Chapter 202 Victor Is Permanently Wanted for Pablo!

A pocket watch rolled out of Passel Kit's jacket pocket, as if it had navigation installed, and rolled to Ricardo's feet.

The pocket watch opened.

The family photo inside was revealed.

"My wife is pregnant!"

"I want my child to be a drug enforcement officer!"

"For the blue and clear world!"

Passel Kit's words seemed to be still vivid in his mind. An American family sacrificed too much for the cause of drug control.

But as Romain Rolland said, "Even if the whole world is destroyed, justice cannot be absent."

Ricardo grabbed the pocket watch on the ground. He suddenly wondered when Mr. Victor would visit the United States to meet that American family.

"Be careful!"

Gomez kicked him to the ground with his back foot, dragged his machine gun back, and the bullets bounced on the stone in front of him.

On the rooftop of the northwest corner of the new judicial building, a ZU-23 anti-aircraft gun was directly leveled and fired!

The anti-aircraft gun was leveled, and military law... Fuck it!

Who cares about you!

ZU-23 anti-aircraft gun with ZAP-23 optical mechanical sight and T3 straight tube sight, this thing is a large modern rifle.

23mm caliber bullet.

What can the action team use to resist the machine gun?

It's just like little Karami met a great white shark, it's unreasonable.

Gomez lay on the ground, listening to the bullets flying over his head, half-opened his mouth, who knows what he was shouting?

This is very stressful!

No wonder he had to see a psychologist after the battlefield. High-intensity activity on the death line can easily make people collapse.

The famous psychologist, one of the two nuclear recruits, the gravedigger of Iwo Jima, and the general of cattle and horses, Tadamichi Kuribayashi, said: "Anyone will collapse in war!"

When Gomez thought he was going to die here, he felt that the twin machine guns stopped?

The sniper's voice came from the headset, "Dude, are you going to shove your dick into the ground? You can't fuck the earth through."

Ricardo, who was lying behind, also pulled Gomez's ankle, indicating that he could retreat, and the HEAT people had left the battlefield.

The two people were at the back!

MD, don't forget us!

In the abandoned rubble, two people ran quickly, and the helicopter gunship pilot in the sky seemed to be very confident in his combat skills.

Dive down, machine gun fire!

Bullets chased behind...

People ran in front.

"Ahhh!!!" Ricardo screamed, jumping on his feet.

But you fly so low...

Isn't this looking for death!

The action team member who had been eyeing the helicopter gunship for a long time took out a rocket launcher and fired a single barrel!

You are bulletproof glass, I can't shoot through you, but I can blow you up.

With the development of weapons to the current level, any weapon has its opponent, and there is no absolute best weapon.

When an armed helicopter worth hundreds or even tens of millions of dollars encounters an RPG worth thousands of dollars, you have to kneel down and call for help.

"Pull up! Pull up! Rocket launcher!!"

Another crew member saw the missile flying over and screamed with a distorted voice. He directly started to pull the joystick. Others grabbed the steering wheel of a car, but he directly shot the helicopter.

The Mi-28 was not controlled firmly, and the propeller directly hung on the building next to it. Sparks and lightning all the way, the rocket hit the side of the helicopter, half of the body was blown off, and a ball of fire fell directly.

What does this mean?

You have to pay attention to safety when driving any means of transportation.

The same is true for flying an airplane. People were killed directly.

EDM and HEAT retreated as planned. When they retreated, agents from the Mexican Ministry of Information created explosions in 11 places.

The war has been going on until now.

The Colombian government really can't sit still.

Security Minister Carlos Yelas Restrepo directly sent the military police to enter the scene and started to break up the fight. You are too lawless in the capital!

This is Santa Fe Bogota!

Colombia's face is there, there are many diplomats and foreign tourists, although it is maintained near the new judicial building, but you have armed helicopters and tanks.

What are you doing?

But as soon as the military police took action, Pablo called and cursed at Restrepo, saying all kinds of words such as bitch and bastard.

"You dare to meddle in my affairs!"

"Do you think the lives of your parents and your children are not lives!"

"Restrepo! I tell you, you are dead!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone before the minister could speak. How could an old man of almost 60 years old bear such intimidation? He covered his chest and began to feel pain.

Pablo is actually a good person.

He kept his word. If he said he wanted your whole family to die, then your whole family must die tomorrow!

When thinking about what was going to happen next, Restrepo's face was also a little frightened. Should he resign and leave?

Where to go?

America? No, the drug dealers there are also fierce.

How about Mexico?

It is said that Victor there is... quite polite.

However, he really couldn't figure out who made Pablo unhappy? Who dared to mess with him at this time?

American special forces?

I haven't heard of any action!

Restrepo took a deep breath and picked up the water cup on the table, his hands were still shaking.

When Pablo gets angry, he doesn't care who you are.

Colombian government forces?

Fight!

The 76th Brigade immediately exchanged fire with drug dealers, and the scope spread to the entire Santa Fe Bogota, including 400,000 people who were immediately involved in the war.

The fearless reporter stood on the rooftop and broadcast live to the people below.

But before he could say a few words, a grenade from nowhere fell on the rooftop, and in one shot, all the journalists were gone and the connection was broken.

The hosts in the Colombian TV station were all confused. They looked at each other and shouted a few words, but no one responded.

"OMG!" The female host exclaimed and covered her mouth.

"Try to connect again." The male host shouted.

After trying for a few minutes, the camera miraculously reappeared, but the scene was shocking.

The reporter lying in a pool of blood was shaking, and the camera could hear the breathing of tension and fear, as well as weak calls for help.

The iron door of the terrace was rudely knocked open, and a team of drug dealers wearing the "work clothes" of the Medellin Group rushed in. Seeing the reporter lying on the ground, they picked up their guns and shot!

"Ah!" The female reporter covered her eyes and dared not look directly.

The drug dealers almost named each one one by one, and those who were killed by grenades had to be shot twice more.

A drug dealer found that the camera at the bottom was still flashing red. He picked it up, and the face immediately appeared in front of all the Colombian audiences.

With triangular eyes, a big beard, a cigarette in his mouth, and a military green hat, he looked indifferent, like a gangster.

He smiled at the camera, slashed his neck with his right hand, made a throat-cutting gesture, pointed the gun at the camera, and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

It was directly broken.

The host in the TV station was restless, but still forced a smile, but in the end, the female host thought of the drug dealer's action and cried directly.

This scene was seen clearly by at least millions of people!

Taking advantage of the gap, the action team broke out in pieces, got on the newly prepared vehicles, and headed straight to the private airport, but received news on the way.

"What! All flights are banned in Colombia. OK, I understand." The employee of the Mexican News Department frowned, turned his head and looked at Kennedy and others, and said with a little ease, "Gentlemen, flying is not allowed in the sky. Maybe the Colombians are not in a good mood today."

"Map!"

The team members next to him hurriedly took out the map they carried with them, on which the "Mexican Joint Operations Department" marked the route.

Kennedy drew on it with his finger.

"Follow Plan B!"

"Enter Ecuador."

But there is no US military base in this place...

Kennedy looked at Jonathan Panier next to him, "Can the DEA get us out?"

Now it depends on whether the United States has face.

Among the three heroes of North America, Canada is a waste and Mexico is a scumbag. Now it all depends on the big brother.

Jonathan Panier nodded, "No problem."

I think so...

"Then go to Ecuador and report to Mr. Victor."

...

Victor said he didn't care about the actions of the "Joint Action Team", but he was actually very concerned.

Look at the points.

The points are rising.

After sorting by proportion, you can see which well-known drug lord died.

The first one is: Blanco.

Points: 210 million!

She is a rare female drug lord, which should also be due to the BUFF. In addition, she has been in the underworld for decades, and no less than 10,000 people have died directly or indirectly in her hands.

The next one is the second in the Cali Group: Miguel.

The points are slightly lower: 170 million!

The main reason is that he started later than Blanco, and the most important thing is that the Cali Group does not advocate violent solutions to problems. Yes, a drug cartel disguised as a "financial" tycoon, they are more like a Fortune 500.

They prefer to use money to pave the way.

There is a big conflict with Pablo's "violence theory".

Below are some people whose names I haven't heard of, but Gold Finger has also marked their affiliations very considerately.

What Guatemala Trout Gang, Colombian Armed Forces, etc., look like small fish at the name, but actually have a deep influence in Latin America.

So far, more than 500 people have been killed!

This wave of points brought 1.5 billion, and the total points directly reached 3 billion!

Next, we need to develop well. Relying on the two states, we need to boost the economy. The most important thing is to improve the armed forces after getting points, and it would be best to have a good relationship with the United States.

Mexico urgently needs an air force!

Dong Dong Dong~

Just as Victor was thinking about the next step, there was a knock on the door and Casare walked in. "Boss, there is news from the action team."

"Colombia has implemented air traffic control. The action team retreated to Ecuador. The DEA has been contacted and they will communicate with them."

"However, the sacrifice is a bit heavy."

"HEAT sacrificed 2 and 19 people... They said that Pablo ran away. Boss, this operation... failed!"

"Failed?"

"No, we succeeded."

Victor shook his head. "This time... The action is just to strike down his arrogance and tell him that drug trafficking should be done secretly. It is impossible to be open and aboveboard! "

"Rats should always hide in the sewers."

"He is not dead, but what about the other high-level officials of the Medellin and Cali groups? Aren't they dead too?"

"Pablo is a tough guy. We can't provide reinforcements. If we have an overseas base of the anti-drug forces in North America, we can completely get rid of them with our own means."

Mexico is 8,000 kilometers away from Colombia. What fighter jet can fly there?

The focus of this operation is to mess up the North American Drug Association and teach them a lesson. This is also the purpose of the DEA.

"Help me announce that the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency will issue a global wanted notice for Pablo!"

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