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Chapter 330 The Little Flying Stick is Here!

In the suburban villa of Ramirez, the atmosphere in the command room was extremely tense. The oppressive atmosphere made these CIA agents, who were used to walking sideways, not dare to breathe even a little.

All signs point to a disastrous fact: their headquarters location has been pinpointed due to the massive mobilization of forces.

The enemy, based on the deployment situation, directly destroyed the headquarters!

This is a team that dares to attack SAD... while the CIA, which has been invincible for too long since the collapse of the Soviet Union and has always been backward compatible, is completely unable to withstand the challenges from its peers.

The morale of the CIA agents gathered at the Ramirez villa is now wavering!
"A rival of the same level..." Ivo stared at the radio station, which would probably never hear a reply again, and was startled by his own thought. "So, we're already rivals of the same level?"

A little over a year ago, Guatemala was a garbage country, mired in civil war, second only to Haiti in its deplorable state.

When the CIA agents eat, they sometimes make a few jokes and mock the local people.

They could even commit crimes and bully local residents if they wanted to. Ivo himself once raped and murdered a local woman while drunk with several people from a military base, and in the end, nothing happened to them; they just paid a small sum of money and that was it.
But who could have imagined that today, they would become lambs to the slaughter, trapped in their small estate, struggling desperately...

Their leader had already died at the hands of these people.

If it were before, Ivo would have appeared sad on the surface but secretly rejoiced when he saw his boss in such a bad situation—good thing he failed, he should quickly step down from that position and let him have it.

But given the current situation...

"Boss, what do we do?" a CIA agent asked, unable to contain himself any longer. "We can't surrender. Milton would never hesitate to torture and humiliate us by any means necessary!"

During his vacation back in China, he even made a special trip to the mental hospital to visit his colleague who was supposedly tormented by Milton and still needs treatment!

He absolutely did not want to fall into Milton's hands!

If just a few minutes ago they were playing a game, now the CIA agents have finally realized that they too can die, and in a truly gruesome way.

"Should we go back to rescue our leader, hold our ground... or run away?"

The CIA is left with only these three options.

But no matter what they chose, they couldn't see a future, so they could only place their hopes on Ivo.

After Mick's death, Ivo became the last pillar of support.

Ivo pressed his temples and considered the matter carefully: "I think holding the line is our only hope."

“Milton has taught us many times… Do not be swayed by the enemy, do not be swayed by the enemy.”

"Whether they retreated hastily and in a panic or fled, they were all being manipulated by the enemy!"

"Don't forget our goal... Protect Ramirez and hold out until the army comes to our rescue! Once the new government falls, we can take back everything and slowly exact our revenge! We are the CIA, the strongest intelligence agency in the entire galaxy. Don't let the enemy scare you."

"..."

After delivering a passionate speech, Ivo finally managed to convince himself, barely calmed down, and returned to his battlefield command mode.

As for Mick, his former boss, and those colleagues who might urgently need help, they can only be sacrificed for the greater good...

Despite their usual imposing demeanor, Americans are equally ruthless when it comes to sacrificing their own people, betraying their colleagues, and turning the knife inward.

"Report the latest battlefield intelligence to me immediately."

"Yes……"

"The enemy has occupied the garage at the front of the manor... We've lost contact with the units there... The 3rd squad has suffered heavy losses and needs at least two replacements..."

"Team 1 needs ammunition..."

"Your command was interrupted just now, and the front line has been breached again. We can't contact the relevant personnel now... They seem to have escaped."

"..."

In short, it was a complete rout.

At this rate, let alone waiting for the army to arrive, they probably won't even be able to get pizza deliveries before Milton's lunatics storm into the villa and wipe them all out.

Ivo pondered for a moment, then turned to look at his SAD colleagues.

"Do you remember how to fire the gun?"

The question itself made a clear meaning – as the most capable combatants and the most skilled in special operations, they should also go to the front lines and contribute to the victory.

Otherwise, we'll all die here.

However, this also means that the "masters" who were originally high and mighty, and even looked down upon by the ordinary soldiers of the SAD action group, have now become ordinary soldiers themselves.

"rush!"

The SAD team members finally gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons, and rushed downstairs, filling many gaps in the defense.

After these SAD elites personally engaged in direct combat with the "Falconers," the overall battlefield situation finally improved somewhat. At least the retreat wasn't as rapid, and the enemy couldn't advance with impunity...

The situation appears to have stabilized once again.

Ivo sat in the villa, estimating the time it would take for the army to arrive and relieve the siege, his brows furrowing little by little.

It's still too fast.

SAD organized resistance and delayed the attack, but the enemy's advance continued at a rapid pace.

They might not be able to hold out until the army arrives.

Even without Milton's command, the enemy had already grown to this extent...

No, we must find allies and reinforcements to break this deadlock.

Ivo immediately thought of a candidate. He let out a soft sigh of frustration and made another phone call:
"Are you all deaf and blind in your police station? What's going on tonight? Can't you see how serious the situation is? Why haven't you sent anyone over yet?"

A slightly helpless voice came from the other end: "Mr. Ivo... I'm sorry, we are the police station, not anyone's private army. Mobilization requires authorization and procedures. You know the situation in Congress... There's a lot of internal pressure. I'm working hard, please wait a little longer."

After the military suffered heavy losses, many military personnel were immediately placed inside the local police station, including the chief.

But after the military came to its senses, this bureau chief was quite cooperative. Although he didn't become the military's lackey like the previous bureau chiefs, or even become one of the military's people, he generally cooperated.

Why didn't this fence-sitter talk about procedures or anything like that back then?
"Heh! Just going through the motions." Ivo's voice was icy. "You really are a loyal subject of the country... I advise you to send someone over quickly, don't do something you'll regret. Think about who we are, and who you'd be better off helping."

"Quickly, send someone over."

But who would have thought that the threat that had always been effective would fail today!

The police chief's tone suddenly turned cold: "Americans, get your facts straight. You have no law enforcement authority here, let alone any military power... I've already shown you a lot of leniency by ignoring what you did tonight, don't push me to the opposite side."

"If I give you face, you're a CIA agent; if I don't, you're just some nobody from out of town. Think carefully about how you should speak."

Damn it, they've rebelled! They've rebelled!

A local police chief in Honduras, a guy who could be killed with a fart, actually dared to turn against him!
But Ivo quickly calmed down after his outburst of rage.

This attitude from the other side is not surprising—in their neighboring country, Milton treated the CIA like a game of Candy Crush, and kicked CIA personnel around like a football, and what was the result?
Aren't other people living perfectly well now?
Does the CIA dare to utter a single word?
The CIA, which was once all-powerful and feared by many, with its mere mention of its name enough to intimidate most, has unfortunately found its influence steadily waning.

He even yelled at a police chief whose name he couldn't even remember, and Ivo actually couldn't do much about it.

Milton... Milton, you've done so many bad things! You're the reason the CIA's name is no longer intimidating!
Ivo took a deep breath, his tone softening: "We don't need to be so tense. There's a gunfight going on here, terrorists are carrying out a terrorist attack, and as the police, you should come and take a look."

"What if we find something valuable?"

"What if you succeed and the 'government' praises your heroic actions and promotes you?"

"If you insist on upholding freedom and democracy, perhaps one day free and democratic countries will open their arms to you, won't they?" "..."

The CIA name is no longer effective in intimidating people, but it can still be used to entice them.

America will always be America. Milton may win for a while, but can he win forever?

Should we choose the behemoth that is the United States, or Milton?

If you choose the United States, the US dollars will arrive immediately, and an immigration visa is not impossible to obtain.

The police chief hesitated for a moment, his tone no longer as forceful as before: "Alright... Heh, however, our police station isn't that well-equipped, and our officers have families to support. Their lives matter too. What happened today has exceeded the limits of our capabilities."

"We need to advance slowly from the outside, don't rush us, understand?"

This is like being a fence-sitter, helping whichever side is winning.

Ivo sneered inwardly, but his tone finally softened somewhat: "I hope to see you make the right choice."

Snapped!
However, after hanging up the phone, Ivo's gloom vanished.

"Boss, didn't that guy refuse to help us? Why are you so happy?"

“You don’t understand.” Ivo narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that he won’t help, but that he wants to help the victor.”

"But... he can't really wait until the outcome is decided before placing his bet. If he does that, he'll be completely wiped out no matter who wins in the end."

"Therefore, our strategic goal can actually be simplified a bit—we don't need to actually gain the upper hand and defeat Milton; we just need to make the police 'think' that we have the upper hand and are about to win when they arrive."

"Anyway, those idiots can't understand the real battlefield situation."

"To put it bluntly, once the police arrive, let the frontline soldiers unleash their full potential and put on a show where we're in control."

"That shouldn't be too difficult, right?!"

The conditions for victory aren't so harsh anymore, are they?

"..."

"Uh, boss, Ramirez wants to talk to you."

"Get him out of here. He has no right to speak here. The reason we suffered such heavy losses is 70% because he and his men are too incompetent. They still can't take over the presidential palace and the parliament!"

After Ivo finished his tirade, he continued to command the battlefield.

"..."

As he had predicted, after the police arrived, he directed several reckless charges, creating the illusion that the manor could hold out for a long time and even launch a counterattack.

The enemy troops were no longer as fierce as before; it seemed that excessive fatigue and high-intensity missions had reduced their combat effectiveness.

To the point that later on, Ivo felt he didn't need reinforcements; he could hold off the enemy on his own while waiting for the army to arrive.

For this reason, Ivo even walked out of the command room in a good mood and glanced out the window in a direction where there were no enemies.

Look at the scenery, relax, and relieve the tension from just now... Think about how you, the one who turned the tide, will be treated like a hero when you go back, and how you will be promoted and made a fortune.

The crisis has most likely been resolved.

Hmm... The weather is nice today, and the night is very bright, so bright that you can see the stars, and even see them twinkling.

"Why is this star getting closer and closer..."

"Huh? Wait!"

"Holy crap?! This is fucking amazing!"

"Milton, you beast, you resort to missiles when you can't win, huh? You're cheating!!"

Numerous thoughts arise in a single instant.

Immediately afterwards, a cylindrical object smashed through the window, turning Ivo into a bloody mess and dragging him into the interior of the villa.

……

Boom boom boom…

Near the Ramirez estate, the fighting has gradually intensified.

The city’s only armored police car brought their chief to the battlefield.

He certainly didn't dare to get close.

Just kidding. He may have been tough on the phone, but everyone knows that with the cowardly cowards and their crappy equipment, neither SAD nor "Falcon" could beat them.

So just watch the show; they'll help whoever wins.

"what--"

"Help……"

"This is bad, let's retreat first."

The scouts ahead were sending back a constant stream of messages.

"Chief, the 'Falconers' attack seems to have stalled..." the scout said quickly. "They're very close to the villa, but they seem to have been repelled several times."

"They may have reached their limit."

"Ramirez's men are fighting very hard, suffering heavy casualties, but they are still fighting..."

"If we consider the timeline, 'Falcon Man' might not be able to take down Ramirez before the army arrives, since a CQB operation is still needed at the villa."

"The team that was causing trouble in the city doesn't seem to have any intention of coming to help their comrades."

Hmm... Is the Falconer going to lose?
The subsequent developments are easy to predict: Ramirez will escape danger and maintain firm control of the military, while President Reina will either be assassinated or resign, relinquishing supreme power in the government.

As the thinker considers the interests involved, new information continues to come in.

The gist is simple: the "Falconers" have approached the villa, but it's still a long way from breaching the entire structure.

Even the "Falconers" have been hit by two counter-attacks.

The defending side has a better chance of winning no matter how you look at it.

Boom boom boom!
"..."

The director stroked his chin and quickly analyzed the battlefield situation: "It seems the Americans will ultimately win?"

Unfortunately, could it be because the Falconers lacked experience? There's a significant difference between fighting on home turf and fighting abroad. Dealing with a special forces unit like the CIA, which is constantly exercising long-arm jurisdiction and conducting operations overseas, was still a bit of a stretch.

Ok……

Honduras will most likely maintain the status quo.

Just as the director was about to go with the flow and help the CIA deal with "Falconer," a "stick-shaped object" with a trailing flame suddenly flew in from the sky.

The next instant, to the director's slightly bewildered gaze, the "stick-like object" pierced straight into Ramirez's villa.

A huge fireball exploded.

boom! ! !
In an instant, the entire villa was engulfed by fireballs and shockwaves!
(End of this chapter)