The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 520 The Expendables VS The Expendables

"I think, to deal with a small local warlord, the guerrillas of the rebel army are enough. Don't underestimate the guerrillas. Their combat experience is very rich. In addition, I taught...uh... I have heard that they are very powerful With guerrilla tactics, it will not be too easy to take away the little warlord on that island."

Ron secretly said in his heart that it was dangerous, and he almost slipped his mouth.

"This is different, Ron, that island is not a simple little warlord, he is actually a transit point for CIA drug trafficking from Brazil to the United States, and the CIA is controlling it, so I need some other help " Sophia bit her lip and begged.

Co-authored a big circle, and then circled around the CIA again?Ron felt a little funny, the CIA really did everything to earn money.

Of course, it may also be that the demand for drugs in the United States is too great, and Mexico and Colombia alone are not enough. Therefore, they started to use Brazilian drugs. As we all know, the United States is the largest drug market in the world today.

How big is this market? In 17 years, someone conducted a survey and found that 5% of the world's population in the United States consumed 80% of the world's opioids!It's really a drug country.

"This doesn't sound like an easy job." While talking, Ron found the small island Sofia mentioned on the map. The location of this small island is very interesting. It is the northernmost island in Brazil, and it is farther away from French Guiana than from the mainland of Brazil. It's close, if it's used as a cargo transfer station, it's perfect.

"Please, Ron, for the sake of the [-] civilians on that island, and for the sake of the countless Brazilians controlled by gangsters, I heard from the rebels that you are a saint, only you can Get rid of the CIA puppets."

"Forget it for the saint, but that's right. Except for the CIA, no one would support such a tasteless little warlord as his agent. Well, I will take this job."

Anyway, being idle is idle, and it would be nice to add some congestion to the CIA.

"Thank you, Ron."

Hanging up the phone, Ron looked up at his subordinates: "I need a few volunteers to join a life-and-death operation, and I declare in advance that there is no benefit other than giving you an extra month's salary as a bonus. After all This is a humanitarian rescue operation to save a group of civilians oppressed by warlords."

Probably because of the memory sleeping in his blood, Guan Yuming felt the same way. He was the first to raise his hand, followed by Hank, Arthur and others, especially Carl, who raised his hand high.

Ron had a black line: "Put your hands down, high school students should study hard in school, don't just want to make big news all day long, I've decided, this time Chris and Arthur will be with me."

"Okay, when?" Chris said with a casual smile, and his answer was as concise as ever.

"Now go back and pack your things. In two hours, we will meet at the private airport. Remember to bring your best weapons and leave in two hours. In the name of vacation, also, Andy, help me notify the rebels to arrange a fishing boat to pick us up Go to the island."

"OK, no problem." Andy nodded.

At the end of the meeting, Ron went to buy a vacation outfit for the first time, and then staggered to the airport. The other two had been waiting here for a long time. After the plane landed in Miami, it took off again in a different color, and then French Guiana landed, and the whole trip was extremely smooth.

The only trouble is that when Ron opened the cargo compartment of the plane and was about to take the luggage, he found that Carl actually stuffed himself into the suitcase and followed him.

"Damn it! Why can't you just go out on dates, go to parties, get scared drinking at parties, and then go home and cover up the smell as much as possible?"

Ron said helplessly that at this moment, Luke and Manny, who are the same age as Carl, are probably doing what Ron said above, enjoying their youth to the fullest.

"Please, I'm not one of those naive guys, boss," Carl curled his lips disdainfully: "I got tired of drinking wine when I was ten years old, it's more interesting to perform missions with you, please, boss, don't drink wine. I push back."

"Okay, from now on, you follow me closely, if I find out what you are doing, I will kick you back to the plane immediately!"

It's all here, let Carl go back, who knows this kid will do it on the road again
Ron didn't believe that he would be obedient if something happened, so he might as well take him with him.

"Yes, boss!" Carl gave a military salute to Ron excitedly.

The rebel guide who came to pick up Ron and his group was a Caucasian man who spoke like RAP, and he immediately expressed his admiration to Ron:

"Dear mentor, I finally met you. You don't even know how fierce the competition is for the opportunity to be your guide. You are as dazzling as the sun in the dark night. I am so lucky to have the opportunity..."

"Stop! Stop!" Ron interrupted the guide's endless praise, and pointed to the scorched blackness on the pier of the island suspiciously: "What's going on? There's a fire here?"

"Oh, that? It was a seaplane the day before yesterday. It seems that two zoologists offended Garza, and I heard that they molested his daughter, and then Garza sent someone to kill them.

Who knew that these two zoologists were also ruthless characters. They fired machine guns from seaplanes at Garza soldiers, then sprayed white phosphorus on the pier, and ignited them with flare guns. I heard that they killed Garza 30 at a time. soldiers. "

The guide spoke with gusto, but the more Ron listened, the more familiar he felt: "Wait! What do those two people look like?"

A seaplane equipped with a machine gun and capable of spraying white phosphorus, Ron had seen one before.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them, I heard them from the people on the island," the guide waved his hand embarrassingly: "But when I helped my mother fish, I saw their seaplane with pictures on it. I made a strange sign and I took a picture of it with my phone."

As the guide said, he showed Ron the photo on his phone. The logo of a crow standing on a skull was spray-painted on the fuselage, and the corners of Ron's eyes twitched.

"What's the matter? Boss, do you know this group?" Arthur asked curiously.

"It's not just acquaintances, they are very familiar, some of them were even my teachers," Ron said with an expression on his face as if he had eaten a fly: "If you have been in the killer business for long enough, you must listen Said the names of some people in their week, such as Barney, Yin Yang, Turnpike... Oh, and Christmas!"

Speaking of this, Ron suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked at Arthur's face hard: "I have always wondered whether that old guy named Christmas is your biological father who has been separated for many years. It's exactly the same."

This time, the Death Squad met the Death Squad. Although Ron was not afraid of those old guys, he still prayed that it was best not to meet them on the battlefield, because it would be very troublesome.

"There are so many people who look alike in the world. I look exactly like Deckshaw. Why do you never suspect that I'm also the son of Andy's girlfriend?" Arthur rolled his eyes fiercely.

"Because I asked Andy privately and Elizabeth assured him she wasn't having twins."

"Damn it, you actually asked!"

Arthur didn't know whether to be happy or sad. As an orphan, he always had the idea of ​​going back to his own life experience. Ron's answer was tantamount to saying that another possibility was cut off, but fortunately it also provided another possibility.

One for one, no gain, no loss.

Of course, Ron has seen through his small thoughts a long time ago: "It doesn't matter, maybe we will meet Christmas on the battlefield this time, I will definitely get you a drop of blood, how about doing a paternity test with you?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about such small things." Arthur replied dutifully.

This time it was Ron who rolled his eyes, the bald middle-aged man Tsundere is really not cute at all!
"OK, it's fine if you don't care," Ron patted the guide's shoulder: "Come on, continue to tell me, what's the situation on the island now? Especially how many soldiers are there under this guy named Garza? I I remember that it was mentioned in the previous intelligence that he had 200 people, right? 30 people were killed, that is to say, he still has 170 people left?"

"No, it's 500 soldiers." The guide smiled wryly and shook his head: "After the two zoologists made trouble the day before yesterday, more than 300 more soldiers came from nowhere, and they also obeyed Garza's command, and their combat effectiveness was stronger than that of Garza. Sa's men are stronger."

"How strong?" Chris, who had been silent by the side, suddenly said, startling Ron and Arthur, they almost forgot that there was another person on their side.

"Garza built a fortress-like palace on the highest point of the island, and set up checkpoints at all key points. There are both bright and dark sentries, and even snipers. Our previous two frontal assaults were blocked. When I came back, I lost a lot of brothers.”

"This terrain, you really shouldn't attack it by force," Chris used the computer to call up the topographic map of the island, pointed to the plan of the palace on the top of the mountain and said: "The area of ​​​​the top of the mountain is large enough, and he built the palace at the center of the circular platform on the top of the mountain, so that The attacking troops have just rushed up the steep slope, and they will be knocked down as soon as they show their heads, why didn't you use projectile firepower to project shells into the palace on the top of the mountain?"

After being told by Chris, Ron also turned his attention to the guide to see how he answered. He remembered that there should be a lot of steel pipes bought by Yuri in the rebel army, which can make enough Kassan rockets to attack the top of the mountain. Fire coverage.

"It's still because of the terrain, sir." The guide said helplessly: "The rocket is too big. If we launch it in the woods, it will hit the branches and fly around, killing our own people. If we deploy it in the city, it will explode." He was immediately discovered by his lackeys and brought people over to attack our rocket positions, and we had no other weapons in our hands."

Ron snatched Chris's computer and carefully studied the satellite map, only to find that it was exactly what the guide said.

Most of this small island is covered by tropical rainforest, with dense forests and trees, there is no gap to launch rockets. The only residential area on the small island is built along the pier, in an open area monitored by the top of the mountain.

Under such circumstances, with the limited weapons in the hands of the rebels, it was a foolish dream to take the island. For a while, Ron didn't know what to do, but fortunately, he still had two subordinates.

"What do you think?"

"Uh... I think it might be possible if a few helicopters can be used to shoot at the top of the mountain." Arthur thought for a while and said uncertainly.

Ron returned a big white eye: "If I have a helicopter, I still need you. Next, Chris, what do you think?"

Chris frowned: "At least two elite teams of 20 people, one is feinting to attract fire from the front, and the other is climbing up the mountain from the tropical rainforest, and interspersing from behind."

Ron didn't speak. This method is slightly better than Arthur's, but it's not much better. It's also not feasible. There are only four of them, and one of them is a child. Where can I find two elites with 20 people? Squad to go?
As for asking the militiamen of the rebels to come over to fill up?forget it.

These recruits who have never experienced formal military training are just as good as the motley troops under the warlords. Elite, this word is far away from them.

"Boss, I have a solution!" Carl raised his hand excitedly. He had raised his hand many times before when Ron asked, but he was ignored by Ron gorgeously every time. It was the same this time. .

"While writing your homework, children don't care about adults' affairs." Ron waved at him impatiently.

"Boss, I really have a solution!" Carl kept jumping up and down in front of Ron anxiously, and Ron was really upset by the noise, so he could only say helplessly: "Well, although I know your solution is probably useless , but just now we have a lot of time to waste, you just talk about it, I hope it can make my eyes shine."

"If your solution is to use drones, it goes without saying. We must know that our opponent this time is the CIA. As Americans, we must not show any flaws. No matter how the drones are modified, they can always pass production. chain to ourselves."

"Of course not, I'm not that stupid, don't always treat me like a child!" Carl pouted unconvinced.

"Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't say anything, just shut up and continue with your homework." Ron said with a black face. In order to make Carl more honest, he bought two math problem books at the store when he got off the plane. Give it to Carl as homework, and if he doesn't write, send him back on the plane right away.

"I said it's not enough?" Carl put his face down, squeezed beside Ron, pointed to the satellite map and said, "I think we can use cannons to blow up all the checkpoints on the top of the mountain, and then go up and kill that son of a bitch .”

"If we had cannons, wouldn't we have killed that son of a bitch?" The guide laughed, and the child was indeed a child.

Unexpectedly, Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "Use guns? This plan seems feasible."

(End of this chapter)