Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 340 You don’t want your son to be shot!!

Emilio Mora smoked hard, hiding in the most remote corner of the cave, curled up like a lobster.

Listening to the bombing outside.

The eyes are calm...

Or rather, I have already thought of it.

As one of the first "natives" to come to Socorro Island, he had extensive experience in being bombed.

It would be strange if the Mexicans didn't react to such arrogance.

"Gone? The Mexicans have gone!" The Foreign Legion soldier hiding outside shouted inside.

The people who were hiding slowly came out, but Emilio Mora still shrank back, based on his experience.

There is absolutely no way the Mexicans will just come this time, they will have to come again!
Sure enough, not long after, the officers who ran out came running back in in a hurry, with fear on their faces.

There was a sound of bombing outside.

The cave was hidden quite deep, on the back of the hillside, and it was impossible to lock onto it without careful observation. However, the residual power of the heavy bomb still caused ashes to fall continuously.

Emilio Mora shrank even more like a ball!

I might die here today!

The bombing lasted for more than two hours and did not stop until near dusk.

The Foreign Legion soldiers just came out of the cave...

The explosion left a huge mess, with huge pits in the east and west, filled with a large number of broken limbs, minced meat and debris.

You can even see... a butt not far away!
The lower half of his body was blown off.

"Hey!!"

Some people couldn't stand the smell of blood in the air and the visual impact, and started vomiting violently.

Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his hand was shaking, his face was pale, and he looked very uncomfortable. Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder. He shivered and couldn't help it, so he squatted on the ground and retched.

That's horrible!
NMD, the Mexicans dropped at least 60 MK8 bombs here, which is almost five tons!

Many corpses are stuck to the ground. If you want to get them out, you have to use a shovel to dig up the ground together.

Modern warfare is so cruel that you are gone before the enemy even sees you.

The mental stress is evident.

"boom!!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of artillery fire on the sea. A shell flew to the island and exploded on the beach. There was panic again, thinking that there was another bombing.

"Everyone get to your fighting positions! The Mexicans are coming!"

The soldiers picked up their guns and quickly went into battle.

I saw four or five ships appearing on the sea in the distance, speeding towards the island.

Emilio Mora raised his head, with some dirt on the corner of his mouth. He frowned, feeling something was wrong. The Mexicans started firing artillery shells from such a distance. Didn't this give the Spaniards time to get into combat positions?

Are Mexicans that stupid?
Going on a beach landing with you?

How many bodies would be left behind?

After fighting with the Mexicans, I realized that they are very cunning. They completely crushed us from skills, tactics to strategy. There is definitely something fishy going on.

"No, that's not right! Don't get into a fighting position! Don't get in!" Emilio Mora thought of something, stood up and waved his hands in panic. He even wanted to jump onto the stone in front of him, but his foot slipped and he rolled down, even hitting his chin on the stone, his mouth full of blood.

All my teeth are broken.

The school officer who was with him quickly helped him up.

"India... Mao..." His mouth was full of blood, and he could not speak clearly. He held the other person tightly and said, but the other person did not understand him. He thought he was just nervous and patted him on the shoulder to say, "It's okay, the Mexicans can't rush over."

Emilio Mora was almost crying and pointed to the sky.

The officer raised his head, a little confused, "You said..." Suddenly his eyes trembled, "What is that!"

Then I saw two planes emerging from the clouds and dropping bombs over the island!
This is exactly what the Mexicans intend, to lure you out with the illusion of a sea attack, get you into combat positions, and then... destroy you humanely!
These two are C-130 transport aircraft belonging to the Baja California Air Force Base, and their main purpose is to drop the BLU-82!

Buzz buzz~~

A 6800-kilogram bomb fell from the sky, and its speed was getting faster and faster. The wind on both sides was squeezed by it, and finally it fell to the ground.

A huge mushroom cloud rose up!

The sound could be heard clearly even from dozens of kilometers away.

The pilot of the C-130 looked down and seemed to feel a heat rushing up to the sky.

It has a short and thick appearance, and the body of the projectile is like a big iron barrel. It looks ugly, but as the saying goes, it looks ugly, but it works hard!

BLU-82 is called: "The best conventional bomb"!
It is sometimes also called a fuel-air bomb, an air-blast bomb, a suffocation bomb or an oxygen-breathing weapon.

When a BLU-82 bomb is detonated close to the ground, it can turn an area of ​​more than 500 meters into charcoal, directly vaporizing people, and the shock generated by the explosion can be felt several kilometers away.

The US even said that one BLU-82 bomb is better than 20 Scud missiles.

It is said that during the Gulf War, the US military dropped one. A British special air service member who witnessed the explosion believed that the United States had used a nuclear weapon and sent a radio message back to headquarters, "Sir, these guys just bombed Kuwait with a nuclear weapon!"

It has been in use since the Vietnam War and has not been retired until now. It must have its merits.

After dropping two...

The smoke in the sky did not dissipate for a long time, and the trenches and fortifications were destroyed.

These had been observed clearly in the previous bombings. As long as they could lure the people out and eliminate them at specific locations, they could clock out and go home.

On the "Archduke Victor" on the sea, more than a dozen soldiers held cameras and filmed this scene. When they saw the mushroom cloud, they couldn't help but be startled. They looked at each other and finally laughed.

"Those guys in the Air Force are...really...really rude."

But I am also a little relieved that it didn't happen to me or others.

Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was lying on the ground, his whole body was burnt and black, and he was still breathing.

His eyelids twitched up and down, and in a trance, he saw the scene of himself going to the battle.

The wife was sorting her clothes reluctantly, and the half-grown son put the candy into his military uniform pocket, looked up, and asked when he would come back to celebrate his birthday with him.

"I can't... go back." Emilio Mora seemed to see his deceased parents looking at him with heartache and reaching out their hands to him.

No need to worry anymore.

These two BLU-82 missiles directly killed nearly a thousand people.

The most important thing is...

The fighting power collapsed.

The Foreign Legion is very fierce, but on this isolated island, having two huge bombs dropped on your head is too much to bear!

After the bombing, a patrol ship and four civilian-converted transport ships landed on the beach!
The assault boats were lowered from above, and seven or eight people in groups rushed forward.

They landed on the beach smoothly and the Marines quickly set up a defense line.

"Someone!"

At this moment, the officer in charge suddenly saw a Spanish soldier staggering towards them.

Covered in blood!

His hair was burnt and his face could not be seen clearly. He raised his hands from a long distance away, with a mixture of saliva and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"I want to go home... I want to go home..." He kept repeating, and then he knelt on the ground, shouting loudly as if he had used up all his strength, "I surrender!"

boom!
There was a gunshot and a bullet blew his head off.

"Take no prisoners! Kill them all!"

"Those who are involved with drug dealers will not accept surrender!"

The corpse, with half of its face missing, fell heavily to the ground, and the blood instantly dyed the beach red.

By the time the Marines behind landed on the island, the outcome of this island seemed to be determined.

Shortly after the bombing began, Madrid also received a reply from Tijuana.

"Surrender? Surrender to your mother!"

"No voting!"

The military leader, Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, was so angry that his mouth was crooked and his blood pressure suddenly rose.

The Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa ran to make an opinion, and angrily threw the documents on his desk, "The Mexicans refused, damn it! They want to destroy Socorro Island, Victor is a bastard..."

The latter saw someone outside sticking his head out to look in, so he stood up and closed the door. He frowned, picked up the document and took a look at it, also somewhat angry.

I have surrendered, but you still hit me.

You don’t follow martial ethics!
"What should we do? Let the British Invincible Fleet come forward?"

Lieutenant General Javier Daniels had a gloomy expression. "The British are parked in the Brazilian port and dare not move. You want them to face the Mexican air force? Do they have the courage to do so?"

After the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed, the British were so frightened that they surrounded all the Brazilian ports and were very cautious about eating. It was said that all the food was airlifted from the country.

"dong dong dong~"

Just as the two bosses were still thinking, a hurried knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.

"Come in," Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa called out.

Then a colonel staff officer ran in with a serious expression, "Tijuana announced that Socorro Island has been taken." "What!"

"How could it be so fast?" Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, who was standing by the window, turned around suddenly when he heard the news.

"It's only been a short time?! We've already taken it down. There's a regiment of Foreign Legionnaires on Socorro Island, right?"

Mexicans bragging?
Did they use nuclear weapons?
Fuck!
"The Mexican side has already announced it, and... they also said that there were no survivors in this operation." The staff officer said cautiously.

Lieutenant General Javier Daniels was old, and his blood pressure suddenly rose. His lips were trembling. "That's too cruel, Victor is too cruel!"

"The Mexicans must have used illegal weapons." He perked up immediately, "We're going to sue them at the United Nations."

"Do you think Victor cares about the United Nations..." Ferruccio Villa said bitterly.

When Lieutenant General Daniels heard this, he didn't know what to say.

Even if we impose military sanctions on him, the Americans next door will definitely not agree.

They are afraid that by then, a missile will fly directly to Wall Street.

Can you imagine the thought process of a madman?

Try not to provoke him as much as possible.

"Be prepared to... resign." Ferruccio Villa looked at the other person with a bit of pity. He had already submitted his resignation report and planned to be demobilized.

Someone has to take responsibility for the failure of this military operation.

Another wave of layoffs is coming!

However, Ferruccio Villa couldn't understand why Mexico suddenly became so strong. It didn't make sense!
Also, where did he get all those weapons?

It can't fall from the sky.

Ha ha…

It is not funny.

just now…

I hope Spain’s public relations department can handle it.

It was just as he said.

When the news of the heavy losses of the Foreign Legion came back to the country, it was spectacular.

There were cries in the streets and alleys.

Many people began to take to the streets to protest against the war.

But overall, it was relatively peaceful and no conflicts occurred.

At this time, the Military Affairs Office and the Logistics Department also responded quickly and began contacting reporters. They took military medals and "ashes" to the families of the fallen soldiers to express their condolences and comfort the family members in front of the camera.

"We have reached a humanitarian agreement with Mexico. This is the first batch of ashes of fallen soldiers. We are doing our best to ensure that our soldiers return home."

A grand ceremony was also held.

At the funeral, the families of the fallen soldiers cried their hearts out, and when government officials came on stage and spoke, word of mouth slowly turned around.

At this time, Tijuana announced to the world that not a single body had returned to Spain.

"Maybe they gave you lime!" the spokesperson said humorously, "Of course, it could also be drugs."

Sensing something was wrong, the family members dismantled the tombstone and found that the color of the ashes was indeed wrong. They carefully took them for testing and found out, it was lime.

Furious, they rushed to the Madrid government to protest and demand an explanation, during which angry family members punched and kicked the guards, and the incident gradually turned into a riot.

Others rushed into the palace, and His Majesty the King, who had been in much better health, fainted again.

Even in the century derby between Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​a female fan ran into the field, took off her shirt, and revealed the words on it: Juan Carlos XXX!

It will also vibrate.

Finally, she was pinned down by security guards. As she passed by reporters, she shouted, "Why are you sending our people to die? Why are you trying to hinder Mexico's war on drugs? Those people must be drug dealers. We drug dealers are in high places!"

3 Month 6 Day!
The Spanish cabinet announced its resignation!
This was also the first cabinet to be ousted by Victor.

It's really like following the Americans, going hungry nine times out of three days.

He has no sense at all and I don't know how he survived World War I and World War II.

...

"You mean, the American-made BLU-82 bomb was found on the battlefield?" asked CIA Director Stanfield Turner with a frown.

After his injuries healed, he returned to work. He looked much better, but only he knew how his body was. After the operation, his body was very weak and now his lungs still hurt every time he breathed.

But it's better than old Bush, who is still lying in bed.

Everything is still under the command of Vice President James Dan Quay, but he has no interest in Victor and wants to become a regular employee!
I've been jumping up and down during this period.

"You mean there are people at General Dynamics collaborating with the enemy?"

This bomb was produced by this company.

The deputy director standing in front of him shook his head, "I'm not sure."

Stanfield Turner snorted, "Those capitalists don't care about the country, they only care about business! I think there are definitely people in our ranks who are collaborating with the enemy!"

The American equipment in Mexico is suspicious, but nothing has been found so far.

In Stanfield-Turner's opinion, that fish is cautious!
And it's very big.

"Keep digging. I don't believe that anyone can hide that deep!"

The deputy director nodded.

"Director, the quarterly bonus is about to be paid..."

"Just send it. Why are you asking me about this?"

The deputy director spread his hands awkwardly, "No more money."

“???!!! How is that possible? Didn’t a sum of money just come in?” Stanfield Turner stared, and the other party didn’t dare to look directly at him.

"Have someone bring the bill over here. I want to see it."

The deputy director's expression changed, "This... Director..."

"Go!"

Seeing that he was serious, the other party could only run away in disappointment. After hesitating for nearly half an hour, he finally brought over the financial affairs and account books.

Stanfield Turner opened the book, glanced at it, and suddenly raised his head. "A toilet costs $3! What toilet?"

The finance director looked at the deputy director hesitantly, and both of them felt a little embarrassed.

"The entertainment fee is 50 US dollars." He suddenly laughed in anger, "What did you eat? Japanese sashimi? Or did you eat cannonballs? Tell me!"

"If you don't explain clearly today, I will send both of you to jail!" It's not that Stanfield Turner is not greedy, but you are being too fake. Do you really think everyone else is stupid?
Why don't you charge $90,000 for a garbage bag?

In fact, the United States is greedy from top to bottom, including the Pentagon. Why do so many people want to start the Gulf War?
The military-industrial complex can make money!

The officers involved can make money, and even the soldiers on the front lines can get a pay raise, so why not do it?

When he heard that he was going to jail, the finance officer panicked and confessed everything, "Director, listen to me, this entertainment fee, this... this money was taken away by your son."

"Nonsense!" The CIA director had a grim expression.

"Really? He came to me with your autograph sheet and asked for some money to keep quiet. I gave it to him and said it was what you wanted."

Stanfield Turner's face changed instantly!

He suddenly remembered that when he went home last time, his son drove a Porsche sports car and said it belonged to a classmate. Now... he was embezzled?!

"He looked for you several times..."

"4 times, taking a total of $319 million."

Stanfield Turner was so angry that he kicked over the trash can, opened the drawer, took out a pistol, and ran out of the door aggressively.

But the deputy director immediately stopped him and begged, "Director, Director, please calm down, calm down!"

"After I kill that little bastard, I'll shoot you!" Stanfield Turner shouted.

"What about the gentlemen on Capitol Hill? Are you going to shoot them, too?"

This question made him freeze all over.

"You can't go into it, go into it... Do you believe that you will crash tomorrow? We just pretend we don't know, okay?"

Seeing that he was no longer so excited, the deputy director immediately snatched the gun away and said, "Director, don't worry. This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you and us. No one else will know about it. We will redo the account right away."

"But, don't make it public. The big guys who took the money won't be happy to refund it."

Stanfield Turner's energy was drained away at once, and he waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The deputy director and the finance department looked at each other and left.

He was the only one sitting in the office.

Just then, the phone on the table rang. He didn't want to answer it, but it rang many times in a row. Stanfield Turner took a deep breath and picked up the phone, "Hello, this is Turner!"

"Good afternoon, Chief Turner, you... don't want your son to go to jail, do you?"

His eyes suddenly widened!

……

(End of this chapter)