Chapter 162 After Using the Toilet, You Must Wash Your Hands!

July 27, Colombia's new judicial department building! ?

Ethan Hunt's eyes shrank.

Could this be the meeting place of the so-called "North American Drug Trafficking Association"?

Boom boom boom...

Just then, someone outside knocked on the door violently, shouting, "Hey, are you done? Bastard!"

Colombians are not polite at all.

Puff~

The person outside obviously had a noisy stomach, and a fart came out directly. The smell was really NM, and Ethan Hunt almost vomited.

"White... idiot~ Hello~ Are you done?" The voice of the person outside was trembling, even with a tremor.

Ethan Hunt was not in a hurry. To deal with impolite people, he had to put aside his plot of helping others. He held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the note with a lighter, and then used the latter to light the cigarette.

Throw it into the toilet, press the flush button, and after watching a few whirlpools, the paper disappeared.

"Quick! Come out! Get out!" The person outside heard the flushing sound, shouted excitedly, and pulled the door, but it couldn't be pulled at all.

"Don't be in a hurry, have a cigarette."

It was quiet outside for a while, and then he was obviously very angry, cursing and kicking with his feet, and the compartment was shaking.

Ethan Hunt was not in a hurry at all, and at this moment, the pit next to him obviously couldn't stand it anymore and opened the door. The man angrily slapped the other party?

It should be, he heard the sound.

"You are so slow to take a shit, don't you know to hurry up! Get out!"

The person who was beaten was obviously wronged, so he shouted to call the police.

"Call the police? I'm from the Medellin Group! Call the police and see if the police dare to arrest me." The man shouted.

The other party stopped when he heard the word Medellin.

Ethan Hunt's eyes lit up, and he pushed the door open and walked out. The Medellin member heard the sound and shouted: "Don't leave, bastard, wait for me to come out!"

"Are you a drug dealer, sir?" Ethan Hunt knocked on the door and said.

"Nonsense! Is Medellin, Colombia still a charity? Or a place where your mother sells Y?"

"That's good."

Ethan Hunt opened the black bag he carried with him, took out an M18 grenade from it, pulled the fuse, threw it backhandedly, and threw it directly into the cubicle, holding a cigarette in his mouth and quickening his pace to leave.

The drug dealer who was taking a shit inside heard no response from outside, thinking that the other party was scared. When he was about to continue to fight, he suddenly felt something hit him from behind. When he turned around, he saw a grenade smoking behind his butt.

His brain was blank...

Boom!!!

The toilet exploded directly.

The drug dealer didn't even wear pants and fell in a pool of blood. His butt...his butt hurt.

The tourists outside who heard the explosion were also startled, screaming and running away in panic.

Ethan Hunt was very gentlemanly and washed his hands in the sink outside.

You always have to wash your hands when you go to the toilet.

This is elegant!

He looked in the mirror, then carried his bag and walked with the flow of people.

July 7, 1990, US time.

Cambra Valley in Baja California and Sonora.

This valley was originally occupied by drug dealers, but after Victor "recaptured" it under the banner of revenge, he did not withdraw the police, but instead increased the troops and built a temporary helipad here.

The commander in charge of the "Baja California Blade" operation was Kennedy Heisenberg.

As a general under Victor, this guy will be promoted sooner or later.

"Katyusha enters the designated position!"

"7.7 kilometers away from the target!"

A police staff shouted loudly.

Well...

The title of "police staff" was also invented by Victor, which means assisting the sheriff in commanding the dispatch of front-line police officers.

Kennedy squinted and looked at his watch.

23:30.

"Bombard the drug dealer camp on the other side of the Corona River!"

The police staff passed his order through the communication tool, "Bombard the drug dealer camp on the other side of the Corona River!"

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"Fire!!!"

At a position on the south side of the Corona River, 30 Katyushas were deployed side by side and fired at the target on the opposite side.

This river is half in the United States and half in Mexico. The shells must not fall over, otherwise it will really become a dispute.

Nearly 500 rockets "swoosh~" lit up the sky!

Almost half of the Corona River was illuminated as if it were daytime.

On the other side of the river, there is a small village, no, it should be said to be a town, but this town is actually a sales point for drug dealers.

How close is this place to the United States?

If you take a shit, your smell will rush over.

So, many American drug dealers, brokers, mercenaries, or some people engaged in illegal activities will gather here, forming a "black market".

Of course, there is no sleep at this point, and many people are still looking for fun.

There are brothels, casinos, and arenas.

A drug dealer who lost all his money and was a little drunk was about to go out to relieve himself. As soon as he walked out of the door, the sky was bright. He was stunned. It was... dawn so soon?

He looked up blankly, and then his eyes widened!

"Rocket... rocket!!!!"

He screamed at the top of his voice. Of course, he was not the only one who saw it. The whole town was full of crazy shouting, and some people ran with their pants up.

But this rocket hit directly in.

Boom!

Sparks shot up into the sky...

Can nearly 500 rockets flatten the town? I don't know, but it can cause "painless" abortion.

And after the artillery fire covered.

On the Corona River in Lower California, Zolf Sherman was followed by thousands of police officers, six in a group, carrying assault boats.

When he saw the artillery fire on the other side of the coast.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Go to Sonora! Eliminate drug dealers! Gentlemen, for freedom! For peace! For new life! Charge!!"

"Charge!!" the police behind him shouted.

A group of people rushed to the river, waded into the sea, put the assault boat into the sea, pulled the engine, and rushed to the other side.

The Corona River is about 2.5 meters deep and more than 200 meters wide. It is said that there are crocodiles in it. In order to prevent the assault boat from being overweight, Zolf Sherman directly abandoned unnecessary equipment.

Each person carried a rifle, 120 rounds of bullets, and two grenades to launch a simple version of "forced crossing".

Only a few people carried RPGs!

There were no defenders on the other side at all, because didn't you say in the news media that you would launch an attack in three days?

Who knew that the raid would be launched that night? This is simply unethical!

Didn't your mother tell you to keep your word when she gave birth to you?

Except for a few unlucky boats that capsized, most of the troops rushed directly to the shore, jumped off the assault boats, and rushed towards the covered town.

The BGM of "Mom's Words" should be played here at this time!

No one worships war, but heroes are fighting for freedom with war!

"Long live!!"

"Long live Victor!"

"Long live Mexico!"

The police shouted noisy slogans and charged.

The "Katyushas" behind were also powerful. After one round, another round!

Zolf Sherman raised his head, looked at the few flares in the sky, and listened to the roars of the police officers in his ears. His adrenaline suddenly surged, and he was a little overwhelmed. He rushed forward while shouting a voice that he couldn't understand.

Fighting at any time requires courage!

Ta-ta-ta... Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

There is actually a bunker outside the town? It didn't blow up. There were drug dealers hiding inside. Seeing the dense crowds of people running up, the heavy machine gun fired directly.

The police officer running in the front was immediately knocked down.

This is a Breda 37 heavy machine gun of the Italian army in World War II!

Zolf Sherman lay on the ground, watching the police officer who fell to the ground not far away spitting blood and reaching out to him, shouting for help, with hope in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as his fingers touched, he saw the other party's head "pop" and exploded!

Liquid mixed with various flavors splashed into Zolf Sherman's mouth. He looked at the headless corpse, and a burst of anger rushed to his head!

"Bazooka! Where's the bazooka!"

"Swish~"

Before he finished speaking, a rocket behind him rushed towards the bunker.

Boom!

I'll blow you up directly. Zolf Sherman growled, clapped his hands, and rushed over with his gun. When he saw that there were about 2 meters left, he slid diagonally and went directly into the bunker from the blown hole.

He was a police officer, holding an MP5 submachine gun in his hand, shooting at the drug dealer who fell to the ground. The bunker was actually connected to a passage that led directly to the town.

Zolf Sherman's guards also followed him, and the two of them rushed into the passage with guns. The passage was a bit high, nearly 1.9 meters, and very wide.

The two rushed a bit fiercely. At a corner of the passage, Zolf Sherman "jumped" and bumped into someone. He sat on the ground with stars in his eyes, shook his head hurriedly, and looked closely.

He saw four drug dealers on the other side, and the person who bumped into him looked a little dizzy. He quickly picked up his gun and was about to shoot.

A drug dealer rushed over with a strange cry and grabbed Zolf Sherman's neck.

The two people fought.

The other drug dealers "ganged up" on the guards, holding the guards' heads from the front, pulling out their daggers and stabbing them down.

The guard stretched out his hand to block it, but the dagger went straight through his palm, causing him to scream in pain.

Zolph Sherman also got mad, biting the drug dealer's neck, pulling hard, and a piece of flesh... was pulled off.

There is an aorta here...

"Fuck!"

Zolph Sherman picked up the MP5 on the ground and beat the drug dealer to death, then fired a burst of bullets at the drug dealers who surrounded and beat his guards.

He just held them and didn't let go!

Da da da...

The walls of the passage were full of bullet holes.

"Are you okay?" Zolph Sherman helped the guard up, with the dagger still stuck in his palm. He couldn't pull it out randomly, otherwise it would be useless if it pulled the tendons.

"Go back! Go back!"

His adrenaline finally slowly dropped, and he was no longer in a state of excitement. He calmly regained the high ground, and helped the guard back.

On the battlefield…

The police officers had no idea that their boss was almost killed, so they just rushed in and shot anyone who was still alive.

“Surrender! I surrender! Don’t kill me.” Several Americans raised their hands, knelt on the ground and shouted in fear.

The police officers rushed up and fired a bunch of bullets.

MD!

It was too noisy on the battlefield, and I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

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