Chapter 380 "In the sea, we execute God!"
"Ah?! Help, help!"
"Shark! Shark!!!"
Flapping on the sea The southern drug traffickers and government soldiers shouted in horror and hurriedly swam toward the shore. The sharks under the water had long been stimulated by the smell of blood in the sea and their eyes were violent.
A bull shark was waving its tail, and suddenly it saw a slippery leg not far away in front of it. It bared its teeth, rushed forward, bit it, and dragged it directly into the sea.
"Ah!! Help me! Help me! Steve, help me..." The bitten hapless guy waved his hands vigorously and shouted to his companions who were running in front. They can go in together. Now he is stunned and doesn't even look back. .
"You have to be nice..."
Before the word "death" was uttered, blisters started to bubble up.
These sharks are well fed.
Thanks to Brother Victor for sending the drugs...
But there is some material.
More than a dozen soldiers climbed ashore and lay on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the fighter jets in the sky with horror.
"Run! Here we go again!" A man with the rank of sergeant looked in the air, yelled, turned around and ran away.
I saw a warthog about 70 meters away in the air, and it began to lick the ground unscrupulously and boldly!
You can see that the Vulcan cannon on the lower abdomen begins to make a muffled sound, buzzing~
Immediately afterwards, bullets chased behind their butts.
The bullets of the Vulcan cannon are not thick, only 20 millimeters. If they hit the body, it will be more troublesome to collect the corpse. It is mainly six-barreled. Do you want to run?
Unless you are Gundam!
"Spread out and run!!" But some people are not fools. The sergeant running at the front blushed and roared loudly. It was like a tornado under his feet, and he was about to get mad. Afterimage.
After hearing his words, the people behind him also understood that they would die if they continued like this, and they ran towards both sides with a tacit understanding.
And the warthog chased the sergeant.
"Fuck XXX! Why are you chasing me!!" He roared desperately, and then he suddenly became short of breath. His feet went soft and he stumbled to the ground. He couldn't get up again. Difficult.
The Vulcan Cannon nailed him to the ground instantly!
There are pieces here and there...
The pilot of this warthog obviously has obsessive-compulsive disorder. After killing the opponent, he pulled the control stick and soared into the sky.
At this time, the port was already ablaze!
It was difficult not to miss the high-explosive bombs dropped by the bombing formation. The decks of two Fletcher-class destroyers and one Bronstein-class frigate were blown away, and the bridge also suffered heavy losses.
Counterattack?
It would be great to be alive.
A Fletcher-class destroyer named "King Iturbide" finally couldn't stand it anymore and started to roll over with a wailing sound. This warship, named after the most brutal king in Mexico, was the first to fall down at this moment.
A whirlpool forms as it sinks.
The soldier who had just jumped screamed, but he was so frighteningly weak in front of nature that he was sucked down instantly, not even a whole body was left behind.
In the city four or five kilometers away from the port.
The military discipline of the southern army is still not good. His father is a Yankee. How good can it be?
6,000 people, officers and non-commissioned officers, all went out to eat, drink, and go whore in groups, which boosted the local economy.
Brigadier Alex Phillips, a Mexican-American, was watching Japanese girls dancing in a Japanese restaurant with several deputies.
“This geisha dance is really good!” He drank sake and clapped his hands, looking at the split sides of the barefoot geisha in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Nothing to wear underneath? ! !
He immediately reached up, stretched out his hand to grab the geisha's wrist, and pulled him into his arms. The geisha gave a light nod, and Alex Phillips went up directly and touched the geisha's earrings, " You smell so good.”
“Disgusting~”
Don’t say that a geisha is not a prostitute, but eating cat poop coffee is not eating poop?
Seeing that Alex Phillips is about to go deep into the tiger's den, what tiger? Of course it was Bai Hu. There was a rapid knock on the door outside, and the door was almost broken.
Mama Sang, who was sitting near the door, stood up quickly.
This mamasang still looks like she still has a bit of charm. Although her breasts are saggy, they are quite big, and she is wearing a V-neck, which makes her look very coquettish.
As soon as he opened the door, a lieutenant colonel ran in with nervous eyes.
"Brigadier! The port has been bombed!!!" He shouted sharply!
Bang~
The Japanese Kame Gong who was playing the harp held a piece of string in his hand. He stared and was at a loss. The geisha house was instantly quiet.
It was like...
Alex Phillips' eyes slowly widened, and then he pushed the prostitute away and rushed out with a strange scream.
His mood...
When the emperor stood guard for MacArthur and the latter flirted with his wife, he was in the same mood outside.
Alex Phillips ran out of the geisha house, and the other lieutenants behind him hurriedly followed. Some people panicked and eagerly pulled up their pants and ran outside.
On the street…
Chaos!
Hundreds of people stood in the streets, watching the Union Army in the sky.
"Ah!! I'm drafting XX!" Alex Phillips's eyes were red and he was about to run back to the port, but was grabbed by someone.
"My ship! My ship..."
Those were the only warships in the Southern Navy, and they were all blown up.
Go back by yourself...
Not to be shot?
"Brigadier, Brigadier, calm down!"
These big men were arguing. A warthog in the distance saw it and drew a semicircle in the air. He rushed towards them.
Alex Phillips, who was originally pressed to the ground, screamed strangely.
"Get up! The plane is coming, run!"
Come on, this guy doesn’t really want to die.
If you don’t show a little excitement, who would know that you are “devastated”?
When Kennedy died, the CIA did not fly the flag at half-mast.
The warthog and the cannon muzzle, specialize in treating hypocrisy.
Alex Phillips ran faster than anyone else and had a good head. He specifically hid in the house. After the warthog swept the shuttle, he turned around and left.
"The Central Puppet Government Air Force was discovered."
The commander sitting on the F-111 fighter-bomber looked down, and the flames shot into the sky, just like the flames when the drunkard Nagumo Chuichi destroyed four aircraft carriers. brilliant.
"Retreat!"
The bombers withdrew first, followed by the escorting fighter jets, and took advantage of the last rays of sunset to disappear onto the sea level.
Brigadier Alex Phillips and others stumbled towards the port, where many soldiers were already surrounding them, and someone was also starting to rescue them.
He pushed away the surrounding soldiers, and when they saw him, everyone had complicated expressions.
This...
It's just like the Japanese Japs saw Mutaguchi Renya.
Looking at the port that was blown into pieces, Alex Phillips staggered and stamped his feet vigorously.
“Beast! Beast! What a fucking beast!”
He sat down on the ground and actually... cried after being beaten?
The adjutant next to him was stunned, and his toes were on the ground in embarrassment.
Nepotism is what it is...
No ability at all.
…
"Hmm~"
Mexico City.
Popovich was in a good mood, humming a tune and trimming the flowers he raised with a pruning knife.
I am in a good mood recently.
Rommel, commander of the 4th Marine Division, was killed in an attack. This was the highest leader of the Northern Army killed on the anti-drug battlefield.
The United States even felt that he had done a good job and specifically asked someone from the Pentagon to contact him and planned to provide him with a loan, using land as collateral.
"Brother, you are doing a good job with your pruning. It's amazing." Aldous Wendell walked in with an apple in his hand. He was in a good mood, mainly because his elder brother hadn't scolded him for a long time. .
Especially after Rommel was killed, he was praised by his elder brother. Although he may not be in charge of the intelligence department anymore, other oil and water yamen must have his share.
"Being a human being is like a gardener. You have to be patient and suppress your anxiety. If your hands shake, do you think you can do a good job?"
Aldous Wendell tried his best Nodding, "Brother is right, indeed, you have to be patient and don't be impatient. Come on, wipe your sweat first, and then eat an apple."
Popovich took the handed towel, wiped his forehead, took a bite of the apple, and it was pretty good. Ding ding ding~
The phone on the table rang suddenly, and he picked it up.
Click~
Aldous Wendell was still biting the apple, looking at his elder brother, and suddenly saw his expression froze and a smile on his face It was very dry, and he panicked for some reason.
"You mean the Southern warship in San Fernando port was attacked and sunk!!"
"Waste! They are all waste!!"
The hand of Aldous Wendell The apple inside was so frightened that it fell to the ground. He stared at his eldest brother in horror.
Popovich put the microphone back and threw the apple in his hand at him, "What happened? Why was there an air raid? Is Rommel not dead? How did you do your intelligence work? ? ! ”
Aldous Wendell’s heart trembled, and he wanted to eat him when he looked at the other party’s livid face. His eyes were trembling, "Brother, big brother, Rommel is dead. He must be dead. Yes, it must be revenge. A lieutenant general in the Northern Bureau has died, so he must take revenge. This shows that our attack has caused them It had a huge impact, and Victor felt like he was losing face. He was so angry.”
When Popovich heard this "alternative explanation", he frowned and hesitated, but he thought it was okay.
"Brother, it is now more important for the southern reinforcements to go to Nuevo Leon. While the 4th Marine Division is a little hesitant, we have to regain the ground and beat Victor until his whole body hurts, so that we can negotiate peace with them."
"Then the South has lost so many warships..."
"Don't we still have a number of warships in our shipyard? Pay them all, we don't need them anyway, it's a problem that can be solved with money , is it a problem?" Aldous Wendel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said directly.
"You're talking lightly! Do you have a lot of money?!" Popovich snorted coldly.
Aldous chuckled and lowered his voice, "Brother, the Asian named Ye Zhenli you asked me to contact last time opened a pharmaceutical company and contacted two cargo ships to transport 3 tons of ephedrine. I After giving Walter White $500,000, he agreed to work for us, and the products we produced tasted purer than the drug dealers in the South and Colombia!"
"You know we can make money by shipping them to Europe and the United States! How many times?" He said and stretched out five fingers impatiently.
“Five times?”
“Hey, brother, what kind of drugs are sold five times? How can the profit be so low? It costs 100 US dollars to transport it to Italy and sell it to the Mafia for 5,000 US dollars. , 50 times the price difference!”
“We are going to make a fortune!”
Aldous's eyes shone, "Medellin, the Golden Triangle, we will be the only ones in the future. I also plan to try to sell drugs on the Internet. Now in the Internet Week, more than 7,000 people have contacted me, including gangsters and individual investors. It’s all money. I specially invited people from several gangs in the United States to come and taste it in two days. If you want the goods then, you have to give us money first.”
“As long as you give us time, we can buy it. Go down to the whole of Mexico!”
Popovich took a breath. The two of them are considered direct relatives in the family, but he has been trained as a political figure since he was a child, and his younger brother is not good at studying, being a good person, and not having the ability. Just let him fend for himself and be a worm, but who knows if he will end up committing a crime.
This is a genius!
Professional talents must be placed in full-time positions.
Popovich looked at him with bright eyes, making Aldous feel itchy all over, and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, what...what's wrong?"
"From now on, you will be responsible for drug work. You don’t have to worry about other work, all you have to do is ship the goods all over the world and make money as soon as possible!”
When Aldous heard this, he was extremely excited and punched, “Okay, I’ll do it early!” That’s all I want to do, brother, just leave it to me!”
“Go and call Mi Lai. He will be responsible for the intelligence work from now on.”
“Okay!” br>
Aldous nodded vigorously and left happily.
How can power be as satisfying as selling drugs?
He wants to be the "godfather of drugs!"
Popovich sat on the presidential chair, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, Call the southern government spokesman.
“Hello, Mr. Arturo De Sena, I am Popovich.”
...
Zhongnan is collaborating here.
In the "Archduke Victor" floating on the high seas.
In the central ballroom, more than 400 tourists were separated and squatted on the ground holding their heads, shivering!
These people wear gold and silver, and many of them are Mexican businessmen seeking external investment. Due to the domestic economic depression and the U.S.-led blockade, many businesses have to be negotiated by themselves.
Of course there are also some other tourists.
"Fukuda-san, it's half an hour again!" A Japanese said to Shotaro Fukuda, who was leading the team.
The latter looks like...
Re-education through labor prisoner.
Small crew cut, eyebrows, and triangular eyes. He looks like I will kill anyone who comes close to me.
Shotaro Fukuda glanced at his watch and waved his hand.
Two Japanese rushed into the crowd and randomly grabbed a woman and dragged her out.
"Help me! Dad, save me!!" The woman looked to be in her early twenties and looked very beautiful. She screamed in horror. An elderly man next to her jumped out and stretched out her hand in panic. He tried to grab his beloved daughter, but was kicked in the chest.
"If you want to blame, blame Victor! That bastard is persecuting the great Yamato nation, and he is the murderer of you." Shotaro Fukuda put the pistol on the back of the girl's head, and the other girl cried and kept saying Sob.
“If the Northern Bureau does not cooperate, I will kill one person in half an hour!!”
Shotaro Fukuda didn't notice that two pairs of eyes were watching in the air conditioning duct above his head.
One man and one woman.
"Meng...Meng Bo, do you know these people?" a girl next to her asked in a low voice with an accent.
The man had long hair, sharp eyes, a big nose, and looked fashionable. He frowned and whispered, "The leader's name is Shotaro Fukuda, a senior member of the Japanese National Essence Association. His father is a Japanese veteran, and his grandfather is also a soldier. He is a supporter of the Japanese Emperor. He himself was once a thug of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Do you still remember the famous "National Police Agency Wide Area Important Designated Incident No. 114"? He is one of the "21 Phantom Thieves"! "
"The 21 faces of the Phantom Thief! ! "The woman exclaimed.
This is so famous that no one in Japan doesn't know it. He was the leader of the later Kaitou Kidd in "Detective Conan".
"The Phantom Thieves 21 Faces are a group?"
"Otherwise what do you think? Who could poison Glico on a large scale? Kidnap Ezaki Katsuhisa? And then burn down the company's dressing room, this It can't be done by one person." Meng Bo also looked solemn.
The woman nodded and suddenly felt something squirming on her butt. She said angrily, "Meng Bo, let's talk about it, why are you touching my butt!"
"?? You're crazy. , who touched your butt!”
The woman was startled. She reached back and caught something furry. When she pulled it over, she saw a mouse jumping around.
Her eyes suddenly widened!
"Don't...don't scream..."
"Ah!! Rat!!!"
A deafening voice screamed.
"There are people above, shoot! Shoot!" the Japanese below shouted. Shotaro Fukuda raised his hand and fired a shot at the top, shouting.
"Run, Huixiang!" Meng Bo pulled the other person and ran back.
Fortunately the road is cut off, otherwise it would have been swept to death if it had been longer.
"Hurry up and catch them!" Shotaro Fukuda shouted angrily, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground, and shot at her, but the bullets were all gone, "Baga!" He slapped the opponent and knocked him to the ground.
My temper doesn't look very good.
He looked at it with gloomy eyes, as if he could eat people.
Night covers the sea.
There is some haze, the air is not very good, and the moon is hiding.
The sea surface was dark and gloomy, and the sound came from nowhere, as if it was the cry of creatures on the bottom of the sea.
Goosebumps all over my body.
One kilometer away, three MIG-G-O8OO American speedboats were floating on the water, and dozens of "frogmen!" could be vaguely seen on them.
They were silent, wearing masks, and carved on their arms An armband symbolizing "brave".
They belong to the Naval Boat Assault Team (SWWE)!
Always maintain a combat establishment of 30 people.
When they were established in the original Coast Guard, they carried out sea raids on drug traffickers and provided fire support for the ground army at that time.
"In the sea, we execute God!"
"Victor bless!"
"Down!"
Following the order of Commander John McClane, carrying The frogmen with oxygen tanks, oxygen masks, and weapons leaned back into the sea.
In order to stay hidden, they chose submarine infiltration operations!
After touching it, provide protection to the Swart Special Police Force.
Dozens of people are like a drop in the ocean.
But like a ghost, it bared its fangs and swam towards the "Grand Duke Victor".
Hold the booster and move forward!
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(End of this chapter)