American Strategic Deception Bureau

　As an active American lackey, it was difficult for Trujillo to openly prevent his subordinates from establishing direct contact with the United States.

　Therefore, just as it is almost impossible for Japan's Self-Defense Forces to fight the US military, the Dominican Republic's Military Intelligence Agency cannot become an enemy of the CIA.

　On the contrary, when Washington made up its mind to kill Trujillo, a considerable number of Military Intelligence agents immediately chose to defect and submit to the American boss - the Dominican Republic had become a semi-colony of the United States, and its government agencies had to listen to the United States to a considerable extent.

　Trujillo suddenly embarked on the anti-American path without any prior preparation. How could his subordinates not be shaken?

　He himself is just an agent of the United States, and the people under him are all lackeys of the United States. How could they have the courage to rebel against the American boss?

　To this day, except for Marshal Trujillo himself, who was fooled by all kinds of flattery and didn't know his own weight, the top leaders of the entire Dominican Republic have seen that the building is about to collapse and the change of the world is imminent. They are all panicked and eager to rely on the United States to find a way out.

　The agents, theoretically the most trusted by Trujillo, were the most anxious to find a way out—they saw the fall of the Trujillo family as inevitable. They had previously done so much dirty work for the Trujillo family that they had already earned a great deal of hatred from the Dominican opposition.

　Trujillo's secret police regime didn't follow the same procedures as the FBI in the US, but rather frequently massacred entire families. In the Dominican Republic alone, his military intelligence agency executed between 50,000 and 70,000 people.

　This does not include the more than 20,000 black people from neighboring Haiti who were massacred by Trujillo during the "Parsley Massacre" more than 20 years ago.

　So, once the Dominican opposition comes to power, how will these people treat the Military Intelligence Agency that they hate so much?

　It is conceivable that unless these spies immediately cling to the United States, they will surely be subjected to bloody revenge by the new rulers!

　It is impossible to protect Trujillo to the death. The American master has spoken. No one can save the life of the Marshal in this part of the Caribbean!

　The only thing these spies can do is to save themselves at best.

　Therefore, the CIA, which had suffered repeated setbacks and was in disgrace in its attempts to assassinate Castro, was immediately delighted to find that this "benefactor of the motherland" was so easy to kill after changing its target to Trujillo. His agents were rushing to sell out their boss to show their loyalty!

　——Long before Trujillo himself knew anything about it, the CIA had already grasped his daily whereabouts and the residence of his mistress. Every time the Marshal left the mansion, a spy would immediately tip off the CIA.

　As for the domestic security situation report submitted to Trujillo, it had to be approved by the CIA before it could be placed on the Marshal's desk.

　However, there is still one last step to be completed - that is to take Trujillo's life!

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　! Found it! We found the body of old goat Trujillo!

　After a wait that seemed like a century, two young Dominicans lifted half of a bloody and charred corpse from the bushes and excitedly claimed the credit to Estelion, "It's this bastard! He can't persecute us anymore!"

　Estelion hurried over and found that although the body was burnt in many places and somewhat deformed, the damage to the head was not serious.

　He quickly pulled out his flashlight and compared it to a recent photo of Marshal Trujillo. Although it was a little hard to tell, with his years of experience in assassination, Estelion was able to confirm that the half-dead man was indeed Trujillo, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　but……

　"Why is there only the upper body? Where did his lower body go?" Estelion asked casually after the comparison was completed.

　"Well, sir, the Marshal's butt was blown up into a tree, and we couldn't get it down."

　A young man scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Maybe we can try to poke his butt off the branch with a pole. But the branch is too high, the pole may not be able to reach it, maybe we have to cut down the tree first..."

　The Marshal’s butt is on the tree?

　What does this mean?

　Hearing this unexpected answer, Estelion was speechless.

　But the next moment, he followed the instructions of the two Dominican informants and looked towards a large tree not far away. Sure enough, in the light of the fire, he vaguely saw two twisted and deformed human legs hanging down from the leaves...

　"Well, once we've confirmed the target is dead, we can leave him alone. Cut off the Grand Marshal's head and we'll be leaving!"

　After a moment's deliberation, Estelion made his decision. "The task force originally planning to storm Trujillo's residence can now abandon their mission and retreat. Have them follow you to Puerto Plata to reunite with the landing force! I'll take this head to the National Palace and confront President Joaquin Balaguer—now is the time to demand his courage..."

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　National Palace, Trujillo (Puerto Santo Domingo)

　Although it was late at night, a desk lamp was still on in the presidential office tonight.

　In other countries, it is common for the president to stay up late and work overtime. But in the Dominican Republic, it is extremely unusual.

　Because, under normal circumstances, President Joaquín Balaguer doesn't have much serious business to deal with.

　——Although Rafael Trujillo held absolute power as a dictator and ruled the Dominican Republic for more than thirty years.

　But as a younger brother of the United States, on the surface, he still followed the form of American democracy. He did not dare to proclaim himself lifelong president or king or emperor. Instead, after serving several terms as president, he retreated behind the scenes, proclaimed himself the Grand Marshal and opened the Kaifeng government to hold real power, and then found a puppet to be president.

　Therefore, the current Dominican President, Joaquin Balaguer, is basically just a figurehead, with an empty title but no power.

　Generally speaking, he was late for work and left early, and he only stayed in the National Palace for a few symbolic hours every day, which was considered worth his salary.

　Today, staying in the office past midnight was a first for Joaquín Balaguer since he became president.

　Under the dim light of a desk lamp, Joaquín Balaguer wasn't reading any documents. Instead, he fidgeted nervously, pacing the office for a while, then sitting back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, beads of sweat gradually seeping from his forehead.

　For this puppet president, today is the most important day in his life!

　This concerns whether he can become a real president!

　Compared with the greedy and shameless Rafael Trujillo, Joaquín Balaguer was not greedy for money or lustful throughout his life. He did not smoke or drink, was not married or had children, and never pursued enjoyment. He was knowledgeable and talented, treated people kindly, sympathized with the poor, paid attention to environmental protection, and could deal with various forces in the country with his skills.

　In every respect, Joaquín Balaguer was a much better president than Trujillo.

　But there was only one flaw, and he was almost as bad as Trujillo: he had a pathological pursuit of power.

　Even until the last moment of his life, Joaquín Balaguer will cling to power.

　According to the original timeline of historical development, by the end of Joaquín Balaguer's administration, he was over 80 years old and blind, but he still refused to resign and retire, and give up the presidency of the Dominican Republic, becoming the only and unprecedented blind president in the world at that time.

　——He wants to be president even if he’s blind! This ambition of an old horse still waiting to be promoted is even more outrageous than Brezhnev’s!

　Of course, even a blind president is much better than the "humanoid presidents" that are emerging in various parts of Latin America these days.

　In any case, blind people are generally human beings, and the degree of anthropomorphism of many "human-like" beings is probably not as good as that of blind people.

　How could such a power-hungry guy be willing to be a puppet of Marshal Trujillo's shogunate forever?

　Just like the Japanese emperor always wanted to overthrow the shogunate, President Joaquín Balaguer also wanted to overthrow Trujillo and become a real president!

　So, as soon as the CIA agents had a brief contact with him, President Joaquin Balaguer immediately

　He hurriedly grabbed the olive branch from the American boss, planning to collude with both domestic and foreign forces to jointly eliminate Marshal Trujillo, who had been entrenched in the Dominican Republic for 30 years, and take back his rightful power.

　And tonight is the moment to decide the outcome!

　——Just now, he also vaguely heard the sound of explosions coming from the distance, which meant that the CIA had carried out an assassination.

　But the question is, did the CIA bomb really kill Trujillo? Would it have gone awry?

　Since ancient times, there have been many unfortunate things in this world that seemed to have been prepared perfectly, but failed to materialize at the critical moment.

　Just as President Balaguer was hesitating and worried about the outcome, the door to the presidential office suddenly burst open. CIA agent chief Estelline, with disheveled hair and a suit covered in dust and grass, strode in carrying a dirty bag.

　"Here, this is the dictator's head. Take a look! It's freshly cut off and still steaming!"

　Estelian casually threw the bag of human heads onto the desk, revealing the bloody head inside. The pungent smell of blood immediately filled the air, causing President Balaguer, a professional civil servant, to shudder slightly, his expression becoming extremely ugly.

　But soon, he suppressed the fear and disgust in his heart, pinched his nose and moved closer, and carefully observed the head for a while in the light of the desk lamp. Finally, he confirmed that this was the head of the "benefactor of the motherland" Marshal Trujillo!

　This dictator who had oppressed the people in the Dominican Republic for 30 years finally came to the end of his life.

　For a moment, President Balaguer felt empty in his heart, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

　There is a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden has been lifted from his shoulders, but also a sense of confusion and bewilderment about what the future will hold.

　"This American falcon won't kill any more chicks."

　He closed his eyes and muttered.

　However, Estelion had no interest in watching this guy perform performance art, and just urged him impatiently.

　"Okay, Mr. President, now is not the time to express your feelings. The target is dead."

　"Well, I'm ready. Please wait a moment."

　President Balaguer came to his senses and immediately nodded in response. At the same time, he turned around and took out a briefcase and a suitcase from the cabinet. He took off his expensive custom-made suit and leather shoes and changed into a cheap, inconspicuous jacket and sneakers.

　Then, the president patted his briefcase and said to Estelian, "The presidential order to arrest the Trujillo family, the open letter inviting the US military to enter the country to maintain public order, the seal of the Dominican president, and other things that need to be brought are all in this bag.

　We must hurry and escape the capital before daybreak, otherwise it will be too late!"

　"Escape from the capital?" Estelion blinked, feeling that things were a little different from what he had imagined. "Why?"

　"Why did you flee the capital? To escape the Trujillo family's revenge, of course!"

　President Balaguer smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, you don't think that as long as Rafael is eliminated, I, as president, can issue orders to the Dominican Republic? You did kill a Trujillo tonight. But there are still a group of Trujillos in this city!

　A considerable part of the army is still in their hands. Those soldiers only know to be loyal to Trujillo and don’t know what a country and a government are!

　An assassination cannot destroy the rule of this family. It takes a war to bring change to this country!

　Okay, Mr. CIA, let's go to President Trujillo Air Base now. I know it's the safest place in the entire Dominican Republic. Air Force Commander Pedro Rodriguez Echavarria has been your man for a long time, right? "

　Just like that, under the cover of night, a hurried motorcade quietly left the National Palace and sped towards the suburbs...

　Not only did they cross the Caribbean Sea, but they also completely bypassed the long and narrow coast of Cuba, and continued to pass through the Windward Passage between Cuba and the Republic of Haiti. After entering the Atlantic Ocean, the low-level Cuban mercenaries on the ship finally felt something was wrong - this fleet had already passed the easternmost tip of Cuba, so why did it continue to move eastward?

　Where the hell are they going to land?!

　Until this moment, the US military advisers and CIA liaisons who accompanied them on the expedition finally revealed the truth to them:

　The destination of this voyage was not the mercenaries' hometown of Cuba, but the neighboring Dominican Republic.

　The goal was to destroy the dictatorship of Trujillo, the "Benefactor of the Motherland" and the "Little Caesar of the Caribbean."

　When the Cuban mercenaries of the 2506th Brigade heard that this military operation was not about returning to Cuba as a homecoming group, they were very disappointed, but that was all they were disappointed about.

　After all, these mercenaries all knew they were paid to do their jobs. Since they were paid by the CIA, they had to obey the CIA's orders.

　Moreover, when they were participating in training in Guatemala, they were asked by US military advisers to assist Guatemalan President General Miguel Ydigoras in suppressing a rebellion by the local army, which could be considered as a relatively bloody and violent "community voluntary labor."

　At the time, these Cuban mercenaries hadn't refused such an offer, which had nothing to do with the recovery of Cuba. Now that the CIA had asked them to attack the Dominican Republic again, they had no reason to object or resist the mission.

　At most, morale is not very high and people are a little lacking in energy.

　——From a state of shared hatred and enthusiasm, it has been downgraded to the state of daily slacking off like a worker.

　The merchant fleet carrying Cuban mercenaries and its escorting US Navy vessels remained stranded off the coast of Haiti for several days. Only last night, after receiving the CIA's "all clear" order to advance, did they finally begin their journey again, heading for Puerto Plata in northern Dominican Republic.

　The Dominican Republic is currently under sanctions from the United States and has severed diplomatic ties with the entire Americas, and it has no other support to cling to.

　Therefore, Puerto Plata is also empty at this time, with few ships docked, and it looks very depressed.

　Faced with the sudden attack of the US Navy and troop transport fleet, the Dominicans in Puerto Plata seemed to have no time to react at all.

　So, with the port completely unable to react, the infantry landing craft "Braga", the battlefield command ship, was the first to leave the fleet and rush to a beach outside the city of Plata.

　As the hatch at the front of the landing craft banged open, dozens of Cuban mercenaries waded onto the shore, armed with weapons.

　Then, under the curious gaze of the citizens, they drove away the men and women who were sunbathing on the beach and established a beachhead.

　Then, Ricardo on the cargo ship "Houston" was kicked off the ship by the sergeant in charge. He climbed the rope net on the side of the ship and transferred to an aluminum alloy boat. He shouted slogans and rowed the oars, launching a final sprint towards Puerto Plata.

　Next, the landing craft equipped with the USS San Marcos also began to move out, sending M41 tanks and jeeps ashore one after another.

　It was not until this time that someone in Puerto Plata responded - several policemen surrounded a guy who could speak English and looked like an official. They ran tremblingly to the beach and shouted to the Cuban mercenaries in English and Spanish from a distance, nervously asking about their purpose.

　But the impatient mercenaries just rushed over, knocked them all down with their rifle butts, tied them up, stuffed rags in their mouths and threw them aside.

　Soon, two battalions of Cuban mercenaries had landed one after another. After securing the landing site, they continued to advance towards the city and the port.

　Ricardo also carried his M1 Garand rifle, jumped into an armored jeep equipped with a heavy machine gun, followed two M41 light tanks that led the way, and carefully rushed into the city.

　Amidst the rumbling roar of their engines, tank tracks rolled over narrow gravel streets, knocking down awnings and small vendors that blocked the way. As the first place Columbus landed when he discovered the New World and Spain's first colony in the New World, the Dominican Republic boasts the oldest European-style cities in the Americas. Consequently, Puerto Plata boasts many winding, narrow roads that were not designed for cars.

　Now, the M41 light tanks of the 2506th Brigade drove into the city, and they were really rampaging all the way, causing chaos wherever they passed.

　If someone placed a few roadside bombs or anti-tank mines on the narrow streets, or even dropped a bomb from the roof, these thin-skinned M41 light tanks would definitely be severely damaged, and might even be turned into burning scrap metal.

　Fortunately, this is neither Stalingrad nor Grozny, and the entire Puerto Plata is not prepared for the coming of war.

　Faced with the advancing Cuban mercenaries, the citizens simply hid in their homes in confusion, and then looked out from balconies, windowsills or behind door panels.

　Because they forgot to prepare a map, the armored soldiers even broke into a restaurant and captured someone to act as a guide.

　Next, the mercenaries finally encountered weak resistance: a Dominican Army company commander brought dozens of soldiers to temporarily pile up roadblocks at the entrance of the city government, hastily forming a barricade with furniture and cars in an attempt to stop the enemy from advancing.

　但由

　Due to the suddenness of the incident, they had no more powerful firepower except machine guns, and they didn't even have a rocket launcher.

　After all, when they arrived, they knew almost nothing and thought that some radical students or bankrupt farmers were rebelling again!

　Therefore, when these soldiers saw the tanks rumbling from the end of the street, they were stunned, fired a few random shots, and then scattered.

　Then, the tanks rumbled over the barricades, broke open the gates of the city hall, and rushed into the courtyard. Infantrymen in jeeps followed behind and rushed in, arresting the terrified people, whether officials or servants, and searched them and put them in custody.

　When the mayor was first arrested, he seemed to want to put on a show and put on airs. But when he saw the CIA agents openly raising the American flag in front of the government building, his legs suddenly weakened, he was speechless, and completely lost his courage.