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Chapter 328 The Mad American
"Crazy, crazy!"

"Rayner's gone mad! That's our safe house! Our people have already identified themselves!!!"

"They actually killed people outright! How dare they!"

"We're ignoring them because we need to protect Ramirez. Those damned guys... they actually attacked one of our other safe houses?!"

"We've already taken such a big step back, and they're still so ungrateful!"

“第一处安全屋的5个高级探员、里面的埋的炸弹又干掉了5个特工和4个GRS，还有5人重伤、路上杀了4个特工和4个GRS、第二处安全屋炸死了6个特工！”

"Even excluding those cannon fodder from GRS, we still lost 20 people, 20 people! What the hell does that mean?"

The previous record was set in 1983 by the Beirut bombing of the U.S. embassy, ​​which killed eight CIA officials—a devastating blow to the CIA’s influence in the region at the time.

The last one was not long ago, the assassination of Milton, which was called the second "Black Hawk Down". That time, 16 people were lost. But since it was a covert operation, after all, there was a lot of pressure and compromises, and finally the number of "combat deaths" was reduced to 8. The other 8 were "missing or dead". At least the shameful record was not broken on the surface.

But now, that number has become 20.

With such alarming numbers, such devastating losses, and such a huge uproar, no matter how much pressure is applied, it's impossible to reduce it below 8.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if a star wall that originally had only a little over 100 stars suddenly had 20 more stars!
For many CIA officials, this would be a devastating blow.

Tomorrow morning, when the top officials in the United States learn of this news, who knows what kind of turmoil it will cause.

Moreover, they have absolutely no right to help the military stage a coup in other countries!
"Damn it, damn it... Reina, how dare you!"

"You are dead!"

The others in the room watched as their boss broke down and started cursing, and they didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

Mick Reynolds, the CIA’s head in Honduras, was one of the highest-ranking officials in northern Central America—but after Guatemala was completely “occupied,” even that title could be dropped!

In all areas north of Panama, Mick is the de facto leader.

He orchestrated numerous successful operations in and around Honduras and El Salvador, reaping immense benefits from the infighting within the Honduran military and civilian government, and consolidating the CIA's and the United States' position in the region.

The current government of El Salvador has become one of the most loyal "allies" of the United States.

Mick has almost never experienced failure, at least not at the strategic level. Even if there are losses in an operation, he always manages to achieve his goals well in the end.

He even publicly mocked and criticized his colleague who slunk back to the United States and was thoroughly humiliated by a congressman.

Back then, Mick never imagined that he would end up like this.

Tonight, almost in an instant, Mick received news of more than 20 deaths. Before he could even react, half of the CIA's years of local operations were destroyed!
boom!
Thinking this, Mick slammed his fist heavily on the table.

"But Reina wouldn't have that kind of guts; he must be in cahoots with Milton!"

"He must die, he absolutely must die!"

"..."

Once their leader had finished venting, one of the SAD agents whispered, "So what do we do next? Continue with the original objective, or try to get revenge on Milton?"

"At least we haven't 'failed' yet."

These two sentences weren't entirely meant to comfort Mick—although the losses were heavy, the mission hadn't failed yet.

If Mick can just grit his teeth and complete the mission objective, even though the losses are significant, he can find an excuse to cover them up.

At this time, although the atmosphere among the CIA personnel was rather somber, they still maintained a "high and mighty" demeanor.

Their expressions were grim, angry, sad, and solemn... all of which were relatively fragmented negative emotions.

Unlike the negative atmosphere of losing family members or the possibility of being hit by a bomb tomorrow, Mick at this moment is more like a "master" who suddenly lost a game in the arcade.

Seemingly comforted by these two sentences, Mick gradually recovered a little from his rage.

"Now, I need a brief report and a plan; I don't want to fail again."

A CIA agent quickly interjected, "We worked with the local police and urgently accessed nearby surveillance cameras. We discovered that the group that attacked us was highly trained... The kind of coordination cannot be achieved through short-term training."

"No... even teams with long-term training, or even teams that have experienced real combat, may not necessarily do better than them."

"In the entire Latin America, I think there is only one country that can field such a force."

"It seems that President Reina has decided to completely break with us. News has come from the capital that Congress has passed a temporary bill authorizing the president to fight the war, and Reina has approved the document 'to defend the country by any means'."

Reina must have known about this operation.

In other words, the moment Reiner signed the document, he essentially declared that he would take responsibility for the consequences of all future related military operations.

He is at least one of the main persons in charge.

Mick snorted: "Not necessarily... Given Milton's style, he certainly won't let such a good opportunity pass by, and he definitely won't mind adding some burden to Reina's shoulders."

"Alright, I know who the enemy is. Tell me the situation on the battlefield and tell me the solution!"

These words caused another moment of silence in the room.

The CIA agent hesitated for a long time before cautiously reminding this "victorious general": "I believe that, in the face of such an enemy and the current situation, any subjective decision that continues to consider casualties will objectively increase casualties and increase the possibility of failure of strategic objectives."

The reason I told Mick so much was because I saw how much he cared about the empty title of "the CIA's most devastating historical loss."

The problem is that the more attention is paid to this so-called empty reputation, the more distorted the plan will become, and in the end, it may reduce the chances of mission success by increasing casualties.

Massive casualties were inevitable; since it was already the "highest in history," there was essentially no difference between 20 deaths and 30 deaths.

Instead, we should think about how to eliminate this small team and how to achieve our strategic goals of bringing the Ramirez military government to power or supporting a new, absolutely pro-American regime.

Unfortunately, sometimes leaders sitting in offices just can't understand the hardships of decision-makers. If you want to think about the big picture, you have to go around them.

Upon hearing this, Mick gave a cold laugh: "Do I look like one of those 'political actors' who rely on lying to win votes, needing no talent but only a flair for performance? Go ahead and say whatever you want—given how things have turned out, you're no longer qualified to take the blame!"

With such a guarantee, the CIA agent stopped wasting time and quickly analyzed:

"Ignore everything else, disregard Milton's second provocation, and even the possible third or fourth provocation. Continue to send all available forces to protect Ramirez."

"It's direct protection. We'll have our military agents provide close protection to Ramirez. This will keep the general from making any rash moves. His chances of survival are infinitely higher than if he panics and loses his composure. Giving up our absolute advantage in numbers and resources and trying to run away would be suicide."

"At the same time, more forces will be transferred from the front lines to the capital—as soon as Reina falls, their legitimate intervention will immediately become an illegal invasion."

"This is the specific operational plan I have formulated... As you can see, I am also included in the plan, and I am willing to take the risks for the plan I have formulated."

Mick frowned as he looked at the battle plan that was handed to him.

To be honest, this is not a very "ingenious" or "outstanding" battle plan... but it is simple enough, making use of most of the resources available at hand, and using an absolute advantage in numbers and resources to fight the enemy at a loss, making it highly feasible.

The "clumsy plan" is actually a good plan.

The only problem is that the casualties will indeed increase further.

For CIASAD, a team known for its high exchange ratios and ability to outperform ten opponents, this plan is a disgrace.

Now, the one who can take on ten enemies looks like the enemy.

But Mick hesitated for only three seconds before signing his name on the document.

Just as the agent said, any plan that considers casualties will objectively increase the number of casualties. "Then it's up to you, Ivo."

"You must protect Ramirez and not let me down. I'm going to call the Guatemalan embassy here."

Ivo saluted: "Yes, sir!"

"..."

Boom boom boom...

After the order was passed to all CIA agents, they indeed stopped dealing with the "terrorists" causing trouble in the city and instead focused all their efforts on supporting Ramirez's estate.

Cars kept leaving the hospital and heading towards Ramirez's estate.

"..."

As the frontline commander of this operation, Ivo led almost the entire team of agents to Ramirez's estate.

In the outermost areas, intense gunfire and occasional explosions could be heard.

And the constantly fleeing combat personnel.

In just a few minutes, the chaos here reached a point that was truly overwhelming.

"The outer perimeter is completely wiped out! We can't hear any response from over there!"

"None of the five sentry posts responded..."

“We need to retreat. The manor is too big, and our defensive forces are too thin. We’ve been outnumbered the whole time.”

"They're about to be wiped out!"

"..."

If things continue like this, there's no way we'll get reinforcements, and the manor is doomed.

call……

Ivo took a deep breath, strode into the villa, and walked toward Ramirez, who was wearing a large bathrobe and hiding in a corner with several women and children.

Upon seeing the CIA approach, Ramirez's face instantly lit up with surprise.

"American!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, kill all those lunatics!"

"You can do it, right?"

"Or, send me away?"

Ivo looked at this good-for-nothing and couldn't help but compare him to Milton, his brow furrowing: "Send him out? Where do you think is safer outside than inside the house right now?"

"Alright, just stay here quietly."

"Get your useless officers out of here. From now on, I will temporarily take command of all units, including yours. Don't be defiant. If your sycophants were to actually take command, I'm afraid you would cause more damage to the CIA than Milton did."

"..."

After saying that, without waiting for Ramirez's agreement, Ivo turned around and left, forcibly driving away the commander who was still giving orders haphazardly and making a mess of the front line, and took over the temporary command room himself.

"I am Ivo, SAD. I am now in command of the battlefield."

"Everyone report their positions and quickly form groups of eight – now we only need to focus on defending key positions and not spread our defenses thin."

"Everyone, report the information you have obtained: the direction of the gunfire, the approximate location of the enemy, and the enemy's route of advance."

"The main entrance of the villa faces east."

"..."

"You've formed a group, very good... No need to strictly adhere to the eight-person group configuration, that's good enough! Forming a group is for forming a combat team, not for you to huddle together. Do you want to be wiped out by one grenade? Now listen to my orders, I'll assign you your respective defense zones."

"very good……"

Ivo organized the defense line in an orderly manner, and after he took command, the disorganized garrison was finally able to be pieced together.

The enemy forces responsible for the breakthrough have noticeably slowed down.

Boom boom boom... bang bang bang... In the distance, explosions and gunshots came from the direction of the city again.

Is the enemy still trying to divert attention by launching attacks everywhere?

Unfortunately, we won't fall for it.

Fry it up as much as you want, I've already given them all away!

Ivo rubbed his temples and said to his adjutant, "Phew... I've barely managed to stay calm. Keep an eye on things for me, I'm going to call Boss Mick."

First, I reported the battle situation to calm him down; second, I asked how the contact with the embassy was going.

However, upon making a call, the receiver immediately displayed the message, "Your call cannot be connected."

I tried several times and it was the same.

It's not that I'm on a call, or that I haven't answered for a long time...

Ivo turned and walked toward the emergency radio, trying again to contact his boss.

Boom boom boom... Boom!

Why aren't you even answering this?!

He could only hear noises from near and far, which made him extremely irritable, and he subconsciously looked towards the city.

Immediately afterwards, Ivo suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait... the direction of the city? Isn't that... the direction of our 'headquarters'?"

Once this extremely terrifying speculation surfaced, it completely filled Ivo's mind.

In that instant, Ivo realized a problem he had overlooked in his plan—they had only made their own plan and hadn't considered the possibility of the enemy's actions!
Their disregard for Milton doesn't mean Milton disregards them.

The deployment of that scale of personnel was enough to expose the location of a well-trained special forces team with an inside agent in the city!
Having stomped too many weaker opponents, Ivo only considered "combat strength" and neglected "information gathering ability"!
Their enemies are not the rookies who could be easily manipulated before.

Ivo was trembling all over.

Something is wrong.

He strode to the command center, roughly shooed away the Hondurans, and growled in a low voice to his other puzzled colleagues:
"Oh no."

"Our radio interception system is there! Damn it, the enemy's communication channels may be completely unblocked!"

"There are several high-ranking CIA officials there!"

"Damn it! Our house has been robbed..."

(End of this chapter)