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Chapter 553 Haiti, your savior is here!
Haiti!

That's a pile of poop!
It is the first independent black country in the world. Well... that's all its glorious history. It has seven or eight presidents in ten years, and its capital, Port-au-Prince, has hundreds of thousands or even millions of gang members.

People can only eat dirt...

It's really like eating dirt!
The international community gave this country a lot of money, and then...

Duvalier, that son of a bitch, you fucking bastard, I fuck your grandma's legs, at least 99% of it was embezzled.

The corruption of the bureaucracy, the wailing of the lower classes, and the revelry of the gangs create a unique scene in Haiti.

If you have a ladder, go outside and take a look. In the beheading videos, three are from Mexico, two are from Latin America, one is from Asia, and the rest are almost all from Haiti.

It's just horrible!

The violence has displaced 36 people, left 540 million facing famine, and caused the health system to collapse.

A capital city doesn't even have a complete house...

As for wanting to use the world's armed forces to suppress the local area?

Hehehe...

What's here?
If you have oil, you can attract the US military. Peru at least has guano. What do you have here?
The effort and income are not proportional, and they are not all idiots.

Even the rabbits that came later thought he was beyond saving.

but…

The Haitian people have finally attracted the attention of Victor, the savior of Latin America, the opponent of hegemony, and the Mexican leader!

The drug dealers and criminals above are all "tonics".

1993年2月16日凌晨3时21分许！

Two Whidbey Island-class landing ships belonging to the 1st Division of the Mexican Marine Cavalry Division set out from the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba to Haiti under the cover of night.

搭乘着650名全副武装的海军陆战队员，搭配有12艘LCM6机械化登陆艇以及13辆AAVP-7A1两栖装甲车。

As the vanguard, they quickly occupied the deep-sea port of Port-au-Prince, providing an opportunity for subsequent troops to enter Haiti.

The commander of the direct battalion was Major Fritz Klingenberg, the hero who infiltrated Merida with 11 men and occupied the town hall (Chapter 495).

After the war, he was awarded the title of Special Combat Hero, and he was the first soldier to be awarded this title.

Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamonds, Swords and Silver Oak Leaves!

Victor, Casare and others also received him personally.

Lecture sessions were held in more than 20 universities, inspiring many highly educated talents to join the military.

The military originally intended for him to serve as a propaganda ambassador.

After all, it seemed that the role in the rear was greater than that in the front line, but Fritz Klingenberg didn't want to, and wrote seven consecutive letters requesting to fight.

Finally, it was at Victor's request that he went to the front line.

After the expansion of the Mexican Marine Corps, he was quickly promoted to the battalion commander of the 1st Marine Cavalry Division with the rank of major.

Ding dong—

A voice rang out from the Whidbey Island-class landing ship. It was the Marine Corps' slogan:
“From Sea to Ashore, We Claim the Unforgiving.”——(From the raging sea to the scorched earth, conquer all unyielding places!)

"Victor bless you!"

500 soldiers boarded LCM6 mechanized landing craft and landed in Port-au-Prince under the cover of night, while 10 AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles crossed the sea behind them to provide fire support.

This point...

Who doesn't sleep?

There are really people who don’t sleep!
For example...smuggling ships.

The 400 Mawozo are located in the eastern part of Port-au-Prince on the western coast of Haiti. They mainly smuggle blood and human organs to the United States, kidnap missionaries and foreign tourists for money.

Those who say in the short video that Haitians don't kidnap foreign tourists are all fucking idiots.

Foreign tourists are the bulk of the population.

The women were even sold to American brothels!

At this time, a fishing boat was docked. There were more than 20 gang members transporting blood to the boat. There were also several large boxes, and someone could be heard whimpering inside.

Standing on the dock, a black man with potato-like front teeth was smoking a cigarette and chattering, urging everyone to speed up.

"Um?-"

Suddenly, he felt some movement from the dark sea surface.

Confusedly, he picked up the flashlight, turned it to maximum, and scanned the distance.

His eyes suddenly widened!

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground and he was so frightened that his scalp went numb.

"Enemy! Enemy!!! There are enemies at sea!!!"

He shouted sharply, and the gangster who was moving the cargo on the cargo ship was startled. After he came to his senses, he panicked and hurriedly picked up his rifle...

"Open fire!!"

The M6 heavy machine gun on the LCM2 mechanized landing craft began to roar.

This stuff lasts forever!
Tut-tut-tu-tu-

Compare firepower?
You are a gangster, I am the regular army.

The cargo ship was hit by bullets...

Tsk tsk tsk…

It's like a man's underwear that he hasn't changed for a long time - full of holes.

More than a dozen gangsters on the cargo ship were killed in an instant and plunged into the sea. The lucky ones were those who were on the dock and ran away when they saw that the situation was not right.

Friendship?

When you die, there is nothing!
The LCM6 mechanized landing craft quickly docked and the Marines occupied the pier.

"One squad will search the cargo ship, and the rest of you will go 500 meters forward to build a defense line."

Battalion commander Major Fritz Klingenberg gave orders using a personal PRC-148 radio.

The military has invested heavily in the Marine Corps. Except for a few airborne troops, all of the nearly 2 marine cavalry troops are equipped with individual area networks.

The battalion commanders and company commanders form the regional network, and orders are passed down to their respective soldiers through them.

It's like a large, orderly local area network.

Other troops...

Your squad leader is considered an elite member of your unit as he has communication equipment.

Most of them are still at the stage where they basically rely on shouting to output.

In addition to personal communication technology, there are also thermal imaging technology, M16 weapons, ammunition, bulletproof vests, and satellite positioning system GPS. The Mexican military named it: "Valkyrie Combat Overlay".

Of course, this is the first version. The Mexican Strategic Institute plans to provide them with individual tablets and data-enabled glasses, which would ideally be able to detect the enemy's specific location.

However, all this is still far away and the price is unbearable.

Although this looks very simple at the moment.

But a set is also between US$1200 and US$2200.

Rabbit: Hey, hey, hey, isn't it enough to just give me a gun? The armed police just give me a stick.

The soldiers of the direct battalion quickly occupied the commanding heights...

In a tin house on the east bank of the Xiao River in Port-au-Prince, a machine gun is placed on the top.

The AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle behind had just landed from one side.

The boss of 400Mawozo, nicknamed "Mouse" Gregory Stephens, rushed over with his men in a menacing manner.

Listen to the name of this gang, it translates to "Four Hundred Idiots".

Smuggling is the gang's most important source of income, so of course we have to fight back.

"Brothers, kill those Frenchmen—"

Gregory "Rat" Stephens shouted, holding his weapon high.

We don't even know who the enemy is.

The younger brother behind him was shouting loudly, looking like... a mob.

Just near the East Coast Pier.

The M7 1mm machine gun on the AAVP-85A12.7 amphibious armored vehicle opened fire.

Good guy…

When have you ever experienced such firepower?

Even if there is a gang fight, they just shoot at each other, with their marksmanship being what they want, and then they go home after the fight.

Black people...

It's good to be able to shoot.

In the first wave of shooting, dozens of gangsters including Gregory Stephens were immediately swept in.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!!"

Gregory Stephens fell in a pool of blood, gasping for breath as he looked at his lost arm, his eyes widened in fear, and screaming at the top of his voice, but the next second, he was killed by a stray bullet that came from nowhere.

The "400 idiots" fled in panic, some of them hid behind containers, but they were so fragile that they could not withstand any bullets.

The M85 12.7mm machine gun tore the containers apart, and a dozen drug dealers hiding behind them fell to the ground and died.

Hundreds of people came rushing in, but in the end only dozens of people were left running back in fear.

How long did you hold it? A minute?

Major Fritz Klingenberg said to his adjutant, "They are the ones who beat the French till they peed themselves?"

The adjutant opened his mouth, wanting to explain for the French, but he couldn't find a way out, so he could only say, "Maybe the French don't like victory."

It is unheard of that an army could be captured by gangsters.

Hahahaha, it would be better to say that the US aircraft carrier will be retired by Yemeni pirates in the future.

So funny.

Major Fritz Klingenberg also became bolder, "When will the follow-up troops arrive?"

"Around 9 o'clock."

"That means there are still five hours left." He looked at his watch, "Extend the strategic defense line and occupy the entire Prince Port."

"The company is the unit, and each controls a jurisdiction."

"Requesting artillery support from the Whidbey Island-class landing ship."

"Target-"

Major Fritz Klingenberg raised his thumb and closed his eyes, "The dock will be moved 1 kilometer away."

"Yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the 11-round cellular missile launcher on the Whidbey Island-class landing ship began to rotate.

This is a modified version.

The original Whidbey Island-class landing ship did not have this weapon.

The 11-cell cellular missile launcher mainly launches AGM-114 missiles.

Following the captain's order.

Dozens of missiles whizzed by—

Breaking the sky—

Flying towards the belly of Port-au-Prince.

It's sad to say that a country's capital has fallen to such a state. It's like a prostitute, who can come in without even saying hello.

Oh, and prostitutes give money.

The missiles’ irregular coverage instantly blew up the San Pedro Sula area in Port-au-Prince, where the most gangsters were concentrated! ! !
At the Haitian Presidential Palace.

Acting President Marc-Louis Bazin was so startled by the explosion that he jumped out of bed.

His wife held him tightly.

The gangsters broke in!? !

"Don't worry, don't worry." He patted his wife's hand, picked up his glasses from the bedside table and put them on, walked to the window and looked into the distance.

The San Pedro Sula area was ablaze...

The sky is very bright.

You can hear the screams from inside.

Just when he was a little confused, the bedroom door was slammed open. Marc-Louis Bazin was so scared that he grabbed the pistol under the pillow, his expression twitching with nervousness.

The boss of Haiti's largest gang, the G9 gang alliance, Jimmy Cherizier, nicknamed "BBQ", has called on him to step down more than once on TV.

And said he and his cabinet members would be beaten to death.

It's really sad that the president of a country can be intimidated like this.

"Sir, it's me."

The person who came in was an officer in military uniform. He was startled when he saw the gun and quickly raised his hand and said.

"Ducaure, what's going on?"

Marc-Louis Bazin was relieved to see the person coming. He was an officer from the official residence. He couldn't be said to be loyal, but he wouldn't harm him.

"A troop came from the east coast of Port-au-Prince and swept up the 400 Mawozo gang active there. The enemy had strong firepower."

The officer paused and emphasized, "Very strong!"

"French?"

"I don't know." The other person shook his head.

"Sir, do you want to hide for a while?"

"Where to hide?"

Marc-Louis Bazin asked back, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "There is no safest place in Haiti. You ask the soldiers to guard the gate. When the sun rises, we will know who is coming."

The officer pulled his lips and finally could only salute helplessly.

There was constant gunfire throughout the night.

People huddled in their houses and shivered.

The angry roars of the gangsters, accompanied by screams, rang out near Prince Port.

God?

It's no use calling anyone at this time.

The fear brought about by the loss of control of public security is incomprehensible.

When guns and ammunition become something that can be obtained everywhere, what about public security?

It would have collapsed a long time ago.

So there have been people saying at the University of Tokyo that gun ownership should be allowed...

Then the population will be half as small the next day.

Don't assume that everyone is a pacifist.

With a sharp blade in hand, murderous intent is everywhere!
Marc-Louis Bazin lay in bed, troubled.

哎—

I'm too tired, I might as well quit my job.

When the sun rises again, the sunlight shines on Haiti.

The people hiding in the houses heard the gunshots gradually subsiding and began to look out.

Buzz buzz—

There was a harsh sound of propellers in the sky. When I looked up, I saw a helicopter flying overhead.

Four or five sorties.

Only they don't understand. If you are a military fan, you can tell at a glance that it is an H-53E transport helicopter, nicknamed "Super Stallion", which is mainly used for low-altitude rescue and clearing low-altitude flight routes.

There were gangsters standing on the ground, firing at the sky. They didn't have any rocket launchers, so it was cool to have guns in this place.

"Fuck you!!!"

The gangsters yelled, as if venting their dissatisfaction.

The H-53E transport helicopter in the sky seemed to have heard his "prayer" and turned its nose around.

12.7mm machine gun shoots at drug dealers!
Damn it, whoever hides is a puppy.

It turns out…

Humans were still no match for the machines, and within seconds, the gangster was beaten into pieces.

Jimmy Sherizzle, who was hiding in a house, looked very unhappy.

He is the boss of the G9 gang alliance!

He is also the largest gangster in Port-au-Prince and has a "prominent status". No one dares to mess with him in Haiti, and even the president can be threatened.

But I don’t know where these bastards came from. They didn’t follow any local rules and just started to attack us right away.

He is now in a very depressed state.

"Kill them sooner or later!"

Now he could only hide in the house and rage helplessly.

"Contact me an American arms dealer. I want bigger, thicker, more violent weapons!"

...

Port-au-Prince pier.

The direct battalion rested on the spot.

The military doctor quickly checked the condition of the wounded and sent those who seemed unwell to the transport ship.

"Battalion Commander, we suffered 16 casualties yesterday and killed more than 500 enemies, not including the number of people who were attacked by missiles on the transport vehicles." The deputy battalion commander trotted over and said.

Major Fritz Klingenberg grinned with satisfaction. "A mob is just a mob. They have no faith, no support from the people, and insufficient firepower. Once the follow-up troops arrive and start humanitarian relief, Haiti will be able to stand firm with the support of the people!"

"This is too easy." The deputy battalion commander couldn't help but laugh.

Major Fritz Klingenberg's eyelids twitched.

Woo woo woo-
Just then, a voice sounded above my head. I raised my head and squinted my eyes to block the sun.

"F-15, American?!"

"An old rival is here."

...

(End of this chapter)