Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1958 Do you want to engage in the USS Maryland battleship
The interior of the carriage was pitch black, the road conditions were not very good, and it was extremely bumpy. The sound of guns and guns was so close that it seemed close to my ears. In the darkness, there was a girl crying. The people in the car didn't know what fate they were about to face.

"There are not as many Americans as we do. We try our best to hold one person. If we can run away, one is the only one." Sam Clare whispered in Jones's ear. Since being detained, Sam Claire has been living with self-blame every day. .

In fact, Sam Clare does not need to blame himself. The responsibility of the military attaché of the embassy is to maintain diplomatic relations with the host country and the military as a representative of the armed forces of the country, and to handle the exchanges and negotiations between the two countries and the military. They are not responsible for the affairs of the embassy. safe job.

The Marine Corps responsible for the security of the embassy did not evacuate with the embassy staff. They were ordered to stay and protect the embassy, ​​and they have not yet joined the embassy staff.

This is because the embassy has no experience. Who would have thought that the Americans would detain the embassy staff at the risk of the world.

"Don't worry, we haven't reached the point where the fish are dead and the net is broken—" Jones remained calm, he firmly believed that the Americans would not dare to kill.

The convoy stopped and went, and gradually moved away from the war zone. When it reached the outskirts of Rio, the convoy was forced to stop by the checkpoint of the US Marine Corps.

"We are on a mission, please let us go immediately." The officer leading the team in the car was impatient, they were all his own people, so there was no need to be so serious.

"We are also on a damn mission, please get out of the car and accept the inspection." At the checkpoint, the officer leading the team was also grumpy, cursing and impatient.

"There are people from the southern African embassy in Brazil in the car. We are going to detain them in the camp. You can verify." The officer in the car didn't get out of the car.

"Do you have a phone?"

"How could we have it? You should have a phone here, right?"

"The phone line was blown and it hasn't been repaired—"

The two officers stared wide-eyed, and the officer in the car finally got out of the car.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car, and get all checked—"

"Damn it's all our own people, so can't you be more flexible?"

"Get over it quickly, I don't want to die here."

The marines got out of the car cursing, and the embassy staff got out of the car one after another.

"Which unit are you from? I don't think I've seen you before—" The officer escorting the embassy staff finally realized something was wrong.

"We are the Miami National Guard. We just arrived yesterday." The checkpoint officer replied casually, handing over a cigarette.

"Fuck you, is the situation so serious that the National Guard is going to join the war?" The officer took it over, and the lighter was already on. The officer just moved the cigarette over, and suddenly felt a chill in his lower back, and then Just collapsed to the ground.

In addition to the heart and brain, the kidney is also a fatal location, and it is fatal with a single knife without the ability to resist.

At the same time that the officer was stabbed to death, the soldiers at the checkpoint almost simultaneously attacked the US Marines who had just got out of the car.

There were not many marines in the first place, and the whole army was wiped out in an instant. The only marine had just pulled the bolt, and before he had time to complete the action of loading the bullet, he was rushed over by several people at the same time. land.

This scene of sweating profusely left a deep impression on the staff of the embassy.

"You, you—" Jones was dumbfounded. He knew that Pretoria would not give up on them, but he didn't know that it was in such a violent way.

"Hello Ambassador, my name is Neil, please get back to the car immediately, we have to get out of here as soon as possible—" Neil Scott inserted the cleaned dagger back into the scabbard at his waist, speaking in a steady tone. Like greeting the weather.

Oh, the weather is so nice today——

That's it.

Jones didn't know how to respond.

At this time, the agents in the uniform of the Marine Corps were reloading the corpses into the car, and after the murders, the corpses were destroyed.

"Please, don't kill me, I'm just a driver." A pleading voice suddenly came from the side of the truck.

Neil glanced at Nicholas beside him.

Nicholas nodded and went to deal with it.

Hey!
The sound of the dagger entering the body was chilling.

Jones looked at Neil again, and Neil's calm expression turned cold in Jones' eyes.

Slightly ferocious and cold.

"Sorry, this is our job." Neil didn't look apologetic.

All the bodies were loaded onto trucks, and the air was still filled with the sickening smell of blood.

The staff of the embassy returned to the truck, and Jones was invited to sit on the off-road vehicle. Only then did Jones notice that the off-road vehicle equipped by the US Marine Corps was actually produced by Nyasaland Heavy Industries.

Nyasaran Motors owns the best cars in the world, and Nyasaland Heavy Industries owns the best off-road vehicles in the world.

In the past two years, Chrysler, which has been acquired by southern African capital, has also begun to try to produce off-road vehicles based on the copycat Nyasaland Heavy Industry. However, the off-road vehicles produced by Chrysler are comparable to Nyasaland Heavy Industry in terms of comfort and performance The off-road vehicles produced are far from the same, so the US Marine Corps uses the original off-road vehicles imported from southern Africa.

"Where are we going?" Jones was in shock.

"Going to the beach, Pretoria paid a lot of money for you, and sent all the submarines that were just delivered to Mizhou." Neil tapped his fingers rhythmically on the car door, obviously not in the mood It looks so easy.

"Are we going to leave Rio in a submarine?" Jones was pleasantly surprised. The performance of the submarine in southern Africa is obvious to all.

Neil smiled without saying a word.

"Sorry——" Jones realized his slip of the tongue. This should be a military secret, and even Jones is not qualified to know.

On the sea about [-] kilometers away from Rio de Janeiro, the two submarines "Piranha" and "Shark" just delivered to the Mississippi Army in Southern Africa are quietly waiting.

There are many submarines in southern Africa. If they are all named after fishes, it may not be enough. Therefore, in southern Africa, the numbers of submarines are all numbers.

The Michigan Army purchased 12 submarines from Southern Africa. Although the Michigan Army sent people to Southern Africa for training a few months ago, a few of them have been qualified so far. Most of the submarines on the "Piranha" and "Shark" The sailors are all southern Africans "hired" by the Michigan Army.

In the command cabin of the "Shark", the captain Chen Yan was studying the map of the Rio port with the first officer Smith and the torpedo officer Foster.

The "Shark" has now learned that the "Maryland" is bombarding Rio. After hearing the news, Chen Yan and Smith began to study to see if there is a chance to teach the "Maryland" a lesson.

"There is still a chance. The Mississippi Army has never participated in the war before. The 'Maryland' does not know the news that the 'Shark' has been delivered to the Mississippi Army. If we can break through the defense circle of the 'Maryland', we will have the opportunity to send a message to the 'Maryland'." Launch a torpedo." Smith was in high spirits, and it was exciting to hit and run.

"If the 'Maryland' is sunk, the Americans will certainly not let it go." The torpedo officer Foster was slightly worried that the mission received by the "Shark" was to respond to the staff of the embassy, ​​not including the attack on the US Navy.

According to the regulations, even if a submarine finds an opportunity to perform similar tasks, it must ask the higher-level department for instructions, and it cannot make arbitrary decisions.

"Heh, the USS 'Maryland' has already joined the battle, why are we still hesitating?" Smith didn't hesitate. The Mississippi Army has no navy, and the "Shark" doesn't even have a superior department. Please, who to ask for instructions?
"Foster, you are worrying too much. The 'Maryland' weighs 33590 tons, and one torpedo is probably unsinkable." Chen Yan's eyes were dangerous. If one is unsinkable, then two torpedoes were fired from the Ghost Submarine. No matter, there are two in the front and one in the back. During combat, they carry 3 torpedoes, which is enough for the "Maryland" to drink a pot.

"Then two, if not two, then four. Sooner or later there will be a war between us and the Americans. If we can sink the 'Maryland', it will be a huge weakening of the US Navy." Smith is also a good Fighters, remember that when the French battleship was sunk in Madagascar, the French investigated for several months, and finally came to the conclusion that the ammunition depot exploded and caused the warship to sink. Everyone knows what happened.

It is not uncommon for the ammunition depot to explode, but it is unlikely to happen in a naval power. After all, the shells are not fuzed until they are in combat. It is still a bit difficult to detonate.

So it's a fig leaf, and the French can only knock out their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs.

"Gentlemen, the cargo has arrived on shore—" the communications officer said loudly.

"Let out the boat and take over the goods in batches." Chen Yan temporarily resisted the impulse in his heart, and finished the task first.

On the shore, Jones stared dumbfounded at the truck being driven into the sea by the agent and gradually submerged in the sea.

There is no better way to destroy corpses than this.

"Don't worry about your Excellency, the entire city of Rio is already in the midst of melee. It's normal for a group of US Marines to go missing. It's a pity that the families of these people don't even have pensions—" Neil's expression was not sad. No, the U.S. government is also very fucked up. American soldiers want to see people and dead bodies, and they will be listed as missing if they cannot find the body.

"Are you going to leave Rio with us?" Jones was not pedantic, full of gratitude to Neil, and held Neil's hand tightly.

"No, we still have tasks. I wish you all the best of luck." Neil finally showed a sincere smile this time.

"I also wish you success in your work. After you finish your mission, you must call me when you return to southern Africa and give me a chance to thank you." Jones didn't leave a phone number, and I believe that even if he didn't, Neil wanted to find Jones Jones can also be found.

"Then it's settled, see you in southern Africa—" Neil said goodbye to Jones, turned and disappeared into the boundless night.

(End of this chapter)