Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 433: Kill Velupillai Prabhakaran!
Sri Lanka. Jaffna Peninsula. Inuvial Village!
Maybe not very famous.

But this place is quite famous in the history of world anti-terrorism.

The short and fat LTTE leader Velupillai Prabhakaran was born here.

After he became famous, in order to give back to his hometown, the entire village was filled with small Western-style buildings, and there was a sculpture of him in the middle, with his hands on his hips, looking at Colombo with a disdainful look.

But now...

This village was unusually quiet, no, there was even a hint of weeping.

Hundreds of villagers squatted in the open space in the center of the village, looking at the soldiers around them in horror. These people wore hoods and carried M4 carbines used by the US military.

A white-haired old man was hung on the ground with a dagger stuck in his mouth. He tilted his head back, staring with his eyes wide open, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.

Blood dripped from his body, dripping... hitting the ground, and also hitting the hearts of the villagers.

Such a crude method...

You don't need to look to know that these people are from the Mexican 4th Battalion.

There are not many of them, about 60 or so, and they are the frontline commandos.

After the 4th Battalion landed in Colombo, Erich Manstein led his men to Jaffna. Nearly 6 Sri Lankan navy, army and air force surrounded the island, determined to kill Velupillai Prabhakaran, the cancer.

Very confident.

Deputy battalion commander Gerd von Rundstedt came up with a "evil" idea. He organized people to infiltrate the village of Inuvir and kidnap its family, relatives, and friends. As long as the other party dared to show up, the army would besiege him.

Even if he didn't come, he could still shake the morale of the LTTE. After all, many people in Inuwel village followed him in the rebellion.

"Still no one has told me where Velupillai is hiding? Are there any of his family members in the village? Very good, I admire your courage."

Deputy Battalion Commander Gerd von Rundstedt's expression was serious. "But I don't like it."

As he said this, he grabbed a woman's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.

"No! No!!" The other person looked young, and she was struggling and crying loudly. When the men around her saw her being caught, they were obviously very emotional, and many of them stood up at once.

Click!

Chug tug tug tug! ! !
The soldier holding the squad machine gun fired a volley of bullets without blinking an eye. His arm was very steady, and the recoil seemed to be non-existent in his hand. Seven or eight strong men who stood up were killed instantly.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Never talk nonsense to you.

A warning is a sign of respect for the offender, not a necessity.

Seeing them shoot so decisively, the crowd was a little panicked. Many people were scared and cried, covering their mouths, their shoulders shaking constantly.

Gerd von Rundstedt grabbed the woman's hair, approached her, and twitched his nose. "Givenchy's Amarige, a new model released this year, not everyone can buy it. And... don't tell me you picked up this Franck Muller watch."

Dog nose!
These eyes are really sharp.

The woman was stared at by him, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

"Let me guess, maybe you are Velupillai Prabhakaran's sister!"

The number of immediate family members of Velupillai has been clearly ascertained long ago.

He went into hiding with his wife and two sons, but his biological sister and brother have been active in Inuvir village, mainly working for the LTTE, and few photos of them have been circulated.

Lundstedt was actually just bluffing, but the other party's panicked look made him certain in his heart, grinning, "It's a big fish."

"Is there anyone who can come forward and confess? The number of spots is limited. If you cooperate, I swear that I will never harm your lives and will ensure the safety of your property!"

He turned his head and looked at the villagers below.

Everyone lowered their heads, and a few people who knew each other looked at each other, hesitant.

"Okay! I like hard bones. Don't cry if they are broken."

"Sir... Sir, don't shoot, I surrender, I can be a witness, I surrender." At this moment, a middle-aged man with a limp raised his hand and shouted.

"Charles! What are you going to do? You dare to betray Velupillai, your whole family deserves to die!" Seeing him stand up, the tough guy in the front cursed loudly.

The soldier went up and shot him in the head with the butt of his rifle.

boom.

He fell to the ground twitching.

The middle-aged man named Charles shuddered, his eyes filled with fear.

"Don't worry, we are government troops, and we are here to protect the people. As long as you find the people inside, you will be a civilian."

Gerd von Rundstedt loosened his grip, walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Charles bent over, smiled flatteringly, and pointed at the crying woman on the ground, "She is Velupillai's sister, that is her son and husband, and that is Velupillai's mistress..."

He turned his head and pointed at the people in the crowd and said.

As he spoke, soldiers came over and dragged out the people inside.

In total, more than 20 were caught.

"Anything else?" asked the deputy battalion commander with a smile.

Charles stood on tiptoe and took a closer look, then shook his head. "It's all... here."

"Yes, yes, you are an ordinary person."

Rundstedt's expression fell, and he glanced at his subordinates, "Kill the rest."

"Ah? General, General..."

Charles panicked, "No, no." He waved his hands quickly, "You can't kill him."

But no one listened to him. The soldiers who received the order pulled the bolts of their rifles and shot at the people on the ground, killing them all in one swarm.

Terrorist organizations shall be punished by everyone!
The LTTE in Velupillai is also engaged in other criminal projects on the side, such as smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, etc. Otherwise, where would the funds come from?

"Ah! Ah!"

The traitor Charles knelt on the ground, tearing his hair and screaming in pain. He was shaking all over. He grabbed Rundstedt's feet and asked loudly, "Why, why kill them, why."

"Your position is somewhat wavering. Are you an ordinary citizen or a member of a terrorist organization now?" the deputy battalion commander said coldly with narrowed eyes.

The other party is still afraid...

He would not betray Velupillai even if he was not afraid of death.

He fell to the ground in despair, completely drained of energy.

Gerd von Rundstedt glanced at him with disdain in his heart, "You've already betrayed me, and you're still pretending to be your mother?"
After killing everyone, he retreated with Velupillai Prabhakaran's relatives, and Charles followed.

But when they reached a grove two kilometers away, he suddenly ordered the troops to rest and everyone to hide and not make any noise.

No one knows why, but military orders are as heavy as mountains, so just obey them.

After waiting for about 2 hours, the sky began to dawn.

"Get up quickly and fight back to Inuvir Village."

Gerd von Rundstedt returned with 60 soldiers. There were more people in the village at this time, and they were moving the bodies. When the Mexican army came back, the latter had no idea.

"Enemy attack!!"

The two sides began to exchange fire. The other side had a large number of people, about 200 people, and had strong firepower. Their skills and tactics were also good. It seemed that they had fought many battles before.

But they are facing the most elite Mexican military's independent 4th battalion...

60 people with 20 individual rocket launchers, bombing the village and razing it to the ground.

Gerd von Rundstedt leaned against the wall, looking around casually, and suddenly he focused and saw a face in the house opposite.

The short and fat body looks like a water tank!

That round face is so distinctive.

"Velupillai Prabhakaran!!!" he shouted excitedly, and the voice was so loud that many people on the battlefield heard it.

The short and fat man also heard it. He turned his head suddenly and saw a man not far away looking at him with red eyes. He felt a slight tremor in his heart.

An ominous premonition began to loom over my heart.

...

Victor has been a bit into fishing lately.

I always feel like I can calm down.

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We would sit by the river for hours.

Casare scratched his head and moved the rope from time to time. He seemed to have little patience. After Victor caught a fish, he helped to fish out the net.

"Boss, it's another big fish." He grabbed the fish's gills and held it up as if asking for credit.

"You, you need to be calm when fishing, but you just keep making a fuss. How are you going to do things in the future? Are you going to be so reckless?" Victor pointed at him.

If others heard this from their leader, they would definitely feel pressured, but who is Casare?
He was well-known for his high IQ and EQ. He smiled naively and said, "Aren't you the boss in charge? You are responsible for giving orders, and I am responsible for charging into battle. You control the direction of our ship, and I am responsible for accelerating the horsepower."

This is the bottom line.

Victor couldn't get angry even if he wanted to, so he just smiled and pointed at him.

"General."

Jeff Bennett, director of the Counterintelligence Agency, trotted over with excitement in his eyes. "We found a big fish. The head of Mossad in Mexico is in Sonora State and is being watched by our people."

Victor retrieved the fishing hook, grabbed some bait, and threw it into the river. He could see many fish jumping out.

"The fish scramble to be the first to jump out, and the fisherman quietly watches. The first one to jump out is not necessarily the biggest one."

As he finished speaking, he saw the small fish that were fighting for the bait fleeing in panic as if they had encountered something terrible.

A Pacific sturgeon rushed out in a flash, and the small fish that couldn't dodge in time were eaten directly.

Jeff Bennett lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think we can catch a big fish later?"

"Wait a minute. The fish are in the lake anyway. They can't get away."

"Yes, I understand."

Once you become an official, your speech becomes so mysterious.

Victor threw the fishing hook back into the river and sat on the chair. Just as he was about to calm down, he heard a rumbling sound coming from the bridge not far away.

Casare and the others turned their heads and saw a dozen or so modified motorcycles speeding along with loud noises, which was very distracting.

He was startled and glanced at the boss, who was already frowning slightly.

"Damn, what's going on? There are still people speeding in this place? Call the police station!" Casare said hurriedly.

This place is actually quite remote...

We are already out of Mexico City. There are big mountains on the outskirts. These speed racers are obviously mountain racers, but they couldn't imagine that their leader would be here.
The National Palace is magnificent and magnificent, but this deserted place is mysterious and elusive.

But isn’t this the magic of fishing?

Someone caught a dead body, but he was able to calmly finish fishing and then call the police...

"It's time to put away the fishing rods. This sound is unpleasant. Let's go." Victor shook his head and said to Joseph Joffre behind him.

The Secret Service bodyguards rushed up to collect the things.

The others escorted him to the car. Casare walked behind and said to his secretary in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "Let Carlos send someone to check. There are still drag racing everywhere in Mexico City, the best place. How do people do their work normally?"

"I'll call right away." The secretary said hurriedly.

As soon as Victor got into the car, Chief Secretary Traud Jung held out the phone to him, "General, the military is calling."

He raised an eyebrow, "Hey, it's me."

"General, Velupillai Prabhakaran of the LTTE was killed by the Fourth Battalion three hours ago, along with his eldest son and his younger brother. His younger sister, brother-in-law and other relatives, a total of 21 people, were captured."

The Army Chief Erich Ludendorff on the opposite side was very excited.

Victor felt better when he heard this. The 8th Battalion had only been in Sri Lanka for less than two weeks, about days, and they had done such a great job. It was a real show of strength!
"Bring Velupillai Prabhakaran's body and the other prisoners to Mexico City. I will open a special news outlet, execute them in public, and send a telegram to Manstein saying that I am very satisfied with their performance."

"But the hatred can only be relieved if the LTTE is killed, defeated and completely destroyed. The graves of Velupillai Prabhakaran's father and his elders should be blown up, and their bones should be dug out and crushed into powder with armored vehicles. Also, someone should write a biography about him, recording everything he did, so that he will be infamous forever."

Erich Ludendorff's hands were shaking as he held the phone.

This is too cruel. Not satisfied with just killing him, they want to dig up his grave and bones. Tsk tsk tsk tsk...

Subconsciously, I stood up straight and said, "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Ludendorff looked at the adjutant next to him, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Please help me think about whether I have offended the general."

adjutant:"???"

Victor was sitting in the car and still couldn't believe it. Wasn't this going too smoothly?

But then comes self-deprecation.

Isn’t it good if everything goes smoothly?

Is the stalemate still going to continue?

The LTTE doesn't have that many people, so it's just bad luck that they ran into them head-on.

"Drive back to the National Palace."

The other side is Sri Lanka.

When deputy battalion commander Gerd von Rundstedt reported the battle results to Manstein, the latter also looked unconvinced and repeatedly asked him to confirm.

The battalion commander didn't believe it until the other party swore an oath.

The body was pulled to Jaffna.

People who came after hearing the news immediately filled both sides of the road.

The body was pulled on a flatbed cart. Velupillai Prabhakaran was pale, fat, and had big ears. His eyes were open! (He really had his eyes open when he died).

There was an obvious gunshot wound on the forehead, which was the fatal wound.

Seeing more and more people coming, Gerd von Rundstedt became nervous and loaded his gun.

There are many Tamils ​​in this area, and it would be very difficult if a conflict really broke out.

As the atmosphere became increasingly tense...

Manstein led the remaining 700 people and charged forward, honking the horn and not letting up on the accelerator, waiting to see who dared to stand in their way! !
But in the distance...

A Tamil man in police uniform looked at him unkindly and held his clothes tightly, but the clothes were a bit bulky.

It's like something is installed!
...

(End of this chapter)