Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 467: False Consolation VS Bazooka Consolation!
"Squeak~"

On a mountain road in New Mexico, USA, unknown birds chirped.

A squirrel was squatting on the ground, but suddenly it raised its head, its little eyes full of alertness. Listening to the sound getting closer, it lifted its tail and climbed up the tree nimbly.

Squatting in the tree branches, looking at the shadowy figure curiously.

"Stop!"

An officer walking in front shouted softly, and everyone squatted on the spot, looking around vigilantly.

You can tell he's a veteran at first glance.

These guys were armed with M16s, wearing jungle uniforms, Pasgt helmets and windproof glasses. Several officers had "L-shaped flashlights" hanging on their chests. However, unlike the U.S. military, their armbands read: "Cuban Expeditionary Force."

You'll understand it at a glance.

It turns out to be Lao Ka’s man!

After Cuba promised Victor that it would send troops to support him, he immediately took action and sent hundreds of people every day according to the model during the Angolan Civil War.

After all, without such transportation conditions, if there are too many people, they will be cut off by US warships or planes. That would be a disaster...

Everyone became a target.

This vanguard unit, which belongs to the Cuban special forces, performed particularly well in the Angolan Civil War...

After arriving in Mexico, all members of Rommel's 4th Army changed their equipment. They used to use the SKM series, how old are they?

After changing his uniform, he was sent to the border of Chihuahua State by the military, where he mainly implemented guerrilla tactics.

The order received by this Cuban special forces unit of more than 70 people at this time was to blow up a "US military outpost and supply station" on the border.

"map."

The adjutant next to him hurriedly took out a long tube from behind and took out the map inside.

Commander Lieutenant Colonel Dias Camara looked carefully from above, "It is still about 7 kilometers to the destination."

"It's 5:45 pm now. There's plenty of time. Let's replenish our energy first and rest here for fifteen minutes."

The adjutant responded, crouching and running from the beginning to the end, "Everyone, rest where you are for fifteen minutes."

Lieutenant Colonel Diaz Camara took out a soft tube capsule from his pocket, tore it open, and squeezed it into his mouth.

A sour taste.

This thing…

The Mexican army is equipped with rapid replenishment capsules, which are said to contain oligopeptides, oligosaccharides, minerals, etc., which can ensure that the soldiers keep up with their nutrition.

He swore...

I have never seen Diaz Camara.

I thought there were some drug ingredients in it. Germany, Britain, France and Japan all liked to do this during World War II.

These are included in the famous "Marching Pills".

Victor knew very well that in low-intensity special operations, replenishing physical energy was very important for soldiers. He spent nearly 3000 million points from his golden finger to redeem this hose capsule.

When fighting a war, what we fight for is logistics and support!

Fifteen minutes passed in a flash, and at Diaz Cámara's call, more than 70 people headed towards their destination.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, we arrived at a remote mountain where the US military supply station was located.

"Captain, there are so many cars below." The adjutant half-crouched with a telescope in his hand and shouted to Diaz Camara.

He was startled, bent over and ran over to take the equipment from the other person.

I saw that in the supply station below, there were no less than 30 trucks, large and small, brightly lit, and very lively. There was also a big stage in the middle?

And there were many soldiers sitting below, whispering to each other, with excitement in their eyes and tone.

“And Asians?”

“Why are all the faces Asian?”

Dias frowned and turned to look at his adjutant, "Does the United States have a special Asian force?"

You can find black people on banana plantations, but you rarely see photos of people of color.

The adjutant shook his head in confusion.

"That looks like a stage? Someone's here to show their support?"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a pop and fireworks started to be set off in the supply station, which scared the Cuban special forces.

Immediately afterwards, a huge cheer was heard!

A burst of passionate music suddenly sounded, and Dias and others picked up their binoculars to look over...

The scene before them made them a little confused.

A dozen scantily clad women were dancing on the stage to the music.

Diaz: !!!

His and his adjutant's CPUs were burned out.

This……

The straight-line distance from here to the border is less than 70 kilometers, right?
Although the distance is already quite far, it is still on the front line of the battle. Why are you doing this so openly?

At this time, I would like to describe it in one word...

When Asiba meets Asan—you’re screwed.

The soldiers in the Cuban special forces are all young people, and they are a little...at a loss when they hear this dynamic music.

But then, he would sneak up on me in the bushes and stare.

"Captain, this..." The adjutant hesitated, "I think we can tell who it is by looking at their appearance."

“Koreans!”

"It is said that a South Korean special forces unit of 600 people is training at the US military base. The ones here must be part of them, about 200 people, and some are white and black."

"Do you want to eat them?"

"Are they special forces?"

Diaz said in amazement.

"I don't know their combat effectiveness, but when I was studying in the military academy, I heard our teacher say that if it weren't for the Americans, South Korea might now believe in GCism. The fact that they can bring the consolation performance to the battlefield shows that they are not to be feared!"

Diaz listened to the other party's analysis and nodded slowly.

"beat!"

"How many bazookas did we bring?"

“27!”

"Pull them all up here and fire at the stage."

"Then...where is the woman performing up there?" the adjutant asked in surprise.

"Blast to the sky together."

Diaz’s remarks were too dangerous. If this had happened after the millennium, he would have been beaten to death.

But this is a battlefield, and regardless of gender, his mission is to destroy the US military's supply station here.

Then complete the task.

"Yes!"

Why did the adjutant sound so excited?
really…

After being in the army for a long time, I have become a little abnormal.

At this time, the performance below is getting more and more out of line...

This doesn't look like a serious girl group.

Maybe it's my mom's friend.

Anyway, at the end, a black American soldier rushed onto the stage and started dancing...shakily as if he was in heat.

But it's nasty...

He even hugged the girls and touched them all over, making them scream. But the more he did this, the more excited the black man and the American soldiers below became.

And those Korean men...

Seeing this increasingly excessive scene, some people felt something was wrong and wanted to step forward to stop it, but were held back by the team leader.

What a joke.

Didn’t you see the dads were having fun?

South Korea…

Have you ever been truly independent?
The black man on the stage carried the girl group and took off his clothes to show his muscles.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of heather, the smell of wild dogs in heat.

Diaz saw the whole scene clearly. He turned around and saw that his adjutant had returned with a look of astonishment on his face.

Apparently…

I was also frightened by these scenes.

He patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Don't look at me anymore. Get ready to fight. We are fighting hard here just to prevent our children and wives from being insulted like this. That's all!"

"Freedom and democracy will eventually liberate America!"

Diaz waved his hand, and more than 20 rocket launchers behind him ran over in unison and half-crouched on the edge.

"Load, prepare, aim!"

Each of them is equipped with an M136 AT4, which is a powerful weapon and is specifically used to attack armored vehicles and tanks during ambushes.

This thing…

Eat a lot and be full!

"Fire!" Lieutenant Colonel Diarra chopped downward with his right hand.

27 rocket launchers were aimed at the stage below and the triggers were pulled!
huh~
咻咻 咻 ~
The tail wing cut through the darkness and rushed downwards!
The black officer on the stage was already getting carried away, and was planning to run to the back carrying the woman he liked.

This leg just stepped down the stairs...

A rocket hit them right in front of their feet. The huge heat, accompanied by the shock wave and mixed with fragments, instantly blew the two people into a bloody mist.

I don't know where the broken limbs and arms flew to...

Everyone was looking at this scene in horror, and a Korean soldier wearing glasses suddenly raised his head as if he sensed something.

Then you see densely packed rockets swooping down from the sky with "angry sounds".

He was so frightened that his face turned paler than his buttocks, and he screamed in panic...

But of course it was too late now.

They ran away screaming...

Boom boom boom! !

The rockets completely covered the area around the stage in an instant.

One bullet hit a car, as if it had hit its fuel tank. The huge explosion blew the several-ton car into pieces. The car door slammed open with a whoosh, cutting off the head of an unlucky Korean soldier...

"Action! Action!"

Diyala led his men down the mountain and shot at the soldiers who were running out.

The machine gun fired a burst of bullets, killing four or five people, and beating them into a bloody mess. The sudden attack made it impossible for the South Korean special forces and the US military to react in time. Did anyone run back to the dormitory to get a gun?
They were all beaten to death on the road.

The battle ended very quickly, in just half an hour...

The main forces were all watching the consolation performance, and they were stunned by the first round...

"Help... help..."

A bloody hand was pressing on Diarra's shoe. He lowered his head and saw that it was a female band member whose leg was blown off.

The other person's clothes were blown off, but also... his hair was gone, and his entire face was pitch black.

You can't compare her with the person who was dancing passionately just now.

What keeps her alive...

Maybe it's belief and unwillingness.

"Feel sorry."

Diarra was silent for a moment, then he took out his pistol and emptied the magazine at the opponent until it was empty.

"You dance so sexy."

???

"Retreat, retreat!" He looked at his watch and shouted.

The essence of guerrilla warfare is to fight and then run.

A group of well-trained people ran towards the mountain road and blew up all the cars as they left.

The nearest military outpost to this supply point was 60 kilometers away, and they didn't even hear the sound of fighting.

Until the next day, when a convoy carrying a group of Korean reporters and American soldiers arrived.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground and the smell of gunpowder that had not yet dissipated in the air, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Ah...Ahsi!"

The South Korean reporters were stunned. They came here to write an article about the performance of the South Korean army in the Mexican-American War.

Can…

I haven't even started writing yet and you're already letting it down?

"How do you write a news report?"

Suddenly, a young reporter said something out of the blue.

Everyone's eyes turned to him instantly, and he turned pale with fright.

"Report to the headquarters, an elite Mexican team has infiltrated with heavy weapons, requesting tactical support from the special forces!"

……

Washington. National Mall.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a mustache was feeding pigeons with corn.

With...a smile on his face.

People who don’t know him would think he is a saint.

In fact, he is the leader of Hydra, the most brutal organization in the world - Heinrich Luitpold!
Called by the United States: "The most mysterious criminal madman!"

"You have a certain elegance and leisure, Heinrich."

A rough voice sounded from behind, and then CIA Director Stanfield Turner walked over with a gloomy face and his hands in his pockets.

He has a mask on his face...

"You chose to meet here, are you crazy? How many times have I told you not to contact me now!"

Heinrich listened to the other party's dissatisfaction and smiled, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Turner. The world is busy and not many people care about you."

"Fake!"

"The situation is tense internally right now, and reducing contact is better than anyone else."

Bush and others were shot, Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney was killed in a bombing, the director of Mossad was beheaded, etc.

There are spies inside the United States!
Clinton "secretly" ordered the CIA to investigate the traitor.

Well…Stanfield Turner answered the phone.

But he is also panicking now.

Hydra...

Either don’t take action, or do something big when you do.

He now regretted why he got into these two thieves' cars!

Heinrich continued to tease the pigeon. "There is a broken basketball in the trash can three meters away from your door. Inside it is the right to use a small island in the Pacific Ocean. I give it to you."

When the other party heard this, his eyebrows twitched like NM's tap martial arts.

He was surprised by the other party's generosity, but at the same time, he understood that a difficult task was coming.

He really wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt... unable to open his mouth.

How can a corrupt person stop?
As you know, civil servants' salaries are not high. Even though a CIA director like him has great power, he still cannot afford a luxury car or a luxury house if he does not engage in corruption.

"What do you want to do...?"

Hearing this, Heinrich turned around and looked at the other person, sizing him up and down, which made the CIA leader very nervous.

"I want to know the deployment map for Reagan's memorial service."

"What!!"

Stanfield Turner's eyes widened, and the noise was so loud that the pigeons frightened away, flapping their wings.

The tourists not far away looked at him with great dissatisfaction.

"What are you going to do? No, no, no, no, no accidents can't happen here, otherwise, I will have no choice but to resign!"

Stanfield Turner didn't seem confused either, he refused cleanly.

Are you kidding me?
If Hydra targets you, what good can come of it?

America will be in complete chaos!
Heinrich was not annoyed, and he kept calling out to the pigeons.

"You should also know, Stanfield, that we, Hydra, have great power in the United States. If you don't cooperate, there are plenty of people who will. The reason I came to you is not because you are so important to us right now, but because I have a good personal relationship with you and I don't want you to get hurt in the next operation."

The other party felt the pressure coming towards him.

He looked at the thin man opposite him, whom he could knock down with one punch, and felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"I just want a defense map."

A memorial service of this level is definitely handled by the Secret Service, but the CIA plays a connecting role.

They know things that you, the President of the United States, don't know.

"You thought about it for ten seconds this time. You're a little uncooperative."

"Don't push me! Heinrich! You know I can't betray my country..."

Stanfield Turner lowered his voice, his tone trembling.

This almost made the other person laugh out loud.

You've betrayed so much, and you say you want to be a good person now.

Heinrich put all the corn in his hand on the ground and said, "Don't worry, you can think about it again. See you next time. I hope you won't reject me."

He smiled politely at Turner after he finished speaking...

Leave a shadow behind.

Watching him leave, Turner always felt a little uneasy. He didn't know why, but he always felt that something was going to happen.

He hurriedly trotted across the road, and his E34 BMW M5 was parked on the opposite side.

He took the phone from his pocket and called his wife.

"Hey, Anna, what are you doing?"

"I'm having a prenatal check-up. Hahaha, listen, the baby is kicking me." The wife said happily.

This is their second child.

Stanfield Turner breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door, got in, and inserted the key into the hole.

"Then wait for me, we'll have dinner together tonight."

He turned the key...

pat~
There was a beating sound, and he was startled...

boom! ! !
The E34 BMW M5 exploded into pieces in an instant.

The roof of the car flew far away. The huge explosion scared the people around and made them scream. They looked over here in horror and saw flames engulfing the vehicle.

"OMG!"

"Quick! Save them..."

"Hurry up and call the police, this is a bomb."

The crowd was in a panic and didn't know what to do. This is a national park and there were police nearby. They arrived quickly and evacuated the crowd.

And not far away…

Heinrich wore sunglasses and watched the scene quietly.

Holding the phone in hand, talking on the phone...

"Replace the deputy director of the CIA and have someone take care of Stanfield Turner's wife. Also, do you think $1000 million is enough to bribe the director of the Secret Service?"

Hydra...

The US dollar leads the way.

As long as you are human, you have weaknesses.

Some people may say that I am loyal...

But if you like women, what would you think when you find out that the goddess you can only flirt with on TV calls you master offline?
If you like money...

What would you think if the bank vault was opened and you were forced to sleep inside?
Why is a fighter like Che Guevara great?

Because they are truly selfless...

Faith triumphs over humanity.

But this stuff is rare in the United States...

At least those who can be officials here, Heinrich doesn't think they have any bottom line.

It is said that the butt of the Statue of Victory is also black.

Of course, this is said.

After hanging up the phone.

Looking at the burning car.

He clasped his hands together and began to pray for him.

"Fuck you, Turner, sleep well, Amen."

……

(End of this chapter)