Chapter 236
After hearing that Kandahar was attacked, 600 drug dealers in the town of Los Mochis rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the support message. They even arranged for about 100 people to take a speedboat upstream from the "Haiji River" inland branch of the outer Gulf of California.
It can reduce the time by 10 to 15 minutes.
"What is that!"
It was raining in the dark night, and it was foggy, so the effective distance was very short.
A drug dealer who had just boarded the boat turned on the flashlight and saw something moving in a bush not far away in the inland river?
He turned on the light and went over.
The scene in front of him was jaw-dropping.
A MIG-G-O8OO American speedboat suddenly emerged from the inland bushes, and it was so elegant that the water splashed 2 meters high.
This thing is nearly 10 meters long, 3 meters wide, and has a full load displacement of 3.5 tons.
This thing has been modified by the logistics department. Two 7.62mm Gatling six-barrel rapid-fire machine guns are equipped on both sides of the boat. The two machine guns can fire 12,000 rounds of bullets per minute, and two general-purpose machine guns are installed in the middle.
A 12.7mm heavy machine gun is hung at the tail.
If you think the firepower is not strong enough, you can even carry RPG-7 rockets.
In other words, it can pour tens of thousands of bullets in 360° all directions in one minute.
There are 10 fully armed armed personnel on the MIG-G-O8OO American speedboat. They belong to the "boat commando" of the Coast Guard in the anti-drug force, abbreviated as SWWE, with a number of about 30 people.
It accounts for a quarter of the Coast Guard.
The main purpose is to use assault boats to carry out special operations at sea, and when necessary, they can open the way for special forces.
It is a bit similar to the US military boat rapid reaction force.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...
The flames from the muzzle of the Gatling gun at night are so clear that it can be seen clearly.
They cut the drug dealers who were preparing to go ashore and on the assault boat like melons and vegetables!
There were no shelters or cover here.
Basically...
They were like targets.
"Jump off the boat! Jump off the boat!" A small leader lying on the assault boat shouted twice. He just wanted to jump into the water. As soon as his body rose a little, the bullet pierced his head.
The body fell into the river dejectedly.
The blood instantly dyed the river red.
There are piranhas in the inner river of this "Haiji River". They swarmed in when they smelled the blood.
Sure enough, where there are anti-drug forces, local fish will not lack food.
The drug dealers on the shore could only run in panic.
But at most they ran a dozen steps, and the bullet directly broke half of their bodies from behind.
There were also drug dealers who lost their minds and turned back with weapons.
They wanted to exchange one life for another.
But...
Fight back?
This firepower...
If you can raise your head, it is disrespectful to Gatling!
Your best way is to use your "face" and "body" to withstand 7.62 mm. Generally speaking, if you have nine lives, you will be fine.
This gang is also very cunning. I will kill you by surprise, but I will never land on the island. I will retreat after the fight.
Before leaving, I deliberately roared the engine a few times.
The drug dealers on the shore screamed in anger!
"Except God! We suppress everything!"
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Sinaloa. Culiacan.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
The North American Drug Association building was brightly lit and panicked.
The anti-drug forces launched a surprise attack on the two states. At least more than 20 calls for support came in, and they were exhausted all night.
The same is true for Guzman.
He was sitting in the boss chair at this time, his face flushed, his eyes staring, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn apart by him.
The original joy of finishing the business with Victor Bout was gone!
Several younger brothers stood in front of him, trembling, looking at each other, not daring to breathe.
Because the village where Guzman was born was completely wiped out, and all 212 Mexican warriors who went to support him were killed, and his mother was also captured!
Guzman stood up, pushed the messy documents on the table to the ground, and chanted, "Victor!"
"Victor!" His expression was ferocious.
"Arturo!" He turned to look at his cousin, who also had a gloomy face. That "Kandahar" was also his hometown.
His parents were lucky and died early, but there were still many of his relatives in the village.
Kill them all!
He felt like there was a stone pressing on his chest, and he was very depressed. When he heard Guzman calling him, he raised his head and the two looked at each other.
"She can't die!"
She, of course, refers to Guzman's mother.
"Maybe, we can negotiate." Arturo said softly.
Guzman was silent. His dignity prevented him from bowing his head, but…
Scenes echoed in his mind.
His father died early from alcoholism. His mother raised all the brothers. She was reluctant to eat the cheap corn paste and always gave it to herself.
He was used to the fighting and ugly human nature outside. He could relax with his mother.
Sometimes, he was really tired.
His lips trembled, but his eyes showed ferocity!
“We can’t just negotiate like this. Pick 100 civilians and chop them up. Send the videotape to the TV station and tell them that if they don’t let my mother go, I will kill again!”
Use this trick to force Victor.
Aren’t you a policeman?
Are you willing to see ordinary people die?
Use the people's opinions to crush you to death.
Guzman obviously still doesn’t know Victor well enough.
If he knew you were doing this, I'm afraid your mother would be in danger. Maybe, he would find dozens of male dogs in heat to get you a mongrel brother?
"This revenge must be avenged!"
"Boss..."
At this moment, someone from the operations center ran in with a solemn expression, "A unit of the anti-drug force captured Madeira and cut off the passage between us and Juarez."
Guzman quickly turned his head and looked at the map on the wall.
"The combat center has ordered the three regiments of 15.18 and part of "Shuote Kutli!" (Royal Confederate Army) "Almost 9,000 people are heading towards Madeira!"
"Keep them all, I don't want to see them alive. If they dare to cut off our route, we will let them die here."
"clear!"
6:11 a.m. US time.
Two companies of the 336th Regiment, with a total of more than 300 people, seized Madeira and quickly built defenses.
The logistics at the rear quickly transported heavy machine guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, ammunition, and artillery by air.
"When will the reinforcements arrive?" William James Hester, the commander of the first company, with a Chinese character face and thick eyebrows, asked the commander of the second company.
"The answer given by the combat center is 2 hours. Other troops are attacking other cities in the border area. As long as we persist for 2 hours, follow-up troop support will come."
"But don't worry, the coast guard will help us."
Madeira's geographical location is very important, as it directly cuts off the connection between Sinaloa and Chihuahua. As long as you hold on to it, your future DMs will have to make a round trip from other places.
The cost, manpower, and energy will all at least double.
William James Hester frowned, "Can the patrol boat turn in the inland river? Don't be used as a target then. This is the only ship of the Coast Guard. They should go back to us. Cook."
"William, don't say this to the Coast Guard, otherwise they will really beat you up." The second company commander curled his lips and said.
"Report! Sir!"
"We have information."
"Approaching Madeira from a large number of enemies," said a policeman running over.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a whistling sound in the air.
"Bombardment!"
At 7 a.m. on August 10, 1990, the Battle of Madeira began.
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Wyndham Hotel, New York, USA!
Victor was jogging on the treadmill in a short-sleeved shirt, and the horses below could be seen by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He looked at the data. After ten kilometers, he pressed the pause button and got off the treadmill. Casare enthusiastically handed over the towel.
"You also need to lose weight." Victor wiped his face and patted the other person's belly. Casare smiled bitterly and looked at the treadmill.
If you let him run, you might as well let him die.
"Boss, last night, our troops attacked Chihuahua and Sinaloa as planned and captured 4 towns, including Madeira, and 17 villages. Task Force 141 captured Guzman's old man. mom."
"About 2,172 drug dealers were killed!"
"Three of the Juarez ringleaders were also captured in Chihuahua, all of whom were relatives of Aguilar."
"We crashed a Mi-8, killing 261 people!"
Victor was very satisfied with the situation, "Do the Americans know?"
Casare nodded, "Mr. Bush's staff is already waiting for you in the lounge. I have already told him."
"Since we are so capable of fighting, we have to make them bleed. Moreover, I also told them that Pablo has deep connections with the Soviet Union, and traces of T55 have also been found here in Guzman. Perhaps, this is a battle. Proxy War."
"Only the Soviets can make Americans generous." Victor joked, patting him on the shoulder.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
Is five minutes enough for a man to wash his body and hair? Maybe too much, shower gel? What kind of bird is that?
Do you still need to apply it?
When Victor came to the lounge, he met Bush's staff, Haytham Welsh!
The other person has silver hair, wears glasses, and looks gentle.
"Congratulations, Mr. Victor, we are aware of the anti-narcotics force's fight in Mexico, and Mr. Bush is pleased."
"Thank you! This is our responsibility."
Haytham Welsh nodded, looked at the other party, hesitated, "Is there really a Soviet behind Guzman?"
"Don't the CIA have any information to tell you?"
"It seems they are incompetent at all."
Victor smiled and said, "I discovered this in Mexico with the FBI and DEA. If you think they have T55 tanks, they can't build them themselves. My intelligence agency told me that the giant bear may not live long." , before they die, maybe they will go crazy?”
Haytham Wells' brows twitched and his face twitched.
Of course he knew that the giant bear was going to die. As an aide, he had access to a lot of information, but Victor knew that it was not easy.
"I heard that you also have a lot of Soviet weapons."
"certainly!"
Victor readily admitted, "However, they are not as friendly to Americans as I am. Guzman's Sinaloa Group has at least hundreds of cases against Americans every year, right? Not to mention Guzman, the CIA Many of them were killed by him.”
"My Soviet weapons are for protecting Americans and Mexicans."
Hailsan Wells nodded, agreeing with this answer, and handed over a piece of paper at hand. The handwriting on it was a little sloppy, but it was clear and seemed to be just written.
In case he couldn't understand, he used Spanish words.
"We had already discussed the amount of sponsorship, but we think that is far from enough. I just reported to the President and recalculated it as soon as possible."
Victor took it and saw the first line, his expression was shocked.
"First, allow Mexico to use US military GPS satellites and start intelligence sharing."
"Second, 6 M1A1M main battle tanks!"
"Third, 2 sets of M270 multiple rocket launch systems (MLRS) and 30 matching m26 rockets."
"Third, allow the anti-drug forces to be registered in the US Veterans Center."
"Fourth, provide 1,000 M16s and 200,000 rounds of ammunition."
...
Only four points!
But this did make Victor feel the other party's handwriting.
With GPS, you can "see" in many aspects, and you can see farther than drug dealers.
Not to mention the 6 M1A1M main battle tanks, which cost nearly 50 million US dollars at 8.9 million US dollars each.
Not to mention the 2 M270 multiple rocket launch systems (MLRS) and the 36 matching m26 rockets, this thing...
The culmination of "American violence".
Each time, 12 m26 rockets or 2 tactical missiles can be launched, but the m26 rocket can produce 7728 bullets, which can directly cover an area of 60,000 square meters.
Other missiles can also be launched.
For example, the XM135 rocket carrying VX-nerve toxin and the GMLRS-ER rocket with a range of 150 kilometers.
Let's put it this way...
This thing is a strategic depth weapon of the US military.
The Iraqis nicknamed it: Ruthless Steel Rain.
It is listed as one of the most feared weapons on the battlefield.
It is also a short-range missile.
The United States even gave this thing?
Aren't you afraid that you can use it to shoot you?
This thing has a range of 480 kilometers, and people nickname it: "Commander's private shotgun" and "Gypsy truck"!
I don't know how much the M270 multiple rocket launcher system sells for, but if many NATO countries use it for upgrades and repairs, it will cost at least tens of millions of dollars.
And each m26 rocket is about 120,000 US dollars. He gave 36 rockets, enough for 3 rounds, which is worth 4.32 million US dollars.
A house in the wealthy area of New York, USA was lost.
Add weapons and ammunition, and the sponsorship this time is as high as hundreds of millions of US dollars!
Obviously, the United States is very angry about the North American Drug Association blowing up the Statue of Liberty, and the most important thing is that there is a shadow of the Soviets behind it.
Really NMD generous.
Godfather, whoever you tell me to hit, I will hit.
It's not that Victor has a low moral bottom line, but the other party really gave too much.
These weapons will cost at least 200 million yuan to exchange with points.
"What does the third one mean by allowing the anti-drug forces to be registered in the American Veterans Center?" Victor still didn't understand one of the points, so he pointed and asked.
Hailsan Wells said, "The United States cares more about the re-employment of veterans, and many soldiers cannot integrate into society. This veterans center is a place to introduce jobs. If you pay more, American soldiers are happy to earn some foreign exchange."
It turned out to be an official intermediary.
Generous, really generous.
Victor had nothing to complain about, and was very satisfied.
It was rare for Americans to be generous.
"We hope to catch the murderer behind the scenes as soon as possible."
"No problem! Our goals are the same. For peace, for the people of both countries not to be disturbed by drugs, I will kill those drug dealers."
The money has been paid.
Everything is easy to say.
When I get back, I will kill the other party!
Hailsan Wells nodded, and changed the subject, "It is said that you and the pilots of the Newberg Air Force Base have a man's agreement?"
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