Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 338 The counterfeit goods owner strikes hard and cheaply!

Engels and three paratroopers climbed up the back of a hill along the path and could hear the sound of machine guns whistling.

and the sounds of officers shouting and cursing.

He suddenly felt something warm on his nose and touched it. Although he couldn't see clearly, from the sticky feeling, it was definitely bleeding!
He casually wiped it on his trouser leg, "Kareem!"

A fierce-looking corporal holding an M249 machine gun and wearing tactical glasses leaned over.

"You take Xi'er and go around from the west, and Madison and I will attack from the right. Our primary goal is to blow up the machine gun position!"

Corporal Karem nodded and was about to stand up, but hesitated and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you okay, Lieutenant?"

Engels was startled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Follow me, Xier." Karem shouted and ran towards the west with another corporal.

Engels took Madison to climb up a huge rock on the right side, where they could clearly see the flames gushing out.

He took out an ANM14 incendiary grenade!

With so many people, we have to give them a solid dish.

Victor likes to blow it when throwing this kind of thing. Engels swung it hard and the anm14 flew out. In just a blink of an eye, a chemical reaction occurred and huge amounts of energy were ejected.

It can reach 1000° in an instant!

Once it gets on fire, you can't get rid of it even if you want to.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

The two Foreign Legion soldiers who were closer were covered in flames, screaming, and subconsciously rushed towards the others.

When people are in fear and death, what they like most is to find their own kind, of course, hoping that they will help them.

But who wouldn’t be scared when seeing a fire man coming?
He could only watch helplessly as the other person hugged him and then rolled down the hillside!
"Shoot!" Engels stood up from the big rock and started firing at the area below. His companions quickly followed suit.

Who can see clearly in the middle of the night? Just sweep it.

The machine gun position fell silent instantly.

After taking down this position, Engels still felt unsatisfied, and took advantage of the cover of night to lead his men to attack other firepower points.

When the sky was breaking at dawn and the morning glow shone on the sky, the last moonlight was reflected on the sea surface and disappeared after a wave.

There are corpses everywhere on San Benedicto Island!

The smell of blood and gunpowder permeated this small island of less than 10 square kilometers.

Several of the raised hillsides were covered with bullet holes and blackened marks from incendiary bombs.

Seagulls were circling and chirping, and a few of them, which obviously had weak bladders, simply defecated and dropped a pile of shit into the mouth of a tattooed corpse.

Drug dealers deserve to eat bird shit!

On the beach, more than 20 Northern Army soldiers were searching for survivors with their guns on their backs. A corporal climbed over a Spanish soldier who looked very stiff. He suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted, "He's still alive!"

The soldier next to him pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.

The Spanish soldier opened his eyes, raised his hand, and was about to speak when he saw the man opposite him pulling the trigger!

Ta-ta-ta!
Blood suddenly appeared on his back, and he lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, like a dead dog, dying in a foreign country.

The gunshot startled several enemy soldiers who were lying among the corpses and trying to pretend to be dead to deceive the enemy. They had just taken two steps when they were shot to death in a pool of blood.

On the top of a hill.

Engels' hair was messy and sticky with blood and smoke.

His face was covered in dirt, and he tilted his head as he lit a cigarette for himself. One could clearly see that the little finger on his right hand had been blown off, but his face was expressionless, and there was only deep fatigue in his eyes.

In one night, he led a four-man team to raid seven machine gun positions, killing at least dozens of people. Engels didn't know the exact number.

A team of four, one person sacrificed...

Engels took a deep breath. Although the sea breeze was a bit sticky and fishy,...

“It’s great to be alive.”

He raised his head and sighed, and suddenly he heard the sonic boom of a fighter jet in the sky, whoosh~!

Flying directly over, the sea water below seemed to be cut into two pieces.

"Our plane!" A medic with a red cross on his neck jumped up and cheered, raising his hands. Engels squinted his eyes and realized that this was not a single plane, but a formation.

There were about three planes in total flying towards the west.

"It seems to be flying towards Roca Partida Island. Is the battle there not over yet?" the medic said blankly.

According to the plan, they started the attack from two islands, one on the left and one on the right. There was no news from there yet, and it seemed that they were in a stalemate.

Engels' expression was a little solemn.

Rocca Partida Island!

In a cave, an armored vehicle was blocking the entrance, and the machine gun on it was firing outside. There were corpses everywhere, and the broken limbs were horrible to see!

Who knew the guards here were so cruel?
The armored vehicles were also hidden in the cave, so they could not be approached at all. Even with a rocket launcher, there was no way to aim. The enemy retreated backwards, and all that was left was the vibration of the wall caused by the explosion.

When they tried to go back in a roundabout way, they found more than a dozen corpses in the small hole nearby.

"If we can't take it down, then let the officers charge at me with explosives! Whoever can rush in first will get the credit!" A lieutenant colonel, the battlefield commander, shouted loudly with red eyes.

If someone hadn't held him back, he would have rushed forward.

"Sir, air support is here, let's retreat!" said the sergeant carrying the communication equipment to the lieutenant colonel whose teeth were almost broken.

"withdraw!"

The Northern Army soldiers who were also complaining on the front line heard the order and retreated one after another to create a gap.

The Spanish Foreign Legion soldiers who were hiding in the cave and fighting desperately found that there was no sound outside. A bearded man hurriedly made a pause gesture, bent over and crawled out to take a look.

“Why did the Mexicans retreat?!”

His mind was confused. If he pressed harder, the people in the cave would surrender. No, are you just going to give up halfway?
Suddenly, he heard the roar of an engine in the sky. He squinted and saw a fighter jet rushing over and firing missiles in mid-air!
AGM-65!!
The Spaniard's pupils narrowed, and he could only watch as the flaming "Maverick" rushed into the cave and hit the armored vehicle.

boom!
A huge wave of air and flames rushed out, and even the air seemed to be shaking.

Half of the cave collapsed, leaving only thick black smoke.

“Charge! Charge!!”

The lieutenant colonel below jumped up immediately, took a rifle from the guard, pulled the bolt, and led the charge.

This "road of death" which was originally dozens of meters long has come to an end, which also means that the manpower of Roca Partida Island has been completely eliminated!
Two islands, one on the left and one on the right, were captured, forming an arrow aimed at Socorro Island, the largest island in the Revillagigedo Islands!

It is said that there are more than 3000 troops on this island!

The war enters the second phase!

...

Deep in the Sonoran Desert.

More than a dozen Hummers were speeding by, and the fully armed personnel looked like they were not easy to deal with, with heavy machine guns mounted on them.

A lizard heard the noise and crawled out of its hole. Before it could figure out what was going on, its head was crushed. When the car passed by, we saw a pool of blood and its two legs twitching.

The Hummer convoy went around a big slope and suddenly saw a factory lying in the yellow sand. When the convoy got closer, they saw an armed helicopter and a Hummer driving over.

A man got off the front car in the convoy, walked over with his ID and handed it to the other party.

When the other party saw it, he hurriedly came down and stood beside the car.

When the motorcade passes by, salute, "Loyalty!"

Close to the factory, you can see the firing holes on it and the Vulcan cannons, and not far away there is a radar vehicle and two American AC-2 anti-aircraft missiles! The armed guards raised their guns and watched the convoy go in.

Inside the factory you can see soldiers standing in every corner, and the security is so tight that it is comparable to the Governor's Palace in Tijuana.

This is the "Sonora Arsenal!"

Covering an area of ​​more than 2 square meters, this was originally a private prison for drug dealers. After being controlled by the Northern Army, it was expanded into the current arsenal.

Of course, Victor didn't just work on the points. He felt that he had to produce things himself, so he opened many factories in the north and used the points to exchange for production lines from the World War II era, such as the T34, Tiger heavy tank, Sherman...

It may be too late for you to go to the European and Asian battlefields.

But in Africa…

That's a very powerful weapon!
If they want to earn foreign exchange, they have to "make arms". These military factories are integrated together to form the "Northern Group!"

In addition to this, Victor also opened some civilian factories and was debugging a thing called a pager, which he planned to sell to Asia and Africa.

These civilian factories are named: "Northern Civilian Group!".

As for the Sonora Arsenal, it was quite special. Victor used his points to exchange for more than a dozen military experts and gave them some Soviet and American weapons for reverse research and cracking, mainly some mainstream weapons during the Cold War.

Don’t you Americans want to fuck me?

I make fakes!
I have destroyed your market share. You sell for 2, and I sell for 6000, focusing on selling cheap and good products.

Why are American things so expensive?

Eighty to ninety percent of the value lies in the four words "independent research and development". They do not disclose many secrets.

Pooh!
It's simply arms hegemony and arms monopoly.

Victor will kill you!

These experts are not cheap, costing around 600 million each, and their abilities are basically equivalent to those of senior Soviet military engineers. Intellectuals are still expensive.

Victor used points to exchange for real goods and let the military experts "dismantle" them and play with them themselves. It is not easy to copy others.

The production workers were some soldiers and most of their families.

The salary is very high, basically four or five times that of outside workers.

When Victor got out of the car, he felt a burning sensation. Wearing sunglasses, he saw a dark-skinned lieutenant colonel running towards him with his men. He stood there and saluted excitedly.

"General!"

"Sorry to bother you." Victor said with a smile.

"Welcome to the General's inspection!"

The people behind him applauded.

If your applause is not loud enough, you will be pulled over by the Thirteen Tigers for a lesson. Didn't you see George Smiley standing next to you, looking around with a sinister look in his eyes?
This leader of the Thirteen Guardians... has a very evil heart!

"Go to the workshop and have a look."

The lieutenant colonel led the way and introduced, "We currently have 2239 employees at the Sonora Arsenal, including 212 technicians and 1913 front-line workers..."

“一个月能生产制式子弹70万发，两条生产线每个月一共能生产美国M249机枪200挺，组装155口径炮弹2000发！”

Of course, not all of these were produced at the Sonora Arsenal.

For example, bullet casings, artillery shells and some other processes will be auctioned off to "cooperating" Mexican companies for production, but if you look closely, these companies all have the background of the Mexican Northern Alliance.

That is, semi-official.

It is equivalent to changing money from one hand to another and then recruiting workers to increase the employment rate.

"I heard that the BGM-109 cruise missile has been deduced?"

The lieutenant colonel puffed out his chest when he heard this, "Yes!"

This is not easy. Although Victor said that the military workers he exchanged were planning to do a reverse analysis, the workload involved is not that simple.

This kind of reverse engineering means buying advanced weapons and equipment from abroad, using high-precision surveying and mapping instruments to conduct overall and local surveying and modeling, and then replicating these weapons based on these measurement results. In layman's terms, it is a high-tech "copycat".

That is to say, they crossed the river by following the US troops.

Vulture has become Statham.

It is not easy to deduce it from any perspective.

“Have you tested it?”

When the lieutenant colonel heard this, his expression became a little embarrassed again. "We sent it to the Air Force for testing. The maximum cruise Mach number of our own research and development is only 0.65, the maximum range is 990 kilometers, and the hit accuracy is also relatively large, about 100 meters. But we are also equipped with inertial guidance + GPS map matching guidance + image guidance. The explosive power is the same as the 454 kg high-explosive warhead carried by the US military."

"And, if necessary, we can continue to adjust the high-explosive warhead to 500 kilograms. At most, we can reduce the speed and range, but it is enough to launch from Mexico to the United States."

"But our cost is only half of that of the BGM-109, about $50."

"The price is not cheap." Victor shuddered when he heard the cost and asked with a frown.

"General, we can sell it to the Middle East. People there don't lack money." The lieutenant colonel said hurriedly, pausing, "Asian countries are also fine."

"You've even thought of a buyer. It seems you're prepared."

The lieutenant colonel chuckled.

"However, I have a few small comments."

Hearing the general say this, the lieutenant colonel and the people behind him quickly took out their notebooks and wrote it down.

"I think we still need to get rid of some unnecessary things, such as inertial guidance + GPS map matching guidance + image guidance. This kind of thing is useless and too high-tech. Many countries can't use it."

"Weapons have only a few elements: they explode big, fly far, and are cheap!"

"If precision guidance doesn't work, then we can use coverage strikes! As long as it's cheap, we have no shortage of buyers."

All the bells and whistles!

It just explodes!
You're so excited that even your girlfriend won't recognize you.

You have an accuracy of 30 meters, and I can bomb within 300 meters. Who is better?
"What kind of thrusters does the Tomahawk use?"

"ARC Solid Fuel Booster."

Victor was silent. He asked casually, but the lieutenant colonel used a term that he didn't understand at all. He coughed and said, "Then we should find a way to increase the range. A missile that our African friends can afford is a good missile!"

clap clap clap!
Everyone applauded.

"When you give birth, you can name the baby." Victor patted the lieutenant colonel's name and encouraged him.

"Thank you, General!" the other party said excitedly.

Even if you are not excited, you have to be excited.

How dare you not be excited?
Victor looked around the workshop again and then left. He understood that if a leader stayed for too long, he would become annoying.

"General, do you want to go see the military experts?"

"Let's go and take a look." Victor was about to follow the other party upstairs when he saw the secretary running over and said a few words in a low voice.

The lieutenant colonel consciously stood further away.

"We took it? Great! Send a congratulatory message to the front line, and hope they will keep up the good work. As for the remaining Socorro Island, bomb it first. Bomb it until no birds dare touch the ground, and then we can charge."

"Directly use the Mk-84 2000-pound bomb!"

"Blow them up!"

Victor said, turning his head to look at the lieutenant colonel, "Can we copy it?"

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(End of this chapter)