Chapter 161 Victor Fights the CIA!

The day after the "Five Continents Alliance" delivered a joint televised speech.

At a press conference in Tijuana.

Casare, who is also a part-time external spokesperson, took out a tube in front of all reporters, and there was a lot of white powder in it.

He looked solemn, "Our undercover agent of the Drug Enforcement Administration found a large number of drug dealer laboratories outside Sonora State. This is the evidence he obtained from it at the risk of his life. It was professionally identified as a new drug!"

"We suspect that there is a risk of drug dealers in Sonora State expanding their scale. Therefore, the Drug Enforcement Administration has entrusted the California Drug Enforcement Force to conduct a drug crackdown in Sonora State!"

Casare held a test tube in his left hand and a document signed by the Drug Enforcement Administration in his right hand. In the lower right corner, it said, Director: Victor!

"Our state has decided to dispatch 600 people. We hope that Sonora State will send a drug enforcement force to act with us and crack down on drug dealers in three days!"

Good guy, people are against you, and you still let them come out to cooperate with you?

You are just dreaming, but this is just a title, which is nothing more than telling you that your uncle Victor's army is coming. If you stand in the way, you will be defeated directly.

"Sir, can you let us see what is in the test tube? Why... it looks so much like laundry detergent?" A male reporter suddenly raised his hand to object.

Casare was not panicked at all. He had learned to lie with his eyes open a long time ago. He said expressionlessly, "How is it possible!"

"Our Narcotics Control Bureau is absolutely rigorous in its work. This kind of thing is impossible. Please respect our profession, sir."

The male reporter hesitated and saw the police officer standing next to him, looking at him unkindly. He sat down as a wise man.

Casare nodded with satisfaction.

"Excuse me, dear journalist friends, do you have any other questions?"

The reporters looked at each other and all bowed their heads and pretended to be dead.

"Thank you. By the way, please ask the governor of Sonora State for us whether he is willing to stand with the anti-drug forces or with the drug dealers."

This is very important, which is related to whether the shells will fall into the other party's official residence at that time.

You must say that you intend to stand on the side of the drug dealers.

Because, Victor has been unhappy with you for a long time!

Casare took the documents and walked away with a big belly. He has been eating better and more oily food recently.

After he left, the press officer stood up and smiled, "Thank you very much, everyone. We have arranged snacks in the cafeteria. Please help yourself."

The reporters stood up one after another, and some familiar people leaned against one side and muttered.

"Isn't this... a fake trick to deceive people? That is definitely laundry detergent, and it is cheaper than what I bought!" The male reporter just said angrily.

"Shhhhh!"

The colleague next to him hurriedly told him to shut up, "Don't say it, you can't touch Victor's bottom line with your head. He has killed so many drug dealers in Mexico. When the time comes, you will be stuffed in. One more or one less will not be too much. Your mother only has you as a son."

Although the male reporter was indignant, he shut up immediately after hearing this.

At this time, Victor was in the office, smoking a cigarette and watching the reporters disperse. Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, the smoke bomb has been thrown out."

"Then implement it according to the plan. At 11 o'clock tonight, 2,000 police officers will be dispatched to conduct anti-drug operations in Sonora State, codenamed: "Baja California Blade", Victor said with a serious expression, "to destroy the resistance of drug dealers in one fell swoop."

In this office of less than 20 square meters.

What came out was Victor's absolute zero tolerance for Mexico's anti-drug cause, which represented that the anti-drug cause was in Victor, the cause of Mexico was in Victor, and the greatest cause of mankind was also in Victor. (Full marks! Graduation!)

Casare saluted seriously and turned around to pass on this order.

Victor turned around and looked at the map hanging on the wall.

As long as Sonora State is opened.

Advance to the south to capture the dragon, retreat to the north to defend California.

Pull the war with drug dealers beyond Baja California, and then vigorously develop the internal economy and lay a solid foundation.

Just as he was thinking carefully, the phone on the table rang. He turned his head and frowned, and walked over to answer the phone.

"Victor, I need your help!" The person on the other side was Jonathan Panier, the DEA's boss in Mexico. His tone was a little gloomy.

"The CIA thinks we have disturbed their intelligence structure in Mexico, and blocked me and my employees in the office building."

Victor raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly, "Does the consortium sell drugs? Mr. Jonathan."

"Of course!"

The DEA has taken the money, how can you spit it out? If the boss of the consortium is not selling drugs, you are also selling drugs!

Moreover, you are not clean.

"That's good, CIA? Baja California is not the place where they have the final say."

After Victor hung up the phone, he pressed another white phone, "EDM Third Column, ABCD Group will set off immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" A reply came from the other side.

Victor put on his police uniform and hat. He went out to work, and he had to wear a hat even if he didn't wear a helmet!

When he came down from upstairs, he saw a troop of about 40 people standing below the security department.

They were all in black, customized by Victor's "Hope Group", and were equipped with HK MP5A3 submachine guns, L96A1 sniper rifles, a small number of AR15 series automatic rifles, and Remington M870 pump-action shotguns!

This group of people is the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Counter-Terrorism Team", referred to as "NTMD", selected by Victor from the EDM and Terrorist Mobile Team (TDTV).

The total number of people is only 120.

The weapons equipped are more suitable for street fighting than front-line troops.

Mainly to deal with sudden terrorist attacks and beheading operations targeting certain specific people in the city.

The commander is a man named: Marcus Phoenix!

He was also a veteran at the same time as Kennedy and the others.

"gentlemen!"

Victor was very satisfied with their mental state, "Let's go, I received a distress call from the DEA. A group of unknown armed men surrounded their building. All you have to do is kill them!"

"This is the first battle of your establishment, don't let me down."

The anti-terrorist team fights the CIA in the first battle!

It’s so exciting just thinking about it.

The "Mexican Anti-Drug Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" is equipped with a modified Ford bulletproof personnel carrier, which is nearly 3 meters high, about 6 meters long, and has a total weight of 6 tons. The chassis can withstand TNT explosives and can seat 12 people!

This can be called an armored vehicle.

Four cars drove toward the gate aggressively.

This scene was also photographed by reporters who were dining in the cafeteria, and it became the first scene of the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration's Anti-Terrorism Team".

Because the DEA cooperated closely with Victor, it moved its Mexican branch to Tijuana, a four-story building about 7 kilometers away from the security department.

The breathing in the car was very gentle. All of them were veterans. They had never seen anything like this before. The police officers were quietly making final adjustments.

"Zizzizi~"

A voice came from the communication headset, "When we arrived at our destination, we found four cars blocking the door, with people sitting inside, and the DEA door was closed."

"Crash over and fire freely!" Marcus Phoenix said while holding down the headset.

"clear!"

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"Jonathan Panier! Get out of here. Do you think you can hide inside? Do you believe I blew up your door?"

Aquino Johnson was furious, holding a phone in his hand, cursing at the DEA head on the other end, and kicked the door.

As the head of the Mexican branch, he was very unhappy with the death of Tulio Walters. People from the DEA and CIA went to see Victor, and then my man died. You are still alive and well.

And most importantly...being shot to death by Quintero in Victor's office building?

How shameless are you?

Even more shameless than our CIA!

CNMD!

We invented shooting three times in the back and committing suicide.

The most important thing is that the DEA actually moved the CIA's consortium puppets, which caused Aquino Johnson, the spokesperson of the Mexican branch, to be criticized many times by the headquarters.

In the assessment in North America, they were at the bottom. Now all their interests were lost, and they were robbed by the DEA. They couldn't live up to their reputation or reputation, so after returning from the Langley headquarters in Virginia, USA, they took the points with them. Department employees rushed to the DEA door to curse.

When the time comes, let’s fight and see who has the stronger fist!

But he has been scolding you for more than half an hour. The door of the other party is closed, and he does not hang up the phone, just listening to you scolding quietly.

"Jonatan! You bastard from the south!" Aquino Johansen cursed these words when his head got hot.

As we all know, the Civil War did not abolish the confrontation between the North and the South in the United States, but sometimes intensified it.

This should be the map cannon.

After hearing this, Jonathan finally spoke, "Aquino Johnson, are you wearing a body armor?"

? ? ?

He was startled, but then he heard a violent crash. He turned around and saw a black "land beast" hitting the side of the car at the door and pushing the car towards him. .

Aquino Johansen grabbed the door with great skill and rolled his belly. He dodged away, but the car still pushed the iron door open and he fell to the ground.

The driver in the car screamed loudly and pressed the horn hard.

"Hey! What are you doing!" An employee rolled up his sleeves and yelled. The door banged open, and a man wearing a mask jumped out of the car, with a cross painted on it and a skull hanging upside down.

The man was holding an MP5 and shooting at CIA employees.

The bullet penetrated the opponent's body, and blood splattered all over the sky.

Aquino Johnson stared at this scene and shouted, "Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Don't think that agents are awesome, can they still become saints physically?

He will die in just a few strokes!

It’s just that they are experienced. They lay down behind the car as a cover and pulled out their pistols to fight back. But your caliber is so thin, they use MP5!

The "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" cooperated very well and maintained fire suppression, which made the CIA unable to hold its head up.

Marcus Phoenix took out a buckshot bomb from his tactical vest, stuffed it into the M79 grenade launcher, and aimed it at the CIA hiding behind the car!

This buckshot will make military fans' blood pressure soar when they see it. It contains multiple large round lead bullets, which are usually used in shotguns, but if you use a rifle grenade, the caliber stuffed inside is 40 mm!

Who knows how many steel balls are inside?

bong!

It hit the car, and all the windows on the front, rear, left and right sunroofs exploded.

"Ahhh!" the CIA employee hiding behind the car screamed, covering his abdomen.

Too...brutal!

Aquino Johnson looked around in panic, and suddenly thought of Jonathan's words just now. He turned around suddenly and saw a few heads looking out of the windows on the third floor. He...saw them!

Jonathan's bald head was shining, smoking, smiling and waving at him, and mouthing, "Bye!"

Aquino Johnson's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to see a "skeleton soldier" standing behind him, with a volley of MP5 in his hand.

The bullet pierced his head.

He stared, and his last thought before he died was: Damn, I'm here to ask for an explanation! !

CIA Mexico Branch... Employees died!

After the anti-terrorist team finished shooting at the corpse, they quickly evacuated. Marcus Phoenix threw a grenade when he closed the door!

Bang~

Rolling on the ground, rolling under the car, it exploded with a bang, and a series of explosions turned the door of the DEA into a fire scene.

Jonathan looked at the "land beast" going away, and said to the stunned DEA agent next to him, "Call the fire department."

The other party nodded hurriedly, and his feet were slipping when he ran out.

Damn!

It's not even three minutes, and the CIA is being beaten.

It's over, the DEA is going to fight the CIA overseas again!

In fact, he didn't see that Jonathan's hands were shaking.

"Fuck!"

The fire department came quickly and put out the fire directly. Looking at the CIA employees who were burned to charcoal, the DEA people looked at each other and finally looked at the boss.

"Hey, Mexican drug dealers are really too arrogant."

Jonathan was very angry, "These guys came from the neighboring Sonora State. We fully support Victor's military action!"

"???"

"Do you understand?"

The DEA agents looked at each other and stood at attention quickly, "Yes! Sir!"

Victor must have had a private deal with Jonathan. You see, now there is a legitimate reason to attack Sonora State.

DEA will endorse it!

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Colombia. Santa Fe Bogota!

A flight from Mexico City landed at the terminal.

"Thank you, Mr. Victor, it's nice to talk to you." The girl took the suitcase from the man with a smile, looked up at the handsome man in front of her, and for the first time in four or five years of marriage, she felt her heart beat.

Humorous, funny, and a little romantic.

Like a prodigal son chasing freedom.

She hesitated, handed over the prepared note, and whispered, "Here is my phone number, you can call me anytime."

After that, she pulled the suitcase off the plane, and looked back every three steps before leaving.

Ethan Hunt smiled and waved at her. When he passed by the flight attendant after getting off the plane, the other party said to him politely, "I wish you a good trip, Mr. Victor."

"Thank you."

He is now an excellent businessman sitting in the first class cabin, named: Victor. Hunter!

Who uses a big name when you are out there?

Anyway, people will only scold Victor!

Well, people named Victor have no manners, and those who force people to work overtime are all bastards!

After getting off the plane, he found a trash can, tore up the note the woman handed to him and threw it into the trash can.

The first rule of agents: Try not to meet a person twice in a short period of time, including women, because women are more careful than men.

Ethan Hunt walked out of the airport with a black bag. Yellow taxis were lined up neatly on the opposite road. He jumped over the railing in a chic way, looked left and right, and ran over quickly.

"Wow! So cool!"

A male backpacker behind him saw Ethan Hunt's chic action, his eyes lit up, and he imitated his posture and pressed the railing to flip over.

But he obviously overestimated his weight...

beng!

He fell directly to the ground, and the people in the queue exclaimed.

His companion hurriedly helped him up, scolding and laughing at him.

Ethan Hunt glanced at the taxis and got into the middle one. "Go to St. Francis Church."

The driver looked up at him through the rearview mirror, started the car, and drove slowly. Ethan Hunt looked outside like a tourist.

Going around a traffic light and entering a tunnel in the city, the signal here is not very good, and it is very dark, and even the lights need to be turned on.

"The thing is in the toilet sink at the back of the church toilet." The driver suddenly said.

Ethan Hunt didn't turn his head and pretended not to hear. After the car got out of the tunnel, the two of them didn't talk again. When they arrived at the destination, they handed over the money and carried their bags like an ordinary tourist. He turned around first, then slowly walked into the toilet.

Pull the door of the innermost compartment, no one shit, so it's good, walk in and lock the door, then take out a waterproof bag from the toilet sink. There is a piece of paper inside. After spreading it out, you can see that it says:

July 27, Columbia New Judicial Department Building!

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