Chapter 201 "Sorry, You Talk Too Much Nonsense!"

Blanco was delighted when she saw Ethan Hunt's silence.

She certainly didn't want to die.

If she could let the other party find out how difficult it was for her, wouldn't she be able to save her life?

Her voice rolled, and she was about to continue speaking.

Then she heard Ethan Hunt ask, "Are you done?"

Blanco was startled, and the other party took out a gun and pointed it at his head: "Biu!"

The bullet hit his head directly, and the blood splashed from the back, instantly dyeing the tiles on the wall red.

A hole appeared on the back of his head.

Blanco opened his eyes, his face full of horror, leaned against the wall, his body softened, and he slid down directly, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

"Sorry, you talk too much nonsense!"

Ethan Hunt's face twitched, and he thought of being tied to the bed by the other party and then raped himself. This is humiliating!

It's like you go out to play PC, and then take in a customer, a short and greasy fat guy (like me), you look at his obscene smile and have to cooperate with him to shout a few times.

I! Here! Sell! Myself!

I had no choice before, but now... I don't want to press "F" anymore!

You still want men to bow to you?

Damn, I'll just go up and slap you.

I'll kill you, and that's enough for you to "take care" of me.

Ethan Hunt is a typical ruthless person!

Perhaps because he was afraid that Blanco had too much fat, he continued to shoot at his head. This time he should be hopeless.

After taking a last look, he pulled the cigarette butt out of his mouth and threw it into the urinal. This kind of cigarette butt is an open flame, so be careful when burning.

Well... it's all exploded outside, you said be careful of fire.

As expected, he came from a Mexican mental hospital.

He washed his hands and when he walked out of the toilet, he saw Jonathan Panier rushing up with his men. The other party also saw him and subconsciously raised his gun.

"Hi, Victor!"

Ethan Hunt quickly raised his hand and shouted.

Jonathan Panier tried to lift the muzzle of his teammate's gun, but the other party still pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the light above Ethan's head, which scared him.

Almost scrapped!

"Put down the weapon!" Jonathan shouted vigilantly.

Ethan Hunt threw the pistol on the ground and was pressed to the ground by two strong men. "Hey, guys, be gentle."

"Are you a Mexican intelligence officer?"

"Of course! I'm the ace!"

Ace... duck!

Jonathan Panier looked carefully and nodded slowly. Only Victor's people are so... shameless.

He reached out and patted the teammate's shoulder, signaling them to let go.

"Why are you here?"

Ethan Hunt got up and moved around. Hearing this, his hand paused, "The intelligence is confidential."

The American looked at him deeply, waved his hand, and signaled that he could leave. Ethan smiled and thanked him, and asked him politely, "Would you like a cigarette?"

"Go!"

Jonathan Panier said with a dark face.

Americans are so humorless.

After watching him leave, the team continued to sweep towards the judicial building!

Ethan Hunt, who left the building, looked in the direction and ran to a place with less gunfire. He had to go back to perform his mission.

He was the Mexican consultant mentioned by Pablo himself.

What? Blanco is dead?

But I got married with her.

That's right, the two registered their marriage in Colombia, but they didn't have a wedding banquet. Of course, they used pseudonyms.

Even if Blanco is dead, you, Pablo, have to consider the incense.

I have to say that Ethan Hunt is very bold!

The motto of the Mexican International News Department: "Only the stars are higher than us"!

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Kennedy’s face was covered in dust. He took off the NVG windproof goggles produced by ESS on his face. The goggles were a little cracked. He threw them aside and leaned against the corner, stuffing bullets into his magazine.

The mortars just now!

I was dizzy.

Intelligence said that Colombian drug dealers had very elite weapons and should be bombed by the air force, but Kennedy also knew that what fighter jet could fly 4,000 kilometers from Mexico to Colombia?

And then fly back?

Victor’s anti-drug force needs an overseas base!

Especially in South America, a military base can definitely solve most problems.

Hearing the sound of the car engine, Kennedy looked up and saw a pickup truck coming out. The drug dealer driving the machine gun looked around vigilantly and saw him hiding in the store at a glance. He shouted in panic to remind his teammates.

As soon as he finished speaking, bang!

His head was blown up by the M82A1 sniper rifle!

Like a watermelon.

The sniper hiding in the opposite building was about to continue shooting when he saw a flash on the floor at 10 o'clock, which seemed to be... a sniper scope, and he subconsciously shrank his head.

biu——!

The bullet penetrated the wall behind him.

"The red-roofed building at 10 o'clock, on the fourth floor! Do you see it? Sniper him, I'll be your bait!" The sniper shouted to his assistant.

The other party made an OK gesture, took a deep breath, and turned off the safety of the RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher next to him.

Single-barrel, scope, effective distance 800 meters.

Isn't this a sniper... tube?

The sniper took off his helmet and slowly pushed it up with a wooden stick, revealing his head. As soon as his head was exposed, he was killed instantly!

Cheng!

The helmet was blown away.

At this gap, the assistant ran to the window, quickly locked the position with his eyes, aimed, and fired!

Come on!

Sniper at the middle door!

I used a slightly larger caliber.

The drug dealer who was pulling the bolt was confused. When he saw the other party raise the rocket launcher, his head was buzzing.

"OMG!"

Boom!

Straight to the sky.

Obviously, sniper rifles are inferior to rocket launchers to a certain extent.

"Quickly change places!"

The two people ran to other rooms in a slightly embarrassed manner. A few minutes later, the mortars fired at this side.

And in another alley.

"Ricardo! Load! Load, are you fucking dead?" Police Sergeant Gomez shouted.

The eight of them were blocked in a building in the alley. There were groups of drug dealers outside, and it was tingling to look at them. Only the pickup trucks came in and it was difficult to turn around.

"What are you yelling about!"

"I can hear you!"

Ricardo covered his ears and responded loudly, took out the drum and handed it over. Gomez loaded the bullet and continued to fire, suppressing the firepower, but found something wrong, the barrel was a little hot!

"Where is the spare barrel?!"

Ricardo touched behind him, and his heart suddenly turned cold, fuck, empty!

Gomez glanced at him and cursed, "You are definitely sent by that idiot God to harm me."

"Don't worry, I still have a way."

Ricardo took off his pants, took out his stuffed toy, and started peeing into the gun barrel.

! ! !

Gomez was shocked. When the urine splashed on his face and lips, a smell of urine hit him, almost making him retch.

"I... vomit! Fuck!"

Ricardo pointed to the front, "Survive, survive and let you fuck!"

Really generous!

"EDM, HEAT, the number of drug dealers exceeds the target..."

The same channel voice of the intelligence department came from the headset.

The special operations team was fighting inside, and they were not idle outside, observing the speed and number of drug dealers gathering, and trying to provide them with cover.

Outside a house, two employees of the Mexican International News Department were watching with binoculars. Many drug dealers appeared on the street one after another, holding various weapons and rushing towards the new judicial building.

Two Mi28 armed helicopters flew overhead!

The "downwash" brought by the helicopters almost blew away the two intelligence officers. When they looked up, they were also nervous.

In mid-air, one of them fired a 9M114 missile directly at the new judicial building. This was Pablo's anger.

The missile flew steadily towards the building, regardless of who was lying on the ground inside. It hit a wall and the explosion directly cut off a corner of the building.

The people hiding inside were unlucky. There were almost no lucky survivors.

Jonathan Panier felt the building shaking, and the wind blew in from the gap. It was not cool at all, and he just felt sweaty.

They stood in the corridor, with stylish floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, and they could see the scene outside. They were horrified to see an armed helicopter aimed at them.

"Get down! Get down!!"

Jonathan Panier shouted in horror.

Thud~

It paused, but then continued to roar, thud thud thud thud! !

The machine gun fired directly.

Four or five team members were still in the middle, and they were hit by bullets and blood was everywhere. The bodies fell from the top and fell on the roof, sliding down like mud.

The car also sounded an alarm, woooo~

Jonathan Panier's lips were dry. Listening to the intelligence sharing in the headset, looking at the chaotic battlefield, he glanced at his watch, and the time was gone.

"Kennedy, retreat! Retreat according to the plan!"

"Received!"

EDM, who was blocking the periphery, was also not feeling well. Kennedy swore that he really... really couldn't believe that he saw a T55 tank here! !

It also said: Long live Medellin!

"Fuck you!"

How outrageous is it for such a thing to happen?

A drug dealer's tank appeared in the capital?

In fact, there is a story behind this. As everyone knows, Pablo doesn't like Americans very much, but if you want to get involved, you have to hug someone.

He hugged the Soviets.

This is also one of the reasons why the United States must kill him later!

In the 1960s, Colombia was one of the most chaotic countries in the world. Against the backdrop of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, Colombia has not been able to get rid of the troubles of civil war, and the situation of the civil war has become more complicated after the crisis in 1962.

This is not only because the geographical location of this country is very critical, allowing the two superpowers of the United States and the Soviet Union to cultivate their own spokespersons here, but also because of the special geographical conditions of Colombia.

Then in this place, the agent began!

Those who are familiar with the history of Colombia know that the country has serious internal strife, so serious that you don’t even know that he is fighting internally.

As the largest local drug trafficking group, Medellin is of course also the target of the Soviet Union’s wooing. It is even rumored that the bear asked him to take down Santa Fe Bogota and put a nail in the back garden of the United States.

Provide him with armed helicopters and tanks. As long as you dare to ask, we dare to give it!

Therefore, before the Mexican drug dealers came to the door, Pablo had secretly transported some military weapons to Santa Fe Bogota, and even built several airports to meet the take-off of military aircraft.

Otherwise, as a drug dealer, no matter how rampant you are, can you reach this point?

It was also not long after the Russian bear landed that Pablo was killed.

There is no trick here, Victor eats shit backwards.

Rather than saying that the Latin American region is a wild dance of a makeshift team, it is better to say that it is a product left over from the Cold War. In the final analysis, the poor are just the bottom people.

Crime is something that you can't stop once you let it go.

So, Victor wants to kill all drug dealers!

To a certain extent, the CIA and KGB are his opponents, but fortunately the Russian bear is dying.

But pulling out the T55 is something no one expected.

Pablo... is he crazy?

No matter how much work he has done before, once he encounters such a thing, the plan is just a plan!

It is unreasonable for the T55 to appear in the hands of drug dealers.

The (D-10T) 100mm rifled tank gun aimed at the position of the EDM team members and fired a shell.

Boom!

The car body slid backwards, and the drug dealer who had never learned the coordination of infantry and tank happened to be standing behind it. He was directly crushed and rolled into the track. He screamed, and it was obvious that his bones were broken.

But who cares about you at this time.

The huge explosion directly blew the two EDM members hiding behind the scrapped car into pieces.

"Hey, hey, hey! Firepower team, are you blind? Blow it up! Blow it up!"

EDM has nothing much, but it is equipped with a lot of rocket launchers, which are mainly used to provide individual firepower. Victor would feel uncomfortable if he went out without some big guys.

Hearing Kennedy's order, the EDM member who was stuck in the firepower point fired two high-explosive bombs at the T55.

The T-55 tank has more advantages than its main competitors, the US M48 Patton tank and the British Centurion tank. It is lighter in weight, and has the upper hand in firepower, protection and reliability.

This old ox is hardworking, but there is no need to exaggerate and flatter him.

After all, it was a product of 45 years ago. It was still very commonly used in the Afghan War, mainly because it was cheap.

The Russians produced a classic.

But the thickness of the military steel plate is only 100 mm. Do you want to receive the high-explosive bombs of the current rocket launcher?

Let me put it this way...

Have you bought insurance? How much is the third-party insurance?

The commander saw the EDM members using the rocket launcher and shouted for the driver to dodge quickly!

The drug dealer who was knocked over was immediately pressed by the track. He screamed when dozens of tons of things pressed on him.

The rocket hit the vehicle body!

The explosion directly caused the connection between the turret and the vehicle body to be "separated from the body!"

T55!

You drove into the street fighting, aren't you a target?

Obviously the military advisors didn't teach you much, and the Soviets got dizzy after drinking two meals.

The T55's turret exploded four or five meters high, but that was not the end. Then there was a secondary explosion. Due to the small space inside the tank, there were dozens of artillery shells, thousands of machine gun bullets and hundreds of gallons of fuel stored. Once these high-risk items were ignited and exploded, the entire tank would be blown into scrap metal.

The people inside...

It was good enough to leave a complete body.

This is why, when you can see on the battlefield that many tank crews jump out of the car when they see armed personnel holding RPGs.

The shock wave generated by the secondary explosion flattened the surrounding drug dealers!

You can see with the naked eye...

An air circle hung everyone on the ground.

Directly cleared a window.

Kennedy's eyes lit up.

"Everyone retreat!"

"Gomez, machine gun team cover!"

Hearing the order in the headset, the machine gun team quickly responded and set up machine guns to fire at the destroyed building.

Ricardo also saw the HEAT withdrawn.

"Hi! Parcel Kit." He saw an acquaintance and called out.

The running American looked over, grinned, and raised his middle finger at him, and Ricardo smiled in response.

Whoosh!

Puff!!!

But before the smile faded, Parcel Kit's head exploded directly, and his body ran two steps below before falling heavily to the ground.

Ricardo's smile.

Stiff!

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