Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 346 Whoever hinders me from fighting drugs is a drug dealer!

Morelian was all about anxiety.

The combat effectiveness of the Fourth Battalion led by Manstein is still very strong.

The military camp was blocked at the entrance by armored vehicles, and all the drug dealers who were resting inside were killed!

The TV station and the city hall are only two kilometers apart, and the drug dealers are fighting hard here!
All right…

Now all that's left is the pit!
Two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.

Good guy…

Blast it flat!

The original modernization from the city turned into scorched earth.

The Northern Army is so simple and unpretentious, and its main feature is its bad temper.

The 10th-floor TV station collapsed, and the air was filled with dust from rubble.

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion who had recovered stood on the ruins, their eyelids trembling.

A lieutenant and his men were searching for "survivors" when they saw a bloody hand coming out of the rubble. He kicked the hand and it flew several meters away!

"Platoon leader, there must be no one alive here. They've all evaporated." A corporal behind him looked around vigilantly and whispered.

The lieutenant was about to speak when he suddenly stopped because he heard a sound!

"Someone, find him out!"

The soldiers behind him quickly split up into groups of two and swept the ruins.

Soon, someone discovered several drug dealers trapped inside.

"Platoon leader, here!"

When the lieutenant ran over, he saw people buried in a triangular crushed area. Because of the angle, they were not dead, they were just stuck. However, they were obviously not conscious and were just groaning subconsciously.

When he saw a figure, he reached out and called for help.

The lieutenant glanced at the corporal next to him, who grinned, pulled the bolt of the M249 machine gun, pointed the muzzle at the hole, and pulled the trigger!

At this moment, you are designated as close-range bullet observers!
Chu Chu Chu!
His head was beaten to pieces. If black people saw it, they would think he was discriminating against them. It looked just like a watermelon.

"Keep searching, find anyone alive and kill them!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two BLU-82 bombs killed nearly 400 militants, completely destroying their manpower.

Only a few drug dealers are still fighting desperately by taking advantage of the terrain.

There is no way the drug traffickers will give up Morelia!
At the suburban train station in Catio in western Michoacan State, Battalion B of the 16th Regiment quickly wiped out the drug traffickers guarding the site and blew up the railway tracks with bombs!
No reinforcements allowed up!
"Get out of the car! Walk!" the accompanying US military adviser gave the order.

The train doors opened and drug dealers ran down with weapons in hand, walking towards their destination at the shouts of their leader.

"The Mexican Northern Army must have set up a defense line ahead. If we want to get there, we can only go around it!" Consultant Wilson said to his companions, frowning and drawing lines on the map.

"This place is more than 200 kilometers away from the capital! Do you think drug dealers are supermen if you run over there?" his companion asked with eyes wide open.

Wilson was silent for a moment.

This distance...

My legs must be broken from running.

More than 200 kilometers is actually very close. It only takes one or two hours to get there by train, plane, or car. But if you run... it will take several days, and by the time they arrive, it won’t even be their turn to collect the bodies.

"Plane! The Northern Army's planes are coming!"

While several American consultants were still discussing "what to eat in the evening", the drug dealer on alert started shouting loudly, with a megaphone in his hand, "Get out! Get out!"

Wilson and others looked up quickly and saw seven or eight black spots approaching.

"what is that?"

"B-24!!!" The companion next to him was holding a telescope, and after taking a look, he couldn't help but shout out.

This thing…

The development began in 1939, and it was put into service and participated in actual combat in 1941. This aircraft was the largest large bomber produced by the United States during World War II, and it was also the most used bomber. The production of up to 1.9 aircraft established its position in the history of aircraft development. The B-24 bomber not only participated in the war in Europe, but also was the "king of the sky" in the vast sea and air battlefields of Africa and Asia.

Don't look at it because it's old.

But it is still strong and healthy!
"Air defense!"

An accompanying American "mercenary" hurried over and picked up the stinger.

Aim at the "overlord" flying in the sky.

嗏

Most individual anti-vehicle weapons are weapons of last resort. If you can use a vehicle to fight a vehicle, even a light vehicle against a heavy vehicle, or an auxiliary vehicle against a main battle vehicle, then don't be so desperate as to rely on the fire stick in your hand!
For this thing, theory and practice are two different things.

You're lucky to have hit the helicopter.

The Soviets said the Stinger's hit rate was only 10%.

This may be an exaggeration.

But you want to fight bombers?

Idiot's dream!

They don't even fight with you, they just drop the "takeaway" in the air.

The Americans ran away. Although they didn't know what was dropped, it couldn't be cigarettes dropped by the bomber.

"Eight rounds of 75-gallon napalm, full territory coverage!"

Buzz! !

Molotov cocktails dropped from the sky.

Bounce...

American consultant Wilson turned his head and saw the flames behind him radiating outwards, instantly engulfing the slow-running drug dealers.

"Ahhh!!!"

He shouted and ran forward with a flushed face. At this time, he must be faster than the Olympic champion.

The coverage area of ​​napalm bombs can exceed 2000 square meters. If eight of them are dropped, where can you run?!

Sometimes human power is exhausted...

When Wilson couldn't run anymore and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, he could only watch in horror as the flames swallowed him up!
There was no screaming.

Looking from the sky, it's like hell on earth below!

The napalm bombs burned the trains, leaving the ground barren and scorched earth...

You can see the charred bodies...

Unrecognizable...

A crow was standing on a branch, cawing strangely, and its cold eyes were staring at the corpses around it.

He suddenly rushed down, tore off a piece of meat and ran away.

All...all burned to death!
This is an armed force of drug traffickers with more than 2000 people!
Of course, this was not a single case. The order issued by the front-line commander Kennedy was "to kill the enemy's living forces at all costs."

If you, a drug dealer, dare to come out as reinforcements, without the civilians to worry about, of course they will throw the drugs at you.

State of Guerrero.

The city of Querétaro.

It is only 220 kilometers away from Mexico City.

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, the top consultant for the Southern drug traffickers, had shaking hands when he took the message.

“All…all dead?!”

"Intelligence from the Pentagon shows that they saw this scene using reconnaissance satellites." The adjutant next to him said in a deep voice.

"According to the Pentagon's calculations and tests, the Northern Army should have used incendiary bombs."

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson looked at the photo in his hand and felt a little nauseous. He threw it aside, took a deep breath, and lit a cigarette to relieve his stomach discomfort.

"General, I don't think Morelia can be defended."

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson was very unwilling and slammed the table hard. "Are we going to compromise like this in the future? We retreat as soon as the Northern Army drops a large-scale lethal weapon? Then why fight? Just surrender!"

"The drug dealers' weapons are not on the same level." The adjutant shook his head.

"Where's Gustavo?" Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson asked of the nominal boss of the Southern drug traffickers.

Speaking of this, the adjutant was very dissatisfied, "He doesn't act like a leader at all now. He just looks for women all day long. Now he is surrounded by women every day, trying to have a son."

"..."

Ever since his illegitimate son was killed by Victor, Gustavo, the leader of the "Theological Army", suddenly lost his energy and spirit. He just played with women all day long, playing with women when he woke up and when he went to bed.

It seems that she is very obsessed with her son.

How?
Do you think Victor isn't satisfied with killing enough people? Do you want to give birth to another one for him to kill?
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson's face darkened as he picked up the whip on the table and said, "Go!"

He led his men aggressively and rushed towards Gustavo's so-called "official residence".

A mansion in the city.

When Jeffrey Olsen and his men came over, they were shocked by the scene inside.

In the swimming pool…

There were seven or eight female corpses floating there, without any clothes on, and the water was dyed red!
They seemed to have suffered severe abuse before death, and after death, they were soaked in water for a long time, and they became a bit like giants!

It also attracted mosquitoes. Gustavo, smelling of alcohol and with a flushed face, was lying on the ground next to the swimming pool, snoring.

"Farke! Farke!!"

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson's face turned livid, and the soldiers behind him couldn't help but vomit.

He took a deep breath, turned and left.

"Abandon him and find someone else." He said decisively.

If one dog is useless, just replace it!

As for the discarded ones?
Then send him to trial!

After coming out of the villa, Jeffrey Olsen still couldn't calm down the anger in his chest. Part of him felt sorry for those women, but a big part of him also felt that Gustavo was mentally ill and had completely abandoned himself.

MD!

The Pentagon has put a lot of thought into him.

"Throw Morelia out."

When the adjutant got in the car, he suddenly said, "We can't hold it anymore."

"I will apply for another military aid from the Pentagon. There are some old things in the warehouse that we can't use. They are not suitable for us, but suitable for the Confederate Army. I will talk to Elvis Salinas and ask them to buy them with funds."

Elvis Salinas was nominally the President of the South.

He once served in the United States and is considered a member of the American military, and a puppet supported by the United States!
As for Gustavo?

It's simply because his influence is greater, but after watching it today, I realized that even if you are Jesus, you have to die. You are so incompetent!
The adjutant lowered his voice and said, "Raytheon hopes to sell a batch of weapons."

Jeffrey Olsen nodded expressionlessly, "Tell them to send someone over."

Raytheon is one of the US defense companies with many products, ranging from communications to semiconductors to infrared tracking of missiles. AGM-65 Maverick missile, MIM-104 Patriot missile and AIM-9 Sidewinder missile are their products.

However, some defective products will appear during the production process, and the US military will return some of the weapons.

But you have to destroy the things you get back yourself, which is really troublesome in terms of manpower, material resources and time, so you sell them to others through "third-party channels".

For example, terrorist organizations in the Middle East, armed warlords in Africa, and guerrillas in West Asia.

Consultants like Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson naturally have "part-time jobs", selling things for some defense companies and getting commissions.

And you don't have to go through the Pentagon's bill.

Everyone can make extra money, so why not do it?

It's all business, you think.

People like Victor who fight against drugs not for money are simply crazy!

The Yankees hated him.

Hearing Jeffrey Olson's agreement, the adjutant let out a long sigh, smiled and nodded.

It’s good to make money!

……

"What? Retreat!" Osier Cardenas roared, grabbed the younger brother in front of him, his eyes bloodshot.

As the patriarch of the Michoacan family.

Having taken root in this land for a long time, they are different from other teams in that their criminal structure is mainly composed of family members, relatives and friends, so they are also particularly united.

Even the so-called new generation of Jalisco couldn’t do anything to them later, and El Mencho had to use a tone of “cooperation” with him.

But now the new generation of Jalisco is gone, El Mencho is dead.

The Northern Army is coming.

The Southern Drug Cartel that he joined actually asked him to retreat, and that gang abandoned Michoacan.

"I can't...I can't hold on any longer, brother."

Osier Cárdenas's younger brother said tremblingly beside him.

"We have to defend it even if we can't! Are you afraid of death? Even if we die, we will die here."

"We can go somewhere else and regroup. If we all die, then we'll really lose everything." His brother also said that he was kicked to the ground by the angry opponent.

Osiel Cardenas held a gun in his hand, "I will kill anyone who talks about running again! Morelia can't give up!"

Gunshots suddenly rang out outside.

The shouts of the Northern Army slowly approached.

The younger brother lying on the ground looked like he was struggling.

Osiel Cárdenas punched and kicked his other relatives, telling them to go out and fight to the death.

"Enough!" His younger brother turned on the safety, pointed at the other party, and bang!

One shot to the head!
The Michoacan family patriarch stared in disbelief. He didn't believe that his brother would kill him? !

Others who saw this scene were also panicked.

"Don't make a fuss! From now on I accept the Michoacan family. The Northern Army can't stop us. Let's go, leave Morelia!"

He turned around and left decisively.

The relatives behind him looked at Osier Cardenas, who was lying on the ground with his eyes open, shuddered, and hurried to follow.

If you don't run, it will be too late.

Morelia is now in ruins.

As long as you keep walking on the road, you will be hit by a volley of bullets. Decent people will hide at home.

The siege war turned into a security war.

Outside the cabin in the suburbs, Casare hadn't slept for more than ten hours. He just sat there. As he said, he would sit there as long as the fight lasted.

"Sir, sir! Morelia has been shot down!"

Just then a soldier ran over and shouted loudly, his tone full of joy.

Jason Bourne beside him also showed joy and turned to look at Casare.

The latter slowly stood up, his legs shaking, because he had been sitting for too long. He smiled and said with full energy, "Send a victory report to the Governor! Give credit to the Fourth Battalion!"

"Jason Bourne, find Manstein and ask him to curb the military's actions and try not to harm civilians."

The word "try your best" has a wide range.

Just don't let the US military commit rape and murder.

So shameful.

However, it is true that the US military allows drug addicts, criminals and many mentally ill people to enter the military. How can this system be good?
According to statistics, the rate of sexual assault in the U.S. military is about 15%! (I found out it was 40%, which is too outrageous, I think it should be lowered a bit.)
Victor has a sense of shame.

Jason Bourne said yes and took his men to the front line.

Casare looked at the city in the distance, and a great ambition emerged in his heart, but he was uneducated and could only say, "Manstein is awesome!"

Tijuana.

Victor also received the news of the liberation of Morelia and was very happy.

"Well done. Congratulations to the Fourth Battalion on my behalf. I will go to Morelia to award them medals in a week."

The secretary was writing down everything that was said.

"Order Higmut Lister to continue the attack on Michoacan State and wipe out the remaining forces."

Victor paused, "Form the 2th Marine Division, select two regiments from each division, transfer Rommel as the division commander, and Fedor von Bock as the chief of staff!"

"The 4th Marine Division is based in Coahuila."

The secretary paused, but immediately wrote it down.

Rommel was promoted directly from battalion commander to commander of the 1st Marine Division.

Tsk tsk tsk…

Ride a rocket.

It's useless to have a noble person support you, you need a noble person to push your buttocks.

Victor took a puff of his cigarette and said, "That's it for now."

The secretary nodded and hurried to convey the order.

As soon as the other party left, George Smiley from the Thirteen Guardians came in. "General, Mossad has issued a new global wanted list. There are six of us on the list."

He handed over the message in his hand.

In order to avenge the Second World War, Mossad would offer rewards from time to time. Many bounty hunters made a living from this. Many German veterans of the Second World War were arrested and tried.

Victor took it and saw that the first place was him.

Victor Carlos Vieri: 4500 million US dollars!
Fourth place: Casare Gonzalez: 2456 million US dollars!
Tenth place: Kennedy (Mexican military): 1890 million US dollars!
Thirteenth place: Augustin Przewczynski: 920 million US dollars!
No. 300: Jason Bourne: $ million.

No. 70: Kwaukmote: US$.

There are 6 of them in the first . If you don’t know, you might think the Northern Army is some terrorist organization.

The total bounty on Victor from various organizations exceeded 3 million US dollars!
It's simply appalling.

Victor squinted his eyes, looking at the list, and suddenly raised his head and asked George Smiley, "Do you like shredded squid?"

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(End of this chapter)