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Chapter 336 We must learn from the Bay of Pigs Invasion!

Riley was immediately struck by the headline.

How was this information leaked to the media, and why was the media allowed to publish it in the newspapers?!

It can only be said that Riley's experience is still lacking. If Milton were here, he would at most laugh a few times—because in the future, there will be times when an outsider is accidentally let into the entire government cabinet's discussion group, prematurely exposing the entire military operation.

It's no surprise that the US government and CIA don't learn their lesson, and newspapers are publishing "top secret operations."

Riley suppressed his astonishment, staring intently at the newspaper, trying to glean as much information as possible from it... As a veteran spy, he never imagined that one day he would learn about the enemy's "secrets" through a newspaper.

"The country under the 'Godfather' is still a bit too formal..."

Soon, Riley memorized the contents of the newspaper.

"A group of anti-Milton troops is being trained on Ozepa Island, and an attack on Guatemala is anticipated at any time..."

"Approximately 2000-3000 Guatemalan exiles have completed their training and are preparing to return to their homeland to launch an uprising... They have been traveling between several regular military training bases, undergoing high-intensity guerrilla warfare, airborne, and amphibious landing training, and using advanced American weapons and equipment."

"They are absolutely elite troops, capable of taking on ten men each!"

"..."

"The tactical design was to launch an air strike first, followed by a landing by exiled troops, with the objective of seizing beachheads and advancing inland... There is confirmed intelligence that this operation is an invasion plan organized and directed by the CIA."

"The landing site is located east of Barrios..."

"..."

Riley stared in disbelief at the information in the newspaper.

I originally thought the content published in this newspaper would be similar to what I had heard in the conference room before, but who would have thought there would be so much juicy gossip.

They even clearly stated the login location!

Once the "Hell Tax Collector" sees the newspaper, Riley won't even need to risk tipping him off.

He also believed that, given Milton's level of vigilance, he would surely be paying attention to news from all over the world every day, and he would not miss such front-page headlines.

After being shocked by the United States, Riley's previously heavy mood immediately improved.

Now that the enemy had completed his initial intelligence-gathering mission, he could immediately set off for the agreed-upon location to see what the "elite" troops mentioned in the newspapers were really like.

Riley was the one who had paid, so he didn't need to go to the battlefield—at the same time, to show that he was fair and honest in his business dealings, Riley had the right to personally deliver the weapons included in the packages he purchased to these elite "Guatemalan Brigades".

After arriving at his destination by car, Riley simply showed his identity without any verification and easily arrived at the place where the "Guatemalan Brigade" had returned to rest and stay.

In the nearby military camp, the weapons he had purchased—machine guns, rocket launchers, and their corresponding ammunition—were displayed.

Those who were tanned from the sun saw the ammunition and their eyes lit up. They immediately turned their attention to it, and some even rubbed their hands together.

Riley was feeling a bit strange when suddenly several familiar voices came from inside.

"Hey? Riley, you're here too?!"

"What... Riley escaped too? Great, great!"

"..."

Riley turned his head and saw several familiar faces... an acquaintance from the police department, a former wealthy businessman, and a lawyer.

They were all wearing helmets and carrying rifles, and it was even obvious that they had become somewhat overweight!
Wait a minute... Didn't the newspaper say that many of the members of the "Guatemalan Brigade" were people who had fled from opposition forces and former military units?
Why are there so many lawyers, businessmen, and officials?!

Do they really have any fighting ability or any sense of organization and discipline?

Riley looked at those "acquaintances" with rosy cheeks who even had time to wink at him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This "Guatemala tour" looks suspiciously like a makeshift operation...

Seemingly wanting to show the "sponsors" the results of their training, an instructor put down his water bottle, came out of his room, and shouted, "Although it's rest time now, you can't completely relax."

“You came back from Guatemala, so you should know the situation there and how difficult the enemy was to deal with. At least more difficult than the Cubans were back then.”

"To achieve victory, we must learn from the lessons of the Bay of Pigs Invasion! Everyone must pay attention to the time difference during the attack, and not forget to adjust your watches, causing you to become separated from your allies! Don't laugh, those idiots who attacked Cuba made the same mistake!"

Those teams organized by "reactionary forces" actually looked somewhat respectable. When the instructors gave their speeches, they all stood up straight, and their formations were barely neat.

"Yes!"

Riley could hardly believe his ears and eyes—this common sense, this soldier's instinct, actually needed to be repeatedly emphasized to the "elite"?

The instructor nodded in satisfaction: "Also, you must be careful about secrecy... When you go out to eat or drink at a bar, be mindful of your words and actions. Don't go around talking nonsense, or the whole of Miami, or even Florida, will know about the attack plan before it even begins."

"Do you understand?"

"understood!"

"Very good." The instructor glanced at the sponsors beside him, gave them a "how about that?" look, and turned back to his room.

This is the treatment you get when you're paid.

The other "sponsors" immediately applauded when they saw this.

"That's incredibly inspiring!"

"Their combat power is definitely at its maximum... In any case, it's stronger than the combat power of our previous armies."

"Yeah, damn it, what were those guys we commanded before? Cowards who wanted to turn and run away at the sound of gunfire!"

Only Riley's lips twitched slightly—maybe the whole world knows about the attack plan now, except you guys?
"..."

"Hey, Riley, come here, come here!" A man who thought he knew Riley well and had previously served as the deputy commissioner of the capital police department waved enthusiastically to Riley. "I've missed you so much!"

Riley forced himself to put on an expression of being happy to see an old friend, walked up and hugged him, and tentatively asked with a smile, "Mr. Zoiller, long time no see. Looks like you're doing well? Is training tough?" "Hey." Zoiller waved his hand, looked around, and led Riley to a less crowded spot. "Why didn't you join the 'Guatemalan Brigade'? Let me tell you, you'd better apply, or you'll really be missing out."

They've already come here despite the huge losses...

Riley continued to feign curiosity and asked, "How could you have suffered such a huge loss?"

"Heh...you have no idea how much money we made and how much we enjoyed our training trip."

"Making money? Enjoying life?!" Riley was even more bewildered. Not to mention Milton's army, even the regular Guatemalan army, the ordinary soldiers couldn't be said to be making money.

Zoel chuckled: "We went to a US military base before... You have no idea how good our commander was. He taught us so many ways to make money. Let me tell you a secret, you can sell bullets anywhere inside the US military base, nobody cares! In many places, the US dollar isn't hard currency, bullets and guns are."

"Sell bullets?" Riley was stunned. "Who would need bullets in a place like that... no, the rebels? You're selling bullets to the rebels? And then the rebels come and attack you?"

"Hmph... Bullets are just basic stuff. If you're slightly higher up and know the base's operational deployment, you can sell maps and operational plans," Zoeller said matter-of-factly. "I've heard that at the height of our power, an armored vehicle just 'disappeared,' understand?"

Riley was so shocked that he almost lost control of his expression: "So, aren't you afraid that the resistance will use your bullets and troops to attack you?"

"Go ahead and fight," Zoiller said nonchalantly. "If the losses are too severe, we'll just not sell to them next time."

"What...what do you do with all this money?" Riley carefully memorized this information and continued to ask, "Do you donate it to our cause of restoring our nation?"

“Hahaha… Riley, you’re still as funny as ever.” Zoeller shook his head with a laugh. “In that military camp, you can buy alcohol and drugs… I’m telling you, there are also quite a few brothels nearby. If you happen to find one run by guerrillas, you can even pay with bullets.”

Riley tried to join the conversation, jokingly asking, "Oh? Won't doing this make people pregnant? Won't someone come knocking on your door with a big belly, claiming to be your father?"

Zoeller said nonchalantly, "Rarely... but it happens."

"Oh? How was it handled?"

"Just shoot them dead, it's just a bullet, a few cents. Those people were trafficked, nobody treats them like human beings, at most, they'll be locked up for 3 days."

Riley maintained his smile for several seconds before continuing his conversation and laughter with Zoiller.

……

Guatemala, Guatemala City.

Milton looked at the newspaper that had been hastily placed on his desk and couldn't help but laugh.

It is indeed a fine tradition in the United States to announce the operation plan in all sorts of unbelievable ways before carrying out a covert operation.

To be honest, Milton was not at all surprised by the chaos in the U.S. military—because just over a year later, the fat Leonard, who had corrupted the entire Seventh Fleet and created the biggest naval corruption case in U.S. history, was about to give out his first bribe.

“The Americans are really going to treat me like they treat Cuba… They really think highly of me, they really see me as a thorn in their side, but unfortunately, it’s still as abstract as ever.” Milton shook his head. “They’re just bullying weak and small countries.”

Flora and Brandon were also looking at the newspaper. Instead of mocking the Americans, they were carefully focusing on the most crucial information presented.

Login point!
I checked the map, and it was in the no-man's land near Porto Barrios, the territory once ruled by the Ubiko family.

Perhaps they thought this was the only region that hadn't been violently purged by Milton, and that government control was relatively weak; or perhaps they believed that the Ubiko family still had many people here who were dissatisfied with Milton, and that as soon as they stormed the city, people would immediately respond and establish an opposition government...

Brandon said, "In any case, the US military did choose to land in no man's land this time, which is different from the Bay of Pigs invasion where they crashed into a busy city. It can be considered an improvement."

"Unfortunately, this landing point has been exposed, so they will definitely choose another landing point."

"..."

Listening to Brandon's concerns, Milton was quite indifferent—these so-called no-man's-land areas actually had hidden military camps nearby, and the camps could be quickly filled in wherever there was a possibility of becoming a landing zone.

Milton could directly issue orders to his troops as soon as the other side entered his territorial waters.

Therefore, even if the enemy learned some lessons from the Bay of Pigs Invasion, the goal of a "surprise attack" was still very difficult to achieve.

Riley also managed to send in intelligence that of the so-called 2000 elite troops, only about 100 had real combat experience and fighting ability; the rest were just a bunch of insects.

Flora tapped the map and asked, "Shall we proceed according to the plan we previously devised?"

“Hmm… I think we can try deploying more things that might severely damage the enemy.” Milton looked at the map and narrowed his eyes. “It’s unrealistic to expect the US military to suffer the same fate as during the Bay of Pigs operation, where they didn’t adjust to the time difference and the air force was wiped out. We need to plan ahead.”

"I'm going to try to lure the enemy out."

Brandon perked up: "How exactly do you want it?"

“First of all, the CIA’s landing site this time is close to the Atlantic side, very, very close to Miami.” Milton leaned close to the map and skillfully marked all the US air force bases in the vicinity. “If the enemy’s air support comes from the US side, we have no way to intercept it in advance… But what if we could get them to change their plans, change their plans to land in the Caribbean, and land them from the Pacific side?”

"Have you noticed? The shortest flight routes from most American military bases to potential battlefields along the Pacific coast all pass through our airspace first!"

"In other words, we have a good chance of ambushing them in advance. Unless they go around to the sea and fly in from the rear of the landing force to provide support..."

"We have made advance preparations and can quickly contain the landing force, forcing the enemy to urgently request assistance. This may force enemy aircraft to take a long detour and make them have to take a huge risk to fly through our airspace and take the shortest route to support us."

The control panel allows Milton to detect incoming enemy aircraft in advance, enabling him to devise interception plans.

"Their operational plan has been exposed, and they will definitely change their landing point. Since they are going to change it, why not find a way to make them change it to the place we want?"

"I have marked all the nearby US military bases and deployed our air defense missiles and fighter jets at the locations with the shortest flight routes."

"Even if we are unlucky, the enemy planes will not be in a hurry and will take off from one of the few more distant air bases that will not pass through our airspace, or they will have to take a long detour. Even if the whole plan fails and the enemy still lands in the Caribbean, we will not suffer any losses."

Flora listened carefully to Milton's plan, then asked the most important question: "The idea is good, but how are you going to get the CIA to change their mind?"

Milton smiled: "It's very simple..."

"Why don't I just go to a city on the Pacific coast myself?"

"Yeah, it took a lot of hardship and sacrifice for the few CIA agents who stayed behind to find out about this news and get it out... We had to use some psychological manipulation on the enemy, otherwise these bastards might not believe it."

(End of this chapter)