Chapter 196 Operation Nickname: Operation Gothic Snake!

Savoia couldn't choose his life when he was young.

Because this is Mexico.

When he was young, he was controlled by the local community and forced to drop out of school to join.

But when he got older, he got a little tired of it.

It's always the big brother who lives a life of luxury, not the little brother.

Have you ever seen anyone get rich by working?

After Victor took over Tijuana, he promulgated the "Trial Measures for Heroic Acts in Lower California", which stated that any resident who has made significant contributions will be taken care of in terms of children's schooling, bonuses and other welfare benefits.

Even after the sacrifice, they can be buried in the "Tijuana National Cemetery", which is full of fallen police officers.

Victor is doing one thing, changing the three views of Mexicans and turning them into people who worship heroes.

In fact, it is to encourage ordinary people to help in an increasingly complex environment.

Savoia smiled at his son who was looking out of the house, with hope in his eyes.

His son has no tattoos, has not dropped out of school, still has hope and a future, and he has to fight for a future for him.

He closed the door with his backhand.

Sava took off the magazine, looked at the bullets on it, and then snapped it on and turned on the safety of the pistol.

"I had no choice before, but now I want to be a good person!"

I used to be a gangster!

He is now 30 years old and has at least 20 years of shooting experience. His eyes twitched, and he pulled the railing next to him to rush up to the third floor.

He saw the police officers lying on the ground wailing.

The grenade just now did not kill them directly, but the fragments pierced into their flesh. People who have been bombed also know that adrenaline does not work all the time.

When Sava came up, he happened to see a woman holding a shotgun in her hand, opening the door and preparing to come out.

He raised his gun and shot!

He even covered his face with his right hand. This is the "bad habit" of gangsters in wild fights. It all depends on who is stronger.

Sava suddenly appeared, and the woman was not prepared at all. She was shot in the neck. Her eyes were blocked and the large blood vessels began to bleed directly.

He looked down at himself, and found himself unharmed. He was delighted, picked up the policeman's pistol that had fallen from the ground, and shouted, "Victor, bless me!"

Only in Mexico there is no "divine fighting".

He gritted his teeth and kicked the wooden door to pieces, and rushed in.

The police sergeant fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to call him.

Brother, you are so reckless!

But Sava had no idea at this time. The gang leader who taught him to shoot said that a fight is about courage, and see who is not afraid of death!

He rushed in and saw a man trying to climb out of the window. Sava pulled the trigger subconsciously, but he was too excited just now and ran out of bullets. He went up and grabbed his pants and pulled it back, and pressed it to the ground.

This is my son's future!

The two men fought, biting each other with their teeth, and the blue veins on their faces could be seen clearly. In the end, Sava was more powerful, and he pressed him to the ground and pinched his neck tightly.

He pushed his... hips hard with his knee.

"Ah!!"

The other party screamed, his eyes suddenly became cross-eyed, his face suddenly turned pale, the strength on his hands loosened, he lay on the ground and began to twitch.

Sava sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Don't move! Police!"

At this time, a team of police rushed in, pointing at him and shouting.

Sava raised his hand quickly, "Don't shoot, I'm a resident downstairs!"

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The ambulance and other support forces arrived soon, the injured police officer was sent to the hospital, and Sava was interrogated outside the door.

"Okay, you can go, but don't leave Tijuana."

Sava's face was bruised and swollen. After fighting with the criminal, the criminal's fist was hard, and many parts of his body were swollen afterwards. Hearing his words, he hesitated and asked cautiously, "Officer, is this considered a major meritorious service?"

The police looked at his eyes and nodded, "I will report it, as early as this week."

Sava grinned, thanked him vigorously, bowed, and applied an ice pack to his face. When he walked out of the cordon, he saw his wife and son waiting for him, and ran over.

"Dad!"

The son jumped into his arms. Sava looked at his wife's worried eyes, kissed the child, and pulled his face. The muscles on his face hurt so much that he gasped.

"Dad, does it still hurt? Let me blow for you."

Sava looked at his son puffing his mouth and blowing hard, that cute look, grinning, "It's okay, Dad doesn't feel any pain, you can go to a key primary school in a few months!"

"You have to study hard! Remember to buy a lot of delicious food for Dad."

Mexicans actually value family affection and education the most, but they were powerless before. Now the opportunity is in front of them, and Savoie can't let him slip away!

Several policemen were searching in the building.

"Boss! We found a lot of detonators and some items such as ammonium nitrate."

James Ryan, the leader of the National Guard, nodded, looked around, and suddenly his eyes froze. He seemed to see something, walked over slowly, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at the wall behind the TV.

A hole appeared.

A spider crawled out.

James Ryan frowned, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hole. This was a cardboard wall. It could be pulled with a strong pull. The police in the house looked over.

His eyes gradually widened.

When James Ryan pulled the entire wall panel open, the scene inside scared everyone.

More than a dozen mummies were lying there!

There was no tape wrapped outside, and a foul smell immediately came over. James Ryan frowned.

He thought he saw a mummy!

"OMG!"

"Knock down all the walls here!" James Ryan said loudly.

Several police officers hurriedly pulled open the surrounding walls and found more than 31 bodies.

The stench immediately made many police officers rush out to vomit. Their National Guard is not a veteran on the front line.

James Ryan looked normal. He suddenly squatted next to a corpse. He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. His chest was deflated. There was a dog tag on the neck of the corpse.

It was an ID card, a very small piece.

He pulled it hard and pulled it off. It smelled very fishy. He turned it over and his eyes widened.

FBI-Panagiotis Royeia!

The deceased is FBI?

Federal Bureau of Investigation?

Could it be that here...

James Ryan stood up and looked at the corpses in front, behind, and around. Are these all FBI?

Damn!

This is a big case!

It's not surprising to see the FBI in Mexico. From the perspective of international law, the United States can claim jurisdiction over criminal cases involving infringements on American citizens and legal persons. This is the case in most countries.

As the federal law enforcement agency of the United States, the FBI is responsible for foreign criminal justice cooperation. When such a situation occurs, they have to come forward. Such tasks are generally carried out in cooperation with local law enforcement agencies.

For example, the bombing of the US Embassy in Kenya was investigated by the US FBI and the Kenyan police. According to the law, if the CIA catches the target person overseas, it must actually be handed over to the FBI for interrogation.

Of course, this is only in theory.

If they don't care about you, you can't do anything.

But 31 FBIs died? Why didn't I hear about it?

James Ryan knew that he couldn't bear this news.

Quick, throw it to the top!

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At this time in Hermosillo.

Victor looked at the two plans submitted by the "Mexican Joint Operations Department" and was a little confused and frowned.

"They hope you can adopt the first one. No matter how you look at it, it is more... cost-effective." Casare sorted out the language and said.

The word cost-effective is used in special operations, which seems very... funny.

Plan 1: Use a passenger plane to hit the new judicial building.

"Damn, are their brains full of shit?" Victor was really angry and laughed. Is it necessary to be so direct?

"Do you want us to become international wanted criminals? This is a terrorist act!"

Do you think Victor has never thought about it?

Believe it or not, if we do this, the DEA will catch us and throw us to the Colombians tomorrow. This behavior is simply outrageous.

A cow doesn't give birth to a calf - it's too awesome!

Can such a thing be submitted directly?

It's all because of those bastard drug dealers. Can't you come to Mexico for a meeting? My artillery can also hit you by then.

Run so far.

Can't I support you in Mexico?

Casare was scolded so much that he finally knew why those people from the "Operation Department" didn't send it themselves.

"Burn it, and whoever proposed this plan, deduct your salary!"

Victor frowned and threw the document over, cursing, and looked at the second copy, which was also much more accurate.

They didn't use the US military's C-130, but they had to move. They found someone to hijack the pilot and then took him to fly around the Colombian sky.

This was used to deceive the CIA.

Just throw these bastards away, I will never cooperate with you.

CIA... Hey!

The DEA's High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and the Mexican EDM took a large private plane and flew to a private airport about 3 kilometers away from Santa Fe Bogota.

Just pay the money.

The passenger plane will not be so abrupt in the target.

The Colombian Mexican News Department provided assistance with transportation and rushed in directly. In order to cooperate with them, the agents fanned the flames in various important departments of the city and created chaos.

Attract the power of the local military and police.

When necessary... you can blow up the Colombian military airport so that their air force cannot take off.

According to Colombia's efficiency, a closed-loop encirclement will be formed in about 50 minutes, that is, the battle will be completed within 30 minutes, and then return to the private airport and take a plane back.

In a short period of time, Colombia has no idea what is going on. Can they still fly missiles in the sky?

This time is really tight.

But if everything goes well, we can welcome them tomorrow night.

Attached below is a list of recommended weapons to carry.

Individual air-to-air bombs are listed.

And each person has one, one person has two hands, that's two.

Are you planning to blow up the judicial building directly?

"If the aircraft is destroyed, the Special Operations Department's proposal is to enter Ecuador, Peru, and Venezuela and surrender to the local government. We can let the DEA put pressure on them through the United States. Being alive is victory."

Even if extradition is requested at that time, the Americans will waste time on the side, and Mexico will wave flags and shout on the side. At most, they will be imprisoned for a few years.

As long as they are alive, there is a way to get them out.

How dare you detain our three heroes in North America?

You don't want to die!

Victor thought it was highly feasible, so he signed his name and said, "Let's follow this plan. There's no need to notify Jonathan Panier and others from the DEA for now."

Casare nodded.

"Operation code: Gothic Snake!"

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