Chapter 421 You guys just wait to be beaten!
September 14, 1991.
Two days before Mexico's Independence Day, propaganda slogans were hung on the trees and telephone poles on the streets, and of course, there was also a bust of General Victor.
This day was to reflect the people's bravery in resisting colonialism. Similarly, Victor also declared this day as: Anti-Drug Day!
To commemorate and mourn the anti-drug fighters who died in the war.
And in order to show determination, a group of drug dealers on death row in the recovered state capitals had to be pulled out, a total of 44,561 people, and they would be shot at the same time.
This was a plan that was directly announced to the outside world.
The Mexican national anthem was played every day. Similarly, on the main roads, those ugly illegal buildings were demolished, and even the cement roads were paved overnight.
Patrol military vehicles can be seen everywhere, and occasionally they stop to question pedestrians.
In the fourth district, "Pelz City Street", this is a typical middle-class community, and the people living in it have a decent job.
In a row house at No. 211.
The curtains were drawn all around, so the sun couldn't shine in at all, and the dim light seemed a bit depressing.
In the living room on the first floor, two men and one woman were seen assembling guns and organizing simple explosive devices.
"Boss, the bodies inside are smelly. How about chopping them up and flushing them down?" A white man who came down from upstairs asked with a cigarette in his mouth and frowned.
"No, the sound of water release is too loud, which may cause problems. Wrap them in two more layers." The woman spoke, her voice was rough and unpleasant.
The white man muttered a few words, but still responded.
"Now all we have to do is wait, and avoid any possible accidents. Michael, did you get the tickets for the parade?" The woman raised her head and asked a fat man opposite. The other party looked ordinary and even had baby fat.
"Of course." The fat man smiled and waved his hand, "Still in the middle of the parade, when the celebration is the most lively, boom."
Michael made a fireworks explosion gesture with his right hand, "Everyone sees God!"
As he spoke, he laughed morbidly, and the saliva he didn't swallow was choked in his chest, and he coughed violently and retched.
This group of people looks harmless, but these four people are all affiliated with the Sri Lankan Tigers!
The resistance organization founded by Velupillai Prabhakaran, but later gradually evolved into a terrorist organization, and it also has a great influence in the world.
Especially in May 1991, they blew up the former Indian speaker Rajiv Gandhi, using a woman who presented flowers to carry out the explosion. Many people may not be familiar with this person. His mother is Indira Gandhi who was also assassinated, and his grandfather is Nehru.
Such people were killed, and the Tigers shocked the world for a while.
When Velupillai Prabhakaran received the money from the Southern Drug Carriers Alliance, he sent a group of people to Mexico, all with fake identities. Some of them even flew to Hong Kong and then went to Malaysia to pretend to be tourists to enter Mexico.
Their goal was to kill several high-ranking government officials even if they couldn't kill Victor.
For fame.
Velupillai Prabhakaran's ambition was distorted.
Since the world looks down on me, let the world listen to my voice.
The woman nodded with satisfaction and gave two instructions. Suddenly, she heard an alarm at the door.
Everyone tensed up instantly and looked at the door in unison. They put a small device in the yard. When someone came in, the alarm would be triggered.
Bang!
The next second, a gunshot was heard, and a hole was shot out of the door by a shotgun at close range.
"Don't move! Police!!" A scolding sounded from outside.
The terrorists picked up the guns on the table and fought back. Fatty Michael picked up a Molotov cocktail, lit it, growled, ran four or five steps towards the door and threw it.
Boom~
A circle at the door burst into flames instantly.
Two policemen rushed out screaming with flames all over their bodies, rolling on the ground, and some took off their clothes and slapped them hard, but the fire seemed to stick...
"Fuck! The dog police are here, hurry up, retreat according to the plan, if it doesn't work, hijack the kindergarten a hundred meters away." After the woman gave the order, she led the people to evacuate decisively.
Experienced bandits like them had already thought about what to do if they were discovered?
Then maximize the benefits and chaos!
Generally, they would place their footholds next to schools, hospitals and government departments, and hold them hostage if there was a problem.
I just can't understand why they were targeted by the police?
In order to avoid unexpected changes, they directly killed the owner of the house. After all, it was abrupt to change the owner suddenly. They relied on the food in the villa to survive and had no contact with the outside world.
Hearing the order, the others fought and retreated.
Outside, a Weasel 1 airborne armored vehicle with the word "Police" painted on it smashed the wooden guardrail, and the machine gun was pointed at the window. The fireman in the cockpit controlled the firing!
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
Crack...
The table and the wall were all full of holes. Michael, the slowest fat man, was shot through the back of the neck, and his head was directly shot off.
The sudden increase in firepower was too strong. The suppressed terrorist organization members could not raise their heads and could only shrink back like turtles. Taking advantage of this gap, the police outside rushed in.
It seemed that they could not escape.
The woman held the bomb to her chest in despair, "Long live the jihad!!"
It exploded directly, and the force blew off the roof. The broken chimney smashed into the neighboring building, almost sending the family watching the excitement inside to the sky.
The police chief who led the team twitched.
"Chief, there is still one person alive."
His eyes lit up, "Quick, send him to the hospital and apply for medical intervention. Damn, he wants to die, I'll make him live a life worse than death!"
National Palace.
Top floor.
Victor stood by the French window, holding a cigarette, looking at the raging smoke rising in the distance, expressionless, but people who knew him could see from his eyes that he was very angry!
"Really like a shit stirrer."
Victor murmured, paused and said, "As disgusting as a drug dealer."
This kind of terrorist attack has a great influence.
He seemed to have seen many foreign media celebrating, linking this kind of thing with "resistance to tyranny".
As long as Victor can get unlucky, those SBs can climax.
Boom boom boom!
"Come in."
Casare and George Smiley walked in side by side. When they saw the boss standing by the window, they looked at each other, all with worried faces.
"General, law enforcement agencies raided 32 intelligence bases, killed 77 people, captured 3 alive, and there were explosions at 7 points, causing about 100 casualties..."
"How many deaths? Don't talk about casualties!" Victor said dissatisfiedly, "Who told you to write the intelligence so vaguely?"
George Smiley lowered his head, somewhat helpless. He scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "More than 30 people died in total."
Bang!
Victor kicked the table with a loud noise. Casare and George Smiley were both startled. Looking at the gloomy boss, they didn't dare to speak loudly.
"Sri Lanka is simply a waste, and even terrorist organizations can't be dealt with!"
"Contact their ambassador, we are going to help them deal with this organization."
George Smiley looked at Casare in embarrassment, and the latter stood up, "Boss, Sri Lanka has no diplomatic relations with us."
"This is not what I want to hear!"
Victor waved his hand, "Just tell them, either they solve it, or I help them solve it, otherwise, any interests of Sri Lanka in Mexico will be threatened, and we cannot guarantee the safety of their people with us."
"We will send troops to wipe out the LTTE ourselves, what else can't we agree to? If he feels embarrassed, then he can go through the channel of the Drug Enforcement Administration and ask us for help."
Victor planned to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, so he would kill the LTTE first.
Otherwise, they dared to provoke him.
These terrorist organization members are really covered with shit on their butts, and they fly around without wearing pants.
Seeing that the boss said so, Casare had to nod his head. He was already thinking about how to intimidate Sri Lanka in his mind.
Victor threw the cigarette into the ashtray, "Continue to strengthen the review of the celebration team. I have only one request, absolutely no accidents."
"Yes!"
George Smiley stood up and responded loudly.
"You go out first, Casare stays." Victor said to the Thirteen Taibao leader.
George Smiley saluted and left. When he walked out of the office, he was sweating all over, and a little wet. George, who returned to the office after unbuttoning his discipline button and cursing, called all his men over.
"I made a promise in front of the general to ensure the progress of Independence Day. Cheer up. Whoever embarrasses me, I will make him lose his official hat."
And in the office.
Victor finally said in a tired tone, "Mexico is becoming a paradise for criminals to try their courage and improve their reputation."
Casare did not comment.
"We need to strengthen our intelligence work, mobilize the power of the people, promulgate the latest version of the "Espionage Rewards Act", let everyone participate, and from today on, no one is allowed to carry controlled knives on the street."
"What is a controlled knife?"
"A knife that is ten centimeters long."
This plan is simply torture in the Western world like Mexico.
But if you don't obey, then let you try the power of the "purple egg".
Freedom and control are not contradictory in themselves.
A Mexico with a population of 130 million...
That means there are 130 million potential criminals!
Control him and monitor him!