Chapter 165 Sooner or Later, Dandelions Will Bloom All over Mexico!

Boom boom! !

A flash of lightning exploded in the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly fell like the sky began to urinate.

Kennedy Heisenberg was looking at the sand table with a cigarette in his mouth, frowning, thinking about how to use artillery fire to break open the Obregon City!

The enemy was blocking the way. If a small force attacked, it would be cut off by someone, and then it would be destroyed.

Squeak squeak squeak~

"Good news, Captain."

A staff officer with glasses ran over, "The 442nd Regiment of Obregon City announced its surrender, and also attacked a marked drug dealer gathering place. They hope we can take over."

Kennedy was stunned when he heard the news.

Just thinking about whether to transfer some more artillery from the rear to bombard directly, you tell me that they have collapsed from the inside?

Ecstasy!

As for whether it is a conspiracy?

Halfway through the fight and then suddenly attack the anti-drug forces?

What a joke, it's not that Kennedy looked down on them, with the combat quality of the Mexican army and drug dealers, they can't complete such a difficult "bitter plan".

"Let Zolph Sherman lead the vanguard and reach Obregon City within an hour and a half!"

"Leave 300 people in the valley, and all the others will be pressed to the other side of the river."

All in.

Just waiting for them to counterattack.

Zolph Sherman was also confused when he received the order, and the rain hurt his face.

If it were other Latin American troops, they would even have to procrastinate until the rain stopped.

But the police officers in Lower California are different after all. They are well paid, and they know why they are fighting!

Fight for the cause of drug control for a lifetime!

This may seem virtual, but it is indeed useful and can stabilize and improve a lot of morale.

Most of the troops of Latin American military leaders have no faith, including in Africa. What is the purpose of fighting? Why fight? They have no idea at all.

For women, wealth, status?

These excuses may satisfy for a while, but they are not enough to sweep all around.

Didn’t Sankara of the “Land of Righteous People” rely on his faith to defeat other warlords, save the country from danger and the people from fire and water? Later, he failed because he was radical in his national policy, the country was in economic difficulties and diplomatic isolation, and then... he was killed by Compaore.

Zolf Sherman personally selected 100 commandos to rush to Obregon City on a rainy night.

Three Mexican troop carriers with military green were shaking, and they were about 400 meters apart to prevent being discovered.

Zolf Sherman, who was sitting at the back, almost vomited and said to the adjutant next to him, "After catching the drug dealers, we must ask them to repair the road!"

"Zizizizi~"

The intercom heard interference from the sound waves, and then the voice of the lead car came, "No. 1... We seem to have encountered bandits blocking the road!"

This voice immediately attracted all the police officers in the car to turn their heads.

Even those who were pretending to sleep opened their eyes.

Robbery...troop carrier?

"Are you sure?" Zolf Sherman was also a little confused.

"Yes."

The police sergeant in the lead car looked at the large tree branch lying in front of him and the seven or eight bandits standing behind him with various weapons, and his head was also confused.

There are bandits in Mexico.

Especially closer to the US border, there are more bandits. Many tourists who drive to Mexico often encounter armed robberies!

There have also been many murders that shocked the United States.

Mexico prohibits guns, but greed and violence are not prohibited.

The gang that robbed the troop carrier happened to be from the nearby rural area. The locals are quite barbaric and need Victor to bring the "spring breeze of Lower California".

The rain was too heavy, and the gang saw two lights shining over. Who knows what it is?

The leading bandit was holding a Youngman AG42 automatic rifle made by the Swedish Carl Gustav State Arsenal!

This gun is rare even for Swedes.

He led people around, and after getting closer, he gradually found something wrong. He touched his face, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and the next second his eyes widened instantly!

Military vehicle? !

The bandits are still afraid of the army.

When they were about to turn around and run, a large group of police jumped off the troop carrier and surrounded them directly.

Plop!

The dozen bandits knelt on the ground and raised their hands, "Surrender! Surrender!"

"Hurry up and solve it! Don't waste time!" Zolf Sherman's words came from the intercom.

The police sergeant looked at the muddy bandits and frowned, "If you dare to rob today, you will dare to sell drugs tomorrow, shoot!"

The bandit leader raised his head when he heard this.

The police next to him had already pulled their guns and shot at the surrendered bandits. Before he died, he was still full of question marks.

"Get in the car! Move the branches in front, damn, let's go!" The police sergeant urged.

After the police went up and pulled the horizontal tree away, they climbed onto the troop carrier in the rain and continued to move towards Obregon City, leaving the bodies on the ground.

When the two troop carriers behind passed by, they didn't notice and just ran over them.

On rainy nights, someone will always die.

…

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Alvarez had a white cloth tied to his hands and screamed, his uniform was all muddy.

He took the head of the regiment commander to call the army, and immediately announced that he would break away from the control of the corrupt government of Sonora State and join Victor's anti-drug force.

When someone objected at the time, he directly beat the opponent to death, and then led the soldiers to attack the Sinaloa drug cartel's drug industrial zone in Obregon City, which covers an area of ​​more than 40 acres and borders Arizona and New Mexico in the north. 60% of the drugs are shipped from here, about 300 to 600 tons every month!

Satisfying tens of thousands of drug addicts in two states.

Of course, such an important place is well-guarded. About 400 drug cartel gunmen and 300 staff members, with the tacit approval of the local government, placed heavy weapons on this industrial zone!

It is simply easy to defend but difficult to attack!

The fierce crossfire caused by the Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine gun mounted on the commanding heights repelled the 442nd Regiment's attacks several times.

"Be careful! Be careful! Alvarez, you are the commander and cannot rush." ​​The companion next to him grabbed him.

"If we can't get in, we will all die!" Alvarez wiped the water off his face and pulled the Mendoza RM2 machine gun produced in Mexico, his voice excited, "Without the courage to burn the boat, how can we build a new, A society without drug dealers!”

"Vasily, if I die here today, please take my ashes back to my hometown and place them on the mountain beside the dandelions. They will take me to find my parents' cemetery!"

Alvarez pushed away his companions and continued to rush towards the industrial area with his men!

They have no artillery and no mortars for infantry support. The army is too poor. Even with the financial support of the Lozano family, it is impossible to equip you with more advanced weapons.

But he knew that if he did not capture this industrial area, the Sinaloa drug cartel who got the news would definitely come to support him.

This is a "cash cow" for drug dealers.

Alvarez charged forward, machine gun in hand.

The bullet streaked over his head.

When I was a kid…

He was also like this, running wildly on the mountains full of dandelions. At that time, his parents were working in the fields, and at that time, the wind blowing on him was also quiet.

But everything suddenly shattered in one day.

Aviles' drug dealers, nicknamed the "Mexican Lion", rushed into the village and burned his parents to death because they refused to plant DM. At that time, he ran away too! Keep your head down and run!

In order to survive, he rushed towards the mountain full of dandelions.

When he grew up, he also ran desperately, so that more poor people would not die in the wilderness, so that more poor people would have their own wealth, and so that his children would not be coerced by drug dealers from an early age.

For peace!

For life!

He still remembered that when he was living in confusion in the 442nd Regiment, a man from Baja California brought a personal letter from "Mr. Victor".

It says.

"Dear Mr. Alvarez (compaero), I am very happy to participate in this great anti-drug battle with you. Even if the enemy is outnumbered, I will move forward indomitably!"

"For this land we love, for this people."

"Perhaps it's our turn to sacrifice!"

Maybe…

I can't wait for the day of victory.

But I am on my way to victory.

Alvarez roared, rushing into the rainy night.

40 minutes later…

The gate of the industrial zone was finally breached, cheers resounded through the sky, and the soldiers of the 442nd Regiment rushed into the drug dealer's industrial zone to continue their sweep.

Companion Vasily frantically searched for Alvarez among the fallen bodies!

finally…

He spotted a familiar figure.

A pair of arms were exposed, but they were tied with white cloth strips. On them, there were three little people, holding hands, and a puppy squatting next to them.

Next to it is their house.

Written in Spanish: "My home!"

In this dark night, the figures on the towel seem to be very bright.

Vasily rushed over, opened the body, and saw Alvarez, who had been punched through the chest. He closed his eyes tightly, but he must have fallen asleep!

Vasily hugged him and cried.

By the time Zolf Sherman arrived, the "Industrial War" had ended, with 200 prisoners captured, and nearly 300 people from the 442nd Regiment had died!

More than 300 people were directly disabled.

When he heard about Alvarez's deeds and received the blood-stained white cloth from Vasily, he was also shocked. He took off his hat and saluted as a military salute.

"Captain, what should we do with the prisoners outside?" the adjutant said next to him.

"Let them bury Lieutenant Alvarez with him!"

Vasily, who was squatting next to him and smoking a cigarette, raised his head when he heard these words and watched the adjutants walk away. Listening to their tone, it seemed... sparse and ordinary?

"If you kill a prisoner, many reporters will gossip about it."

Zolf Sherman looked at him.

"Only the weak need to fear gossip!"

"The strong one...blows up the reporter's microphone!"

…

A bar in Bogotá, Santa Fe, Colombia.

Ethan Hunt was very sexy, dancing side by side with a plump woman in the middle of the stage.

He also opened the buttons on his chest, revealing the strong muscles inside, which made the woman's eyes shine.

After the song ended, the woman gasped and said with a smile, "You are so awesome, Victor."

"I have something even stronger, do you need to see it?" Ethan Hunter said with a smile, holding her hand and rubbing it on his chest.

The women blushed.

Just then, the pager in his pocket rang, and Ethan Hunt said apologetically, "Sorry, I have to deal with the company's affairs first."

"You know, my leaders are all idiots."

The woman nodded very considerately and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll wait for you in the booth."

Ethan Hunt made an OK gesture, and when the other party walked to the booth, he blew a kiss over, a typical love veteran.

Walked to a quiet place, found a hang-up phone, put in the money and dialed.

"Ethan." Jason Bourne on the opposite side spoke.

"What's the matter? Brother, I'm working."

"Are you busy?"

Ethan Hunt glanced at the woman in the distance, smiled and waved, saying, "Of course, I'm ready to fight now, and I met some unfathomable opponents."

"What's the matter?"

Jason Bourne was silent for a while, "The boss gave you a task, he asked you to get close to the Black Widow Blanco, and then find a way to gain her trust."

"When necessary... you can be a lover."

"What! Let me seduce that fat pig?" Ethan Hunt said in horror.

"Please respect women, Ethan, this is the boss's order, maybe he thinks you... haven't been active at work recently."

"Damn capitalist!" Ethan Hunt cursed.

"I will apply for extra subsidies from the boss for you, please work hard, I believe your kung fu will definitely win the favor of that fat... woman."

"I... can't do it!"

Jason Bourne took a deep breath: "Man, Mexico and Mr. Victor need your body!"

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