Chapter 1199 Undercurrent Surges
What Zhang Moxuan said that South America has entered the brink of chaos is not a lie. 600,000 tons of war materials of various kinds were continuously sent to the base of the Human Revolution Alliance, and the army dominated by Magneto was further expanding.
The army dominated by Magneto was trained according to the training method of basic officers. The completely out-of-production military force stands out among this group of South American lords, especially Magneto Master, who also has many excellent military instructors from the East.
The local territory expanded, and the original army of thousands of people expanded nearly ten times in an instant, and now it has the combat effectiveness of two armies. And the most important thing is that Magneto Master has also trained a group of air forces in South America.
It's not drone airpower for small nations. But a group of real air combat troops. The number is small, only sixty MiG-29 fighters, and thirty FC-1 fighters. Ninety fighter jets are the main air force dominated by Magneto.
For a big country, this kind of air power is not worth mentioning. But in small countries, this kind of air power can already dominate. In particular, the Master of Magneto himself is a powerhouse at the opening level. He controls the magnetic force, so many enemy air forces are like toys in front of him.
If it is a ground battle, the South American lord is not the opponent of Magneto. Because the army dominated by Magneto is a professional army with modern education.
And the combat system of many South American lords is still at the level of street brawls. Not even a medieval soldier. Maybe the lobster soldiers of the age of great voyages could defeat this group of guys with modern weapons with muskets.
"So it's not easy to take down Magneto. We need more weapons, more support, and of course more money!"
McCree listened impatiently to the native South American yelling at him. This South American native has dark skin and once had rotten teeth, but now they have all been pulled out and replaced with gold teeth. Real gold teeth are all made of 18K gold. With this set of teeth, you can probably buy a suite in Eagle Country.
And he has a desert eagle pinned to his waist. It is also made of gold. His subordinates are also holding a golden AK47 dedicated to this native.
If he could, McCree had reason to believe that the native would snap out his own eye and replace it with a golden one.
Ah, maybe it's not appropriate to be called an aborigine. To be precise, this golden guy in front of him who wants to make himself an Oscar statuette is a warlord in South America.
One of the leaders of the largest warlord organization in Bolivia. There are tens of thousands of troops under his command. But McCree didn't think the guy had any semblance of a leader.
He's just a scumbag, and so is his army. This group of guys who hit only by faith.
"Okay man... oh, I mean Mr. Levink. You're proposing too many weapons. What M1 and M2 tanks, you want a hundred, and I said do you have that many tank drivers? And Self-propelled howitzers and fire control radars. Do you have operators?" McRae looked down at the list in front of him, and he said to the native Levink as calmly as possible: "Is it useful for you to ask for these things? And you also asked us to It doesn't seem very authentic to bear military expenses."
"Ha! Do you care if it's useful or not? Isn't it your intention that we want to fight Magneto Master?! Isn't it right for you to pay for the equipment?" Although Levink looks like a rough guy, his brain Seems to work fine.
"Wait, Mr. Levink. You seem to have misunderstood something. I'm just a munitions seller. What does it have to do with me when you fight against Magneto Master?" McCree pretended not to understand what Levink was talking about.
And Levink is very disdainful of McCree's behavior of pretending to know nothing. He snorted coldly: "Don't pretend that you don't know. I know your real identity very well. On the surface, you are an arms pimp who sells all kinds of arms to us in this place in South America."
"But behind you are people from the Eagle Country Intelligence Agency, right." Levink was not as stupid as he looked. He pulled out the golden sand eagle from his waist and tickled his chin with the muzzle of the gun.
"I've known what you Eagle people do for a long time. Give some money, give some equipment, stir up regional disputes. Then start a proxy war or something. You have already played this trick badly. Do you understand!" Levink took the golden sand eagle and gestured next to McCree's head, as if he was about to collapse him at any moment.
"I know what you're doing. The Master Magneto has risen in South America, and he's not dealing with you. I heard that he destroyed the avocado plantations controlled by your Eagle Country Enterprises and destroyed your medical companies. It seized your company’s mines and so on, right. You want to destroy it, but you don’t want to do it yourself. That’s why you’ve been sowing discord between us and the Master of Magneto.”
"The recent friction between the people below me and the master of Wanci is all caused by you!"
McRae said nothing, and looked at Levink with dead fish eyes: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Ha! I'm warning you, pimp. Go back and tell your boss, if you want us to fight against Magneto Master, these things are necessary! Otherwise..."
Levink gestured with the golden sand eagle on McRae's head, and made a "bang" sound with ventriloquism.
"I'll ruin your business in South America." After saying that, Levink took his men and disappeared into the South American rainforest in his own Humvee.
And in this camp in the South American rainforest, McRae walked out of his white tent and watched Levink disappear into the dense forest. He took out his WeChat phone.
"Hey, BOSS. Well, Levink is not very obedient. He wants us to pay for his military expenses, and he also threatens us. I suggest getting rid of him and replacing him with someone else. Well, well, that's it. Others The big and small warlords have all negotiated. Only the big warlords like Levink disagree."
"Okay, I'll wait for your good news." McRae still looked at the direction where Levink disappeared with a pair of dead fish eyes.
Santa Lux, the second largest city in Bolivia. It was also Levink's lair, and it took him a lot of time to occupy it.
It was not an easy task for Levink to get out of his 20-square-meter bed and twelve beauties. But as a leader, he can only sleep until noon at most, after all, he still has to do some serious business in the afternoon.
Wearing her leather jacket and khaki camouflage pants, she showed off her toned pectorals and abs, and faced the mirror with a golden smile. Levink found himself extremely attractive.
"Because I'm a strong man!" Levink cheered on himself in the mirror, and at the same time the space in front of him began to distort due to the scorching heat.
"I am the fiery god!"
"No, you're not anymore." A strange voice appeared in Levink's luxurious villa, and he turned his head abruptly, only to see twelve men in black clothes and masks appearing in his bedroom. And their own beauties are already lying on the bed without breathing.
"Damn it!" A monstrous heat wave erupted from Levink's body in an instant, and the 4,000-degree high-temperature air wave instantly ignited everything in the room and instantly vaporized or carbonized it.
But in front of the twelve men in black, Heat Wave couldn't move an inch. The people in black raised their hands towards Levinke, and Levinke only felt that he was being supported by a majestic force.
Thousands of tons or even tens of thousands of tons of pulling force are pulling my internal organs and limb joints.
"Ah!" Levink let out a scream, and then the men in black pulled their corpses into pieces with their [Force], and the blood splashed all over the room.
Levinker's luxury villa has been completely ablaze because of his heat wave. Outside the burning villa, a dark-skinned middle-aged man stood waiting outside.
A man in black came out from the flames of the villa. He handed a golden Desert Eagle pistol into the hands of the middle-aged man, and said, "From now on, you are the boss here. We will support you. You have a good seat. I hope you are not as ignorant of current affairs as your elder brother."
The middle-aged man took the golden sand eagle and knelt down in front of the man in black to swear allegiance: "I will never disobey all instructions from above."
The man in black nodded: "That's good. Then the supplies will be delivered tomorrow. Do a good job of training and be ready to attack the Magneto Overlord Human Innovation Alliance at any time!"