Chapter 183 Tao takes off!
Chapter 183 TaoTake off!
"What!!!"
It was a lively night in Tijuana, and a startled voice came from the security department building, loud enough that the night shift employees at the door could hear it clearly.
But when I glanced at it, I saw that everyone in the boss's office was shrinking their heads.
Someone is definitely going to get scolded!
"4,800 rockets! 38 tons of gunpowder. Kennedy blew them all up in one hour? Did I remember that he was equipped with 7,000 rounds, and they were all used up?"
Victor was so angry that he cursed loudly and threw the approval slip that Casare handed over to "apply for ammunition" on the ground. "What does he think of me? Does he think I am a rich man?"
"No, isn't it?" Casare muttered beside him.
The office instantly became quiet.
"Cough cough cough..."
Victor bent down and was about to pick up the batch note, when he saw Casare running over at a speed that was not suitable for his size, picked it up, patted it, and handed it over.
"A steel factory exploded with so many munitions, but they haven't been taken down yet?"
"Kennedy was saying that this steel plant was originally built during World War II to prevent American air raids, so it is very strong, and it has vertical and horizontal tunnels, making it even more difficult..." Casare explained.
"Then why didn't he call me himself?"
Casare laughed sarcastically, the meaning is self-evident. Isn't this because he is afraid that you will attack him?
Victor waved his hand, "Ask the support troops to bring ammunition when they go up, and then pull up the four TOS-1s parked in the warehouse. If that doesn't work, then use thermobaric bombs, which will cause so much trouble!"
He is a typical representative of the "fire coverage" doctrine.
If there is a stronghold that cannot be captured, it must be because the artillery is not big enough, the steel factory? I'll blast it up with thermobaric force, and no matter where you are, it will turn into a graveyard!
"Boss, if you heat up the bomb, will the Americans have any ideas?"
"Then hide during the day and attack at night. Disguise a little more. The Americans don't pay much attention to us now." Victor said with a frown.
He didn't want to pay the pension.
Since this condition exists, then fight!
The Americans are opening their eyes to see the world. They are already salivating over that furry bear and are waiting for the other party to collapse. In the 1990s, many countries have left their big brother one after another. The situation is very difficult for those with a strategic vision. , the Cold War that has lasted for decades seems to be about to have a winner in recent years.
Anyone can see how weak the furry bear is.
The annual expenditure of more than 5 billion US dollars on the Afghan battlefield has seriously slowed down the empire. They are deeply involved in the security war and want to go home.
Therefore, sometimes, as long as Mexico is not too aggressive, does not move the basic interests of the United States, and does not appear any medium- and long-range missiles, generally speaking, why would the United States attack you?
You are their front line in gathering refugees.
"How many thermobaric bombs are prepared?"
Victor frowned and was silent for a moment. With Kennedy's prodigal speed, maybe after pulling him up, he wouldn't have to finish everything for you in a day.
"Make arrangements, I will go to the front line to inspect!"
"Is it too dangerous for the boss?" Casare said worriedly.
"What are you afraid of!"
"God wouldn't dare have me now!"
For fear of blowing up heaven too.
Seeing that the boss insisted, Casare could only agree and hurriedly made arrangements.
Victor was the only one left in the office. He frowned and looked at the ammunition consumption on the data report, his teeth aching slightly.
You can't save points at all.
Is it possible to engage in "arsenal" production by oneself?
It seems that in Goldfinger, there are also people selling production lines.
He blinked, swiped down hard, and saw [Production Tools] under [Character]. He didn't know when it was lit, and he didn't notice it.
There are many things in it.
There are everything from screwdrivers to tunnel drilling machines, photolithography machines, and offshore drilling equipment. The bullet production line also has various models, ranging from tens of thousands of rounds a day to hundreds of thousands of rounds a day.
There are also artillery shell production lines, heavy guided missiles, etc.
Just the price...it's not cheap.
Victor suddenly had an idea. If there is a production line, will there be drawings? Pulling hard on the gold finger, he saw the [Drawing] in the unlocked gray area. He clicked on it and it was subdivided into several sections.
Before World War II, World War IICold War, After Cold War...
There are also firearms, warships, aircraft, tanks and armored vehicles, artillery, etc.
Victor pulled it casually, TMD, the Tu-160 "White Swan" was on the list, but maybe it was not unlocked, and there were still three question marks below it: "???".
Except for the furry bear…
You can also see the F-35, nicknamed "Lightning", which was put into service by the United States in 2009!
If you have enough points...
Does it mean that I can have advanced weapons faster than the Americans?
Then use these things to fight against drugs around the world...
Would it be too extravagant? !
Victor swallowed greedily. If he had the blueprints, he could produce these weapons by himself, and if he hired some technicians, could Mexico's independent military industry export them under a brand name?
As for whether I will be sued for intellectual property rights?
It's fine if you sue me, I won't pay any compensation anyway, I'm just going to make a fool of myself.
Victor suddenly saw a small line of writing below.
"To unlock the blueprint page, you need to eliminate drug dealers in 16 states!"
It turns out that the conditions are written in such small characters!
16 states?
That’s half of Mexico!
As long as he knew the goal, this man was full of motivation. Victor pressed the phone next to him and said, "Urge Casare to make arrangements quickly. Let's set off in twenty minutes!"
I'm going to the front line to supervise the battle.
Steel Plant?
Move it to the ground for you!
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John Boccoli was sitting on a staircase in the steel plant, eating the canned beef distributed. It was a bit hard. He was an American and had served in Delta State, but he had done some shameful things there.
Um…
He raped an RB woman, and was originally going to be sentenced, but because of his special status, he was just allowed to retire on the spot. After retiring, he went to Africa to work as a mercenary, and now belongs to Guzman's gunner unit: Los Zetas. Third Battalion!
This third battalion is full of "foreigners", just like the French Foreign Legion, except that there are no locals, everyone is there.
Because of his rich resume and profound combat experience, John Boccoli is now the captain of the 7th Squadron of the 3rd Battalion. He has 15 elite soldiers under his command, most of whom have service experience.
"team leader!"
A voice came from the headset hanging on the ear.
John Boccoli quickly pressed the headset and said, "Got it, speak!"
"Someone has infiltrated!"
"Farke!" he cursed.
It's already 11 o'clock in the evening. Don't these stinky policemen stay up all night? Can't you take a good rest?
John Boccoli took the MP5 and ran into the next room bent over. The movement woke up his teammates lying next to him.
He squatted half-crouched, holding an infrared night vision telescope, holding down the headset, "Report the location."
"Northwest, direction 11 o'clock."
Looking towards the place he mentioned, it was late at night, the moon was dark and the stars were sparse, and through the instrument I could see several "hot spots" moving.
"Get up! Sanjay, go and wake people up." John Bocauli said to the team members.
The man named Sanjay looks like an Asian face.
This is the only Asian in the team. He once served in the Para Commandos of India, which is an airborne force. The most outstanding thing should be that during the Kargil War, they captured the Tiger Hill Peak on the other side of the Indus River.
He is small and very nimble. In the dark, you can't see him unless you look carefully.
In the infrared night vision device, I saw a figure climbing over a ruined wall. As soon as he stepped on the ground, there was a bang and an explosion!
Anti-infantry mines! !
MD, so insidious, was buried next to the broken wall of the ruins. The explosion was so loud that the originally quiet steel plant was instantly shaken, with gunshots and cannons rang out everywhere.
There were exchanges of fire elsewhere.
"beat!"
John Boccoli leaned against the wall and scanned directly with his MP5.
Next to it, a drug dealer was lying on the ground, with a hole exposed in the wall, and a ClS 0.50-inch machine gun pointed downwards.
12.7G) NATO caliber standard rifle bullet, kill instantly if you hit it!
Phew! !
I don't know who fired the flares from both sides. They flew into the air and illuminated the surrounding area so brightly that my eyes suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Armored car! Sanjay! Kill him!"
John Boccoli's pupils condensed and he regained his vision, and he saw a Weasel 1 airborne combat vehicle appearing below him at some unknown time.
The machine guns above provided fire suppression. When you saw the flares, you knew you couldn't hide them anymore. Being seen meant that you were being targeted by the rocket launcher.
The launcher located on the horizontal base behind the vehicle opens!
"TOW" anti-tank missile warms up!
Sanjay, an Indian man, heard the captain's order and grabbed the RPG leaning next to him. The team members next to him assisted it and was about to take aim.
The commander of the "Weasel" 1 airborne tank, who had been sweating for a long time, directly pressed the launch button.
"Tao" style take off!
Pull a rope behind the missile. Even if you fall behind, it will hit you enough!
This thing claims to be able to penetrate all current tank armor, and the sound it makes when it flies out is like a donkey braying.
That rear wing...
Looks really awesome...
"NMDB!" Indian guy Sanjay's pupils dilated, he looked at the missile flying in, screamed strangely, threw the RPG away, covered his head and ran with the wind at his feet, he was about to run out of the room, a huge shock wave It directly numbed his face.
The 100-pound body flew out like a rag, rolled down the steps, and fell to the ground in a puddle of mud, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.
If it were a Korean, he would have run away by now.
They must be faster than missiles!
The "Weasel" 1 airborne combat vehicle ran away after hitting it. The little thing looked small, but its tracks were flexible, and the machine gun pressed down on John Boccoli.
I don't know if it was too bad, but "Weasel" 1 planned to continue the rampage after reloading.
Then…
The tracks were blown up by mines.
At 2.75 tons, it is not even as good as an ordinary car, and the chassis is not mine-proof. This little thing just lay down. Seeing that it was about to become a target, the crew members hurriedly ran down.
boom!
After they had been running for a few minutes, a rocket flew from nowhere and exploded Little Douding into little devils.
"Head! Come in! The police rushed into the building!"
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