Chapter 77 Guatemalan Special Forces!
Six pm.
It happened to be hotel time.
Santos sat down at the dinner table on time, holding his rice bowl and quietly waiting for the "Guadalupe Island News" to play.
This is a recently launched program.
The main purpose is to convey the current affairs of Guadalupe Island and Mr. Victor's "important instructions."
"Island Grand Duke" Victor.
"The following is the news released by the police station."
The male host wearing glasses read from the script.
"Guadalupe Island will carry out a large-scale sweep of drug residues. No one is allowed to participate in the production, hiding, or selling of drugs. Violators will be punished with death! Drug abusers can be sent to a drug rehabilitation center for compulsory detoxification."
"Residents on the island are not allowed to illegally possess firearms and ammunition and are required to hand them in within three days, otherwise compulsory measures will be taken."
“December 27 will be designated as Guadalupe Island’s Freedom Day to celebrate the success of the anti-drug campaign.”
"Police spokesperson Officer Casare said: Guadalupe Island will open two large-scale processing plants, which can satisfy the needs of 2,000 people. At the same time, in order to increase the employment opportunities and work income of the islanders, "manufacturing" will be implemented on the island. "Piece rate" work, the hourly wage is not less than 1 peso, and those who need it can go to the police station to register on their own, "
Santos heard the cheers from his neighbors upstairs and downstairs.
Everything else has nothing to do with them. This is a real "people's livelihood project", and the hourly wage is not less than 1 peso. If you work 18 hours a day, this is considered a high salary in Mexico.
Nearly more than 200 US dollars a month.
Vallentina patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to eat. Santos nodded and was about to eat tortillas when he heard another sound coming from the TV.
"Mr. Victor, the head of the police station, said that a three-year police academy will be established on Guadalupe Island, focusing on cultivating special talents in line with Mexico's national conditions. It will recruit students aged 14 to 19. The school will not charge any fees, and each student Living allowances will also be paid every month, and those with outstanding performance will enter the police station as internships.”
Santos raised his head suddenly, with food still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were shining as he listened to the host's announcement.
“Mom, I’m going to participate in this!”
Vallentina frowned and watched the TV. Which Mexican parent would want their children to become police officers?
You have a better future as a gangster in Mexico than this.
Perhaps sensing Valentina's hesitation, Santos jumped down from the chair and hugged her, "I want to be a brave person like my father."
Valentina touched his head, "But it will be very hard."
"What are you afraid of? I am a man. What I should be afraid of is standing still instead of moving forward bravely."
Santos is actually 14 years old, but his body seems to be developing very slowly, and he looks at least a head shorter than his peers, but his words are so powerful.
"Mom, Mr. Victor said it!"
"eléxito no tiene que estar en mí! eléxito debe estar en mí!!" (The success does not have to be mine, the success must be mine!)"
There was a light in Santos' eyes.
“My name is destined to be written in the history of Mexico.”
Valentina was also shocked by Santos' words. A child could have such an idea. What parents look forward to most is for their children to grow up. She covered her mouth, thinking of the sadness of being alone with her children all these years, and couldn't help hugging her. Santos cried.
"Mom, don't worry, I will protect you, I will protect Mr. Victor, and I will protect the entire Mexico!"
Suddenly he felt the glass shaking, and the vibration of the engine sounded in his ears. Santos thought the sound was very familiar.
"Helicopter! It's a helicopter!" He happily ran to the window, stretched out his head and looked around, and sure enough he saw a helicopter flying at low altitude.
Waving excitedly.
But it feels like something is wrong. This...why is the plane a bit unfamiliar?
Buzz buzz
The sound of the engine sounded on the beach.
I saw a red transport truck driving over, with a canopy covering two things, but judging from the derivatives, it should look like a gun barrel.
All the idle people at the dock were driven away.
The transport truck stopped smoothly, and the crane behind it came over. Several police officers jumped on the transport truck and pulled open the awning, revealing the big guy inside.
Let’s grandly introduce the new member: AK6 naval gun!
Caliber: 30 mm, total weight: 1918 kg, total length: 1629 mm, maximum range: 8100 meters, muzzle velocity: 900 meters/second.
It was originally planned to have all shore-based guns, but the total tonnage of ships that the dock can accommodate is no more than 1,000 tons. There is no need to worry about large ships landing. The biggest worry should be the small yachts or hovercrafts. To deal with these, naval guns are just right.
Who said naval guns have to be on the ship? I put them on land!
The police officers on the ground heard the sound of propellers, raised their heads in confusion, and also saw the helicopter. The leading police sergeant thought carefully, "No! This is not our plane!"
"Quick! Call the bureau!"
The police officers accompanying the team quickly pulled up the communication system pinned to their clothes and shouted inside, "An unknown helicopter has invaded Guadalupe Island! Repeat, an unknown helicopter has invaded Guadalupe Island!"
"Copy that." A calm voice came from the other end.
Inside the police station, a piercing air defense alarm sounded instantly.
The quick-reacting EDM police officers quickly put on their equipment, while other group members took their positions as planned.
The fire support team members ran to the garage and drove out a modified troop carrier.
A Swiss-made "Oerlikon" GDF-005 anti-aircraft gun was welded on it!
It is absolutely useful for shooting down low-altitude aircraft.
Victor, under the protection of Casare and a few police officers, climbed onto the high-rise platform of the police station and picked up a telescope to observe the helicopter.
A Bell 212 helicopter!
It was discovered that the other side's fuselage actually had Kaibi written on it "very boldly"! !
"Guatemalan Special Forces?!" Victor frowned.
This unit is so familiar. On December 5, 1974, the Guatemalan military government established the Commando School (Escuela de Comandos).
Three months later, on March 5, 1975, it was renamed the Kaibil Training and Special Operations Center (Kaibil Special Operations Center).
Although this unit is from the Guatemalan military, it is known for its unruly nature. The most important thing is that they kill civilians. The most famous one is the massacre of ordinary people in Las Dos Erres in December 1982.
There were even rapes and murders.
It was also heard in Mexico at that time.
But NMD, Guatemala is more than 900 kilometers away from here. You told me that you flew a helicopter here?
You don’t use oil, do you use chicken feathers?
"Boss, here they come!" Casare exclaimed beside him.
"Shoot them down!"
Victor gave the order decisively.
No matter if you are Guatemala or Mala next door, you come in without saying hello?
Uncle Victor will not tolerate you!
...
Alvaro Colom held the handle tightly and looked down. Seeing that many people below were waving at their helicopter, a kind of madness appeared on his thin face!
"Kill them!" He pointed to the machine gunner below.
As the commander of the Guatemalan special forces "Kaibi", he is well-known in the military for his brutality, cold-bloodedness and unscrupulous means, and has committed numerous crimes in the country.
He originally led his team to participate in the military parade in Baja California and the Mexican military, but heard that the Gulf Group offered a reward of 5 million US dollars for the head of a policeman?
This made him, who was bold by nature, extremely excited. He took his team members to Guadalupe Island during the interval of the exercise!
This is really...
It is unheard of to happen in other places.
But it is definitely too fake to say that it is commonplace in the fantasy Latin American region, but it has happened.
In 1968, a farmer in Honduras ran his sheep into El Salvador and clashed with the locals, and the two sides fought.
Then the Honduran patrol soldiers rushed into the other side's territory and killed 7 people, including a local chief. It is said that the war between the two sides the following year was also related to this.
Hearing Alvaro's order, the machine gunner opened the GAU-16 12.7G heavy machine gun and fired at the crowd below.
This sudden scene made at least a dozen people below unable to run, and they were shot and fell to the ground. The survivors screamed and the injured cried.
Alvaro laughed. He liked this kind of mental stimulation. He had done this in the past when he was in China. He tied the people who resisted the government army to the rocks and then laid them in the sea. He enjoyed the other party's screams.
But suddenly, the pilot's body trembled, as if he was frightened. He pulled the joystick and wanted to fly up as if he was avoiding something?
The next second...
The alarm sounded in the machine, which was very harsh.
This made Alvaro tremble in his heart.
"What's going on!" He hurriedly grabbed the armrest and asked loudly.
"Tu madre! (NMD), we were shot." The pilot shouted with a screaming voice, and the helicopter rotated and fell directly from mid-air. The nose of the helicopter rubbed against the ground, emitting sparks and dragging a long black trail!
It crashed into the wall before stopping.
The fuselage was filled with smoke.
The EDM team in the police station, who had been prepared for a long time, drove the vehicle towards the destination.
Alvaro was not dead. He struggled out of the helicopter with several team members. As soon as he climbed out, someone pointed a gun at his head.
He raised his hand very casually, even with an indifferent smile on his face, "I surrender!"
"I am Alvaro Colom, a lieutenant of the Guatemalan Special Forces. I ask you to treat the prisoners well!"
Victor, who arrived in the second batch, jumped out of the car and laughed when he heard this.
"What fell from the sky is a criminal, not a prisoner!"
Victor stood in front of him, looking down from above, squinting his eyes, hooking his hand at Kennedy, and when the other party came closer, he pulled out his dagger, grabbed the teammate next to Alvaro, and stabbed him from the side of the neck!
The other party struggled hard, begging the captain, hoping to save him.
"Don't worry, I'll send him to see you when I've had enough fun with him!" Victor leaned over and whispered in his ear.
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