Chapter 200
Pablo was still talking to reporters.
He has already talked about the four five-year plans of the North American Development Association, and even told reporters, "I don't know how long the Rockefeller family has been around, but I can tell you that the next wealth explosion is in drugs!"
"We will form a country of our own!"
nation?
The reporters were really stunned this time!
Are you kidding me? You want to play this in the Latin American world and in the American back garden?
This will drag the whole Colombia to hell!
The United States today is still billed as the "incarnation of justice." From the time when the furry bear was half-dead until around the millennium, the moral bottom line was still there. If you really do this, your ashes will be raised tomorrow!
Mainly, Pablo and the others have chosen the time well enough. They are just now preparing for the Gulf War and have no time to deal with you.
So let the DEA figure it out.
Pablo likes the surprised expressions of reporters very much, which can satisfy his vanity.
He coughed and was about to continue planning his grand plan.
I heard an explosion...
Like the sound of cannon!
Ochoa ran over quickly and whispered something in his ear. Pablo's expression instantly became solemn.
"Colombian special forces?"
"American?"
Ochoa shook his head, "I'm not sure, but he came for us."
Phew
Pablo heard the sound of splitting in the air, raised his head, and saw a missile crashing into the fourth floor of the New Justice Building.
"careful!"
Ochoa quickly protected him.
boom! ! !
The entire fourth floor instantly erupted in flames, glass and debris fell from above, and everyone screamed and left in fright!
Pablo was also very embarrassed and grabbed Ochoa's collar, "Kill them!"
"I understand!!" The latter's ears were buzzing.
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Jonatan Panier threw away the RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher.
It is a one-time use, just throw it away after use, it is mainly for convenience and quickness.
Of course this was provided by Victor.
The DEA is not so luxurious yet.
Single soldier cloud explosion bomb!
Do you think Jonatan Panier doesn't want to start fighting from a few kilometers away? The effective distance of this thing is only 200800 meters!
The killing radius is even pitifully small.
After the vehicle came within visual distance, he got out of the car and fired a shot at the building, knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger.
The HEAT members quickly got out of the car. Parcel Kit squatted half-crouched, holding an M240B machine gun and shooting at the armed men who had gathered at the door of the building.
The muscles in his face were shaking due to the recoil.
"Meska, give them a nutritional shot!" Looking at the gathered drug dealers, he shouted to the team members.
A black man with thick lips heard this and took out a grenade, stuffed it into an M203 launcher, and fired it towards the door!
Buckshot!
It is more harmful in crowded places.
The sprayed steel balls brought all the drug dealers down, and they fell to the ground clutching their wounds and screaming, but there were also tough guys who knew that if these people were allowed to rush in, they would all be in trouble.
Pull the grenade from your waist.
The lead just happened to be stuck on it, so when I pulled hard, it automatically fell off and was thrown out with all the strength of sucking milk.
Parcel Kit saw a gap in firepower, held a machine gun, and stood up to charge.
Just when he saw the grenade hitting his body, his pupils shrank, his mouth opened and he shouted, who knows what he was shouting?
Subconsciously, I kicked him away with my MHW Tropical Combat Boots.
The grenade flew back and exploded in mid-air!
Jump
Suddenly something seemed to hit him hard on the head, and Parcel Kit threw himself directly to the ground. Just when Jonathan Panier thought he was dead, Parcel Kit moved his hand. , quickly hid behind a car.
He took off the American Enhanced Combat Helmet (ECH) and saw a single chip embedded in it!
When I touched it, it felt a little warm.
"God bless! God bless!"
Parcel Kit was covered in cold sweat and hurriedly made a prayer gesture.
It’s really…fateful!
As we all know, grenade explosions are the most powerful when they explode in mid-air. He is fine, so what else can he do if he is not lucky?
On the battlefield, three points depend on skill and seven points depend on luck. Your usual training is to improve your combat quality. If you can spend 7 points of strength on the battlefield, you can defeat the enemy. And luck...
More metaphysical.
It is said that members of the Delta Force enshrined the "Tathagata Buddha" in the military camp and asked Chinatown to have their fortunes told.
They have done everything that the Caotai team can do.
Parcel Kit quickly put on his helmet, lay on the ground, and called out the name of the drug dealer who fell to the ground at the door.
Jonathan Panier and his men rushed into the door of the Justice Building and immediately saw Pablo and others running into the building.
"The one in the white suit is the target, kill him!"
Jonatan Panier shouted and fired.
Ochoa was so frightened that he quickly held down Pablo's head and pressed the communication tool, "Where's the machine gun upstairs? Quickly sweep, helicopter! Mr. Arrangement leaves first."
"Boss, there are reporters outside."
"Every reporter is an enemy!"
The machine gunners on the roof received the order and fired downwards.
The reporter who was like a headless fly was beaten to a bloody pulp, and the drug dealer took out a grenade and aimed it below, spraying it.
High explosive bombs…
Flowers directly in the middle!
One HEAT member was unable to dodge, or was unlucky, and the grenade exploded directly at his feet.
The huge shock wave made him subconsciously close his eyes, put on his equipment and flew out with his body weighing more than 180 kilograms. His helmet was blown away and he was spinning in circles in the distance.
The lower half of his left leg was gone, and the bones inside could be clearly seen.
Pablo ran into the building and got into the elevator.
Next to him was Guzman, who was panting. The dwarf was running quite fast. Abrego, Aguilar from Juarez, and the four godfathers of the Cali Group were all there.
People outside wanted to run in.
He was pushed away by Ochoa and several bodyguards.
"Go away! Go and climb the stairs yourself." He took out his gun and pointed it at the other person.
Who are you, riding in the same elevator as the boss?
Ochoa quickly pressed the button on the top floor and turned to look at Pablo. The atmosphere in the elevator was solemn.
"Shake people and pull out the armed helicopter!"
"Boss, this is Santa Fe Bogota, and we do not rule out the involvement of the Colombian government." Ochoa said calmly.
This is the capital city!
Not Medellin.
No matter what, when the armed helicopter came over, did he... cross the line?
"Do I need their consent for anything I do?" Pablo glared, "mobilize all the drug dealers and surround them here! They want my life, and I want their lives!"
Ochoa knew that the other person was really furious.
When you are the most vain in your life and you are disturbed by others, you think everyone is like Zhang Wei and it will be fine if your wife runs away.
Ding
The elevator rang and reached the top floor.
A group of people ran out quickly. Pablo was very capable of escaping. He had escaped several joint law enforcement actions between the United States and Colombia, including bombings. He figured out a way to escape.
We have to prepare on three fronts: sea, land and air.
Therefore, during the press conference, two helicopters were prepared directly above for escape.
Two AS 550s nicknamed "Squirrels".
There is also a Skylark gunship, which is his personal plane.
Just when he was about to climb up, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Where is Sister Blanco? Why didn't you see her?"
Ochoa was startled and looked around. Sure enough, he didn't see a familiar face. He frowned and said, "Boss, you go first. I'll look for him."
Pablo frowned, "Forget it! Don't worry about her, let's retreat!"
He climbed onto the Skylark and made a take-off gesture to the pilot. The two helicopters rose up, preparing to escape.
Jonatan Panier below is looking anxious!
"Bazooka! Bazooka!"
The black man Mescal, who acted as the fireman, took the FIM-92 "Stinger" handed over by his teammates, aimed at the helicopter, and pulled the trigger!
The alarms on the three helicopters kept beeping.
The retired driver recruited from the United States was busy throwing interference bombs and was sweating. Pablo, Ochoa and Guzman were holding on to the armrests tightly.
CNMD!
Wouldn’t it be so exciting!
This Stinger also bullied the weak and feared the strong. It turned in a circle and directly found another "Squirrel" AS 550. The driver on the other side was also an experienced pilot. He pulled the operating lever hard and his facial muscles began to tremble.
Sonorous!
The rocket directly hit its tail, and the AS 550 began to circle hard in the sky, and then fell straight down like a top.
Pablo watched with his own eyes, "Who is sitting on that plane!"
Ochoa thought carefully, "Representatives from Guatemala and Panama, and..."
"The number two talker in the Cali group, Miguel and Aguilar in Juarez, and Abrego in the Gulf group."
! ! !
Pablo yelled angrily, before the association is settled, how many of them will "die" first?
On the other hand, when Guzman next to him heard this, his eyes showed complicated emotions.
From the perspective of the unity of the association, of course he does not want them to die, but from a personal perspective, if two people die, Sinaloa's territory will not be able to expand.
I'm afraid that my brother will have a bad life, and I'm also afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.
"Find someone to rescue them!" Pablo took another look, and all he could do was let his younger brother go.
Guzman mentally murmured: "You are all going to die."
The skylark flew into the distance.
When the AS 550 fell, it scratched the wall next to it, and the branches also hung on it, acting as a buffer.
There was no explosion, but there was a fire.
Abrego crawled out with blood on his face. The leader of the Gulf Group was in good physical strength. He turned his head and saw that the driver was dead. A pipe protruding in front of him was pierced directly through his neck. In the past, blood flowed everywhere.
People are getting hard.
Aguilar of Juárez stretched out his hand and weakly shouted, "Help me! Help me!"
Abrego was a warm-hearted person and pulled him out hard. When he still wanted to pull Miguel, Aguilar patted him on the shoulder and said, "Quickly! It's going to explode!"
The former hesitated for a moment, then helped the other person and ran away quickly.
"Save me! Bastard!"
Miguel watched the two people leave, roaring heart-breakingly, his voice was so loud, and his eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were about to be torn apart. "You bastards!! I curse you to die a good death and be cut into pieces by a thousand knives!!"
boom!
The helicopter exploded directly.
The flames swallowed up Miguel's curses.
Another AS 550 hovering in mid-air,
Gilbert looked at the exploding helicopter below, closed his eyes in pain, and clenched his fists hard. Others behind him could not suppress the panic in their hearts and urged the pilot to leave quickly.
"Miguel...my brother!!"
"Go! Go quickly!" a Guatemalan warlord representative shouted to the driver.
AS 550 flew towards the distance.
Jonathan Panier watched the helicopter fly away, his tooth ached, and for the first time he had an idea, what if he were the CIA!
The power of those bastards is not ordinary.
Be able to ask the U.S. military for help.
The most important thing is that the Pentagon will listen to what they say. The DEA said that Pablo might want to establish a country. Do you know what those generals said?
"Drug dealers founding a country? Haha, what a joke."
"Isn't this funny, today is April Fools' Day?"
The United States was also founded by bandits! ! !
If he could call for a long-range missile strike, would Jonathan Parnier not call it? I don’t have the power, the ability, the qualifications.
Colombia is a sovereign country!
But if you send the DEA there, the most you can do is quarrel, and if you bomb him, do you really think they won’t fall out?
Those in higher positions have more to consider.
Then we can only let the people at the grassroots level work.
The upper part farts, the lower part is busy dying.
"Come in, there must be someone left inside." Jonathan Panier roared.
He also checked his watch, there were still 9 minutes left.
A group of HEAT members rushed into the building and started killing each other!
In a toilet on the third floor.
The body of a bodyguard was lying on the ground, with wounds all over his neck. He had been stabbed at least a dozen times, and his body seemed to be still twitching?
Blanco, on the other hand, looked at Ethan Hunt with horror, shame, and resentment in his eyes!
The other person was washing his hands in the sink to rinse away the blood.
When the explosion sounded, Ethan Hunt dragged Blanco and ran to hide. The latter thought he was protecting her.
Waiting to enter the toilet...
Suddenly he killed the bodyguard with a knife!
That move... was very skillful.
Blanco felt strange to this man, "Victor...you, who the hell are you!"
This little puppy, who was pressed down by him on the bed, killed people without batting an eyelid.
Ethan Hunt waved his hand, took out two pieces of paper from the wall next to him, wiped his hands, then smiled and lit himself a cigarette.
"Sorry, I'm a police officer!"
"My name is Ethan Hunt, and I'm part of the Mexican police intelligence unit!"
Blanco's eyes were dull, and she couldn't believe that a man could hide so deeply under her body!
This is not logical.
"Victor, it's just my pseudonym."
Blanco's lips were trembling with anger and his breathing was rapid, "You...you lied to me!"
A girl who grew up in a red light district and was raised by a mother who was engaged in a special profession has to face the unkind eyes of customers.
I haven’t read a book, and I even have to pick up food from the trash can every day.
Wearing those ugly clothes, she stood on the bustling street, watching the high-end people coming in and out of the hotel opposite, and she wanted to order something to eat.
But he was slapped to the ground by the security guard.
Call her a bastard!
People passing by laughed at her, and some held their noses and shouted disgusting words.
At that time...
She was wearing ragged clothes, she was 9 years old at the time, and she vowed to make everyone pay the price!
She wants to be the queen of Colombia!
She sells everything she can, including her body, love, and family ties, just for success!
But when she succeeded, she looked past it.
It turns out that the world is still lying to itself.
She longs for children, she longs for life.
She has lost three husbands, and she sees that her fourth husband is her prince charming. But who knew that he was a policeman?
police? ! ! !
"It turns out that I have always been cheap! It turns out that I was always born from a bitch, hahahaha, it's so ridiculous."
Blanco smiled, tears falling from his eyes.
"Am I the one who is wrong? No! What is wrong is this society. The reason is that I was born in a place without a family. The fault is that I am at the bottom of society!"
"Victor, no, Mr. Ethan Hunt!"
"Are you going to kill me?"
This black widow who travels all over the world, the queen of drug dealers, asked calmly.
This made Ethan Hunter not know what to say.
Sometimes, silence is the answer!
"give me a cigarette."
This request naturally satisfied her, and the other party handed her the cigarette on his lips. Blanco took it and smoked hard.
The smoke made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Or maybe I thought of something.
After all the ejaculation was done, she slowly got up and patted her skirt. Ethan Hunter said it looked good, so she wore it.
Blanco straightened his clothes and looked directly at the other person: "The Queen of Colombia will not sit and die!"
"I'm Black Widow!"
"Griselda Blanco!"
"Men need to bow to me!"
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