Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 354 We have a spy among us!

Victor really, really hated Yankees.

I don't know why, but these guys just have a disgusting and nauseating urge.

"Mr. Governor... Mr. Field Whitney is going to die." Enrique, the Brazilian representative, said tremblingly, and he was a little frightened when he saw the American with blood on his face out of the corner of his eye.

Latin America is full of tyrants!

For example, Mexico’s iron-fisted tyrants: Porfirio Díaz-Morri, General Victoriano Huerta.

Manuel Estrada Cabrera of Guatemala.

General Maximiano Hernández Martínez of El Salvador believed in witchcraft and was incompetent in governing the country.

There is also the Somoza family, which has ruled Nicaragua for more than 40 years and is a lackey and minions of the United States.

There are countless such powerful figures, most of whom came to power through military coups.

So there is a saying that goes: a Latin American style that is magical, expressive and full of mythology.

Many people don't have a very favorable impression of the United States.

Oh my goodness~ I have rebelled and become the master of my own house, and now you, the United States, want to give me orders?
But most tyrants still pretend to be "humble".

How can he be like Victor, who comes up and gives someone an ashtray?
"Going to die? Really? Go check it out."

The Propaganda Minister Goebbels nodded, walked over, grabbed Field Whitney's hair, dragged him to a laundry stone nearby, looked around, and asked someone to bring an axe from a resident's door.

Lift it up!
With a ferocious look on his face, he chopped his neck hard!
The head just fell off with a gurgling sound.

hiss…

Many people in the delegation standing nearby were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and some even peed.

After staying in the so-called "civilized society" for a long time, you always think that people outside will give in to you because of the name of the "United Nations".

What a joke!
Do you know what a military leader is?

European military leaders lack dominance. Look at the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, what about the Wei Bo soldiers and politics?

I am a military leader, why should I listen to your politics?
Don't talk to me about this messed up situation. If you don't make me happy, I'll kill you. It's obvious that Victor is not happy with Field Whitney.

George Smiley and others had no expression on their faces.

The general has been quite bloodthirsty lately, and perhaps in order to stretch his muscles, he will pull out all the drug dealers in the Tijuana prison and kill them with his own hands.

The criminals were beaten to death with hammers and floggings, and cried out in pain.

Brazilian representative Enrique turned pale, swallowed, his pupils dilated radiantly, and his whole body trembled.

He nearly collapsed to the ground when Victor clapped his hand on his shoulder.

The main thing was that blood was spurting from the American's neck.

When have you seen this scene before?

"Don't worry, if friends come, I have good wine. If enemies come, I only have a shotgun." Victor supported him and said with a smile.

He suddenly turned his head, with a sinister look in his eyes, like an eagle's gaze and a wolf's look!
Looking at the crying stenographer, "Write, Field Whitney died in an accident."

Propaganda Minister Goebbels slowly approached with the axe.

The stenographer hurriedly picked up the notebook and wrote it down, but his hands were shaking as he wrote. When he finished, Victor snatched it away, glanced at it with satisfaction, and looked at the delegation, "I think you will be willing to sign it."

Under his coercion, everyone signed their names.

Victor handed it to Goebbels and said, "Please make a press release to express our condolences to the family of Mr. Field Whitney."

Public opinion is a thing...

It depends on who holds the initiative.

Even if you later found out that Field Whitney was killed by Victor, you had already lost the upper hand in the public opinion battle by publicizing it widely.

"Let's go, ladies and gentlemen. I have prepared a welcome dinner for you at the Governor's Mansion."

Victor held representatives from Brazil and Venezuela on his left and right, and other people followed behind him, surrounding him as he left the slums.

As for the Yankee’s corpse?

"Feed it to the dogs." Goebbels threw the axe on the ground, glanced at it, and said to the bodyguard.

As for the fear of retaliation?
From the moment the U.S. military began to oppose and the political arena began to commit crimes, the two sides were mortal enemies.

The most important thing is that I do whatever the general tells me to do.

The main point is: loyalty!

...

The nights in North America get dark very early.

In a tropical rainforest on the border of Guerrero and Michoacan.

You can vaguely see a camp inside.

The lights are flickering and the figures are bright.

This is the location of the 7th Missile Battalion of Southern Mexico, equipped with two MGM-52 ballistic missiles, commonly known as "Long Mao!"

The drug dealers spent a lot of money to get a lot of obsolete things from the United States.

The price is not cheap and the range is short.

The total range is only about 120 kilometers. It is simply a pipe dream to want to launch a missile from here to Tijuana. But since it is revenge, then prepare to launch an attack on the city in Michoacan State.

But there is a traitor among the drug dealers, and once the news about Ethan Hunt is released, it may not be easy to launch normally.

Snapped!
A man who was obviously drunk walked out of a wooden house in the camp. He was wearing a brown military uniform with the rank of captain on it.

Drug dealers in the South are becoming more and more formalized, but these military uniforms are really ugly!

He untied his trousers and went to a dark place to relieve himself. He shivered and a stream of water spurted out, with a soul-stirring sound coming out of his mouth.

Just as he was about to pull up his pants, a hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind and dragged him into the bushes!

Oh oh oh!
The captain stared and tried to struggle, but a dagger stabbed into his neck artery casually, and blood spurted out. The bloodletting groove on the bayonet accelerated the bleeding, and he stopped moving after a while.

The painted "Ghost" Simon Riley pulled out his dagger, gestured around him, and lowered his body.

I saw about a dozen people coming out from the bushes in the rainforest next to me.

Task Force 141!
Current name: Mexican Army 141st Special Forces Brigade!

Victor was well aware of the necessity of special operations in the modern battlefield. He increased the number of people from the original 89 to 312. The former first-class police captain John McTavish served as the captain with the rank of colonel!

312 people were selected from the people in the Northern Governor's Office.

The selection is through voluntary registration and recommendation by troops, and the period is 1 month. It will go through multiple rounds of selection. There are more than 3000 participants, and finally only 200 will be selected. The ratio seems high, but these 3000 people are the elite of their respective troops.

The mortality rate is still extremely high.

The last selection criterion is that the command will give a name to each group of five recruits: find him and kill him!

Of course, it won’t be too difficult. You can’t just kill a certain high-ranking drug dealer. Most of them are drug leaders somewhere in the border area.

If you die, the mission fails.

Only true heroes can join Task Force 141!

In the first selection, more than 3000 out of 500 people made it to the final round. In the end, some gave up and some failed.

I have to say, this kind of Gu-raising model will definitely be able to fight.

And Victor is not stingy. Once you join, you will be an officer, and the salary of a second lieutenant is much higher than that of a lieutenant in the ordinary army.

After receiving the order to remove the missile battalion, the battalion dispatched a total of 11 teams to infiltrate according to the given coordinates.

Simon Riley made a gesture of outflanking and led his men along the black edge. He installed a silencer on the assault rifle. Hey, he actually let him sneak in and rushed into the open space where two missile launchers were parked. He didn't care about anything and stuck to the sides of the two vehicles with the time bomb.

Just wave and run.

These drug dealers have no vigilance at all!
The countdown begins…

100 seconds!
When Simon Riley approached the wooden house where the captain had just walked out, he dodged and fired towards the inside!

There were several officers sitting inside who were already drunk. When they saw the stranger suddenly break in, they were knocked down before they could even react.

As soon as the gunfire started, the special forces who had infiltrated threw grenades into the sleeping quarters of the soldiers who were sleeping soundly in the house!
Boom!
There was a bang, and then the door opened, and a light machine gun was fired at the inside. Looking for someone?

Who are you looking at!

Just scan it.

The people inside fell in a pool of blood in their underwear before they could react.

The on-duty personnel who heard the noise finally reacted, shouted and rang the alarm, and the entire military camp was suddenly in chaos.

buzz~
"Where are the people! Where are they?" There were also officers who were at a loss, their clothes were in tatters and they looked like beggars.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Simon Riley certainly would not fight a protracted war with them. The use of special forces lies in "special operations". If you ask them to fight that kind of defensive war with the front-line troops, isn't that asking for trouble?
When they pull up their rocket launchers, they will blow you into powder.

Don't over-mythologize the special forces.

You see, don’t India’s India always have problems?

100 second…

1 second…

When the time comes, the time bomb starts to accumulate power and explodes!

boom!
A huge, visible shock wave destroyed everything around it, and the drug dealers lost their lives without even opening their eyes.

Trees in the nearby rainforest were blown down.

The wild animals hiding in the darkness were in a panic and had no idea where to go.

On a sycamore tree in the distance, a cheetah stared at the fireball in the distance with human-like fear in its eyes. Its fur stood on end and a low roar came from its throat.

But soon he ran away with his tail between his legs.

It can also feel the fear that brings!

Simon Riley and his men had already fled in a specially made assault vehicle, and he didn't even look back when he heard the explosion behind him.

Real men never look at explosions.

With an explosion like this, there would probably be no survivors.

Even if you are Gundam, you still have to call me dad now.

Rushing towards Michoacan.

But the operation was not all smooth sailing. At the border between Coahuila and Nuevo León, Task Force 141 that raided here was counterattacked by the enemy!
Joseph Allen, who was in charge of the team and nicknamed "Private First Class", stepped on a "mine" used for perimeter security.

Fuck!
The drug dealers here are experienced and used to being ambushed. They have placed mines outside, which will definitely explode once you step on them!
Joseph Allen was killed on the spot!
Without a leader, the special forces were naturally taken over by the one with the highest rank, but the drug dealers inside also realized that the fighting power of this group of people was obviously not right.

No head exposed.

Basically, you have to rely on cover to outlast the assault team, waiting for the troops to go around and attack the enemy from behind.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Scarecrow, who took over, yelled into the headset and patted the team member next to him, signaling him to move back.

"Bazooka, suppress enemy fire!"

A strong-looking gunner picked up an M136 AT4 rocket launcher and fired at the drug dealers hiding in a place!

puff~
When this thing flew over there, the drug dealer hiding over there was so scared that he ran out with his legs raised high, covering his butt?

boom! !

Those who couldn't dodge in time were blown down.

The M136 AT4 rocket launcher is cheap at less than $1500, making it a very suitable carry-on. Recently, drug dealers in the South have also begun to arm themselves on a large scale.

This thing…

Really cheap.

After the explosion, Scarecrow ran away with his men, and the drug dealers behind him chased them relentlessly, even bringing out dogs, looking like they were determined to kill them to the end.

"Call for border support!"

The person following Scarecrow half-crouched down and sent a signal for help to the call positioning system according to the command.

Of course, it is not the US military's Joint Fire Support System (JFSS JASMINE) - JTAC, which is too advanced and the US military has not yet developed it.

Task Force 141 is now responsible for locating and transmitting distress signals, and dispatching reinforcement troops based on the signals.

One word to highlight: rich!

Basically, it surpasses many countries, nearly 300 countries in the world. Mexico's current military strength is definitely in the top without exaggerating!
This is modesty.

Not humble?
top ten!

When Scarecrow and his soldiers retreated after running for a whole night and were exhausted, the drug dealers kept chasing them!
As they were getting close to the border, they ran out of bullets.

Just when he thought he was going to die.

Two Mi-2s rushed over in the afterglow of the morning glow.

The drug dealers who were chasing them saw this and their faces suddenly changed and they ran away.

NMD, you have no moral principles. Why are you asking for help in a one-on-one challenge?
Chu Chu Chu!
The Mi-8's machine gun just licked the ground, not minding the dirt at all.

The drug dealers were screaming in pain, but they also dispersed in an orderly manner. The armed helicopters couldn't split them into several pieces and chase them.

These drug dealers are very experienced!

He looks like a veteran at first glance.

maybe…

What about the Americans?

...

Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun.

boom!boom!boom! !

"Grand Master" Abrego slammed the table in frustration, his eyes filled with resentment, "There is a traitor among us!"

He was about to take revenge on Tijuana when he was raided at night.

And the coordinates are so accurate, how can this be justified?

Abrego glanced at everyone.

"Boss, you know it's impossible for me to betray the organization. My parents were both killed by Victor." A bearded man raised his hand.

"Me too. I was scared out of my wits by Victor's cannonballs. I have no kinship with them!"

Abrego looked at everyone, but not at Ethan Hunt, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

"Victor, what about you? Do you have anything to say? You are in charge of the intelligence."

"I'll find out for you in three days!" Ethan's eyes were vicious. "This bastard must be killed. He is destroying our interests!"

Ok…

Even if you get angry, you have to scold.

Abrego's eyes flashed and he looked at the other person deeply. Compared with other people, he had been in the martial arts world for so many years and always felt that there was something about the other person that he could not see through.

"Alright, let's all disperse. I'll leave this matter to Victor."

No one knew why he suddenly changed his attitude so quickly, but everyone still left obediently.

"Wait, Victor, I have something to tell you."

Ethan was about to leave when he was stopped, but he nodded and stopped, waiting until everyone had left.

Abrego looked at him...

"In four days, a team of wild boys will come to guide our work. They will then launch an attack on the border. You will be in charge then."

Ethan Hunt frowned.

I always feel like there's something wrong here!

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(End of this chapter)