Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 343: Casare is so brave?!
Casare had never fought a war.

He rarely has exchanges of fire with drug dealers. When he was a prison guard, he would run away if he saw something wrong. It can't be said that he ran away in fear, but it wasn't much better either.

But the army in this area launched a surprise attack, and I was instantly worried!
If Jason Bourne hadn't pulled him back, he would have rushed out with his rifle.

"Calm down, sir. Leave professional matters to professionals."

If he died here.

Victor can guarantee that there will be no ban on knives in Michoacan for seven days.

boom!
The artillery on the M1A1 Abrams main battle tank blasted loudly, and a building in the distance collapsed directly, just like a building block with a missing corner, falling down with a loud bang!

Casare stared, swallowed, and the courage that was swirling with adrenaline suddenly dropped. He glanced at Jason Bourne next to him, smiled awkwardly, nodded, and was dragged into a small wooden house in the suburbs.

There were many soldiers guarding outside.

"Manstein can do it, right?" Casare looked at him nervously.

"Nothing is impossible for Victor's soldiers. All we have to do is to complete the mission!" Jason Bourne said with a serious expression, "You should trust them. They... are the sharp sword of the general's war on drugs."

Casare took a deep breath and said, "Then I will sit and wait for the soldiers to return triumphantly!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled up a chair and said to the people outside, "Open the door! Let the charging soldiers see that I will sit here and watch them take Morelia!"

"If I retreat, kill me, and if I die, avenge me!"

You know what, he really does have some heroic spirit.

Manstein's tactics were very cunning. He waited for the drug dealers to react and launched a heavy firepower attack without delaying for even a minute. In half an hour, he drove into the city and rushed towards the three major destinations in an orderly manner.

"Military camp", "TV station", "City hall".

Modern urban combat is actually very difficult and increasingly brutal. Tall buildings and criss-crossing roads are all dangerous spots. If you use armored counter-ambush and then run away, who can catch you?

When Victor was fighting urban wars in the north, he was basically aiming for reconstruction. With fierce firepower, many places are now relatively "rural".

This is also one of the reasons why the development of the North is relatively slow.

But Manstein's surprise attack was too cunning. The drug dealers were still sleeping. By the time they ran downstairs with their weapons, the tanks had been pushed to within 500 meters of the military camp, and a fierce conflict broke out with the drug dealers stationed there!
It's blocking the door to my house!
The M1A1 main battle tank rushed forward under the firepower of the drug dealers.

Driving this is just like driving "Grand Theft Auto". Don't worry about whether you hit anything or not, just crash into it!

The 20-centimeter-thick wall was shattered into pieces by the impact.

puff! puff! puff…

The 120mm caliber smoothbore cannon fired three rounds in succession, with a series of loud bangs, and the drug dealer who was hiding on the second floor of the camp and fighting back was blown away.

"Ah!! Ah!!!" A drug dealer with dyed yellow hair looked at his leg in horror. The lower half was gone and he could see the blood vessels inside wriggling. He howled miserably.

boom!
There was a bloody hole in the forehead.

A white man shot him dead with one shot, his face expressionless, and called out in pure English on the intercom, "John, take out that tank!"

Zizzi~
"understand!"

In a tall building on the side of another camp, two Americans were lying on the ground. One of them was holding an M82A1 sniper rifle and using night vision goggles to aim at the machine gunner on the tank. With a bang, the Northern Army soldier's head exploded!

The other man quickly assembled a rocket launcher nearby, found a position, and carried a Dragon anti-tank missile, aiming at the M1A1 main battle tank below, "Goodbye!"

huh~~
The tail light is very bright at night.

"rocket missile!!!"

beng!!!!
The connecting corner on the front side was hit, but it was not completely destroyed and it didn't even blow up!
"Fuck! It's equipped with decayed uranium armor!!!" John, the American who was carrying the Dragon anti-tank missile, was stunned and shouted loudly on the walkie-talkie.

Maybe this thing is too complicated and difficult to understand. To put it bluntly, its ability to resist fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectiles is equivalent to 600 mm thick homogeneous armor. Radioactive hazard.

During the Gulf War, the Americans relied on it to defeat the Soviet tanks of Shadamu. In the entire Gulf War, a total of 9 M1A1 main battle tanks were damaged and unusable. The others could only be repaired and return to the battlefield after installing this armor!

And the people inside will not die, the protection is very strong.

These people also know about decayed uranium armor, so they seem to be no ordinary people.

The hit M1A1 main battle tank retreated like a wronged person, and the Northern Army infantry hiding in the back raised their weapons and fired when they saw someone on top. The MCT turret on the TPz-1 armored vehicle at the rear fired Milan anti-tank missiles at the roof.

Anti-tank, but it doesn’t say it can’t be anti-sniper, right?
In modern warfare, snipers are usually dealt with by fire coverage. The Northern Alliance is currently researching a small drone that can easily capture people in the sky. It can then fly directly into snipers or buildings to cause considerable damage.

Bang! !

The wall on the roof was blown to pieces, and the white American John lost his balance and fell from it. He screamed in panic and fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

The sniper was even more unlucky. The flying rocks penetrated his eyeballs, messing up the nerves in his head and even twisting his Barrett.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Kill them all!!" The company commander of the Fourth Battalion who was commanding the battle led his men to rush towards the military camp.

The gunfire in Morelia frightened ordinary citizens.

Hiding in panic.

Some people were brave enough to stand on a distant roof and watch the explosion with a telescope.

"The fight has started, the fight has started." A boy in his early 18s said excitedly.

"Let me see." His younger brother, who was much younger than him, said hurriedly, scratching his head anxiously, "Who? The Northern Army? Or an internal conflict among drug dealers?"

"This firepower must be the Northern Army!"

"Oh Yeah!" His brother raised his hands and cheered, then took off his clothes and put them on inside out. It said: Long Live Victor!

"I'll get the Confederate flag."

Some people hate Victor, but naturally there are also people who offer food and drink to welcome the royal army!

Being able to see…

On many windows in residential areas, there are flags symbolizing the Northern Army, and some people even wrote on the walls: Drug dealers are all bastards!
At this time, the drug dealers in the city hall were also very panicked. They called drug dealers in surrounding cities for support and called the front line to ask them to come back for help. If Morelia was gone, there would be no point in fighting. It would be difficult to return home and they would only die on the road.

Including the supply lines have to be cut off.

The frontline headquarters of the Mexican Northern Army at this time.

Kennedy also looked tired. He had just fallen asleep when he was called.

A few strands of white hair can be seen on the forehead.

The intensity of the recent war has been increasing, and he is beginning to feel a little overwhelmed.

The ability is still not enough...

"what's up?"

"General, the 4th Battalion that withdrew from Mexico City has been contacted."

Kennedy was startled and asked quickly, "Where is it?"

Tijuana sent out many messages, asking them to report any trace of the Fourth Battalion immediately and to ensure Casare's safety.

The staff officer looked constipated, "In Morelia, the 4th Battalion is attacking Morelia!" "???"

"According to our intelligence interception, Michoacan is in chaos. Many drug traffickers and some anti-Northern Army forces from Uruapan, Zamora, and Patzcuaro have all gone to support Morelia. Battalion C of the 16th Regiment of the 3rd Marine Division stationed in Likoma State, who are facing them, has discovered that the drug traffickers are tending to retreat."

"Is Casare so bold?!" Kennedy blurted out, but after saying it he knew that he shouldn't say that as it was ambiguous. He glanced at the staff officer, who lowered his head and pretended not to hear him.

"Send the Air Force to conduct reconnaissance and transmit photos to the headquarters." Kennedy should be cautious.

War is a matter of great importance to a state!

If he goes all in, Emperor Wei will have no choice but to beg for food.

1991年3月15日凌晨4时31分。

An hour and a half after the 71th Battalion engaged in a firefight in Morelia, a sci-fi SR- reconnaissance plane flew through the clouds!
So fast!

There is only one word to describe this plane: cool. The second word is fast!
It still holds the record for the fastest manned aircraft in the atmosphere.

The United States is said to have produced 35, but the 36th is in Mexico...

Using it to scout behind drug dealers is like turning on a perspective hack, but it's expensive. In addition to the 1.2 million points required, it also requires supporting maintenance equipment. American stuff is notoriously pretentious.

"This is Blackbird. I have reached the target and started to carry out the mission." The co-pilot gave an official shout to the rear, turned on the aerial camera, and the high-definition picture appeared immediately.

The tanks driving through the city as well as the gunfire and artillery fire could all be seen clearly.

Kennedy, who was sitting in the back, frowned and held a cigarette in his hand. He smoked two cigarettes and perked up. He squinted and looked at the screen carefully, as if he wanted to see Casare in it.

With a bang, he stood up and said, "Phone!"

The staff officer next to him quickly pulled the phone over and dialed a number, "Please connect me to the general. This is the front-line command post."

A few minutes later, Victor's voice appeared on the phone, "Kennedy, it seems that you have brought me good news."

"General, we found Casare and the others."

"However, in attacking the capital of Michoacan."

Victor on the opposite side startled and his sleepiness disappeared immediately, "Casare led his men to attack Morelia?!"

It was obvious that his tone was full of disbelief.

"Yes, and the drug dealers have already started calling for backup. The troops on the front line have also retreated. They want to surround and kill the Fourth Battalion."

Victor was silent.

"Then take Michoacan!"

"I'll have the staff give you tactical guidance. You must protect the Fourth Battalion and order the Jalisco State Army to launch a full-scale attack. Let me see how capable the drug traffickers under the guidance of the Americans are."

"Yes!"

Kennedy hung up the phone, his eyes suddenly sharp, "Connect me to the Jalisco front."

...

Victor also felt that Casare was really courageous.

In Mexico City, they shouted "Kill the thieves" and killed the lackeys of capitalists and drug dealers. They killed a lot of people. When they left, they wrote in black paint on the door of the National Palace: "Forever Light! Long Live Drug Control!"

The Japanese called this case "the Mexico City Unknown Incident."

Its influence is still soaring, because this is really the first large-scale massacre of opposition figures. People outside don't care whether they take drugs or not. You who play politics are playing assassination, which is not in line with the rules. No, no, it should be said that you cannot kill them.

Wasn’t that what happened to Ceausescu in 1989?

When he was arrested, many leaders around the world pleaded for him, but in the end, he still died. Of course, he was killed later, but it also caused a lot of public opinion.

What's more, Casare's extinction-style?

There were growing calls for Victor to hand him over and put him on trial, but who would have thought that at this time, this guy would go and try to liberate Michoacan.

Victor smiled, put on his clothes, walked out of the villa under the protection of the guards, and headed towards the Governor's Palace.

There were two Mercedes-Benz cars in front and a modified Cadillac in the back. He himself was riding in a Rolls-Royce, all of which were bulletproof.

These are all the stuff of the big drug lords.

He sat in the car and looked at the bright lights and revelry in the distance, and actually felt a sense of satisfaction. The tallest building was also lit up to celebrate the Governor's 30th birthday.

You can see cruise ships passing under the bridge, with people singing and dancing on them, and pedestrians on the road who are not in a hurry. You can also sit quietly on the street and chat and brag with three or five good friends, or even have a drink or two.

This gave Victor a sense of pride.

At least, I didn't plunge my country into the abyss...

Just as he was staring in a trance, he heard a sudden roar. From the rearview mirror, he saw three sports cars rushing up from behind. Were they Porsches and Ferraris racing on this bridge?

These sports cars were dissatisfied with the convoy's slow driving speed and honked their horns loudly, looking very impatient.

Suddenly, a red Ferrari was driving against the flow in another lane, scaring the driver of the opposite car so much that he swerved and almost flipped over, causing his car to do a death swing.

The Ferrari drove to the side of the Rolls-Royce and rolled down the window, revealing a very fashionably dressed girl sitting in the passenger seat and a man with diamond rings on his hands sitting in the driver's seat.

He blew sweet words out of the window. Even though we couldn't understand what he was saying, the middle finger he raised made it clear that he was greeting Victor's entire family.

boom!
He stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, then swerved the steering wheel toward him, scaring the Mercedes-Benz car in front of him so much that it almost hit the railing. If the special agent driving the car hadn't had good skills, it would have been blown away by now.

Victor's face darkened.

He is the most arrogant one.

Can't you be more low-key like him? !

"Check who is so arrogant."

The driver nodded and glanced at Victor's expression in the rearview mirror. "Okay, General."

Tijuana is notorious for its large number of drag racing gangs.

In the Ferrari, the girl in the passenger seat suddenly asked, "Jack, that team looks very wealthy, is everything okay?"

"Am I really that poor? Hahaha!" The man driving the car honked his horn hard. "I'm telling you, in Tijuana, I'm the prince!"

“My dad is the director of the Tijuana Drug Enforcement Agency!”

"Isn't he just driving a broken Rolls-Royce? What are you afraid of?!"

When the girl heard her boyfriend's words, she felt a little relieved. She glanced at them and suddenly found that those cars seemed different from ordinary cars.

There seems to be a Mexican flag hanging on the hood of the car?
What a weird person! Whose car has the national flag hanging on it?

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(End of this chapter)