Chapter 197 "For the Blue and Clear World!"

Casare took the first document of the "Mexican Special Joint Operations Department" and went out to burn it.

When he went out, he met a staff member who was running over in a hurry, "Sir, Officer Kennedy wants to see you."

Fat Ka frowned and handed the document in his hand to the other party, "Take it and deal with it."

He just said it casually, and the staff member was a college student before, with little work experience. Seeing the document that the other party casually handed to him, he thought it was an ordinary document, and threw it into the trash can next to him without even looking at it.

Such confidentiality awareness!

Sooner or later, there will be problems.

Intelligence is something that you don't know when it will be leaked. If you take a photo casually, people will know your specific location.

There have even been many famous intelligence leaks.

Especially in the United States...

A private first class was playing games and sent more than 3,000 confidential documents to netizens who were also military enthusiasts, including specific data of main battle tanks.

Let's say so at the time.

His game friends were also confused.

Not a brother, are you serious?

After the staff casually threw the file in, they never cared about it again.

The work at hand was not finished yet. Hermosillo still had a lot of things to do, such as post-war reconstruction and population registration.

I hope...

This file will not be seen by others.

Victor, who was in the office, received a call from Tijuana.

"What?"

"31 FBI bodies?"

Victor was frightened to hear Alejandro's words.

That's the FBI!

Let's put it this way, the CIA is in the country, and the FBI can arrest him at will!

In fact, the most legendary time should be when Hoover was there. The CIA asked them to monitor two suspected Soviet spies in the United States. Hoover refused on the spot: We are not working for the CIA! You can do this yourself.

The dirty things of the two families are nothing more than revolving around power.

No one is willing to give in.

The CIA's overseas funding is not transparent, and it often does some "interrogation" work. This should be the responsibility of the FBI. Aren't you taking advantage of my cake?

I can't kill you at home, but the CIA is very ruthless abroad.

"It is not certain at present. We only found FBI dog tags in 6 of the bodies. The identities of the others are unknown. The forensic doctor initially determined that the time of death was at least more than 1 year, and some of them were abused before death, even..."

Alejandro hesitated.

"Even what?"

Victor frowned and asked, "Even some of their organs are missing."

Killing people for organs?

It was taken by the FBI?

Damn, the locals shouldn't be so fierce, right?

This...

Victor didn't know what to say. His mood was complicated. His mind began to spin rapidly. It was a bit difficult to contain the news. Such a big case must be told to the Americans.

Who knows the real murderer?

Maybe he had been swept away by Victor a long time ago.

He was thinking, can he get the FBI's support? DEA is too weak, and he should make allies.

Make more friends and kill enemies!

"Did you find CIA signs at the scene?" Victor suddenly asked.

Alejandro was startled and frowned.

He didn't understand what he meant.

If it was Casare, he would definitely say, "Boss, CIA body fluids were found."

As for why they were found, no one knows why.

Maybe CIA body fluids can be stored for a long time?

"Did you find anything from the CIA?" Victor raised his voice again. This guy didn't want to make any progress. He really couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

Just let him get something on the CIA.

If there is no murderer, then create a murderer.

Anyway, everything is the CIA's fault.

The FBI may care about who killed their employees, but they would definitely like the CIA to suffer a setback. You are the biological son, and so am I. Don't think that your "father" is now the top leader, but I am still the prince.

Alejandro understood now, and he was silent for a while, "The CIA badge was found in a person's abdominal cavity."

Victor responded, "Find a reporter to spread this matter. If someone comes to interview you, you can say that this is just temporary evidence, and the specific murderer is still unknown."

Answer questions in an ambiguous way.

The more you deliberately act as a riddler, the more the "uncrowned king" will mark the answer for you. Reporters... only pursue the truth!

Whatever is explosive, pursue it.

31 FBI employees' lives were thrown on the head of the CIA, and it depends on whether the director William Webster, who is already a mess, will step down.

"Understood...Understood."

"Well, let the bullets fly for a while in the United States. It would be more interesting if the CIA and the FBI fought each other on the street." Victor said with a smile and hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone.

Alejandro leaned back in the boss chair, sweating a little.

Victor is going to beat the CIA to death!

His expression was slightly struggling.

He just wanted to show off in Mexico, and Victor said that he would let him climb up all the way. Kuaukmote will be him in the future?

But Alejandro has very complicated emotions about the United States.

He used to yearn for it.

Now... he yearns for it even more!

Offending the CIA is not a good idea.

But can he offend Victor?

If he doesn't do what the other party wants, based on Alejandro's understanding, what he can give himself, he can also take back!

"Hu~"

Take a deep breath, open your mouth and exhale, then hold the phone, "Ask James Ryan to come to my office."

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9pm, US time.

At Hermosillo Airport.

A C-130 taxis on the runway with flashing lights.

You should have come with an AC-130 attack aircraft, so you don't have to send anyone.

But the Eagle Sauce still wants to save face and reputation. Just blow up the new judicial building to stop drugs?

Then can I still be the boss of Latin America?

The most important thing is that the Russian bear is not dead yet, and there is still pressure. After the millennium, when all moral integrity is lost.

I said 100,000 barrels of oil!

Yes, load it onto the ship today.

You don't want to do it?

Then I'll do it myself, sweetie, I'm older, you bear with it.

After the C-130 stopped, the hatch opened and Jonathan Panier came out wearing a desert-colored bulletproof vest, followed by members of the High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT).

Victor smoked a cigarette and looked at the equipment.

Really rich.

Equipped with a tactical light and a reflex sight RO727 rifle, which is a type of CAR-15, and also equipped with an M733 with a silencer.

Several people carried M72 LAW anti-tank rocket launchers, and some were equipped with M203 grenade launchers.

Victor also saw three snipers equipped with Barrett M82A1, which Delta State has not yet equipped.

You DEA used it first.

When Victor saw Jonathan Panier's outfit, he was startled. "You lead the team?"

"I used to be a member of the High-risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT). I came here because Mexico lacked a supervisor. But this time, I will be in charge of the DEA."

No wonder he looks so big and strong. It turns out that he came from the military camp.

"Listen to our plan first."

"Of course."

Victor then told him the plan. Jonathan Panier was startled. Use C-130 to confuse the CIA?

And then take a private jet?

What kind of strategy is this?

"This...this..."

Jonathan Panier frowned subconsciously. As a traditional American, he was still very proud. All the plans of the DEA Operations Department were overturned, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Man, I'd rather hold a celebration party for you than a memorial service for you. You don't want to lie in a cold national cemetery, do you?"

"Of course not! My wish is to put my ashes in a rocket and fly into the sky!"

MD, Americans all want to be sky-piercing monkeys.

"It will come true." Victor said perfunctorily, he looked at his watch, "What do you think?"

It's about to take off, you ask me how it's going.

Can I still go home?

Like that "fishing fairy" Sasaki Aric? The longest-lived one in the Kamikaze Suicide Squad.

Jonathan Panier could only agree, looking at him deeply, "I hope your plan will go smoothly."

Victor just nodded, he walked towards the EDM players not far away.

"Stand at attention!"

Seeing him coming, Kennedy shouted, and all the police officers stood straight.

"Gentlemen, how about EDM?"

The police officers were stunned, but someone immediately answered, "Awesome!"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Everything is ready!"

"The fist force of Colombian drug dealers is lying in ambush here. Believe me, this will be a fierce battle. We have rehearsed the whole plan countless times, but from the moment you land, the plan is worthless."

"It is certain that our brothers will be killed. I can guarantee you. Don't let your emotions control you. There are 8 million residents in that city and there may be 10,000 enemies. When I go home, I don't want to go back with shame. I don't want to be entangled in the right decision and stay awake all night."

Victor looked at the familiar face in front of him and raised his hand.

"Twenty years from now, you'll be glad you fought in that war, when your grandson sits on your knee by the fireplace and asks you, 'Grandpa, what were you doing in Operation Gothic Serpent? ' You won't have to cough awkwardly, move your grandson onto your other knee, and stammer, 'Ah... Grandpa, I was shoveling manure. "Brothers, you can look him in the eye and say confidently: 'Grandson, I fought side by side with that son of a bitch Victor Carlos Vieri in the Mexican anti-drug force EDM!"

"For the ideals of mankind!"

"For a clear blue world!"

"For a world without drugs, for everyone to have a smile, for children not to panic."

Victor paused, tears in his eyes, "For the greatest cause of mankind!"

"Charge!"

Kennedy and other EDM police officers heard this pre-war mobilization and raised their hands excitedly, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Jonathan Panier and the members of the High Risk Target Arrest Team (HEAT) watched this scene, they were very quiet.

It was a night.

That was a man, telling his warriors about his dreams. Don't laugh at their impracticality. Listen, there is too much noise in this world, but there are always people who are silently paying.

Jonathan Panier looked at Victor's back, and he also felt the charm of the other party, which was extremely inspiring, and his heart was surging.

A beam of moonlight shone down, but it seemed to be particularly partial to him, illuminating his body with greatness.

Jonathan Panier smiled and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Damn Victor Carlos Vieri!"

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