Chapter 346 Whoever hinders me from fighting against drugs is a drug dealer!
Morellane was anxious.
The Fourth Battalion led by Manstein was still very powerful.
The barracks were blocked by armored vehicles at the door, and all the drug dealers who were resting inside were killed!
The TV station and the city hall were only two kilometers apart, and the drug dealers were resisting here!
Well...
Now there is only a pit left!
Two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.
Good guy...
It was blown up directly!
The original modernization from the city turned into scorched earth.
The Northern Army is so simple and unpretentious, and the main feature is a bad temper.
The 10-story TV station was directly blown down, and the air was filled with dust from rubble.
The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion who came back up stood on the ruins, their eyelids trembling.
A lieutenant led people to look for "survivors". When he saw a bloody hand coming out of the ruins, he kicked it and the hand flew several meters away!
"Platoon leader, there must be no living people here, they all evaporated." A corporal behind him looked around vigilantly and whispered.
The lieutenant was about to speak when he suddenly stopped. He heard a sound!
"Someone, find him out!"
The soldiers behind him quickly dispersed in groups of two and swept the ruins.
Soon, someone found several drug dealers trapped inside.
"Platoon leader, here!"
The lieutenant ran over and saw people buried in a triangular crushed area. Because of this angle, they were not dead, but just stuck, but their minds were obviously unclear, just groaning subconsciously.
Seeing the figure, he stretched out his hand to call for help.
The lieutenant glanced at the corporal next to him. The other party grinned, pulled the bolt of the M249 machine gun, pointed the muzzle at the hole, and pulled the trigger!
At this moment, you are sealed as close-range bullet observers!
Bang, bang, bang!
The head was smashed to pieces. If black people saw it, they would think they were discriminating against them. It looked like a watermelon.
"Keep searching, find the living, and kill them!"
"Yes, sir!"
The two BLU-82 bombs killed almost 400 militants, and the living force was completely wiped out.
Only a few drug dealers are still fighting desperately with the help of the terrain.
The drug dealers can't give up Morelia!
At the suburban railway station in Catio in western Michoacan, Battalion B of the 16th Regiment quickly eliminated the drug dealers guarding here and blew up the railway tracks with bombs!
Reinforcements are not allowed to go up!
"Get off the train! Walk!" The accompanying US military adviser gave the order.
The train door opened, and the drug dealers ran down with weapons, and walked towards the destination under the shouting of the leader.
"The Mexican Northern Army must have set up a defense line in front. If we want to rush over, we can only go around!" Consultant Wilson frowned and drew a line on the map at his companions.
"It's more than 200 kilometers from here to the capital! Run over, do you think the drug dealers are supermen?" The companion asked with a glare.
Wilson was silent for a moment.
This distance...
You must have run your legs to pieces.
More than 200 kilometers is actually very close. Trains, planes, and cars can all get there in one or two hours, but you have to run... for several days, and by the time they arrive, they won't even be able to collect the bodies.
"Plane! The planes of the Northern Army are coming!"
Just when several American consultants were still studying "what to eat tonight", the alert drug dealer shouted loudly, with a loud speaker, "Hide! Hide!"
Wilson and others raised their heads and saw seven or eight black spots approaching.
"What is that?"
"B-24!!!" A companion holding a telescope next to him couldn't help but shout out after taking a look.
This thing...
It began to be developed in 1939 and was put into service and participated in actual combat in 1941. This aircraft was the largest large bomber produced by the United States during World War II, and it was also the most used bomber. The production of up to 19,000 aircraft established its position in the history of aircraft development. The B-24 bomber not only participated in the war in Europe, but was also the "king of the sky" in the vast sea and air battlefields in Africa and Asia.
Don't look at it as old.
But it is still strong!
"Where is the air defense!"
An accompanying US "mercenary" ran over and picked up the Stinger.
Aiming at the "overlord" flying in the sky.
But...
Most individual anti-vehicle weapons are weapons of last resort. If you can use a vehicle to fight a vehicle, even if it is a light vehicle against a heavy vehicle, or an auxiliary vehicle against a main combat vehicle, then don't be so desperate as to rely on the firewood stick in your hand!
This thing, theory and actual combat are two different things.
You are lucky to hit a helicopter.
The Soviet side said that the hit rate of the Stinger is only: 10%.
This may be exaggerated.
But you want to hit a bomber?
It's a fool's dream!
They don't fight with you at all, and they just drop "takeout" in the air.
The Americans ran away. Although they don't know what was dropped, it can't be cigarettes dropped by the bomber.
"Eight rounds of 75-gallon napalm bombs, covering the entire territory!"
Buzz buzz buzz! !
Napalm bombs fell from the sky.
Boom boom boom…
American consultant Wilson turned his head and saw the flames behind him radiating outwards, swallowing up the drug dealers who were running slowly.
“Ahhh!!!!”
He screamed and ran forward with a red face. At this time, he must be faster than the Olympic champion.
But the coverage area of napalm bombs can exceed 2,000 square meters. If eight of them are thrown down, where can you run? !
Sometimes human power is exhausted…
When Wilson couldn't run anymore, his legs weakened and he fell to the ground. He could only watch in horror as the flames engulfed him!
There was no scream.
From the sky, it was hell on earth!
The napalm bombs burned the train, leaving no grass on the ground, just a scorched earth…
You can see the charred bodies…
They are beyond recognition…
A crow screamed and stood on a branch, its cold eyes looking at the bodies around and shouting.
Suddenly it rushed down and tore off a piece of meat and ran away.
All… all burned to death!
This is a drug dealer armed force of more than 2,000 people!
Of course, this is not a single one. The order issued by the front-line commander Kennedy is "kill the enemy's living forces at all costs."
If you drug dealers dare to come out as reinforcements, without the worry of civilians, of course they will throw them at you.
Guerrero State.
Querétaro City.
Only 220 kilometers away from Mexico City.
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, the top consultant of the southern drug dealers, was shaking with his hands when he received the news.
"All... all dead?!!"
"Intelligence from the Pentagon shows that they saw this scene with a reconnaissance satellite." The adjutant next to him said in a deep voice.
"According to the Pentagon's calculations and tests, the Northern Army should have used solidified incendiary bombs."
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson looked at the photo in his hand and felt a little nauseous. He threw it aside, took a deep breath, and lit a cigarette to relieve his stomach discomfort.
"General, I don't think Morelia can be defended."
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson was very unwilling and slammed the table hard, "Are we going to compromise like this in the future? Once the Northern Army throws a large-scale lethal weapon, we will retreat? Then why fight, just surrender directly!"
"The drug dealers' weapons are not of the same level." The adjutant shook his head.
"Where is Gustavo?" Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson asked the nominal leader of the southern drug dealers.
Speaking of this, the adjutant was very dissatisfied, "He is not a leader at all now. He is looking for women all day long. Now he is surrounded by women every day, planning to have a son."
"..."
Since his illegitimate son was killed by Victor, Gustavo, the leader of the "Theological Army", has lost his energy and spirit. He plays with women all day long, playing with women when he wakes up and when he sleeps.
It seems that he is very obsessed with his son.
What's the matter?
Do you think Victor is not satisfied with killing, and give him another one to kill?
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson had a dark face and picked up the whip on the table, "Go!"
He led his men to kill Gustavo's so-called "official residence" with great momentum.
In a mansion in the city.
When Jeffrey Olson came with his men, he was shocked by the scene inside.
In the swimming pool...
There were seven or eight female corpses floating, naked, and the water was dyed red!
They seemed to have suffered severe abuse before they died. After death, they were soaked in water for a long time, and they became a bit like giants!
It also attracts mosquitoes.
Gustavo, who smelled of alcohol and had a flushed face, was lying on the ground next to the swimming pool, snoring.
"Fuck! Fuck!!"
Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson's face was livid, and the soldiers behind him couldn't help but vomit.
He took a deep breath and turned away.
"Abandon him and change someone else." He said it decisively.
A dog is useless, just change a dog!
As for the abandoned one?
Then send him to trial!
Coming out of the villa, Jeffrey Olson's anger in his chest still couldn't calm down. Part of him felt sorry for those women, and a large part of him felt that Gustavo was mentally ill and completely abandoned himself.
MD!
The Pentagon spent a lot of time on him.
"Throw Morelia out."
When the adjutant got in the car, he suddenly said, "We can't hold it anymore."
"I will apply for another military aid from the Pentagon. There are some old things in the warehouse that we can't use. They are not suitable for us, but suitable for the Southern Army. I will talk to Elvis Salinas and ask them to buy them."
Elvis Salinas is the nominal president of the South.
He once served in the United States, so he is also a member of the US military and a puppet supported by the United States!
As for Gustavo?
It's just that his influence is relatively large, but today, even if you are Jesus, you have to die. You are too incompetent!
The adjutant lowered his voice, "Raytheon hopes to sell a batch of weapons."
Jeffrey Olson nodded expressionlessly, "Let them send someone over."
Raytheon is one of the US defense companies. It has many products, from communications to semiconductors to infrared tracking of missiles. AGM104 Patriot missiles and AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles are their products.
And some defective products will appear in the production process, and the US military will also return some weapons.
But you have to destroy the things you get back yourself, which is really troublesome from manpower to material resources and time, so you sell them to others through "third-party channels".
For example, terrorist organizations in the Middle East, armed warlords in Africa, and guerrillas in West Asia.
And consultants like Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson naturally have "part-time jobs", selling some things for some defense companies and getting commissions.
And you don't have to go through the Pentagon's account.
Everyone can make extra money, so why not do it?
It's all business, you think.
People like Victor who don't fight drugs for money are just stupid!
The Yankees hated him.
Upon hearing Jeffrey Olson's agreement, the adjutant took a long breath, smiled and nodded.
It’s great to make money!
…
"What? Retreat!" Osier Cardenas roared, grabbing the little brother in front of him, his eyes were scarlet.
As the patriarch of the Michoacán family.
They have been rooted in this land for a long time. They are different from other teams. Their criminal structure is mainly composed of family members, relatives and friends, so they are also particularly united.
Even the so-called new generation of Jalisco later could not do anything to them, and El Mencho had to use a "cooperative" tone with him.
But now the new generation of Jalisco is gone and El Mencho is dead.
The Northern Army is coming.
The Southern Drug Traffickers Alliance that he joined actually asked him to retreat, and the gang abandoned Michoacán.
"Keep...I can't keep my brother anymore."
Osiel Cardenas's biological brother said tremblingly beside him.
"We must defend even if we can't! Are you afraid of death? Even if we die, we will die here."
"We can go to other places to regroup. If we all die, there will really be nothing if there are no more people." His brother also said, and was kicked to the ground by the angry opponent.
Osier Cardenas held a gun in his hand, "I will kill anyone who says run away again! Morelia can't give up!"
Gunshots outside suddenly rang out.
The shouts of the Union Army slowly approached.
The younger brother who fell to the ground looked struggling.
Osiel Cardenas punched and kicked his other relatives, forcing them to rush out and fight to the death.
"That's enough!" His brother turned on the safety and faced the other party, bang!
One shot to the head!
The patriarch of the Michoacan family stared in disbelief. He didn't believe that his brother would kill him? !
Others who saw this scene were also panicked.
"Don't mess up! From now on, I accept the Michoacán family. The Northern Army can't stop it. Let's go, leave Morelia!"
He turned around decisively and left.
The relatives behind him looked at Osiel Cardenas, who had his eyes open and his eyes fixed on the ground, trembled, and hurriedly followed.
If you don't run, it will be too late.
Morelia is now a mess.
As long as you are walking on the road, you are bound to be shot by bullets, and all serious people are hiding at home.
Siege warfare transformed into security warfare.
Outside the small wooden house in the suburbs, Casare had not slept for more than ten hours, just sitting like this. As he said, he would sit as long as he was playing in front.
"Sir, sir! Morelia has been beaten down!"
Just then a soldier ran over and shouted loudly, his tone extremely joyful.
Jason Bourne looked happy next to him and turned to look at Casare.
The latter stood up slowly, his legs were shaking. He had been sitting for a long time. He was smiling and full of energy, "Send victory report to the Governor! Please take credit for the Fourth Battalion!"
"Jason Bourne, find Manstein and ask him to curb the military's behavior and try not to harm civilians."
As much as possible... this word has a huge range.
Just don't rape and kill like the US military does.
So shameful.
However, it is true that the US military allows drug addicts, criminals and many people with mental disorders to enter the army. How can this system be good?
According to statistics, the number of sexual assault cases in the US military reaches approximately 15%! (I found it to be 40%. I think it’s too outrageous. I’d like to lower it a little.)
Victor wants to lose face.
Jason Bourne said yes and took the people to the front line.
Casare looked at the city in the distance, and a surge of lofty ideals emerged, but he was uneducated and could only say, "Manstein is awesome!"
Tijuana.
Victor also received the news of Morelia's recovery and was very happy.
"Well done, congratulations to the 4th Battalion in my name. In one week, I will go to Morelia to award them."
The secretary was there to record everything.
"Order Higmut List to continue the attack on Michoacán and wipe out the remaining forces."
Victor paused, "Form the Fourth Marine Division, assign 2 regiments to each division, appoint Rommel as the division commander, and Fedor von Bock as the chief of staff!"
"The Fourth Marine Division is based in the state of Coahuila."
The secretary hesitated, but immediately wrote it down.
Rommel was promoted directly from battalion commander to commander of the 1st Marine Division.
Tsk tsk tsk...
Take a rocket ride.
It's useless for you, a noble person, to support you. You need a noble person to push your buttocks.
Victor took a drag on his cigarette and said, "For now."
The secretary nodded and hurriedly went to convey the order.
As soon as the other party left, George Smiley from the Thirteen Taibo came in and said, "General, Mossad has issued a new global wanted list. There are a total of 6 of us on the list."
He handed over the message in his hand.
In order to avenge World War II, Mossad would issue bounties on it from time to time. Many bounty hunters relied on this to make a living. Many German veterans of World War II were arrested and put on trial.
Victor took it over and took a look, and he was the first one.
Victor Carlos Vieri: $45 million!
Fourth place: Casare Gonzalez: 24.56 million US dollars!
Tenth place: Kennedy (Mexican military): 18.9 million US dollars!
Thirteenth place: Augustin Przeucir: $9.2 million!
32nd place: Jason Bourne: 3 million US dollars.
97th place: Quauk-U-Mott: 700,000 US dollars.
There are 6 of them in the top 100. If you don’t know, you might think the Northern Army is a terrorist organization.
And the bounty on Victor from various organizations combined exceeds 300 million US dollars!
It’s simply shocking.
Victor squinted his eyes, looked at the list, and suddenly raised his head and asked George Smiley, "Do you like to eat shredded squid?"
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