Chapter 196 Operation nickname: Operation Gothic Snake!
As a child, Savoie had no choice in life.
Because this is Mexico.
He was controlled by local societies when he was a child, forcing him to drop out of school and join.
But, as he got older, he got a little tired of it.
It is always the eldest brother who is obsessed with life, not the younger brother.
Have you ever seen anyone make a fortune working part-time?
After Victor took office in Tijuana, he promulgated the "Baja California Trial Measures for Volunteering for Justice," which stated that as long as any resident performed a major meritorious service, his or her children's enrollment, bonuses, and other benefits would be taken care of.
You can even be buried in the "Tijuana National Cemetery" after sacrifice, which is full of fallen police officers.
Victor is doing something to change the outlook of Mexicans and turn them into people who worship heroes.
In fact, it is about motivating ordinary people to help in an increasingly complex environment.
Sava smiled towards his son who was looking out from inside the house, with hope in his eyes.
His son didn't have tattoos, didn't drop out of school, still had hope and a future, and he had to fight for a future for him.
Close the door with your backhand.
Savoie unloaded the magazine, glanced at the bullets on it, clicked it coolly, and turned on the safety of the pistol.
"I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person!"
I used to come out to hang out!
Now 30 years old, with at least 20 years of shooting experience, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he pulled the railing next to him to use his strength to rush up to the third floor.
I saw the police officer lying on the ground and wailing.
The grenade just now did not kill them directly, but the fragments were embedded in the flesh. People who have been bombed also know that adrenaline is not working all the time.
When Sava came up, he happened to see a woman holding a shotgun in her hand, opening the door and getting ready to come out.
He raises his gun and shoots!
The right hand is also covering the face. This is the "bad habit" of gangsters who are fighting in the wild. It all depends on who is stronger.
Sava suddenly appeared, and the woman was completely unprepared. She was shot in the neck, her eyes froze, and her large blood vessels began to spurt blood.
He looked down at himself and saw that he was fine. He was happy, picked up the gun dropped by the police on the ground, and shouted, "Victor, protect me!"
In other words, Mexico does not have a "god".
He kicked the wooden door to pieces and rushed in.
The police sergeant fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to call him.
Brother, you are reckless!
But Sava didn't have any ideas at this time. The gang leader who taught him how to shoot said that the only thing that matters in a fight is courage. Let's see who is not afraid of death!
He rushed inside and saw a man about to climb out of the window. Sava subconsciously pulled the trigger, but he was too excited just now and ran out of bullets. He grabbed his pants and pulled him back, pressing on the ground.
This is my son's future!
The two men were fighting, biting each other with their teeth, and the veins on their faces could be clearly seen. In the end, Sava was strong enough, and pushed him to the ground and strangled him tightly by the neck.
Knee pushed hard against his... crotch.
"Ouch!!"
The other party screamed, his eyes suddenly became cross-eyed, his face turned pale, and the strength in his hands loosened, and he lay on the ground and began to twitch.
Sava immediately sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Don't move! Police!"
At this time, a group of police officers rushed in, pointing at him and shouting.
Sava quickly raised his hand, "Don't shoot, I'm a resident downstairs!"
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Ambulances and other support arrived soon after, and the injured officers were taken to hospital while Savoie was interrogated outside.
"Okay, you can go, but don't leave Tijuana."
Sava's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. After the fight with the criminal, the opponent's fist was hard and many places were swollen afterwards. After hearing his words, he hesitated and asked cautiously, "Officer, this is considered a major meritorious service." Performance?"
The policeman looked at his eyes and nodded, "I will declare it, as soon as this week."
Sava grinned, thanked him vigorously, bowed, and applied an ice pack to his face. When he walked out of the cordon, he saw his wife and son waiting for him and ran over.
"dad!"
His son jumped into his arms. Sava looked at his wife's worried eyes, kissed the child, and pulled his face. The muscles on it suddenly hurt and he took a breath.
"Dad, do you still feel pain? Let me blow you."
Sava looked at his son's mouth puffing up and blowing hard, with that cute look, and grinned, "It's okay, Dad, it doesn't hurt. You can go to a key primary school in a few months!"
"You have to study hard! Remember to buy a lot of delicious food for dad when the time comes."
In fact, the most important thing for Mexicans is family ties and education. But before, they were powerless. Now the opportunity is right in front of them. Savoie cannot let him lose it!
Several police officers were searching the building.
"Head! A lot of detonators and ammonium nitrate and other items were found."
James Ryan, the spokesman for the National Guard, nodded and looked around. Suddenly his eyes froze. He seemed to have seen something. He walked slowly over, squinted, and looked carefully at the wall behind the TV.
A hole appears.
A spider crawled out.
James Ryan frowned, stretched out his hand, and clasped the hole. This was a cardboard wall. It could be moved by pulling hard. The police officer in the room looked over.
His eyes slowly widened.
When James Ryan pulled open the entire wall panel, the scene inside shocked everyone.
More than a dozen mummies were lying like this!
There was no tape on the outside, and a foul smell immediately hit the floor. James Ryan frowned.
He thought he saw a mummy!
"OMG!"
"Knock down all the walls here!" James Ryan said loudly.
Several policemen hurriedly opened the surrounding walls and discovered more than 31 bodies.
The stinky smell immediately made many police officers rush out and vomit. They, the National Guard, are not veterans on the front line.
James Ryan's expression was normal. He suddenly squatted down next to a corpse. He couldn't tell the difference between male and female, and his chest was deflated. He put a dog tag on the neck of the corpse.
It's an identity card, a very small piece.
He pulled hard and pulled it off. The fishy smell on it was very strong. He turned it over and his eyes widened.
FBI—Panagiotis Royea!
The deceased was the FBI?
FBI?
Could it be that here...
James Ryan stood up and looked at the corpses left and right. Are these the FBI?
Damn it!
This is a big case!
It is not unexpected to see the FBI in Mexico. According to international law, the United States can claim jurisdiction over criminal cases in which American citizens and legal persons have been harmed. This is the case for most countries.
The FBI, as a federal law enforcement agency in the United States, is responsible for external criminal justice cooperation. When this happens, they have to come forward. This kind of task is usually done in cooperation with local law enforcement agencies.
For example, in the case of the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Kenya, the investigation was coordinated by the U.S. FBI and Kenyan police. According to legal regulations, if the CIA caught the target person overseas, he actually had to hand it over to the FBI for interrogation.
Of course, this is only theoretical.
If people don't care about you, there's nothing you can do about it.
But 31 FBI dead? Why haven't you heard of it?
James Ryan knew this and couldn't bear the news.
Quick, throw it to the top!
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At this time, Hermosillo.
Victor looked at the two plans submitted by the "Mexican Joint Operations Department" and was a little confused, frowning.
"They hope you can adopt the first one. No matter from every aspect, it is more... cost-effective." Casare sorted out his words and said.
The word cost-effective is used in the context of special operations, and it seems... funny.
Option one: use a passenger plane to hit the new judicial building.
"TMD, are all the bullshit in their minds?" Victor really laughed angrily, should he be so direct?
"Do you want us to become internationally wanted criminals? This is an act of terror!"
Do you think Victor hasn’t thought about it?
Believe it or not, if you do this, the DEA will catch you tomorrow and throw him to the Colombians. This kind of behavior is simply outrageous.
A cow doesn't give birth to a calf - it's awesome!
Can this kind of thing be submitted directly?
It's all because of those bastard drug dealers, why can't you come to Mexico for a meeting? By then my artillery will be able to hit them.
Run so far.
Can’t Mexico support you?
Casare was scolded so much that he finally knew why the people from the "Operation Department" didn't send it over themselves.
"Burn it, and who proposed this plan, your salary will be deducted!"
Victor frowned and threw the document over, cursing, and looked at the second copy. This one was also much more accurate.
They didn't use the US military's C-130, but they couldn't move. They found someone to hijack the driver, and then took him for a loop in the Colombian sky.
This is used to deceive the CIA.
Just get rid of these bastards, and I won't be able to cooperate with you.
CIA...haha!
The DEA's High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and the Mexican EDM took a large private plane and flew to a private airport about 3 kilometers away from Santa Fe Bogota.
Just give money.
The airliner will not be so obtrusive on the target.
The Colombian-Mexico Information Department provided transportation assistance and went straight in. In order to cooperate with them, agents fanned the flames and created chaos in various important departments of the city.
Attract local military and police forces.
If necessary...the Colombian military airport can be blown up so that their air force cannot take off.
According to Colombia's efficiency, a closed-loop encirclement and suppression will be formed in about 50 minutes, that is, the battle will be completed within 30 minutes, and then return to the private airport and fly back.
In a short period of time, Colombia couldn't figure out the situation at all. Could they still be flying missiles in the sky?
This time is really tight.
But if everything goes well, we will be able to pick up the wind tomorrow night.
Also attached below is a list of recommended weapons to carry.
The individual soldiers' cloud explosive bombs were impressively listed.
And each person has one hand, and a person has two hands, which is two.
Are you planning to blow up the judicial building directly?
"If the aircraft is destroyed, the Special Operations Department's proposal is to enter Ecuador, Peru, and Venezuela and surrender to the local governments. We can let the DEA put pressure on them through the United States. Survival is victory."
Even if extradition is requested at that time, the Americans will be wasting their time and Mexico will be waving their flags, and at most they will be imprisoned for a few years.
As long as you're alive, there's a way to figure it out.
Do you dare to detain the three heroes of North America?
I'm going to kill you!
Victor thought it was very feasible, so he signed his name, "Just follow this plan, and there is no need to notify Jonathan Panier and others from the DEA for the time being."
Casare nodded.
"Operation codename: Gothic Snake!"
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