Chapter 307 Beheading Victor

Chapter 307 Beheading Victor

Chapter 307 Behead Victor!

Washington, District of Columbia, Arlington County, 1400 Defense Pentagon

From the sky, this building that looks like a pile of feces is the famous Pentagon.

At the door, a group of college students held flags to protest!

"Pentagon, stop the war!"

"Mexico is not the enemy!"

"You are a bunch of dirty murderers who assist drug dealers!"

The security guards at the door did not care, holding weapons and watching from the side. As long as you don't rush in, you can do whatever you want.

During the Vietnam War, people came to protest every day, and even burned the American flag outside.

It was much more intense than this.

In the office building, Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney lifted the curtains a little, looked at the anti-war activists outside, frowned, and flashed disgust in his eyes. He waved the curtains vigorously, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction, "They are just full and bored, they should be sent to grow potatoes!"

There were three other people in the office besides him.

Former Secretary of Defense, Mexican envoy, Cheney's good friend, Mr. Rumsfeld.

U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vono.

Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff: LeBron Andre.

To put it bluntly, the "Operation Lady Justice" against Panama in 1989 was discussed among these few people.

"We need to give an explanation to the National Guard who died in the battle, and there is serious dissatisfaction within Arizona." Cheney directly set the tone.

This is also agreed by everyone.

Little jerk, the Americans have never suffered such a big loss!

Have you ever seen anyone who offended the United States and got good?

Overthrow those who should be overthrown, suppress those who should be suppressed, and directly let you understand what it means to be the leader of North America.

Especially in the back garden, no one can do it, and you, Mexico, still want to jump like that?

"Arm and send troops!" U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vono is a complete war maniac.

"How many people should we send? There's still a war going on in Iraq. A regiment? A division? Or 100,000 people? Victor is not Noriega. I've seen their armed forces. To be frank, it's hard to defeat them. His soldiers are well-trained..." Rumsfeld said cautiously.

"But no one can survive after shitting on the head of the United States. The whole world is watching us!" Admiral Karl Vono looked at the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff next to him, "Andre, what do you think?"

"We need to control the war within a certain range, and the most important goal is to solve Victor. We can put pressure on the border, and then send special forces to infiltrate and behead Victor."

Admiral Karl Vono approved the plan. Just kill Victor.

He looked at Secretary of Defense Cheney, "I agree."

Richard Bruce Cheney glanced at his old friend Rumsfeld and saw that he did not object, so he thought for a while and nodded, "I agree, now we need Mr. President's signature, during this period of time, Andre, your staff must make a plan..."

"Victor is not a piece of wood, he will definitely hide everywhere, especially in this special period."

"Anything can be disintegrated from the inside, isn't this what we are best at?" Richard Bruce Cheney pushed his glasses up and smiled meaningfully.

"Mr. Rumsfeld, I heard that your granddaughter and Victor..." Admiral Carl Vono hadn't finished speaking when he saw Rumsfeld stand up suddenly, frowning, "This matter is simply a rumor, Belsaria can't be with that Mexican, please be careful with your words, General."

After all, he was Secretary of Defense, and when he frowned, Carl Vono laughed.

"Okay, that's it, go back and prepare." Cheney said.

Several people left the office. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vono watched Rumsfeld walk away without looking back, and said to LeBron Andre next to him with dissatisfaction, "He is still so proud."

"Don't mess with him if you have nothing to do. His prestige in the army is not something you can compare to."

Carl Vono's face turned green.

Do you have to be so direct?

When Rumsfeld drove home, as soon as he got out of the car, his wife Joyce came up to him with a smile on her face, "You're back."

"Yeah."

"Dinner is ready, and the children are back."

"Where's Belsaria?"

"She's back too, today is your birthday."

Rumsfeld nodded and walked into the house. He used to be the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, so he was rich and lived in a big villa.

As soon as he walked in, the two grandchildren who were playing at the door rushed over. He squatted down and kissed the two little guys.

"Hi, Dad." The son walked out.

Rumsfeld nodded with a stiff face, and saw his family sitting at the dining table with a cake on it.

His granddaughter Belsaria was putting candles on him, clapping her hands, and smiling, "Happy birthday, Grandpa."

He doted on his granddaughter, smiled, but then frowned as if he thought of something, "I have something to ask you, come with me to the study."

After that, he walked in with a serious face, Belsaria looked at her father in confusion, and followed him in confusion.

"Dad looks very unhappy today?" The eldest son Neck asked his mother Joyce who walked in.

The latter spread his hands, with the same doubts.

Suddenly, a violent noise broke out in the study.

"Victor is my boyfriend, now and in the future!"

"I don't allow it!" Rumsfeld shouted at the top of his voice.

Nick and his mother looked at each other and hurried to run over, only to see the door open, Belsaria ran out with tears on her face, picked up her bag on the sofa and ran out.

Her grandmother called from behind, but she didn't even look back and drove away.

"What's going on?" Joyce asked anxiously.

"Watch your daughter! Nick, her boyfriend can be an American or even a black man, but he must not be a Mexican!" Rumsfeld pointed at his son and cursed.

With a dark face, he went upstairs.

This birthday was also unhappy.

Nick and his mother looked at each other, helpless.

…

Tijuana.

Casare returned home tiredly. As the chief steward of the Northern Army's internal affairs, he was under great pressure recently.

We need to coordinate the supplies of the troops and stabilize the general's rear.

He only sleeps for three hours every day, and he hasn't eaten for 13 hours.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a fragrance and thought it was the nanny, but when he went in, he saw his mother Camilla Sodi making soup. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and saw him smiling, "Are you back? Felixna, go get your brother's bag."

The little sister who was doing homework responded and trotted over.

Casare was stunned, his mouth half open, because of the matter of his mother's boyfriend Kashima Noriyasu, the latter ignored him at all.

Every day when he came back, he looked like a stranger, and today...

He was a little at a loss.

"Come, try the soup I made for you. You loved it the most when you were a child." Camilla Sodi smiled and waved.

Casare touched his sister's head, walked over, and looked at the soup mixed with corn and ham, with mixed feelings.

When he was a child, his family was poor and it was not easy for his mother to feed them. She often went to the vegetable market to pick up some vegetable leaves and make a pot. Later, when she had money, she no longer had this taste.

"Drink it quickly." Camilla Sodi urged.

Casare smiled and took a sip, "It tastes good..."

He has tried everything now, but the taste of his mother's cooking is different.

Camilla Sodi was very happy, "Wait, there will be other dishes."

Casare nodded vigorously. This was the relaxation of the tension between mother and son. He was also a little nervous.

"Brother~" Little sister Felixna came over and pulled him.

"What's wrong?"

The little girl took out a Barbie doll and showed off, "Is it pretty? My aunt and her family came today and bought me a gift."

Casare nodded, "It's pretty, as pretty as my sister."

"Are there any things for my aunt and her family to come?"

"I don't know. My aunt brought a strange man who I don't know. They talked in the room for a long time. I was downstairs and didn't hear it." Felixna shook her head and said casually.

But when Casare heard it, he was stunned, swallowed his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't help frowning.

A strange man?

"Here it is, chicken and corn red and white soup." Camilla Sodi brought the dishes over and put them on the table.

"Mom." Casare suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"What did my aunt come here for today?"

When he asked, his eyes were fixed on Camilla Sodi.

The other party's expression was obviously a little unnatural, and her face was stiff, "She...she just came to ask me to borrow some money."

Casare shook his head disappointedly, "Mom, when you lie, your hands will be very nervous and clenched together."

Bang! !

He slapped the table and stood up angrily, "Tell me, what is she doing here?!"

Camilla Sodi was a little scared when she saw her increasingly powerful son. Looking at his eyes, "Your aunt... brought a businessman here, hoping to meet you. He gave 600,000 US dollars, and I..."

What a big face!

600,000!

"There are other things, Mom. My patience is limited." Casare said gloomily, "He is not an ordinary businessman."

Camilla Sodi did not expect her son to become so alert. She nodded slightly bitterly, "He said he works for the US government. He hopes you can help them. As long as you tell them a problem, they will give you 200,000 US dollars, directly into the card."

Seeing her son's gloomy face, she continued quickly.

"Casare, they also said that if you agree, they will let you take over Victor's position as the Governor of Northern Mexico."

"They will also let your brothers and sisters be accepted by Harvard and Yale University."

"And... and..."

"Enough!!" Casare pushed the food on the table to the ground with force, pointing at Camilla Sodi angrily, "Do you know what you are doing? You are betraying Mexico! You are betraying your country! You are betraying Victor!!"

"No! I didn't! Casare, they just want you to help overthrow Victor. He offended the Americans and he can't survive. You have to think about yourself and your brothers and sisters..." Camilla Sodi said loudly.

"Shut up!"

Casare ran to the sofa in a rage, took out a gun from his briefcase, pointed at the other party, and blushed.

"We can have what we have now, all thanks to the boss, you want me to betray him? Has your conscience been eaten by the Americans?!"

At the muzzle of the gun, Camilla Sodi's hair stood up and her pupils shrank. "I'm your mother, Casare, I won't lie to you."

Bang!

A gunshot.

Camilla Sodi's pupils condensed and she sat on the ground with a black bullet hole on the wall behind her.

Little sister Felixna was crying beside her while holding a Barbie doll.

The guards rushed in after hearing the gunshots.

This is the residence of the top leaders of the Northern Army, so of course there are guards. When they came in and saw Casare holding a weapon, they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Sir, calm down." The leading officer said hurriedly.

"Lock her up. No one is allowed to approach her without my order."

The leading officer was stunned. The son imprisoned his mother?

"I'm your mother, Casare! Are you so cruel?" Camilla Sodi shouted loudly.

Casare pursed his lips and resolutely turned away. Hearing the howling behind him, he felt very painful in his heart.

He ran into the study and picked up the phone. His hands were shaking. His eyes revealed sadness, and his cheeks were swollen from biting his teeth.

But he finally dialed the phone.

"Hello, Boss, I have something to report to you."

…

After listening to Casare's narration, Victor was calm, "I know."

"General..."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Casare shouted hoarsely.

"I demand the death penalty for Camilla Sodi!"

Victor was silent, "No need to do that, Casare, you are my brother, Camilla Sodi is also my mother, our mother made some mistakes, which is tolerable, spend more time with your mother."

"Boss..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Casare, wait until spring comes, and we brothers will have a drink together." Victor said gently.

After hanging up the phone, Casare couldn't help himself. He raised his head, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He walked out of the study with a gun in his hand, and heard Camilla Sodi's heart-wrenching roar in the bedroom!

"Let me out! Let me out!!!"

Casare looked at the guard, pushed open the door, and saw his mother with disheveled hair. She saw her son, took a step back, and then rushed over, "I was wrong, Mom was wrong, Casare, forgive me this time, let me go, let me go."

"Mom, you told me since I was a child that doing wrong things will be punished."

Camilla Sodi's pupils condensed.

"You will live in Tijuana Mental Hospital for the rest of your life, don't come out, aunt... I have to give you an explanation."

After saying that, Casare pushed her away and left without looking back.

"Casare Gonzalez!! You are a bastard who deserves to be struck by lightning, you are a bastard!!" Camilla Sodi's voice behind him was very sharp, like a madman.

"Thank you for your hard work." Casare said to the guards.

The leading officer nodded and winked, and two soldiers covered Camilla Sodi's mouth and carried her downstairs.

Even though the latter continued to struggle, how could she compare to the strength of several young men?

Click...

Casare lit a cigarette for himself and said to himself, "Aunt... 37 years old, um... long enough."

Victor in the command post frowned, but then relaxed and said to Jason Bourne, "Casare, my brother."

The intelligence chief was also a little silent.

It must be said that Casare is too loyal to Victor!

"It seems that the Americans are going to kill me. What do we say in the United States?"

Just as Jason Bourne was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Then he saw Augustin Przewczyk, deputy director of the intelligence department, come in with a quick letter in his hand and handed it to Victor, "Aphrodite has sent a message."

Victor's eyes lit up immediately.

"Aphrodite" is a code name, one of the twelve main gods in ancient Greece, and also an important person in the "Nail Intelligence Plan" of the Governor's Office of the North of Mexico.

No one knows whether it is a man or a woman.

Only Augustin Przewczyk, deputy director of the intelligence department responsible for foreign intelligence, knows it, and even Victor doesn't know it.

The fewer people who know, the safer she (he) is.

The Americans can put spies in Victor, and Victor can naturally do it too.

It depends on whose counterintelligence work is better.

He took the bulletin, which read: "On November 11, 1990, at 2 a.m., the special forces beheaded the 75th Ranger Regiment, the 3rd Battalion, B Company (Paratroopers), the 1st Special Operations Detachment, C Squadron (Delta Force), the 1st Battalion, 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Nighthawk Force), and SEAL Team 6 (SEAL Team 6), a total of about 212 soldiers, carried out the operation, and the 24th Special Tactics Squadron (Air Force Special Forces) and Intelligence Support Activities (ISA) provided support."

"The US military will launch a conflict at the Mexicali border station to provide support for the special forces!"

"The code name of this operation: Operation Gothic Serpent!"

When Victor saw the code name, he raised his eyebrows, and it was the same name as one of his previous operations.

"It seems that you have done a great job in intelligence work." He raised his head and said to Deputy Minister Augustin Przewczyr.

The Americans' pants were pulled off!

With such private information, "Aphrodite" must be holding the most core position. Victor was very curious, but he knew that curiosity would kill the cat.

"I plan to set up a foreign military intelligence department. You will be in charge of it and you will be promoted to major general."

"Loyalty!" Augustin Przewczyr said with a little excitement.

Victor folded the intelligence, "It seems that I have to let the Americans determine my position, report my whereabouts, and trick these warriors here. My knife must be ready."

"Yes, General!"

Victor narrowed his eyes.

The game began.

Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney certainly didn't know that the internal plan had been leaked long ago. He was now running around naked, taking the plan to find Bush to sign.

The other party took a look and then signed it quickly.

With the president taking the blame, the efficiency is very fast.

At 0.21 am on November 11, 1990!

The 128th Regiment of the Arizona National Guard launched an artillery attack on the Mexicali Border Station!

Bang bang bang...

The entire border station was shaken by the bombing.

The 223rd Mexicali Regiment stationed here was ordered to fight back!

Puff puff puff...

Santos spit out the sand in his mouth and shook his head. It was all dirt.

"The American bastards are here, get in position, get in position!" A commander outside shouted nervously.

He bent over and crawled out of the temporary hole. There were densely packed people outside, squatting in the grass, taking advantage of the night.

Who from the 223rd Regiment would be in the border station?

Wouldn't that be a beating?

A regiment was scattered in the woods on the hillsides on both sides, forming a horn.

Santos and the two of them rushed to the high point with M134 rapid-fire machine guns. The full name of this gun should be: Gatling Minigang Green Vulcan Terminator Gate!

The two wore night vision goggles and could clearly see that people and vehicles had already advanced to the border station under the cover of artillery.

"Fire! Santos!" The order came from the headset.

He glanced at Campost, who made an OK sign, half-crouched, held the handle, and fired at the convoy!

It was late at night...

The M134 rapid-fire machine gun swept out the smell of "Hellfire", and shot out the effect of lasers, flying over the heads of the comrades below.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...

The sound of the gun was like diarrhea.

6-barreled aviation machine guns were used for ground control...

I have to say that Victor really armed his troops to the teeth.

The armed Hummer that rushed to the front was blown up on the spot, and the bullets pressed the ground so hard that the American soldiers couldn't raise their heads.

A few people couldn't dodge in time and were shot into sieves, and blood mist was still in the air.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" The commander hiding behind the M1A1 tank shouted with the communicator, patting the tank's butt, "Kill the firepower point, kill him, Hausen."

The commander heard the order from the headset and asked the gunner to turn the muzzle.

"The angle is not enough!"

"The angle is not enough!!"

Beep beep beep!

A rapid alarm sounded inside the M1A1, and the driver's face tightened. He glanced at the radar, "Rocket!"

Bang~!

The car body shook violently, and the driver was not sitting firmly and crashed into the side. The driver's foot was stuck on the accelerator and he had fainted. The tank was lucky and was not blown away, but the infantry was not in a good condition. The out-of-control tank ran over the crowd recklessly, knocking down many American soldiers, and finally crashed into the mountain amid exclamations, and thick smoke rose.

In an instant, the US military suffered heavy losses.

The US National Guard VS the Mexican National Guard, it seems that the battle is very fierce.

And just after the "Mexicoli Border Defense War" started, attracting the attention of both sides.

In the dark night.

Eight UH-60 general-purpose helicopters and three AH-64 "Apache" armed helicopters took off from the El Paso military camp in Texas.

Here are American soldiers carrying out decapitation missions.

"Gentlemen, our mission is to kill the Mexican tyrant Victor. You all know the battle plan. God is with us, Amen!" shouted Lieutenant Colonel Tom Mattis, the frontline commander.

He has some gray hair. After this job, he will move to the second line.

"Amen!" The comrades next to him also responded.

Buzz buzz buzz ~

The propellers of the armed helicopter wrinkled the surface of the Bravo River on the US-Mexico border.

Flying low towards the destination.

The "11.11 conflict" officially began.

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