Chapter 176 Do you want to eat the 762 or the 12th cone?

Chapter 176 Do you want to eat the 762 or the 12th cone?

Chapter 176 Do you want to eat the 7.62 or the 12th cone?

US-Mexico border.

There is a small town called Crested Butte below San Diego, with a total population of about 1,700 people.

It’s only about 600 meters away from the nearest national border!

You can even see a lot of Mexican people selling things through the isolation net.

There are Americans wearing new clothes over there, and here are Mexicans who are hungry and waiting to be fed by kind people. A barbed wire divides human beings into two types.

As for some people who want to run over, Victor adheres to the principle... out of sight, out of mind, you can go over if you want, as long as the US border police can let you go.

Just like Castro's "Marle Smuggling Incident".

But don't sell drugs!

If you are selling drugs, the patrol police here will kill you!

"Hey, Rose, try it. This is the bread my mother made for me. I left a piece for you." A white American boy leaned against the barbed wire and handed over the food in his hand.

"Little Lyle, you can't extend your hand, it's illegal."

A fat-bellied American policeman walked over with a smile and tapped his hand with his baton. "If you reach over from here, Victor on the other side will chop off your hand!"

The white child's expression changed with fright.

"Hey! You fat pig, Mr. Victor will not bully children." The Mexican child opposite was quite wild, and he raised his middle finger at the policeman.

The angry American police wanted to beat him.

"Give me a moment, give me a moment"

At this moment, a horn sounded. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dozen police officers walking to the open space holding down more than 20 drug dealers.

Those people were all wearing hoods and were pinned to the ground trembling.

"Gentlemen and ladies, from now on, there will be a permanent game in the border area of ​​Baja California. Every week on 1.3.5, drug dealers will be hanged. On 2.4.6, there will be a public hammering. On Sundays, there will be a random game. Today, 22 drug dealers will be executed. Hammering is used as a warning to potential drug dealers!”

"Victor, watching you!"

shouted a police sergeant.

"Execution!"

Then I saw a strong police officer holding a hammer head, standing behind a drug dealer, picking up the hammer and hitting it hard. The head... tsk tsk tsk, it was even thinner than watery.

The warm blood splashed onto the drug dealer next to him, making him shudder in fear.

But the next second, his head was also smashed.

Along the border, the vendors and residents on both sides were all extremely quiet.

"Don't look, go home." The American policeman was also a little nauseous. He drove away the surrounding residents. Looking at the corpses of drug dealers on the ground, he muttered, "Barbaric tyrant!"

"Hey! Don't let your blood flow here, otherwise it will be illegal." He shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Mexican policemen swept away the blood with brooms.

This is actually one of Victor's methods of revenge.

Aren’t you opposed to my drug ban?

I will kill them every day in front of you.

Of course, this is just a small trick. If you, the CIA, blame me, I won’t do it to you. I, Victor, can’t swallow this breath!

You said that I drove a self-destructing truck to Langley to blow up your headquarters. To be honest, Victor is still a little timid. If it really explodes, what will happen will be missiles.

After all, it is local.

But I will get your North American branch!

July 21, 1990.

San Jose, Costa Rica!

It borders Canada to the north, the Gulf of Mexico to the south, the Pacific Ocean to the west, and the Atlantic Ocean to the east. It contains the Caribbean Sea. This country has no police or army, and Eagle Sauce is responsible for the entire defense process.

The North American branches of many American institutions are established here.

Thumping

The pigeons in the central square waved their wings and circled in the sky.

Mario Hamilton, the CIA's senior assistant in North America, was driving a convertible with his lover to bask in the sun while chatting about some fancy boudoir secrets.

"Would you like some ice cream?"

The lover smiled and nodded, "Of course."

Hamilton opened the door and walked towards the ice cream truck and said to the waiter wearing a clown hat, "Two cones, please."

"Do you want the 7.62? Or the 12?" the clown asked.

Hamilton was startled. Are there any current cones of this type? But suddenly he felt something was wrong, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the clown pulling out a shotgun and pointing it at his head, "Sorry, just eat tofu!"

Pull down to cover.

Pull the trigger.

collapse!

Half of his head was blown off, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Senior CIA North American assistant dies!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The square was filled with screams and people running away. The clown climbed over the ice cream truck with a shotgun, pointed at the frightened mistress and shouted, "Madam, please get out of the car!"

The mistress was so frightened that her hands and feet were paralyzed, her pupils were dilated, and her hands were shaking.

The clown was obviously very grumpy. Seeing the other party's procrastination, he grinned and said, "Then let me help you."

beng!

He sent her away with one shot, opened the car door, and pulled the body out.

He opened the decorative panel and took out a pass. As if he had timed it, a silver-gray motorcycle rode over. The clown got on the car, looked at the officers on duty coming not far away, and fired at them. He raised a middle finger and shouted: "Long live the Sinaloa Group!"

Boom

As soon as the accelerator was turned, the exhaust pipe roared, and the motorcycle sped away.

"There was a shooting in the central square!"

The motorcycle was weaving through the traffic, and the clown opened his mouth, and the wind blew into his mouth and made a "gurgling" sound.

The knight looked through the reflector and yelled, "Jeff Bennett, what are you doing!"

"I'm drinking the northwest wind! This way I won't go hungry." The clown shouted loudly.

Damn it!

There are just no normal people in Mexico International News.

After riding the motorcycle for about seven or eight minutes, we arrived at "Michelles Street", a gathering place for foreign offices in San Jose. When we got into the alley, we saw a white van.

The clown threw the pass in with his backhand and gave a Roman salute, "Hi!"

"MD, crazy." The driver cursed, and the co-pilot companion next to him shrugged, "Who is a normal person whose nickname is the Joker."

"Gentlemen!"

"It's our turn."

"What the minister wants is to rush in and kill the CIA people on sight!"

"Boss, what if you don't know if the other party is from the CIA?" someone from behind asked.

The captain of the co-pilot was stunned and turned around, "Idiot! Then let them take off their pants and count their growth rings!"

Where do you count the growth rings?

The scolded team member shrank his head.

"We are the Gunners of Sinaloa now, remember, we work for Guzman!"

"Yes, sir!"

It says on the side of the van: Decoration Company, heading towards the North American CIA branch building. There are still sentries standing at the door, but they are relaxed.

This is North America, Eagle Sauce’s territory, who would come here to cause trouble?

Even the KGB is not looking for trouble. Now the internal problems are very serious. They don't have much time to find trouble. The main point of conflict between the two sides is still in the Middle East.

So, when I saw a strange vehicle approaching, I just came over and knocked on the driver's window to ask.

"Sir, we work for a cleaning company and help clean up the garbage. This is the pass given to us." The driver smiled and took out the ID card given by the clown and handed it over.

The sentry glanced at the six or seven men sitting behind them, all wearing black work clothes that did not show dirt. Then he glanced at the steel stamp on the ID, and waved for them to come in.

The security of Americans...how to put it?

If you flew to the United States in the 1980s and 1990s, your belongings would not even be checked, especially for women, or women who were wearing sexy clothes.

Finally, the security is very strict, so it will be after the millennium, when... there will be more flying people in the sky.

"You came in so easily?" The team members behind also said in disbelief.

Americans are so proud!

"Follow the plan and put more bombs in the CIA toilets."

The vehicle drove into the office area and stopped under the building. A group of people got out of the vehicle, carrying various tools and ran towards the CIA office building.

"Hey what do you do?"

Just as they were about to go upstairs, a male staff member came out of the room and called to them.

"We're the ones cleaning."

"I do not know how?"

The captain winked at the two team members, and they leaned over and said, "How is that possible? Isn't this your contract?"

One person covered his mouth and stabbed him hard in the neck. Another person knelt down and wiped the blood stains off the floor, then pulled the body close to the office and stuffed it into a filing cabinet.

"Come downstairs in three minutes and take action!"

They acted in groups of two, one on each floor, knocked open the office room, took out the silenced pistol placed in the barrel, and shot them to death quickly and accurately.

But the action cannot be said to be smooth sailing.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of bullets suddenly rang out, accompanied by a scream, "Killing! Killing!"

The captain who was installing a bomb in the toilet cursed, looked at his watch, and walked out. He saw four or five people crowded in the corridor, who looked like ordinary CIA employees.

He drew his gun and started shooting. Several employees fell to the ground, and he shot again when he got up.

"Evacuate! Evacuate!" A companion shouted from the stairs in the corridor.

A group of people roared downstairs in a hurry, and at the same time, the alarm in the entire building suddenly sounded.

The military police outside heard the sound and ran over quickly. They happened to see the "cleaner" coming out, and the two sides immediately exchanged blows.

"Get out of the way!" an agent shouted, took out the RPG from the car, and fired at the flower bed where the military police were hiding!

Phew

Boom

The bombed tile fragments flew everywhere, and many soldiers and policemen were blown away.

"Get in the car quickly!"

Two agents jumped into the car and started shooting at them with assault rifles.

"Bomb, blow up the bomb!"

The first officer's captain pressed the button.

Boom boom boom!

Flames burst out from both sides of the CIA building, one corner of the entire building was blown apart, and screams rang out from the building.

The van crashed through the fence blocking the road, its tires scraped a black drift line on the ground, and escaped before the pursuers arrived.

The CIA North America building was bombed! !

This news instantly shocked the entire San Jose, and then began to radiate to North America and the world.

The Costa Rican executives were so frightened that their legs were shaking.

The local TV station went to the front line, but was blocked from entering.

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"On July 21, local time, an explosion occurred in the CIA North America building, causing hundreds of casualties. According to people familiar with the incident, the armed personnel had a clear division of labor and had good combat literacy. It is not ruled out that it was carried out by hostile forces. "A dark-skinned female reporter said to the camera with a microphone.

Phew

Jeff Bennett, nicknamed "The Clown," opened a can of Pepsi-Cola, and the gas gushes out immediately. He lay down on the sofa and looked at the ruins of the CIA building on TV, feeling comfortable all over.

He is an official employee of Mexico's International Information Department, part of the Special Operations Group, commonly known as: the one who does the dirty work!

Jingle bell bell

The landline phone next to him rang. He took a sip of Coke and picked up the phone, "Hello"

"Well done, man. The boss thinks you're doing a great job."

"What about a salary increase?" Jeff Bennett asked.

Jason Bourne on the opposite side took a deep breath, why do his subordinates have to get a salary increase? Can't there be other requirements?

Belief!

Anti-drug faith, assholes!

"You are temporarily in charge of special operations in Colombia, Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador, and your salary will be doubled from the original base."

Jeff Bennett's eyes lit up and he almost jumped on the sofa, "Are there any other requirements? Otherwise, the boss wouldn't be able to suddenly give me a promotion and a raise. He can't let me die, right?"

Fire promotion, isn't it the death squad?

"Go to Columbia and help Ethan Hunt."

"What's up with him?"

Jason Bourne was silent for a while and then said, "He is very weak now. He has been a little too hard recently."

"???"

What does this mean?

But obviously Jason Bourne didn't want to say more, so he changed the topic, "By the way, what happened next at the CIA building?"

"do not worry!"

"My scoop has been sent to Costa Rican television."

"Guaranteed to be a blast!"

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