Chapter 346 Whoever hinders my drug control is a drug dealer!
Morellane can only say that he is anxious.
The combat effectiveness of the fourth battalion led by Manstein is still very good.
The entrance to the military camp was blocked by armored vehicles, and all the drug dealers who were resting inside were killed!
And the TV station and the city hall are only two kilometers apart, and drug dealers are stubbornly resisting here!
Okay...
Now all that’s left is the pit!
Two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.
Good guy...
Blow it up!
The original modernization changed from the city to the scorched earth.
The Northern Army is so unpretentious and has a bad temper.
The TV station on the 10th floor was directly destroyed, and the air was filled with dust from gravel and rubble.
The soldiers of the fourth battalion who had collapsed again stood on the ruins, their eyelids trembling.
A lieutenant and his men were looking for "survivors" when they saw a bloody hand emerging from the rubble. He kicked it and the hand flew several meters away!
"Platoon leader, there must be no living people here, they have all evaporated." A corporal behind him whispered as he looked around cautiously.
Just as the lieutenant was about to speak, he suddenly stopped. He heard a voice!
"There is someone, find it!"
The soldiers behind him quickly dispersed in pairs and scanned the ruins.
Soon, someone discovered several drug dealers trapped inside.
"Platoon leader, here!"
The lieutenant ran over and saw people buried in a triangular crushing area. Because of this angle, they were not dead, they were just stuck, but He was obviously unconscious and was just moaning subconsciously.
Seeing the figure, he stretched out his hand and called for help.
The lieutenant glanced at the corporal next to him, who gave a cruel smile, pulled the bolt of the M249 machine gun, pointed the muzzle at the hole, and pulled the trigger!
At this moment, I declare you to be close-range bullet observers!
Chuchuchu!
The head was beaten to pieces. If black people saw it, they would think they were being discriminated against. It looked like a watermelon.
“Keep searching, find the living, kill them!”
“Yes, sir!”
The two BLU-82 bombs killed almost 400 people The militants were completely wiped out.
Only sporadic drug dealers are still using the terrain to fight against the trapped beasts.
The drug dealers cannot give up Morelia!
At the suburban train station in Catio in western Michoacán, Battalion B of the 16th Regiment quickly eliminated the drug trafficker garrison here and blew up the railway tracks with bombs!
Reinforcements are not allowed to go up!
"Get out of the car! Walk!" the accompanying US military adviser gave the order.
The train door opened, and drug dealers ran down from it with weapons in hand, walking towards their destination with the leader's shout.
"The Mexican Northern Army must have set up a defense line in front. If we want to rush over, we can only go around it!" Consultant Wilson frowned and drew lines on the map at his companions.
"It's still more than 200 kilometers away from the capital! Run over there and think you're a superman as a drug dealer." My companion asked with eyes wide open.
Wilson fell silent for a moment.
This distance…
My legs are broken from running.
More than 200 kilometers is actually very close. It only takes an hour or two for trains, planes, and buses to arrive, but you have to run for several days. When they arrive, it will not be their turn to collect the bodies.
"Plane! The Northern Army's plane is coming!"
While several American consultants were still studying "what to eat at night", the alert drug dealer shouted loudly, The voice was very loud, holding a tweeter, "Avoid! Avoid!"
Wilson and others hurriedly raised their heads and saw seven or eight black spots approaching.
"What is that?"
"B-24!!!" The companion was holding a telescope nearby, took a look, and couldn't help shouting.
This thing...
Developed starting in 1939, it was delivered into service and participated in actual combat in 1941. This aircraft was the largest large bomber produced by the United States during World War II, and it was also the most used bomber. The production of up to 19,000 aircraft established its position in the history of aircraft development. The B-24 bomber not only participated in the war in Europe, but was also the "air supremacy" in the vast sea and air battlefields in Africa and Asia.
Don’t look at it as old.
But it keeps getting stronger!
“Where’s the air defense!”
A US military “mercenary” accompanying him hurriedly ran over to pick up the stinger.
Aim at the "overlord" flying in the sky.
But…
Most individual anti-vehicle weapons are weapons of last resort. They can be used against vehicles, even light vehicles against heavy vehicles, and auxiliary vehicles against main battle vehicles. So don’t be desperate enough to count on them. That fire stick!
This thing, theory and practice are two different things.
If you fly a helicopter, you are lucky.
The Soviet Union claimed that the hit rate of the stinger was only: 10%.
This may be an exaggeration.
But you want to fight a bomber?
Idiot’s dream!
They don’t fight with you at all, they just drop “takeaways” in the air.
The Yankee ran away. Although he didn’t know what he left behind, it couldn’t be cigarettes that were thrown by the bomber.
“Eight rounds of 75 gallons of napalm, covering the entire territory!”
Buzz! !
Molotov cocktails dropped from the sky.
Bengbengbeng...
American consultant Wilson turned his head and saw the flames behind him spreading out, swallowing up the slow-running drug dealer.
“Ahh!!!”
He yelled and ran forward with a red face. At this time, he must be faster than the Olympic champion.
The coverage area of napalm bombs can exceed 2,000 square meters. If you drop eight of them, where will you run? !
Manpower is sometimes exhausted...
When Wilson couldn't run anymore and fell to the ground with his feet weak, he could only watch in horror as the flames swallowed it up!
There were no screams.
Seen from the sky, it is simply hell on earth below!
Napalm bombs burned the train, and there was no grass on the ground, a piece of scorched earth...
Burned corpses could be seen...
Beyond recognition...
A crow screamed strangely and stood on the branch, looking at the corpses around it with its cold eyes and shouting.
He rushed down, tore off a piece of meat, and then walked away.
All...all burned to death!
This is an armed force of drug traffickers with more than 2,000 people!
Of course, this is not just one person. The order given by frontline commander Kennedy is to "kill and injure the enemy's effective forces by any means."
You drug dealers dare to come out as reinforcements, and there will be no worries for civilians. Of course Throw it at your head.
Guerrero.
City of Querétaro.
Only 220 kilometers from Mexico City.
When Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, the top adviser to the southern drug traffickers, took the news, his hands were shaking.
“All...all dead?!”
"Intelligence from the Pentagon shows that they saw this scene using reconnaissance satellites." The adjutant next to him said in a deep voice.
“According to the Pentagon’s calculations and tests, the Northern Army should have used solidified incendiary bombs.”
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson looked at the photo in his hand, feeling a little nauseous, and took it out Throwing it aside, he took a deep breath and lit a cigarette to relieve his stomach discomfort.
“General, I don’t think Morelia can be defended anymore.”
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson was very unwilling and slammed the table hard, “Will it be possible in the future? Are we going to compromise like this? If the Northern Army loses its large-scale weapons of destruction, why should we just surrender?”
"Drug dealers' weapons are not of the same level." The adjutant shook his head.
“Where is Gustavo?” Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson asked the nominal leader of the southern drug traffickers.
Speaking of this, the adjutant was very dissatisfied, "He doesn't look like a leader at all now. He just looks for women all day long. Now he is among women every day and plans to have a son."
" ..."
Ever since his illegitimate son was killed by Victor, Gustavo, the leader of the "theological army", has suddenly lost his energy. He spends all day playing with women, waking up and playing with women. Playing with women even when sleeping.
It seems that he is very obsessed with his son.
How?
Do you think Victor’s killing is not satisfying enough, why don’t you let him kill another one?
With a dark face, Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson picked up the whip on the table and said, "Let's go!"
He led the men aggressively towards what Gustavo called " official residence".
A mansion in the city.
When Jeffrey Olson brought people over, he was immediately shocked by the scene inside.
In the swimming pool...
There were seven or eight female corpses floating, all naked, and the water was dyed red!
They seemed to have been severely abused before their death, and after their death, they were soaked in water for a long time, turning into giants!
Also attracts mosquitoes. Gustavo, on the other hand, smelled of alcohol and was lying on the ground next to the swimming pool with a flushed face, snoring.
"Faker! Faker!!"
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson's face was ashen, and the soldiers behind him couldn't help but vomited.
He took a deep breath, turned around and left.
"Abandon him and find someone else." He said decisively.
If a dog is useless, just replace it with another!
As for the discarded ones?
Then send it to trial!
After coming out of the villa, the anger in Jeffrey Olson's chest still couldn't calm down. Part of him felt that those women were pitiful, and a large part of him felt that Gustavo was mentally ill and had completely abandoned himself. .
MD!
The Pentagon spent a lot of thought on him.
“Throw Morelia out.”
When the adjutant got in the car, he suddenly said, “We can’t hold it anymore.”
“I will give it to the Pentagon. Apply for another military aid, there's still some old stuff in the warehouse that we don't need, it's not suitable for us, but it's suitable for the Confederates, I'll go talk to Elvis Salinas and get them to pay for it .”
Elvis Salinas was the titular President of the South.
Having served in the United States, he is considered a member of the US military and a puppet supported by the United States!
As for Gustavo?
It’s just that he has a greater influence, but after reading it today, even if you are Jesus, you still have to die. You are so incompetent!
The adjutant lowered his voice, "Raytheon wants to sell a batch of weapons."
Jeffrey Olson nodded expressionlessly, "Ask them to send someone here."
Raytheon is one of the American defense companies and has many products, from communications to semiconductors to infrared for missiles. They can do anything for tracking, and AGM-65 Maverick missiles, MIM-104 Patriot missiles, and AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles are their products.
There will be some defective products during the production process, and the US military will also return some weapons.
But you have to destroy the things you get back, which is really time-consuming from manpower to material resources and time, so you sell them to others through "third-party channels".
For example, terrorist organizations in the Middle East, armed warlords in Africa, and guerrillas in West Asia.
And consultants like Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson naturally also have "part-time jobs", selling some things for some defense companies and getting commissions.
You don’t have to pay the Pentagon’s account yet.
Everyone can make extra money, why not?
This is all business, you think.
Those like Victor who do not fight drugs for money are just stupid!
The Yankees hated him.
Hearing that Jeffrey Olson agreed, the adjutant took a long breath, nodded with a smile.
It’s great to make money!
......
"What? Retreat!" Osier Cardenas roared, grabbing the little brother in front of him, his eyes were scarlet.
As the patriarch of the Michoacán family.
Having taken root in this land for a long time, they are different from other teams. Their criminal structure is mainly composed of family members, relatives and friends, so they are also exceptionally united.
Even the so-called new generation of Jalisco later could not do anything to them, and El Mencho had to use a "cooperative" tone with him.
But now the new generation of Jalisco is gone, El Mencho is dead.
The Northern Army is coming.
The Southern Drug Traffickers Alliance that he joined actually asked him to retreat, and the gang abandoned Michoacán.
"Keep...I can't keep my brother anymore."
Osier Cardenas' younger brother said tremblingly beside him.
"We must defend even if we can't! Are you afraid of death? Even if we die, we will die here."
"We can regroup by going to other places. If we all die, When people are gone, there is really nothing." His brother also said that he was kicked to the ground by the angry opponent.
Osier Cardenas held a gun in his hand, "I will kill anyone who says run away again! Morelia can't give up!"
Gunshots outside suddenly rang out.
The shouts of the Northern Army slowly approached.
The younger brother who fell to the ground looked struggling.
Osier Cardenas punched and kicked his other relatives, forcing them to rush out and fight to the death.
"That's enough!" His brother turned on the safety and faced the other party, bang!
One shot to the head!
The patriarch of the Michoacan family stared in disbelief. He didn't believe that his brother would kill him? !
Others who saw this scene were also panicked.
"Don't mess up! From now on I accept the Michoacán family. The Northern Army can't stop it. Let's go, leave Morelia!"
He turned around decisively and left.
The relatives behind him looked at the open-eyed Osier Cardenas on the ground, trembling and hurriedly following him.
It will be too late if you don't run.
Morelia is now in a mess.
As long as you are walking on the road, you are bound to be shot by bullets, and all serious people are hiding at home.
Siege warfare transformed into security warfare.
Outside the small wooden house in the suburbs, Casare had not slept for more than ten hours, just sitting like this. As he said, he would sit as long as he could play in front of him.
"Sir, sir! Morelia has been defeated!"
At this moment, a soldier ran over and shouted loudly, his tone extremely joyful.
Jason Bourne looked happy next to him and turned to look at Casare.
The latter stood up slowly, his legs were shaking. He had been sitting for a long time. He was smiling and full of energy, "Send a good news to the governor! Please take credit for the fourth battalion!"
"Jack Sen. Burn, find Manstein and ask him to curb the military's behavior and try not to harm civilians. "
Try to... this word has a huge range.
Just don’t rape and kill like the US military.
So embarrassing.
However, it is true that the US military allows drug addicts, criminals and many people with mental disorders to enter the army. How can this system be good?
According to statistics, the number of sexual assault cases in the US military reaches about 15%! (I found it to be 40%, which is too outrageous. I think it should be lowered a little.)
Victor wants to lose face.
Jason Bourne said yes and took the people to the front line.
Casare looked at the city in the distance, and a surge of lofty ideals emerged, but he was uneducated and could only say, "Manstein is awesome!"
Tijuana.
Victor also received the news of Morelia's recovery and was very happy.
"Well done, congratulations to the 4th Battalion in my name. In one week, I will go to Morelia to award them with medals."
The secretary spoke next to him All recorded.
“Order Sigmut List to continue the attack on Michoacán and wipe out the remaining forces.”
Victor paused, "Form the Fourth Marine Division, assign 2 regiments to each division, assign Rommel as the division commander, and Fedor von Bock as the chief of staff!"
"The Fourth Marine Division The division is located in the state of Coahuila.”
The secretary paused, but still recorded this immediately.
Rommel was promoted directly from battalion commander to commander of the 1st Marine Division.
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
Take a rocket ride.
It’s useless for you, a noble person, to support you. You need a noble person to push your buttocks.
Victor took a puff of cigarette and said, "That's it for now."
The secretary nodded and hurriedly conveyed the order.
As soon as the other party left, George Smiley from the Thirteen Taibo came in, "General, Mossad has issued a new global wanted list. There are a total of 6 of us on the list."
He handed over the message in his hand.
In order to avenge World War II, Mossad would issue bounties on it from time to time. Many bounty hunters relied on this to make a living. Many German veterans of World War II were arrested and put on trial.
Victor took it over and took a look, and he was the first one.
Victor Carlos Vieri: 45 million US dollars!
Fourth place: Casare Gonzalez: 24.56 million US dollars!
Tenth place: Kennedy (Mexican military): 18.9 million US dollars!
No. 13: Augustin Przeucir: $9.2 million!
Thirty-second place: Jason Bourne: 3 million US dollars.
Ninety-seventh place: Kwaukemot: US$700,000.
There are 6 in the top 100. Those who don’t know may think that the Northern Army is some kind of terrorist organization.
The combined bounty amount of Victor in various organizations has exceeded 300 million US dollars!
Absolutely appalling.
Victor squinted, looking at the list, and suddenly raised his head and asked George Smiley, "Do you like eating Shreddedsquid?"
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(End of this chapter)