Chapter 354 There is a spy within us!
Victor hates Americans very, very much.
I don’t know why, but these guys have a disgusting and disgusting impulse.
"Mr. Governor...Mr. Field Whitney is going to die." Brazilian representative Enrique said tremblingly next to him. Looking at the American with blood on his face from the corner of his eye, he was a little frightened.
Latin America is rich in tyrants!
For example, Mexico’s iron-fisted tyrants: Porfirio Diaz Mori and General Victoriano Huerta.
Manuel Estrada Cabrera of Guatemala.
General Maximiano Hernandez Martinez of El Salvador believed in witchcraft and was unable to govern the country well during his tenure.
There is also the Somoza family, which has ruled Nicaragua for more than 40 years, the lackeys and minions of the United States.
There are countless such powerful figures, most of whom came to power through military coups.
So there is a saying: magical, expressive and mythical Latin American style.
Many people do not have a great impression of the United States.
Oh~ I have rebelled and become the master of my own country, and now you, the United States, are still going to give me advice?
But most tyrants still pretend to be "modest".
How can he be like Victor, giving someone an ashtray when he comes up?
"Going to die? Are you there? Go and have a look."
Propaganda Minister Goebbels nodded, walked over, grabbed Field Whitney's hair, and dragged it to a washing stone next to him. He went up, looked around, and asked someone to bring the ax from the door of a house.
Lift it up!
With a ferocious expression on his face, he struck hard at his neck!
My head just dropped.
Hiss...
Many people in the delegation standing nearby were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and some even peed.
After staying in the so-called "civilized society" for a long time, I always think that people outside will give up on you because of the name "United Nations".
What a joke!
Do you know what a military leader is?
European military leaders lack domineering power. Look at the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. What is Wei Bo Ya Bing and politics?
I am a military leader and I will listen to your politics!
Don’t talk about any nonsense with me. If you don’t make me happy, I will kill you. Obviously, Victor is not happy with Field Whitney.
George Smiley and others had expressionless faces.
The general has become more bloodthirsty recently. Perhaps in order to stretch his muscles, drug dealers in Tijuana prisons will be pulled out and killed with his own hands.
What about hammering, flogging, and beating? The criminals screamed.
Brazilian representative Enrique's face turned pale, he swallowed, his pupils were radioactively dilated, and his whole body was shaking.
He almost collapsed to the ground when Victor's hand patted his shoulder.
The American guy's neck was spurting blood.
When have you ever seen this scene?
"Don't worry, friends are here. I have good wine. If the enemy comes, all I have is a shotgun." Victor supported him and said with a smile.
Suddenly he turned his head, his eyes were sinister, like an eagle looking at a wolf!
Looking at the crying stenographer, "Write, Field Whitney died in an accident."
Propaganda Minister Goebbels slowly leaned over with the ax in his hand.
The stenographer hurriedly picked up the notes and wrote them down, but his hands were shaking while writing. After finishing writing, Victor snatched them away, looked at the delegation with satisfaction, "You should Please sign it.”
Under his pressure, everyone signed their names.
Victor handed it to Goebbels, "Publish a press release to announce it. We express our condolences to the family of Mr. Field Whitney."
Public opinion...
< br>It depends on who has the initiative.
Even if you find out later that Victor killed Field Whitney, if you publicize it in a big way, you will already be at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion.
"Let's go, gentlemen and ladies, I have prepared a welcome dinner for you at the Governor's Palace."
Victor pulled the representatives of Brazil and Venezuela from left to right, followed by others, surrounding him and leaving the slum.
As for the Yankee’s body?
"Feed the dogs." Goebbels threw the ax on the ground, glanced at it, and said to the bodyguard.
As for whether you are afraid of retaliation?
From the moment the U.S. military began to oppose and the political arena began to commit crimes, there was already a sworn relationship.
The most important thing is, I do whatever the general tells me to do.
One main focus: loyalty!
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It gets dark very early in North America.
In a tropical rain forest on the border of Guerrero and Michoacán.
You can vaguely see a camp inside.
The lights flicker and the figures shine.
This is the location of the 7th Missile Battalion of Southern Mexico, configured with two MGM-52 ballistic missiles, also commonly known as "Changmao!".
Drug traffickers spent a lot of money and got a lot of obsolete things from the United States.
The price is not cheap, and the range is still close.
The total is only about 120 kilometers. It is simply a fantasy to launch from here to Tijuana, but since it is revenge, then prepare to launch an attack on the city of Michoacán.
But there are "two or five guys" in the drug dealer group. Once the news about Ethan Hunter is released, it may not be easy to launch normally.
Pop!
In a camp wooden house, a man who was obviously drunk walked out. He was wearing a brown military uniform with the rank of captain on it.
Drug dealers in the south are becoming more and more formalized, but these military uniforms are really ugly!
He unfastened his belt and walked to a dark place to release the water. He shuddered and a jet of water spurted out, making a sound of ecstasy.
Just as he was about to pull up his pants, a hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind and dragged him into the grass!
Woooooo!
The captain stared and tried to struggle. A dagger stabbed into the artery of his neck. Blood spurted out. The bleeding slot on the military thorn accelerated the bleeding and stopped moving after a while. .
The painted "Ghost" Simon Riley pulled out the dagger, gestured around, and lowered his body.
I saw about a dozen people emerging from the bushes in the rain forest nearby.
Task Force 141!
Current name: Mexican Army 141st Special Forces Group!
Victor is well aware of the necessity of special operations in modern battlefields. Based on the original 89 people, the number has been increased to 312. Former First Class Sergeant John McTavish serves as the captain and has the rank of colonel!
312 people were selected from the 100,000 people in the Northern Governor's Palace.
The selection is self-registration and army recommendation. The period is one month. It will go through many selections. More than 3,000 people will participate, and 200 people will be selected in the end. The ratio seems quite high, but these 3,000 people themselves are The elite of their respective armies.
The mortality rate is still extremely high.
The last selection criterion is that a group of five recruits will be given a name by the headquarters. Find him and kill him!
Of course, it won't be too difficult. You can't just kill a certain top drug dealer. Most of them are drug dealer leaders somewhere in the border area.
If you die, the mission has failed.
Only the true brave can join Task Force 141!
Of the 3,000 people selected in the first session, more than 500 people made it to the final round. In the end, some people abstained and some failed.
I have to say that those who come out of this Gu cultivation mode will definitely be able to fight.
And Victor is not stingy either. Once you join, you become an officer, and the salary of a second lieutenant is much higher than that of a lieutenant in the ordinary army.
After receiving the order to dismantle the missile battalion, the battalion dispatched a total of 11 teams to infiltrate according to the given coordinates.
Simon Riley made a roundabout gesture, led the people along the black edge, installed a silencer on the assault rifle, and hey, he even let him get in and rush into the open space. There are two missile launch vehicles parked there. No matter what, they stick to the back of the two vehicles with time bombs.
Just wave your hand and run away.
These drug dealers have no sense of vigilance at all!
The countdown begins…
100 seconds!
When Simon Riley approached the wooden house where the captain came out just now, he ducked and faced the inside!
There were still several officers inside who were already drunk and staggering. When they saw the stranger who suddenly broke in, they were knocked down without their brains reacting.
As soon as a shot was fired here, the special forces who had infiltrated from the other side also threw a grenade into the dormitory area where the soldiers were sleeping soundly!
Boom!
There was an explosion, then the door opened, and a light machine gun was fired at the inside. Looking at people?
Look who!
Scan it and you’re right.
No one there could react and fell into a pool of blood in their underpants.
The officers on duty who heard the noise finally reacted, shouted and sounded the alarm, and the entire military camp was suddenly in panic.
Buzzing~
"Where are the people! Where are they?" There are also officers who are at a loss. Their clothes are all in pieces and they look like beggars. .
"Withdraw! Withdraw!" Of course Simon Riley will not fight a protracted war with them. The purpose of special forces is "special operations". If you ask them to fight a defensive battle with front-line troops, this is not natural. Looking for hardship?
When people pull up the bazooka, they will blow you into powder.
Don't make Special Forces a myth.
Look, doesn’t the third brother in India always get into trouble?
100 seconds...
1 second...
When the time comes, the time bomb starts to accumulate power and explodes!
boom!
A huge shock wave visible to the naked eye wiped out the surrounding area. The drug dealers didn't even open their eyes, and they died in a daze.
Trees in the nearby tropical rainforest were blown down.
The wild animals hiding in the darkness are panicking and choosing their own way.
On a sycamore tree in the distance, a cheetah stared at the fireball in the distance with humanized terror in its eyes. It was covered in fur and a low roar came from its throat. .
But he quickly ran away with his tail between his legs.
It can also feel the fear that brings!
Simon Riley and his men had already fled in a specially-made assault vehicle, and he did not even look back when there was an explosion behind him.
Real men never watch explosions.
In such an explosion, there should probably be no survivors.
Even if you are a Gundam, you still have to call me daddy now.
Speeding towards the territory of Michoacán.
But the operation was not all smooth. At the border of Coahuila and Nuevo Leon, the 141 Task Force that raided here encountered a counterattack from the enemy!
Joseph Allen, nicknamed "Private First Class", who was in charge of leading the team, stepped on a "landmine" used for perimeter security.
Fuck!
The drug dealers here are all experienced and are used to sneak attacks. They have placed landmines outside, which will definitely explode if you step on them!
Joseph Allen was killed on the spot!
Without the leader, the special forces with the highest rank were naturally taken over, but the drug dealers inside also realized that the combat effectiveness of this group was obviously wrong.
No head exposed.
Basically rely on the bunker to fight with the assault team for a long time, waiting for the troops to go around and hit the opponent's back.
"Withdraw! Withdraw!" Scarecrow, who took over, pressed his headset and yelled, patted the team member next to him and motioned for him to go back.
"Bazooka, suppress the enemy's firepower!"
A strong-looking fireman picked up an M136AT4 rocket launcher and fired it at the hiding drug dealer!
Pfft~
This thing flew over, and the drug dealer hiding over there was so scared that he ran out with his legs high, still covering his butt?
boom! !
Those nearby who couldn't dodge were directly blown over.
The price of the M136AT4 rocket launcher is less than 1,500 US dollars, which is very suitable for traveling with you. Recently, drug dealers in the south have begun to arm themselves on a large scale.
This thing...
It’s really cheap.
After the explosion, Scarecrow ran away with the people, and the drug dealer behind him chased him. He even took out the dog, looking like he was going to chase him to the end.
“Call border support!”
The people following Scarecrow squatted down and sent a signal for help to the positioning system according to the command.
Of course it is not the Joint Fire Support System (JFSSJASMINE) of the US military - JTAC. This is too advanced and the US military itself has not developed it yet.
Task Force 141 is currently responsible for locating and transmitting signals for assistance, and dispatching reinforcements based on the signals.
One word stands out: trench!
Basically surpassing many countries, nearly 300 countries in the world, Mexico’s current military strength is not an exaggeration, it is definitely in the top fifteen!
This is humility.
Not modest?
Top ten!
When Scarecrow and his soldiers retreated and ran all night, they were exhausted and the gang of drug dealers kept pursuing them!
Seeing that we were approaching the border, we ran out of bullets.
Just when he thought he was going to die in the line of duty.
Two Mi-8s on the horizon rushed over in the afterglow of the morning glow.
The chasing drug dealers' expressions changed suddenly when they saw this situation, and they ran away.
NMD doesn't respect martial ethics, but you still win in a duel?
Thud, tug, tug!
The Mi-8's cannon licks the ground, not dirty at all.
The drug dealers who were beaten screamed, but they also dispersed and ran in a very organized manner. The armed helicopter couldn't split into several halves and chase them.
These drug dealers are experienced!
He looks like a veteran at first glance.
Maybe...
Is he a Yankee?
…
Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun.
Bang! Bang! Bang! !
"Grand Master" Abrego smashed the table angrily, with angry eyes, "We have a traitor among us!"
He was just about to take revenge on Tijuana when he was raided at night.
And the coordinates are so accurate, how can this be justified?
Abrego glanced at everyone.
"Boss, you know, it's impossible for me to betray the organization. My parents were all killed by Victor." A bearded man raised his hand.
"Me too, I was scared to death by Victor's cannonballs. I am incompatible with them!"
Abrego's eyes looked at everyone, but they were not fixed on Yi. Sen. Hunter's eyes were a little complicated.
"Victor, what about you? Do you have anything to say? You are responsible for the intelligence."
"In three days, I will find out for you!" Ethan's eyes were sinister, " This bastard must be killed, he is destroying our interests!”
Well...
If you are cruel, you have to scold me.
Abrego's eyes flashed and he looked at the other person deeply. Compared with other people, he had been in the world for so many years, but he always felt that there was something about the other person that he couldn't see through.
"Okay, let's all disband. I'll leave this matter to Victor."
Everyone didn't know why he suddenly changed his style so quickly, but he was still very obedient. 's left.
"Wait, Victor, I have something to tell you."
Ethan was stopped just as he wanted to leave, but he still nodded and stopped, waiting for everyone to leave.
Abrego looked at him...
"A team of wild boys will come to guide the work in 4 days. At that time, they will launch an attack on the border. You will be responsible then."
< br>Ethan Hunter frowned.
I always feel like there is something wrong here!
……
(End of this chapter)