
Knowing that they could not defeat the Northern Army on the frontal battlefield, the southern drug traffickers broke into pieces and sent small groups of troops to attack outposts and railways, making many trains transporting supplies passive.
"Boom~"
There was a dragging sound from the tail, and a rocket flew over from nowhere, blowing up the middle carriage directly. Hundreds of figures carrying weapons came out. He rushed down and exchanged fire with the guards!
Guarding this batch of supplies was a reinforced squad of about 20 people, equipped with Vulcan M61 aviation cannons. They fired at the people below. The firepower was so fierce that they couldn't even lift their heads.
“Let the dogs out! Let the dogs out!”
A dog ran towards the train with its tongue hanging out, a bomb tied to its body, and its posture was very strong. It was jumping left and right, dodging bullets. When it was four or five meters away, boom!
Rotten meat and blood were sprinkled in the sky.
The shock wave of C4 overturned the Vulcan cannon. The soldier fell on the rails and rolled back and forth, his face showing pain.
The group of attackers seized the opportunity and rushed forward...
The fighting lasted for about twenty minutes. When the armed helicopter that received the request for help flew over, only blazing bears were seen. Fire, and the corpses of Union soldiers randomly discarded on the ground.
Bang!
Northern Army Staff Headquarters.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener smashed the table hard with an ugly look on his face, "In half a month, we were attacked by 13 trains in total, and the total length of the track bombed exceeded 29 kilometers. The interception of supplies resulted in a loss of more than 7 million US dollars, with an average of one shipment a day. TMD, are all drug dealers in the south so difficult to catch? "
There were many senior officers standing opposite, and they still said so when they were scolded. Keep your head down.
“They come and go without a trace, we can’t catch them at all...”
"Can't catch it? Isn't the reason why I can't catch it!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener yelled loudly. As soon as the curse came out of his mouth, he heard a voice outside, "Horatio, curse!" It’s not a good habit.”
Victor walked in with a cigarette in his hand.
The chief of staff stood up quickly and shouted nervously, "General, I'm just angry..."
"Of course I understand your pressure. It's okay. There is always a way to solve it." Victor smiled, took a document from Augustin Przeucir who was accompanying him, and stuffed it into his arms, "There are still many dishonest people in our territory who like to hang out with drug dealers and also like to accept The gift of drug dealers, forgetting the barbarism of the Northern Army, slaughtered them according to the list here."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener opened the folder, and dozens of them appeared densely on it. The name of a village!
His expression suddenly changed, "General, this... this will arouse public anger."
"The southern drug guerrillas need footholds and supply points, and they are all here. After slaughtering them, Move people from Sonora and Baja California Sur and give them the most fertile land and the best policies."
Victor said this lightly, even taking a breath of cigarette. But everyone present felt like their hairs were rising. This...how did this make him and others look like villains?
However, this is the most effective way.
Drug guerrillas have to eat. If there is no village to help you, it depends on you. “No distinction between men, women, old or young!”
"Yes, General!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood at attention and accepted the order.
A smile appeared on Victor's face. "So, don't be angry. Any problem must be solved calmly. The worst case scenario is the use of violence. We are a violent organization. Anti-drugs are not a treat."< br>
“The drug traffickers in the south are dishonest, and even other small countries are not friendly. Libya even said at the United Nations that it hopes to send peacekeeping troops into Mexico. Is there some shit in Gaddafi’s head?”< br>
“They all think we are weak and can be bullied. Help me find a way to kill the British and Spanish fleets and show them what courage means!”
Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyes flashed, "Who is Gaddafi?"
Never heard of it!
But the general's requirement is the loyalty of his subordinates. His face condensed and he nodded vigorously, "We already have a preliminary idea. We believe that we cannot allow the British and Spanish fleets to join together. This will increase the difficulty. We should Defeat each other!"
Victor raised his eyebrows and listened to the other person continue.
“According to intelligence, the Spanish fleet will dock in Suriname, we can find a way to get rid of it there!”
Suriname...
Victor looked at Augustin Przeucir behind him, who nodded, "There is someone."
Look, this is called the intelligence chief!
Victor felt relieved and smiled at Horatio Herbert Kitchener and said, "I can do it for you."
Chief of Staff:? ? ? ?
Is there some power that I don't know about?
But he is still very smart and knows that there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said.
In fact, when Victor was still the governor of Guadalupe Island, he knew the importance of the intelligence department and work behind enemy lines. He cast a wide net and sent many people to infiltrate North, South and Central America. An armed organization was established!
After more than a year of continuous expansion of investment.
Although they are small in number, they are still considered a small force. They will work with local anti-drug organizations to wage war against drug traffickers.
One of them is the Colombian Black Panthers, currently active in the mountains of southwestern Colombia, with more than 1,200 members. They are regarded as "rebels" by the local government and anti-government forces. After all, drug control has destroyed their interests.
But these people can always pick up some "large-caliber toys" in the woods, and often use the terrain to beat the opponent at a loss.
Suriname’s armed force is not large, with more than 200 people, but if it is used to its advantage, it will be really good.
These will also be one of the organizational structures of HYDRA.
Heinrich Luipold cannot be allowed to be a "bachelor commander".
"Take the weakest ones first!" Victor said in a tone of voice.
Spain, let’s knock your big teeth out in Assi!
"Gentlemen, glory belongs to Mexico, glory belongs to victory, victory!"
"Loyalty!!"
A group of people in the staff shouted loudly.
After Victor came out, he was about to go to other departments when the secretary behind him trotted up, handed over the phone, and said softly, "Miss Belsalia."
Victor was startled and took the phone. , "Good afternoon, my dear."
Bersaria opposite had obviously cried, and her tone was very wrong, "Victor, take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."
"?? What's going on? Who bullied you?"
"My grandfather, that old antique, wants me to break up with you. He doesn't allow me to interact with you anymore, and he wants me to break up with other powerful children. Go on a date.”
"And...he might become the defense minister again."
Victor's eyes narrowed immediately, "Wouldn't that be great?"
"He wants to deal with you every day, He also told my father that if he comes to power, he will start a war against you."
The old man was fucked red-hot? Are you going to start driving directly?
A storm began to form in Victor's mind, but he comforted her and promised to bring her out. Only then did Belsaria feel relieved and reluctantly hung up the phone.
Snap~
Victor threw the phone back to his secretary, Augustin Przeucir, "Did you hear it all?"
It's hard not to hear it, now the phone sounds are relatively loud big.
"Do you think it's possible for us to get Donald Rumsfeld to side with us?"
It sounds magical.
Really...
But Augustin Przeucir didn't even blink, he just said, "The United States is the United States, power is power, and the Rumsfeld family is the Rumsfeld family!"
“For those of them who have climbed to the top of the food chain, there is no mercy and nothing is impossible. Don’t enemies and friends only care about the benefits?”
“In There is only one rule in this world, be a hunter or a prey, and he will definitely want to go further. If we can help him, then we are like-minded partners."
Victor took the last puff of cigarette in his hand. After drawing it, he threw it on the ground. Even though he was in this high position now, he still remained diligent and frugal. He would never waste the last bite of a few yuan camel.
He smiled.
"You know, I love Belsaria very much."
He paused, "Like a shark falling in love with blood!"
"Take her with you Come out and send a message to Mr. Donald Rumsfeld. The 40 million people in northern Mexico can be his backing. Doesn’t he now control the Immigration Administration? As long as he moves his fingers, he can get dozens more. Ten thousand or even millions of votes”
Augustin Przeucir nodded.
The bodyguard drove the car over, and the secretary hurriedly opened the door. Just as he was about to sit in, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you feel that sometimes I am playing with a woman's feelings?"
The intelligence chief did not expect that the boss would be like this. Asked, there was a bit of downtime.
“For political creatures, we only need to be able to move our lower body. Don’t think about love. This thing is very cheap and a waste of time. A man’s mission should be to conquer the sea and land.”
"Politics requires sacrifice, of course, the sacrifice of others."
After Victor finished speaking, the window rolled up.
Augustin Przeucir bent down and picked up the cigarette butt that the general had smoked. The subordinate next to him took a vacuum bag and threw it in.
See, this is called professionalism!
"Are you in love? Kaspersky?"
The subordinate who was asked was startled, his eyes were a little blank, and he nodded, "Of course, but she doesn't like me, her The family is a bit poor, with a gambling father, a sick mother, and a young brother. She is sensible and doesn’t want to drag me down.”
“She is in Red Rose, number 812”
"???"
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(End of this chapter)