Chapter 172 Yesterday It Was Dear, Today It Is a Big Fat Pig!

Ethan Hunt walked out of the convenience store, chewing gum in his mouth, and glanced at the strange man, who quickly retracted his gaze.

"What he did was even rougher than EDM!" He muttered a few words, got into the Mercedes and started to drive around the capital of Colombia.

The rich woman gave him money, so he had to spend it.

Otherwise, how could he justify his efforts last night?

The people who were following him were all dizzy by him. When they saw him walk into a public toilet, the two of them looked at each other and followed him.

As soon as he turned the corner, a fist as big as a sandbag came over. Such a heavy force directly knocked the person in front of him unconscious. Ethan Hunt grabbed the other person's head and slammed it against the wall. After he was dizzy, he twisted his neck with both hands and twisted it on both sides.

Hmm~

A very crisp sound.

When he was squatting down to touch the things on the two people, a man walked in at the door. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly raised his hands and covered his eyes, "Hey, man, I didn't see it, I didn't see it."

He walked out while talking.

Ethan Hunt lifted the arms of the two people and saw the logo of the Cali Group on them. I don’t know why these drug dealers and underworld gangs like to tattoo their bodies.

They have no professional ethics at all.

What’s the difference between this and holding an ID card when you die?

Ethan Hunt’s eyes were sinister and he cursed in a low voice. He must kill Salcedo, the engineer of the Cali Group, because that guy already doubted him.

He dragged the two drug dealers into the toilet and directly pressed their heads to drown them in the toilet. Shooting would leave traces.

When he came out of the toilet, he didn’t forget to wash his hands.

Not long after he left, a toilet sanitation worker came in. He hummed a little tune and mopped the floor, but suddenly found that the last door was tightly closed. He knocked on the door but there was no response, so he lowered his head.

Oh!

Two men, four legs?

Damn, what are you doing in the toilet?

He knocked hard on the door, "Hey! You can't do X here!"

After Ethan Hunt went out, he got back into the car with a serious face. He picked up the phone on the panel and dialed a number, "Hello, this is Houston Burger Shop."

"Please prepare three chicken burgers and a cup of Coke for me. I only want Pepsi, not Coca-Cola. I'll get it in ten minutes."

Hang up the phone, threw it behind him, turned the steering wheel to the limit, turned around on the spot, stepped on the accelerator, and everyone around heard the sound of the exhaust pipe.

Boom~

About seven or eight minutes later, he drove to a burger shop and drove directly into the yard. A person in red work clothes naturally pulled the gate.

After Ethan Hunt got out of the car, four or five people held instruments and began to check the entire car to see if there was any recording equipment. Did you see it? This is called professionalism.

"What's wrong? Blanco suspected you?" A colleague asked with a frown.

"I'm not sure, but I was targeted by Cali's people just now. Damn, those guys in Colombia are more sensitive than the CIA. Is there any way to kill Salcedo? But if the stalker is killed by me, he will definitely be more suspicious of me. I don't think I can stay with Blanco for much longer." Ethan Hunt asked with a frown.

His colleague looked at him strangely, "Why, I heard you feel a little sorry? Did you have a good time last night?"

"What are you thinking about! I'm working." Ethan Hunt thought of the pressure from yesterday, and felt his legs trembling and his face pale. He swallowed his saliva and pointed at his colleague who was searching for recording equipment and said, "Dude, install a time bomb on the chassis of the car for me, and then I'll blow her up!"

Men are really... ruthless!

"The best way now is to kill Salcedo first."

Ethan Hunt glanced at his colleague, "Do you have a solution?"

"Dude, we didn't come to Columbia for free. You work physically, and we work technically."

"If you keep talking about physical work, I'll kill you, believe it or not!" Ethan Hunt gritted his teeth, and he felt like he was being used as a duck.

The colleague smiled and took him into two private rooms behind the hamburger shop, where many military monitoring devices could be seen, and on the wall were several photos of people and their relationship diagrams hung with thumbtacks.

"Salcedo!" The colleague pointed to a photo, which was densely packed with several dividing lines, and the time and place were written on it. If people with intensive phobia saw this, their scalps would numb.

"He appears in front of a stall in Santa Fe Bogota at 4pm every day. He likes to eat fried bananas. We have investigated the stall vendor and found that he is a nephew of Salcedo. They may have some kind of contact."

"During this period, he is alone. We have time to kill him!"

"Where did you get this information?"

The colleague spread his hands, "Technical work~"

This sentence made Ethan Hunt so angry that his three highs came up.

"Ethan, do you need to install a bomb?" The colleague who was checking the vehicle at the door asked.

"Do you have explosives that can blow up a 200-pound female fat pig?"

"Isn't that your dear?"

"Get lost, that's your mother!"

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Toot toot~

The "Archduke Victor" played the flute, and the sound was very loud. The new migrant workers in Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, looked up blankly.

"Go! Go!"

"The Coast Guard of Lower California!"

A half-grown boy was still stunned in place, and the experienced old migrant worker dragged him to run quickly.

"What is that?"

"Ship! Ship, the Coast Guard from Baja California is here." The old migrant worker's mouth was trembling, mainly because the flag on it was too obvious, and you directly hung Victor's head on it.

"Is that Mr. Victor's army?" The boy's eyes shone, "Then why are we running? Aren't they here to kill drug dealers?"

The old migrant worker slapped him on the head, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of drug dealers, waiting for them to drag you here to be cannon fodder?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two pickup trucks lying across the escape route of the migrant workers. The drug dealers on them were shooting with machine guns, and the bullets flew past their scalps. "Go back!"

"Take up a weapon and get an extra $200 per person, and kill a police officer and get a $500 reward!"

"Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!"

The old migrant worker dragged the half-grown man to the side and moved around inside the container, like an old loach.

Buzz buzz~

The two heard a sound above their heads, raised their heads, and saw two helicopters circling past.

咻咻咻~

The missile fired from the belly flew towards the coast guard ship. It was extremely shocking when viewed from below.

"Missile attack!" shouted the police officer in charge of the warning radar.

"Matra Simbad twin anti-aircraft missile launcher is activated!"

"Intercept missile!"

The captain issued the order calmly.

Woohoo~

There was a dull roar in my ears, and then I looked out the window and saw the twin missiles dragging their tail fins flying towards the missile in mid-air.

Interception...

As long as there are more people than the opponent, you will always be able to intercept them. Of course, it mainly depends on luck.

bengbengbeng!

The remnants of the explosion in the sky shook several large containers at the port into the sea. Many migrant workers were so frightened that they shrank to the ground, holding their heads and shivering.

NMD, so scary! !

Is this the Coast Guard force in Baja California?

"Mistral" anti-aircraft missile aims at the helicopter and fires! "The captain looked at the helicopters in the sky and issued orders one after another.

Although this TNC45 has a displacement of 500 tons, the firepower on it is really fierce. It has missiles, artillery, decoys, and even torpedoes. There are probably very few of its kind in the same type, right?

The "Mistral" anti-aircraft missile is produced in France. Its warhead is very heavy, weighing 3 kilograms. It is composed of high explosives and 1850 tungsten alloy steel balls, and is equipped with collision and laser proximity fuzes. Let's put it this way, the Apache was defeated by it. Beat it down.

The speed is Mach 2.5, which is slightly faster than the Stinger.

The highest shooting height is 3 kilometers, which is perfect for flying in a helicopter.

The biggest advantage of this thing is that it can be installed anywhere, on land, on warships, and France even plans to install it on submarines.

Let submarines have the ability to attack helicopters.

As for weapons, it's all about imagination.

The "Victor Archduke" is equipped with a six-unit automatic launcher. It takes only five seconds to launch when the order is given.

"Throw the interference bomb quickly!"

When the drug dealer's helicopter pilot presses a button, red gas floats out of the sky, tricking the enemy's infrared-guided weapons into straying away from their true target.

but…

After all, Mistral is made in France, and it is one of the Five Good People. There is nothing to say about the military industry. It occupies 75% of the market in mid-level weapons in Africa.

It can automatically distinguish true and false targets, automatically calculate based on the album it carries, and then lock on the true target.

Six artillery shells flew up, three were jammed, but three more directly hit the two helicopters.

"Crash landing! Crash landing..." the pilot yelled urgently, and the helicopter disintegrated in the air, and another one fell directly to the port. The propeller flew around and separated the upper body of the guarding drug dealer like cutting a watermelon.

Bloody and bloody!

It was a miserable situation.

"Continue to suppress the fire! Log in to the team and get out!"

The Otto Melara 76mm naval gun of the Archduke Victor bombards targets in the port indiscriminately. What does this mean? In the face of the torrent of steel, any resistance is insignificant.

Unless you have a more terrifying weapon.

Technology is the primary productive force in war.

"Tu tu tu tu ~" Is there really a hard-nosed drug trafficker who continues to shoot at the ship with twin machine guns, and the bullets hit the hull of the patrol ship?

I'm afraid you can't even penetrate it with Barrett.

The drug dealer's mouth was half open because the machine gun vibrated a little too loudly. After he finished shooting, he was about to run away when he saw the muzzle of a machine gun in front of the ship automatically slide down and aim at him suddenly...

The legs are still running underneath, but the person has disappeared.

Really...a sports student!

About 20 members of the coast guard commando rushed to the pier in a speedboat to sweep away the remaining armed forces.

The little boy and the old migrant worker were lucky enough to hide in the cracks of a container and were not affected, but the broken limbs and broken arms outside made them feel chilly.

Deng Deng~

There was a sound of footsteps, and then a figure was seen walking over, covered in black, holding an assault rifle. But suddenly, the man turned his head suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the gap.

The little boy saw...

It was a man wearing goggles, and his face was reflected in the lenses. The Mexican flag was painted on the man's chest, and a bust was on the right chest.

The little boy was so anxious that he stretched out his fist and said, "Long live Victor!"

The other party was startled.

Old migrant workers also held their breath.

Then he saw the other party reaching out his hand, clenching it into a fist, and gently tapping the little boy's hand, "Long live Victor!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Peace belongs to the people!"

"Glory to Victor!"

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