Chapter 231 Task Force 141?

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Belsaria Rumsfeld thought for a moment, "How about a hamburger?"

European and American women are more direct, rarely say whatever, of course not no, but rarely, they will express what they want to eat.

You take a girl out and ask her what she wants to eat, she says whatever, you take her to eat hot pot, she says she can put on makeup.

XXXX!

You can eat hot pot with your buttocks, whatever you want! (The author is crazy).

Victor nodded, and the two chose a roadside hamburger restaurant, the name is quite domineering.

"BULL Demon King"

Journey to the West has come to the United States?

The Secret Service went down first, pushed open the door and looked inside, mainly to see if there were any "fierce" looking ones.

That is commonly known as ugly ones.

There are scars and tattoos on the face, and they don't look like good people at first glance.

The diners inside were startled when they saw Victor coming in. Then, they saw a fat man in a blue culture T-shirt standing up, blushing, as if he had choked. Finally, his girlfriend next to him quickly handed him a Coke, and he drank it.

"Hi! Victor!"

He raised his hand excitedly.

Victor smiled and shook hands with him.

"I really like you, you are simply a superman, and I have a video of your speech at home." The fat man said, putting on airs and imitating him, "I want to drown the drug dealers in the toilet. Forgiving them is God's business. My responsibility is to send them to see God. Great!"

This is his supporter, no wonder he looks so "cute".

"You have good taste, sir."

"Is this your girlfriend?" The fat man pointed at Belsaria next to him, smiling exaggeratedly, "Very beautiful."

Victor wanted to explain, but Belsaria shook hands with her generously, "Thank you."

"Don't bother them, sit down." The fat man's girlfriend pulled him aside, and he laughed, "Mr. Victor, don't worry, even if the whole United States is against you, I will support you."

"Long live drug prohibition!"

"Cheers!"

He drank the Coke in one gulp.

Victor raised his thumb to him.

Luckily, the people he met in this hamburger restaurant were all his supporters. If he met Nico, NMD, he would have to carry bleach (weapons) with him.

"You are really popular." Belsaria said with a smile.

Victor pulled out a chair for her in a gentlemanly manner. "I'm just spreading the right values. Don't you think that America is really living too comfortably? If, I mean if, one day, America becomes the only powerful country on the planet, then the arrogance and numbness within will only cause the number of drug addicts to explode."

"By then, the streets will be full of crazy drug addicts, drug dealers will sell drugs unscrupulously on the streets, and everyone will lose hope in life!"

"I'm just guarding the last bottom line for you."

"No... shouldn't it be?" Belsaria was confused by Victor's words.

What he said was really terrible.

By then...

Will America be a beacon? Or a country of drugs?

Victor looked at her meaningfully, "Maybe, but if we don't work hard now, when the real disaster comes, we can only kneel on the ground and wail if we want to work hard."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Victor laughed when he heard this, "Afraid?"

"What I am afraid of is never death and failure, but the existence of drugs in this world. If I die one day, there will still be filth in this world..." He paused.

The next sentence was not said, but Belsaria seemed to be able to hear that he would destroy the whole world with him? !

"Mexico needs me, the United States needs me, and the world needs me too!"

Victor's words and eyes were full of aggression.

But he was really MAN!

Is this considered...personal charm?

...

Kennedy, nicknamed "Aztec Warrior", was given a new name.

"Tyrant's running dog!"

He ordered the immediate family members of the police officers who participated in the coup to be killed, and other relatives were sent to the notorious "labor camp".

Located in Ensenada.

Specializing in road and bridge construction.

In other words, Mexico does not have a tradition of driving live stakes, otherwise, they would definitely be embedded in cement.

Those imprisoned here are all "elites", some dare to hold banners and curse Victor on the street, and some hold Victor's portraits and step on them.

Even...

There are also people who publicly demand Victor to step down.

Many TV stations controlled by drug dealers have reported that this is persecution.

In response, the anti-drug force responded: Yes, you are right.

Dare to act and take responsibility, how about it?

In addition to those who directly participated in the rebellion, other superiors of Demetrius were also dealt with internally and replaced directly.

They were replaced by people who were "loyal" to Victor.

It was a clean purge from top to bottom.

But in the same way, many people don't know that the upward space for indigenous Mexicans has been inadvertently cut off.

In the future, if you do not serve in the anti-drug force for more than 10 years, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to climb up.

At this time, Kennedy was in his office, auditing the plan submitted by the "Mexican Joint Operations Department".

Massacre of Guzman's hometown in Sinaloa!

That place is located in "Los Mochis", a small town on the edge of the city, with a population of about 1,000 people, and Guzman's mother lives in a village called "Kandahar" below.

The population is about 200 people.

It is only...more than 100 kilometers away from the border of Sonora State.

Seeing this distance, Kennedy frowned.

Rocket launchers with a range of 100 kilometers are relatively rare at present, but short-range missiles can kill people in seconds.

But... the anti-drug forces don't have them.

If this thing appears, given Mexico's geographical location, it is comparable to nuclear weapons. The latter still needs auxiliary launches, and short-range missiles can kill people directly

The Cold War has become a hot war.

Small countries have no power to choose, and sometimes they have to rush to perform missions.

In the end, the Mexican Joint Operations Department chose special operations, that is, sending a combat team of about 80 people to fly low in an armed helicopter near the village of "Kandahar".

Then air-to-ground bombing, followed by tying up Guzman's mother within 20 minutes. If the battle is not resolved within 20 minutes, there is a possibility of facing the encirclement of drug dealers.

An armed force of about 600 people is stationed in the town of "Los Mochis".

In order to ensure sufficient firepower, the coast guard ship can also be ordered to provide artillery support from the sea through the "Haiji River" branch of the Gulf of California.

The Joint Operations Department stated that if the drug dealers are stimulated and there is a large-scale gathering, the ground police team can rush forward, block the junction, and bombard other areas of Sinaloa.

After the special attack on the "Kandahar" village, if it goes smoothly, it can directly evolve into an occupation mission to occupy the town of "Los Mochis". At that time, this place will be nailed like a nail.

It can bombard important targets in Sinaloa and retreat to Sonora State, which is an absolute strategic location.

Those who are engaged in staff are really greedy, and they want to take this opportunity to give the other side a blitzkrieg.

However, this will definitely affect the entire body, and the remaining three states in northern Mexico will all be in chaos.

The war is about to start!

"After the war simulation, the success rate is 87%." A police inspector from the combat command said next to him.

War has always been a gamble, and the probability cannot be 100%

If someone tells you that something can be 100%, it is definitely a lie. Black people cannot say 100% where their father is.

"We also calculated that there is about a 21% probability of triggering resistance from local armed forces, such as government troops or police stations."

"Kill them together!" Kennedy said directly, "Whoever stops us is our enemy. If we see the Navy SEALs on the battlefield and his gun is pointed at us, what we have to do is to send them to death."

The police inspector pushed his glasses up.

Kennedy signed his name quickly and handed over the plan, "I will coordinate with other police forces..."

"Then which force should be used? Let Swart go? Or choose from the police force?"

Kennedy squinted his eyes, crossed his hands, and thought for a moment.

"Let John McTavish take Task Force 141 over there."

This is also the ace unit that Victor created after the reorganization.

Task Force 141 is affiliated with the "Mexico Operations Command" and is directly under the combat sequence. It has a total of 89 people and is led by First-Class Sergeant John McTavish.

This is what is written on his resume.

He graduated from the Army John F. Kennedy Special Warfare Center School, joined the Navy SEALs, and participated in more than 70 overseas operations.

Among them, the Panama operation code-named "Acid Operation" killed the battalion commander of the so-called "Panama Special Operations Battalion" and his 76 officers with his teammates.

And the other people under Task Force 141 are also from elite special forces, including SAA, SEAL, Australian Special Air Service Regiment (SASR), Polish Mobile Reaction Operations Force (GROM), etc.

What they are doing now is training, training, and training.

Waiting for one day to appear in front of the world.

"This requires the director's digital password."

The police inspector of the Joint Operations Department said embarrassedly.

"The director has appointed me as the full agent, and I will take all the responsibilities." Kennedy said firmly.

"The time is set at 4:00 a.m. on August 10, 1990! Code name mission: "Magic Bullet Shooter"!"

The other party hesitated and saluted.

"Yes, sir!"

Kennedy knew what the director was going to do. You have to make the Americans happy, so you have to let them see your ability.

The better you perform, the more people think that they are right to support you.

No one wants to choose a 250 as a puppet, right?

After all, there are so many godsons in the United States. You have to perform well enough to make him look at you with admiration, and the godsons are also competing for favor.

But you can't perform too outstanding.

Otherwise, the father will be unhappy and think that you will challenge his position sooner or later.

It's really annoying. Sooner or later, the American devils will know who is the son and who is the father!

Anyway, the Statue of Liberty has been blown up.

Next time, I will erect a statue of Victor! ! !

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