Chapter 199 Drug Dealers Use Mortars!!

"Now, you are allowed to ask questions!" Pablo half-nodded his head and said to the reporters below.

"Mr. Pablo, what do you think of the Colombian government's announcement that it will sign an extradition agreement with the United States?"

"What do you think?"

The smile on Pablo's face shrank, "Kill them all! As long as the idiot sitting in the presidential palace dares to sign this agreement, I swear, within an hour, his whole family will appear in the Magdalena River to feed piranhas!"

"This is a notice, not a warning."

What drug dealers hate most is extradition, and so is Mexico, because these beasts know that they can be unscrupulous in their own country, as comfortable as they want, and being in prison is like being at home.

But if you go to the United States, they will lock you up for two hundred years, and you will really have to die in prison, because drug dealers and government forces have fought more than once over this issue.

The reason why Pablo blew up the 203 passenger plane was actually to assassinate the popular presidential candidate at the time: Cesar Gaviria, who advocated signing an extradition agreement with the United States.

It was just that he canceled the trip at the last minute when he boarded the plane and escaped.

But this mad dog's behavior also made the shouts of many knowledgeable people in the country weaker.

"Next question."

These reporters were frightened by Pablo's words.

This behavior of drug dealers intimidating the person in charge of a country is simply outrageous.

"Sir." A female reporter spoke, and she stuttered a little.

"Don't be nervous, are you still afraid that I will eat you?" Pablo said with a smile. Looking at the other person's curvy figure, especially the big waves, he liked it very much. He also became gentle to vnr.

"What is the main purpose of your association?"

"Let everyone have affordable drugs!"

Pablo stretched out his finger, "I said before that we will control the bargaining power of drugs in the entire Latin American region and regulate the responsibilities of various drug lords. We will issue the "North American Drug and Drug Lord Code of Conduct" and give you a copy at that time. "

This is really becoming more and more formalized.

The female reporter sighed in her heart. It was already difficult to deal with Pablo alone. Now... there are so many dirty beasts. What can I do?

And Ethan Hunt, who was standing next to him, stood like a minion. He quietly watched the other party pretending to be cool. He was also blessed by Blanco, otherwise he really didn't have the qualifications to stand here.

The words of the steel wool ball-rich start!

Suddenly, he felt the warmth in his palms. He turned his head and saw his "fiancée" looking at him, "Don't worry, you will stand in that position sooner or later."

Ethan Hunt: "? ? ? ? "

What am I going to do when I stand there? Do I want to be used as a target?

He smiled at Blanco and raised his hand to check the time.

It's nine o'clock!

"Start! ”

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8:30 AM, US time.

At a private airport three kilometers away from Santa Fe Bogota.

As soon as the plane stopped, a dozen action team members came down from above, rushed into the tower, and directly controlled the people inside!

“Gentlemen, please lie on the ground!”

The boss was so scared that he held his head in his hands, MD!

Isn’t it an ordinary passenger plane, but only big shots are coming?

Why are they all... gangsters!

The Colombian branch of the Mexican International News Department arranged 6 cars and 4 vans, and the outside was painted: For the Medellin Group only!

“Take a break for 30 minutes. At nine o’clock, there will be explosions in three places. At that time, the nearest police will definitely rush over. According to our on-site investigation, this road is closest to the new judicial building. Within 30 minutes, we will continue to place bombs in 12 areas where drug dealers are active. No matter what, you must withdraw! "

The employee of the intelligence department took out a map and said to Kennedy and Jonathan Panier.

"Of course, don't worry about getting lost, my companions will take you there!"

This is simply a perfect service.

Kennedy nodded, thanked him, rolled up the map, and walked back to the action team, "Everyone get in the car, check the guns and bullets, and fill your stomach."

The EDM and the High-risk Target Arrest Team (HEAT) are all elite backbones, sitting quietly.

"Hey, Ricardo, remember to follow me later, you are my deputy machine gunner!" A police sergeant said to his companion.

Ricardo ate compressed biscuits, patted the drums on both sides of his tactical vest, and raised his thumb.

"Aren't you nervous?" A member of the (HEAT) sitting behind him suddenly asked, holding out his hand, "Parcel Kitt!"

The deputy machine gunner Ricardo glanced at him, then looked at his companions, smiled and shook his head, "Victor will bless us! "

The American was startled, smiled and nodded, took out a pocket watch from his jacket pocket, opened it with a click, and pointed to the family portrait on it in a familiar manner, "This is my father, this is my mother, this is me, and this is my wife."

Ricardo and the other man looked at each other, "Is your father also a policeman?"

"Well, he was also a narcotics officer, he died, in San Francisco, he was also an employee of the DEA, he also encouraged me to join the DEA."

Sacrificed.

It was an understatement!

"You know?"

"My wife is pregnant!"

Parcel Kitt smiled happily, "If I can't go back this time, he will be the fourth generation of narcotics officers in our family, he will join the DEA, he will become the guardian of the United States, he will become the guardian of the world!"

"My ideals will never dry up."

Ricardo stood in awe!

"Brother, you will go home, you will see your wife give birth to your child, you will also see that he will smile at you."

Americans also have fighters who are truly willing to sacrifice for the world.

On the road of drug control, you can see fighters from various countries, they abandon barriers, conflicts, contradictions and stand on a united front.

This is a glorious journey of humanity!

Parcel Kit kissed his pocket watch, "I'll go home!"

Kennedy, who was in the front car, looked at his watch, staring at the second hand, when the time hit nine o'clock.

"It's started!"

Boom!!!

An explosion suddenly sounded in the city

It was on time.

A mushroom cloud was rising?

How much was released?

"Action!"

Kennedy pressed the headset decisively, and the EDM player who was driving the car stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, knocking the gate of the airport away.

At the same time.

There was chaos in the city of Santa Fe Bogota!

People screamed and fled in all directions, and some of those who ran slowly were pushed to the ground by the people behind them, and they stepped over them directly.

Even if there were drug dealers blocking them in front, they had to run forward!

"Don't! Don't run!"

A drug dealer who was blocking the road shouted loudly, standing on the edge of the pickup truck, but he didn't know who pulled him and fell off the car.

He was stepped on and torn in the face, screaming.

The angry Minister of Security Restrepo in the office heard the explosion and rushed to the window, and saw people running wildly on the street.

He ran out of the office immediately.

"Go and check what's going on!"

MD?

Did the Medellin Group set off a bomb to celebrate?

In fact, Pablo was also confused. He frowned and looked at the explosion in the distance. There was one explosion that was particularly close to the new judicial building, and he could feel the ground shaking a few times.

He waved to his brother Ochoa to signal him to come up.

"Go and see! Who is making trouble here? Kill him!" He said with a gloomy face, and Ochoa nodded.

Pablo looked at the reporters who were a little panicking below and stretched out his hand, "Don't be nervous, ladies and gentlemen. In Colombia, the presidential palace is not as safe as my place."

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How long does it take to drive three kilometers?

It took the action team less than 3 minutes to get from the private airport to Santa Fe Bogota.

At the city gate, they saw a man riding a motorcycle. After seeing the license plate, he gave them a thumbs up, put on a helmet, and led the way.

"Follow him!"

Kennedy pointed and said.

When the convoy drove into the city, they saw that it was really... a mess inside!

It was surprisingly smooth!

They could see the new judicial building, but they also saw the drug dealers' pickup trucks in front. They obviously saw this strange convoy. A drug dealer stood up quickly with a cigarette in his mouth and stood behind the heavy machine gun.

Kennedy pulled his mask and looked fierce, "Victor! Long live!"

He leaned out of the window and fired at the drug dealers!

Bang, bang, bang!

The bullets were fired at the man's face, and his face was hit like a hornet's nest.

The team member in the back seat threw a grenade and rolled into the pickup truck. The rest of the drug dealers jumped out of the car in fear. The grenade exploded while the man was still in the air!

beng! !

The shock wave directly knocked them to the ground.

One of them just rolled in front of the car, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and pressed his head directly over. The clothes hung on the ground and dragged the car.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Kennedy got out of the car and pressed the headset, "Jonathan, you lead the people to attack the judicial building, and EDM will block the reinforcements on the periphery!"

"Understood!"

A calm reply came from the headset channel.

The drug dealer's perimeter defense system is not bad. The most important thing is that the Colombian drug dealers have really fought in wars, and they have also deployed people on the commanding heights on both sides.

When seeing the sudden scene, the reaction was extremely fast.

Set up the M60 general-purpose machine gun and shoot at the bottom!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

The bullet swept through the convoy, piercing the glass. A HEAT member sitting in the back was shot in the neck and groaned. He fell directly on his comrade, and blood splattered.

"Jack! Fuck! Fuck!" The comrade covered his neck and hurriedly took out gauze, but the other party vomited blood and died immediately.

The car body was shot into a sieve.

As long as the tires can still move, they can continue to run and rush towards the judicial building.

"Suppress! Suppress!"

"Group one, sniper! Control the high point of the building inside the house!"

Kennedy pressed the earphone and gave orders loudly.

The drug dealer on the commanding height held the trigger and did not let go, and the bullets were consumed quickly, "Load!"

He shouted to the deputy machine gunner next to him.

The latter hurriedly took out the belt of ammunition, just stuck in the groove, and covered it with a pat. Before he had time to be happy, his head exploded directly, it really exploded, and it was directly mosaiced.

The flesh and blood fell into the machine gunner's mouth!

Sniper!

The machine gunner shivered with fear, subconsciously looked in the direction where the bullet flew, and saw that a gun muzzle in the opposite building was already pointed at him.

"Fuck!"

He squatted down quickly with his head in his hands. A hole was punched in the wall behind him. He squatted under the glass, pulled the machine gun, and then ran out of the room like a dog.

The EDM sniper was about to move when he saw more than 20 pickup trucks coming from the street not far away!

"Northwest direction, enemy reinforcements! The number is about 120!"

"Northeast direction, enemy reinforcements! The number is 300!"

Kennedy's face was solemn. Just as he was about to give an order, he heard the sniper's terrified roar in the headset.

"Mortar!!!"

The sniper saw that Toyota pickup truck.

It was actually... equipped with a mortar? !

81mm mortar!

CNMD!

Drug dealers or rebels? !

Kennedy was also a little confused. He raised his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw more than a dozen shells falling down in a parabola.

Boom boom boom boom…

EDM also felt the pain of being bombed.

On the street…

The ground was blown to pieces!

The windows of the surrounding shops had long been blown away.

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