Chapter 345: Whoever you love, as long as you fight drug dealers, you can help them out!
Near the Suisside Iron Bridge in the town of Pullach on the southern outskirts of Munich.
This is the address of the famous German Federal Intelligence Service.
In the director’s office at this time.
Several senior German officials were sitting upright, looking at the Israelis in front of them with awkward, dissatisfied, or clown-like eyes.
"You have persecuted millions of our compatriots, are you still planning to let the blood of the Israelis be poured out on this land!"
This is a bit serious.
A middle-aged man in his early 40s knocked on the table, "Please pay attention to your wording," Mr. Gurian. "
"Wording? ! We don't need any wording in Germany! On this land, you owe us. The Mossad consul in Germany banged the table hard and said with dissatisfaction, "If you can't catch our murderer, just wait!" "
"Humph! ”
After he finished scolding, he walked away arrogantly and even slammed the door!
Everyone in the office is quiet.
I also have no temper.
If it were the Bavarian boy, now this guy comes in with a weight of 100 pounds and goes out with a square meter.
But since World War II, as a defeated country, Germany has been relatively "successful" and looks at the West, Europe and Israel.
After all, mustaches offend too many people.
He was pointed at his nose and scolded, but he remained calm. He is worthy of being a German.
"Okay, have you found any clues?" Intelligence Director Hans Fritz Scholl asked like a Maitreya Buddha, looking at his subordinates with his hands crossed.
"Mexicans." A deputy director said solemnly.
"???Are you sure?"
"After the Mexican intelligence agency kills them, they will draw their own symbols on their body parts. In several cases, we have found symbolic patterns."
"They never hide their methods. .”
The deputy director frowned, “Very arrogant!”
But they are so arrogant and have the capital...
The Germans haven’t found out where they have settled yet.
Hans Fritz Scholl took a deep breath and said, "Look! Together with Mossad, catch them!"
In fact, Germany and Victor have no enmity at all, but they have to share their friendship. Seeing that the Soviet Union is about to die, although there are still German troops stationed in the country, they will not be able to survive for a few more years. The Americans are about to become the new overlord.
Got to show off.
As soon as Director Hans Fritz Scholl finished speaking, he suddenly heard a huge explosion.
People in the office ran to the window in panic and stuck their heads out.
I saw a group of black mist rising in the distance, accompanied by bursts of screams.
"Director!"
A subordinate burst in from outside with a horrified expression, "It exploded! It exploded..."
"Tell me clearly, what exploded!" Han S. Fritz Scholl yelled, suddenly feeling uneasy.
“The car of the Mossad consul in Germany was attacked.”
Everyone in the office suddenly became silent!
With his mouth half open, Hans Fritz Scholl rushed downstairs with others in a panic. Perhaps he was too "excited" and hit his forehead directly against the door.
The explosion site was only three or four hundred meters away from the intelligence department building.
When they arrived, the car had already burned out.
There is also a "fragrance" in the air.
The heads of the German intelligence agencies looked at the tragic scene with livid expressions.
It’s over!
After the fire was extinguished, the body was already charred, and Hans Fritz Scholl's face was almost distorted.
“We must catch the Mexicans!”
The bombing of the Mossad consul in Germany is no small matter. Dozens of German media and newspapers reported on it.
There was even a TV station that called in a retired intelligence expert to talk on the show, believing that the bombing must have been premeditated, lying in ambush on both sides, and detonating bombs when vehicles approached.
Just when the female host was about to speak, she saw the director waving vigorously below to signal that the call was being transferred.
"Okay, thank you very much, expert. We have a phone here. Please listen."
A voice with an obviously changed voice came from the other end of the phone, "Nice to meet you all, about Mosa The bombing of the German consul in Germany was actually very simple. We just installed a bomb in his car. "
We? !
Everyone in the studio cheered up.
The female host's eyes lit up and she wrote in a slightly tactful tone, "What do you mean, this is you..."
"Of course!"
"We solemnly warn Mosa Germany, shut up, this era does not belong to you yet, we will choose the next target..."
"Ambassador to Germany, please be careful, the wolf is coming"
"Oh, by the way, here we would like to thank the German and American intelligence agencies for their strong support, thank them for providing us with intelligence, and also thank some people for helping us install the bomb on the bottom of the car, thank you."
< br>MD!
It looks like an awards ceremony?
After saying this, he hung up the phone.
But the news that was broadcast was simply appalling!
The United States and Germany are actually involved?
The female anchor tried her best to smile, but she looked very stiff and almost cried in the end.
The "shit expert" called next to him was also dumbfounded.
Holy shit!
No way...
A church in the center of Berlin at this time.
Pa~
There was a sound of bubbles.
Augustin Przeucir drank the Pepsi in one gulp, feeling cold all over.
Looking at the dull eyes of those people on the TV show, he felt a little sad.
Of course he had someone make the call.
If you are not arrogant, can you still call the Northern Army?
Mossad?
I will turn you into a Samoyed!
He flattened the finished can, squinted his eyes, and smiled with his mouth open.
"Minister."
At this moment, a subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, "We found out why Mossad is targeting us."
"Mossad is selling drugs. ! ”
Augustin Przeucir’s expression was still calm, he had thought of this answer.
In fact, many people sympathize with Israel, and it is true that the Germans have gone too far.
But after the establishment of the country, they legalized brothels and now a quarter of the country's population is addicted to opioids.
And...
I have found Mossad's name in the hidden lists of many drug lords.
For example, the Tijuana drug cartel...
Victor found the Benjamin brothers' ledger in a safe.
It says that it provides drugs to the CIA, Mossad, CIA 6 and even many terrorist organizations!
And they provide safe protection for drug cartels around the world.
However, no one could have imagined that Victor, a "macho man descended from the sky", would appear in Mexico and make everyone scream.
The global share of drugs has decreased by 35%!
All this money was earned by the Golden Triangle.
But everyone can see that Victor hates drugs, and it may not be long before the Golden Triangle is also beaten.
Many countries have begun to hope that the United Nations will remove Victor from his position as director of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
Israel is not a rich country. Mossad needs income and intelligence work needs expenditure.
The same is true for the Mexican intelligence department, which has increased every quarter and now even accounts for 25% of military spending!
So, Victor’s battle is not just a battle against drug dealers, but a battle against the entire world!
Too many people live on drugs.
“Death to drug traffickers!” Augustin Przeucir stood up and said fiercely.
“Get the big shot first!”
The subordinates nodded vigorously and saluted!
"Victor!"
…
Michoacán.
It started to rain heavily.
The muddy road is very slippery.
A truck tire was spinning in the pit. Many people behind it were pushing hard, the engine roared, and the mud on the tires hit people.
But he couldn't move yet. This is a group of drug dealers who have retreated from the front line. They are eager to defend: Morelia!
In the car, several American staff officers were sitting inside.
"Higher men" don't need to go down to push the cart, smoke cigarettes, and discuss some topics that all men like.
The low voice was heard through the glass, and the drug dealers outside were already unhappy.
"Fuck you son-of-a-bitch Yankee!" A bald man with tattoos wiped the rain and sweat off his face and cursed with his head lowered.
"Stop scolding and save some energy." The companion next to him was also weak.
“I really want to kill them and then join the Northern Army.”
The drug dealer standing on the other side almost laughed out loud when he heard this, “You go to the Northern Army. , that tyrant will not let you push the car, he will stuff you under the tire of the car, and the drug dealer will join the anti-drug force, ha... hahaha."
The tattooed man was unhappy when he heard the other party's duck. With such a sound, I couldn't help but kicked him over.
He directly kicked the opponent over.
That man doesn’t have a good temper either. What kind of good temper would someone be able to be a drug dealer?
The two stood up and started fighting, rolling mud on the ground.
The drug dealer leader who heard the commotion came over and saw this scene. He went up angrily, but the one with red eyes dragged him and beat him together!
The drug dealers nearby clapped and cheered loudly, and even the Americans couldn't help but get out of the car to watch the fight.
"What's the sound? Did you hear it? Mike." A Yankee heard movement in the air and raised his head, but there was nothing in the fog.
The companion next to him raised his head in confusion, "Is there any?"
At this moment, the warning vehicle in front suddenly sounded the alarm!
"Air strike!! Air strike!!" shouted from the loudspeaker.
Huhuhu~~! ! !
Three A-10 attack aircraft emerged from the clouds, and the 1,350-round 30mm GAU-8 7-barrel Gatling cannon opened fire!
Puff puff puff puff...
The bullet directly blew up the body of a drug dealer, the American consultant in the truck was beaten into a sieve, and the multi-ton vehicle was knocked off the ground tens of centimeters.
The nightmare of tanks, the turret in the sky, with full firepower, no one can stop it!
Whoever invented the warthog is a genius.
Although the speed is not fast, they are really powerful!
Nearly 4,000 rounds of bullets cut the drug dealers on the ground to pieces, and a group of 250 fired rifles into the sky.
Hope...it can be swept down.
This kind of fighter mainly provides firepower to ground troops. From the side...
When he appears, it is also when the Northern Army appears!
Sure enough, tanks and armored vehicles were seen rushing over on the road in the distance, and they started firing artillery a few hundred meters away.
The explosion caused the supporting drug traffickers to flip over and howl in agony.
No one can provide them with tactical guidance at all. Those who were bombed were hiding everywhere like flies. Some brave ones can still fight back.
Those who don’t have the guts run away.
Integrated air-ground strikes have become increasingly complete and mature in the Northern Army system, but for drug traffickers, they have never heard of it!
This kind of tactics used by the regular army to fight drug traffickers...
Iraq surrendered under this kind of bombing.
When the infantry arrived, they were basically collecting the corpses.
The car of the 16th Regiment ran over the broken limbs and broken arms, making a crunching sound of bones breaking, just like...
It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Ludwig Baker sat expressionless in the car, holding a map in his hand.
He is now the leader of the 16th Regiment!
Five months.
From company commander to regiment commander.
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
Sure enough, he was promoted quickly during the war.
The main thing is to capture El Mencho, which is not a small achievement.
"We are not going to Morelia." He suddenly said, "Order A Battalion to speed up and knock down the El Infiene Reservoir and build defenses here. B Battalion moves forward and is stuck. The suburban train station in Katio is a transportation hub. Drug dealers must pass through here if they want to go to Morelia. "
"C Camp is guarding the western Roruyo Mountain with me."< br>
The accompanying adjutant next to him wrote down the order and marked it on the map, "Captain, don't we go to Morelia to help?"
"The friendly forces in Jalisco will go, we just need to hold on to the reinforcements." Ludwig Baker was very calm.
If a regiment cannot withstand the reinforcements of drug dealers from several cities in the west, all strategies will be rubbish.
He patted his chest, which contained his suicide note.
Always be prepared to sacrifice.
“The country is in danger, please start from yourself!”
American advisers in the drug traffickers' army are also angry.
Suddenly the situation became like this.
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, who was in charge of the southern drug dealers, issued the order immediately after the attack in Morelia.
Use all possible forces to surround the capital!
Even mobilize drug dealers from the next state.
Even the Air Force was sent out.
The Yankees were generous this time and supported 6 F-16 fighter jets. Of course they paid for it.
Currently, the government is still negotiating with the South for exclusive monopoly rights on mining resources and natural gas, which means that by selling these to the American consortium, they will receive more investment.
Of course drug dealers cannot fly such a high-end third-generation fighter jet.
We very considerately recruited "amateur" pilots for them.
Six F16s took off from the airport in Guerrero and flew towards Morelia, with the purpose of intercepting the Northern Army's bomber group.
Both sides meet over the target.
The bomber group was escorted by the Mexican 2nd Formation, and its captain was Hans-Ulrich Rudel, nicknamed "Cannon Bird"!
He and three other F16s escorted him. When he saw the radar showing that the enemy was approaching, he broke away and rushed towards the enemy!
4VS6!
Victor's soldiers are never afraid of a challenge!
“Avoid!”
“Turn left defensively!”
“Look at the enemy and fire freely!”
“The R31 left the frame as soon as it fired ! ”
Hans-Ulrich Rudel looked at the missile coming towards him. He rolled over and the missile grazed towards his belly. He pressed the launch button and an AIM-120 missile rushed towards the target.
There was also a veteran on the opposite side. He dived upwards. The driver sitting inside looked around sharply, and the voice of his teammates came from the headset.
"The enemy plane is 1 km from your eight o'clock direction!"
Through the clouds, the high-altitude warnings kept ringing. Before he could react, he saw an F16 heading towards He rushed over aggressively.
It seems like I want to die with him.
He was so frightened that he rolled over and evaded quickly!
The two cockpits are across each other, and both can see the enemy on the opposite side.
Boom~!
The engine sprays, the air is torn, and the sonic boom continues!
10 aircraft engaged in an air battle over Morelia.
The civilians below who heard the noise looked at the sky with their mouths open.
They don’t know what tactics are.
But just know...
We are anxious about each other!
With a sudden bang, a fireball exploded from the sky and fell down.
"Hit! Hit!"
"Who, who hit whom?"
A group of people asked around, but the planes were all about the same, so who could see clearly.
“Well done!”
Hans-Ulrich Rudel shouted on the channel, “Enemy exchange!”
He rushed towards an F16 that he had been staring at for a long time.
The opponent's missiles were gone, so he could only use his cannon to start strafing. He was very bold. When he saw the opponent sweeping over, he used a standard "falling leaf" to quickly change the course and circle back to lock!
"Lock! Lock! Lock!"
"Boom!!"
When the button was pressed, the enemy plane didn't even respond, and it exploded at close range!
4 to 4! !
Two F16s were killed in a short period of time, and the group of people began to feel frightened. They lost their numerical advantage, and it seemed that the other party's combat skills were better than their own.
After a few minutes of entanglement, the order to retreat was given.
If you don’t run, you will die.
Hans-Ulrich Rudel did not pursue him, and the aircraft performed defense in the air, allowing the bombers to continue attacking the target!
The hatch is open!
Drop two BLU-82 bombs down below!
Eat some big shit, drug dealers!
Your grandfather doesn’t have many things, but he has many bombs.
Boom! !
It's dawn!
Such a bright light also appeared in Japan on August 9, 1945.
However, the Japanese were quite enthusiastic at that time.
……
(End of this chapter)