Chapter 412: Everything you eat and drink is money!

Chapter 412: Everything you eat and drink is money!

Shortly after the 1st and 2nd Battalions of the 179th Armored Regiment of the 5th Division stormed into the Kimahuakan slum.

In the military camp in La Roma, 372 fully armed special forces soldiers of the Mexican Army's 141st Special Forces Group boarded six prepared CH-47 transport helicopters.

The twin propellers blow sexier than the girls in the red light district.

Two of them also carry heavy boxes containing NSV machine guns, which are used to build defense lines.

Under the eyes of their comrades in the military camp, six CH-47 transport helicopters flew towards the slums.

The huge roar attracted the attention of many people below.

"Oh my God! Max! Max!" On a bridge, a bearded father slapped his sleeping son awake, shook his shoulders vigorously, and pointed to the sky, " Look! There’s a plane!”

The child's eyes were sleepy, his mouth was half-open, and he raised his head.

Dad clamped his head and counted for him, "One, two, three..."

Max looked at his father who was even more excited than him, lowered his head, and responded perfunctorily.

On the bridge, the drivers all stopped, got out of their cars, and exclaimed. Some even picked up their cameras to take pictures of the scene.

This is rare.

A burly man took out his mobile phone in a panic and looked up at the direction of the helicopter group. "Hey! The government forces have sent six helicopters. They should be special forces. Where are they going? How do I know where to go!"

"Hey hey hey!"

The big man shouted twice, but the other end had already hung up. He cursed Fake and got into the car directly, "Let's go."

"Where to go boss?"

"Run away! Go to the satellite city outside the city to take shelter first. Damn it, Victor is serious about it."

What?

Do you think he is joking?

The tank regiment of the 3rd Marine Division has been pulled up to the entrance of the slums, and their guns have been stuffed into their mouths. Are you still saying, I bet you don’t have bullets in your guns?

John McTavish was wearing a skull mask, his two deep eyes were exposed, full of murderous intent, he raised his hand and looked at his watch.

14:37!

"Our mission is to occupy Block 6, occupy its "Goldelo Building", radiate the surrounding area, build a defense line, and wait for the rendezvous of ground forces."

"According to the order of the general headquarters, this operation will be broadcast live around the world!"

John McTavish's voice paused and he glanced at everyone, "This is the first time for a live combat broadcast. I have only one request."

"Kill the enemies you can see!"

"Shock potential enemies in front of the television."

"Terrorize those enemies who refuse to surrender!"

"Please remember our slogan..."

"If you dare to go against me, you will die without a burial place!!"

The two lieutenants sitting on the inside of the helicopter looked at each other and winked at each other.

Is this our slogan?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, the boss can change the slogan at any time.

"Enter the combat area, rappel after five minutes, and conduct a sweep and clearing of the area on 1.3.7." The pilot commander's order came from the earphones.

"receive!"

John McTavish adjusted the channel, held down the headset, "All, check weapons!"

There are about three to four hundred gangsters in all directions below. They are attacking the "Goldelo Building", which is the landmark of the 6th neighborhood. It is about 13 meters high, which is considered high in the slums. It is occupied by the revolting civilians. .

They rely on the terrain to fight gangsters.

But the bullets could not be replenished, and the defense line was quickly broken through, and a fight began around the building.

"Ah!!!" A young boy with red eyes came out from the corner with a kitchen knife. In the horrified look of a gangster, he slashed with the knife, cutting it off from the head, like a watermelon, red and white. all sputtered out.

Before he could be happy, bullets from behind swept over him, killing him instantly, and his body staggered down the stairs.

More than 20 gangsters rushed into the room and beat the old and weak people inside unceremoniously to death.

Blood dripped down the cracks.

The gangsters who rushed up below raised their heads and drank greedily.

This is also a liquid!

I haven't drank water for a long time...I feel exhausted.

After receiving the order, the three CH-47 transport helicopters broke away from the cluster and drew a circle around it. They circled to the front of the building. The pilot saw the tragic scene inside through the window and pressed the fire control!

A 20mm cannon and 19 2.75-inch rocket pods were installed on both sides of the fuselage. The cannon hit the gangsters inside.

Puff puff puff puff puff…

This firepower…

Those people tried to find a bunker, but it was too late. They were beaten into a bloody mist, and their broken limbs and arms were flying everywhere. Even the walls were beaten into "crispy skin", and glass and other things fell down...

The gangsters below fired at the helicopters hovering in the air.

The other two CH-47s used M-5 40mm automatic high-speed grenade launchers facing downwards, specifically to hit crowded places.

It exploded and screamed again and again.

"Down, down, down!!" John McTavish shouted.

"Man, Victor bless you!" the pilot gave a thumbs up.

The former replied, took a deep breath, and rappelled down quickly!

I saw two CH-47s on the top floor of the "Goldelo Building", and the other four were scattered around, taking advantage of the gaps to seize bunkers.

"Quickly, hit the government troops on the rope." The gang leader hiding behind shouted loudly. They had no communication equipment, so they shouted with their voices, but the sound spread so small that some people heard the shooting, while others did not know. At a loss.

John McTavish held his gun with one hand, bent his waist, walked around a burned vehicle, and shot the gangsters hiding behind the opposite building.

Tutu~

Chuchuchu!

Hitting the neck, the muscle tissue was knocked out.

John McTavish waved his hand, and dozens of 141 members behind him, in groups of two, began to rush into the building near the "Gordeleau Building". The special forces were about to occupy a favorable space.

"blasting!"

He shouted, and a second lieutenant behind him came over with a bomb and stuck it on the wall beside the window. The people next to him turned around and blasted a big hole.

I'll go.

Russian blasting method.

The two jumped over, just in time to see the gangsters rushing out after hearing the sound from the side, and they raised their guns and fired.

"Clear."

John McTavish kicked open the door, threw a grenade inside, and then led people to pour in from the main entrance.

"Don't shoot, we surrender, we surrender!" The two gangsters who fell to the ground hurriedly raised their hands and shouted, speaking fluent Mexican, but they were greeted by a hail of bullets.

Two shots in the chest and one in the head, even if Jesus comes, it will be hard to save him.

This scene was conveyed through live broadcast.

The gangster's scream before his death and John McTavish's decisiveness are both shocking.

"OMG! OMG! So handsome!" In a middle-class family in Texas, a white child shouted loudly, then jumped up vigorously and said to his younger siblings, "You see No, bang bang bang, damn, it’s really cool!”

"Don't you think it's cruel? Brother, they have surrendered..." The younger sister was holding the potato chips in her hand. When she saw the blood splashing, she found it hard to swallow and almost vomited. She looked at her jumping brother. , couldn't help but speak.

"How can you women understand men's romance? Those gangsters deserve to die, as well as drug dealers. This is the 141st Special Forces, the most elite force in Mexico!"

"No, no, no, brother, it's not 141. I think it's the Navy Ship Commando SWWE. Their slogan is so cool, "Except God, we suppress everything!" "." The younger brother standing next to him shouted, expressing his point of view.

My sister curled her lips and said, "Sure enough, men are all violent."

"We maintain stability, so we use violence!" the younger brother retorted.

The elder brother's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, there is nothing wrong with protecting the weak and the gangsters holding the slums hostage. The 141 Special Forces protect the people. I have decided that I will join them in the future. Brother, do you think I can join? Listen. "They all fight ten," he said, showing off his muscles.

"Brother, we are Americans..." the younger brother said suddenly.

The room suddenly became quiet.

"It would be great if I could immigrate. Damn it, what's so good about America? There are black gangs everywhere. The police have no role at all. It's not safe at all." My brother complained, sitting slumped on the sofa and staring at the TV. .

"All teams report to me."

"The first and second teams have entered the "Goldelo Building" and are exchanging fire!"

"Team 4 occupies the wing building."

"Team 5 has secured the corner of the street."

John McTavish led people to search a room and patted the lieutenant in front of him on the shoulder. The other man touched the switch and pushed open the door. The latter's pupils shrank. The gangster inside was holding a shotgun. Here comes the spray!

The lieutenant reacted quickly. He rushed to the side and hit his head against the wall. It hurt a little, but at least he didn't die.

"Don't come in! Otherwise I'll beat him to death! Beat him to death!!!" The gangster inside roared, his eyes were scarlet, and the gun was pointed at a pregnant woman, who was sitting on the ground, her legs trembling. cried.

John McTavish took a deep breath, trembling with his right eye, and glanced at his comrade on the other side. They seemed to be cooperating with each other. The other party took out a grenade and threw it in without pulling the safety button. .

The sound of rolling on the floor naturally attracted the attention of the gangster. When he looked over, John McTavish came out and shot decisively!

Bang!

The bullet passed through the opponent's left eye and came out from the back of the head!

The other party's body collapsed on the ground.

"Protect the hostages and leave..." As soon as John McTavish finished speaking, the command's voice suddenly came from the headset, "Be careful! Gangsters will use pregnant women as suicide bombs..."

? ? ? ? !

Before she finished speaking, the pregnant woman heard a ticking sound, and then exploded directly. The huge shock wave cracked the surrounding walls, and the shock wave rushed out of the glass at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Fortunately, the special forces team members outside the door did not rush in, but the shock wave still knocked people out.

This scene made many people watching the live broadcast exclaim.

Even Victor, who was in the National Palace, sat upright with a solemn expression when he saw this scene, "Put the gangs in the slums on the United Nations Anti-Narcotics Agency's terrorism list, distribute them to member states, and ask them to help eradicate them!"

Casare nodded vigorously, "Understood."

When he saw John McTavish getting up, Victor breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and rubbed his swollen temples.

"It grows like an old moss on the land of Mexico. Sometimes I really want to send him a few thermobaric bombs and blow them all up!"

Kasare's eyebrows trembled, and he was frightened when he heard that this was true. Are you kidding? If you continue to explode, you will be against humanity tomorrow.

"Boss, don't rush, we still have more time."

Victor closed his eyes and nodded.

"What was the Red Shoe Club that Guderian was talking about last time? Have you checked it out?"

"Information from Hydra reveals that this is an elite club. Those who join are either rich or noble, and they seek... immortality."

Victor laughed when he heard this, "They want to be thousand-year-old turtles?"

"Maybe. Participants in this club range from the president to Wall Street elites. They will hold so-called parties regularly. They all wear red shoes, and those shoes are made of human leather..."

Victor opened his eyes suddenly.

Casare's face was also ugly, "They infiltrated into Mexico to recruit people to enter, and they were willing to give everyone a pair. Guderian was the first to attack Mexico City, so he was also a target."

"Is there anyone among us joining?"

Casare looked at George Smiley, who was recognized as the "Victor's killer" shook his head and said in a very calm tone, "They didn't dare. Many people even reported it to the Thirteen Taibao. We followed the lead in Tijuana, A human trafficking facility was dismantled in the Hermosillo and Durango areas and 277 children of various nationalities were rescued. "

"Popovich is a member..."

"They also use their influence to provide intelligence and weapons to the central government."

Victor, "This is outrageous!"

But fortunately, the senior officers are all "pulled" out by themselves and are loyal. It is completely impossible for them to betray themselves!

“There are really many cults and illegal organizations in the United States,” Casare lamented.

"So for the sake of domestic security in Mexico, all civil associations must be registered with the government. Otherwise, they will be regarded as cults and the local police will require them to be banned!"

"Also, set up an inspection team to inspect land reform, basic welfare and other work in various states and cities. If anyone violates the rules during this period, he will be arrested on the spot!"

"We must eliminate those who are not determined in the anti-drug team."

"And we need to conduct a thorough investigation into the issue of corruption..."

"We will take advantage of this period of recuperation to get everything done in a big way. We can't let these people hold us back."

Victor is talking about murderous intent. Currently, the attack on the southern drug trafficker government is somewhat insufficient. Although there are about 180,000 regular troops + about 50,000 National Guards, several central states are still under military control. The policy will continue to be implemented. , you have to rely on the military, otherwise, the grassroots will definitely be occupied by drug dealers and criminals again.

Mexico is a land that is too fertile for crime. You cannot relax. Once you relax, someone will take risks.

There are more than 90 million people in central and northern areas!

To manage so many people, the whole of South Korea only has a population of over 50 million, which almost caused "Park Taijun" and "Jeon Jun" to step down. Mexico, which has three times more people than him, has an even more serious problem.

It is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it.

The first priority now is to "carry out a severe crackdown" to improve the credibility of the "Kwaukmot government" and its status in the hearts of the people. Otherwise, it will be precarious.

Victor will resolve the conflict with the United States in the second half of the year...

Mexico…

I really don’t have the capital to keep pushing.

No one has a rich family.

It’s not easy to be the master of your own affairs~!