Chapter 470 I Admit You Are Fierce, but I Am Cheating!

Washington Medical College!

The ambulance rushed to the emergency room with flashing lights and shrill sirens.

An American with a broken leg sitting in a wheelchair just came out. He was so scared that he trembled and leaned to the side. He fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could curse.

Three bloody strong men rushed down from a Cadillac behind the ambulance. One of them grabbed the wheelchair, and two dragged him. They pulled him aside as if throwing away garbage.

"Hey!"

The American shouted in dissatisfaction, but when the other party turned his head, the fierce eyes scared him so much that he swallowed the words in his mouth.

There was still a... smirk on his face.

I saw a patient pushed down from the car, and there were 4 doctors next to him? !

Damn!

What a big shot?

But... this is too miserable. The body is full of blood, and the flesh can't be seen clearly. The left leg is broken and blood is still dripping.

Just as he was pushed in...

More than a dozen ambulances rushed into the hospital, and the scene made people tremble.

The American with a broken leg hurriedly climbed up, lifted the chair, sat in a wheelchair and ran away.

"No hope, this one is gone, the brain has exploded." In the emergency room, screams were heard.

A batch of people had been sent in before...

Many people were covered with white cloth.

Before he finished speaking, a strong man next to him pushed him hard and slammed him against the wall, his eyes red, "Help! I said help! She can still be saved!"

"Do you know who she is?"

"Her name is Manuel Jacqueline, the Minister of Labor, save her!! I told you to save her!"

The doctor behind him hurriedly grabbed him and signaled him to calm down.

The doctor looked at him, was silent for a while, and pulled open the white cloth on the bed next to him. There was a man underneath, who was a little fat, but half of his head was gone.

"His name is Colin Luther Powell, you should know him."

"The one next door is Brown Weiss."

"The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States Army."

The doctor pushed him away, "Everyone is dying, I am also very sad, but please don't disturb me to save people now!"

The strong man covered his face and sat on the ground all of a sudden, crying like a helpless child.

The high-ranking bureaucrats in the United States were thrown away like garbage.

But there is really no way...

There is no need to send him to the ICU, the bombing is coming, and no one recognizes him.

The reporters who heard the news jumped out of the car like sharks, carrying long guns and short guns and rushed into the hospital.

They were blocked by the Secret Service.

The two sides pushed each other.

"We have the right to know! The public has the right to know. Where are you from? Secret Service? Why did this happen? Are you professional? What did you do with the taxpayers' money? Is it true that you are taking drugs?"

A reporter wearing glasses shouted. Before he finished speaking, a fist hit him, cracking the lens of his glasses, and he was in pain.

"Hit them, kill these reporters!"

I don't know who shouted, but the angry Secret Service members exploded, rushed up to punch and kick the reporters, and some picked up chairs and threw them.

The patients who were receiving treatment nearby were in a commotion, and hurried to the side, fearing that they would be affected, but they all liked to watch the excitement.

I can't kill Mexican Victor.

Can't I beat you?

The security guard of Washington Medical College: Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Just standing by and shouting.

But those reporters were not just there to eat and do nothing, especially those carrying cameras. They were physically weak and could not do this, so the two sides just fought.

There were hurried footsteps at the door. When Clinton's bodyguard Rich Miller arrived with the IRS and the Criminal Investigation Bureau, he saw this scene and pulled out his gun and fired three shots upwards.

The ceiling was broken.

"Stop!"

"Pull them apart!"

The armed forces of the tax department rushed up and pulled them apart. After they separated, the scene in front of him made Rich Miller's mouth twitch.

He saw that there were more members of the Special Intelligence Agency lying on the ground than reporters.

NMD...

Really useless!

"Take them all away." He waved his hand and said.

He walked into the emergency room and looked at the purgatory-like scene with a gloomy look.

"Rich Miller?"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a weak voice came from behind. He turned his head and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair with gauze tied all over his body.

"Hobert?!"

He saw the other person's face was shocked. This was his teammate in the Navy SEALs. It was said that he was the personal bodyguard of a certain consortium boss.

"You were also at the scene?"

Hobert nodded and pointed to his left leg. "I'm lucky. My employer and I are not in the soul-guarding team, but the shrapnel still injured my leg."

"That's good." Rich Miller breathed a sigh of relief.

The other person turned his wheelchair to the door of the emergency room and looked inside with a look of pity. "Too cruel. This attack directly wiped out the American political arena. In ten years, no, twenty years, it will be a devastating blow to all political families."

"But do you know what I'm worried about now?"

Rich Miller raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"The three giants of the military have fallen down, and the Pentagon has no control, it is equivalent to the hub of the army's highest hub, do you know what I mean?" Hobert said lightly.

As soon as this remark came out, Rich's pupils shrink, and he is not a ordinary man in the seal, but a Chinese school officer. Of course, he understands the meaning of this.

That's ...

No one has commanded!

No one coordinated the support of air and artillery.

The boss is gone, who is the master?

"If I was Victor, I ordered the troops to rush into the United States and take a time difference to collect strategic attempts."

Hobert looked up at him, and his face was so serious. "I heard that Mr. Clinton had a cold and did not die. What he had to do now is to get up and let him arrange people immediately."

"This ... is impossible."

Ricci Miller sighed in a low voice, "You know, there are people who bid anywhere in politics, and now people are dead, but the family, political party or organization behind them will never allow Mr. Clinton to intervene. If hard Come…"

He paused, "Clinton will die in the hospital."

All positions are the results of political compromise and transactions. What does Clinton directly arrange people?

Do you really think you are president?

You are just pushed out by others ... Sancay boy!

Hobert was disappointed, and he turned a wheelchair.

"Farker!"

He scolded and his voice was loud. The entire hospital lobby heard it. Everyone turned his head and saw a dung in a wounded.

Ricci Miller didn't stop it. After a long time with Clinton, he understood politics.

Huhuhoo ...

The phone made a sound, and at the same time, he also shocked. He picked it up, and before he talked, he heard the staff of the staff member, Anch Urania, shouted, "Come back to the hospital, Clinton ... brain bleeding."

Intersection Intersection Intersection Intersection

Ricci Miller's pupils shrank suddenly.

God ... it collapsed?

Nympho

Opposite the Grand River — Elpaso area opposite Qiwawa ...

With a order of the Supreme Command, the 4th Army Cavalry Division stationed here took the lead.

Hundreds of tanks crossed the dried river and rushed into Texas.

The two infantry divisions of the Fifth Army and a combat regiment in Cuba raid into the U.S. military from the side.

The "armed raid" of more than 40,000 people was caught off guard for the U.S. military.

Good, good!

Old watch, say that the remote attack is good, the artillery is bombarded, and you will check in get off work after the hit. Now you come to me to me your melee, right?

Don't talk about Wude!

It is more than 17,000 people in the 103 Infantry Division in the area in this area. This is an American man. There are 300 tanks and various armored vehicles.

At this time, on a plain on the west side of the Grand River.

Captain Demitri Fisovovich, who belongs to the 4th Army Cavalry Division, is taking the 5 "Fire Lizard" tanks under his hand (that is, the M1A2 "Abrams"),), Chase three U.S. tanks encountered.

"Step on! Put the accelerator! Your grandma, this is a tank throttle, not your three -way Ferrari, what are you afraid of!" "Go up, do it!"

The driver who was slapped with a slap gritted his teeth, the output of 1500 horsepower, and the exhaust pipe was smoky.

"Steep slope in front!"

Observer shouted loudly.

~

The tank rushed to the steep slope at a speed of 66 km/h, and then the guys of dozens of tons hit the ground.

Anyone who has been sitting tanks knows that the closed space+severe impact, plus the smell of foot, etc., can make people spit out for a moment.

Captain Feidonovic covered his buttocks and almost nausea. He was alive when he ate food that had not been digested in the morning, but he swallowed it at once, fucking, and the taste was sweet and sour.

He picked up the car intercom, "the tank is scattered, and the fire is free."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a "bang" sounded from the next door. Captain Fio Donovich pushed away the observer and looked out, and saw a "fire lizard" next to him.

One cannon passes, no middle ...

A large hole was exploded on the edge of the US tank, and a lot of flowers fried.

But it was obviously scared to the other party and slammed a steering wheel.

"waste!"

Captain Feitonovic roared, "armored bullets!"

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

"Close to shooting!" He held his left and right hands with both hands and made orders.

Intersection Intersection Intersection

The sweat on the driver's head came out and wiped it with military uniforms, but approached according to the command.

After pulling closer, Captain Feidnovich aimed at the enemy and automatically ranged.

Press the button decisively.

Bang!

Lie on the body backwards, the cannon mouth rushes, and after the armor -piercing bombs flew rapidly, the tail of the US tank was in the Chinese and US tanks.

boom!

The flames instantly raised, and the tank soldiers inside were too late to jump their car and were directly shocked.

The taste of broken copper Rantelite.

And another tank couldn't understand, a pair of white ... the underwear stretched out of the panties.

"Lian, they surrendered."

Captain Feidonovic was cautious, "Let them come out to lie on the ground."

Five "fire lizards" surrounded them tens of meters away. The staff members climbed out of the tank, then raised their hands, and slowly lay down.

Capture an M1A1 alive, guaranteed second-class merit!

When he got off the car, the American car commander was a lieutenant with a dark face. He looked up when he heard the footsteps and said, "We demand compliance with the Geneva Convention and preferential treatment of prisoners."

This almost made Captain Fedorovich laugh to death.

"We have withdrawn from the United Nations, sir."

The American car crew felt nervous...

"But don't worry, after you lay down your weapons, we will guarantee your safety. Come, have a cigarette." He squatted down and handed them the cigarette, "Mexican Camel, it tastes very mellow."

The American soldier hesitated, took it, and thanked him.

"Can you tell me where your headquarters is?"

"Ahem..." the American lieutenant choked, he looked up, looked at the Mexican officer in front of him, frowned, and quieted down, "You can't beat it, the 103rd Infantry Division headquarters is in Guadalupe Mountain National Park, more than 200 kilometers away from here."

Captain Fedorovich frowned, but still thanked him, looked at the sunset, threw away the cigarette in his hand, "Okay, get in the car, go back!"

The American soldiers' hands were tied with ropes, and then scattered and thrown into the car, driving towards the camp behind. Tanks are not suitable for fighting at night. This is a tacit understanding.

Although tanks look fierce, they are actually... also very fragile.

Why don't tank army group charge play much?

Iraq has played it, and the United States has taught it what air supremacy is. It's okay to bully countries without tanks and heavy firepower.

But the artillery of both the United States and Mexico can pile up Canada next door.

Moreover, in modern warfare, the damage of individual weapons to tanks is also reflected. Everyone knows that without tracks, this thing is just a "scrap metal" that can be beaten. Therefore, the dispatch rate of tanks is generally low at night or in extreme weather.

When they returned to the camp, they saw the M1A1 dragged back, and their comrades cheered.

The division commander Otto Karjus, who heard the news, patted Captain Fedornovich on the shoulder and said, "Well done, I will report your performance to the Fourth Army Headquarters. Maybe it won't be long before I have to call you Major Fy!"

"Thank you, sir!" The other party was excited and blushed, shouting loudly.

"Sir, I also got news that the headquarters of the 103rd Infantry Division is 200 kilometers away..."

Otto Karjus frowned, "Run so far, why not set up the headquarters in Washington, the 103rd Division is useless!"

The American prisoners next to him looked a little ugly, but they still lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

"Let's go, eat first, and wait for me to contact other friendly forces for summary."

"Yes!"

...

"Tamaulipas urgent telegram!"

A phone call and a message were immediately delivered to Defense Secretary Kennedy's desk.

"The US Fourth Fleet bombarded LS Molina."

"And 15 minutes ago, two regiments of the 3rd Division of the US Marine Corps landed on the beach from Cape Jerez and Sotorra Marina respectively."

Kennedy hurriedly walked to the map, "Which troops are stationed here?"

"Major General Moritz Walter Model of the 17th Division of the 5th Army." The staff officer hurriedly said, "The two sides have already exchanged fire."

"Connect me to the front line."

The staff officer responded and quickly called, and soon got the command post of the 179th Division.

"Hello, hello! This is Mexico City, I'm Kennedy."

"Hello, sir!"

"You must hold on for at least 16 hours, and the follow-up troops will rush to support you."

Boom!

There was a cannon over there, and the sound was a little flickering.

"Please rest assured, sir and general, I am in Tamaulipas!"

"Okay, I will ask the Air Force to support us and we must hold on for 16 hours."

After hanging up the phone, Kennedy's brows never relaxed, "The Fourth Fleet is attacking at this time, and the main force of the Fifth Army has just moved south."

One division is fighting against the US Navy Fleet + Marine Division. Kennedy is not sure if he can hold on.

If he can't hold on, the fall of Tamaulipas means the flank is attacked.

The US military... still has too many troops and is too powerful.

The Mexican troops are not enough.

"I will report to the general and contact the staff. I will have a meeting as soon as I come back."

The secretary saluted and replied.

At this time, Victor was smoking...

You can tell from the cigarette butts on the ground and the trash can...

He smoked a lot.

This is the third pack.

But he still couldn't suppress his excitement.

At this time, his heart rate soared to more than 140.

Because...

He made a fortune!

Gold Finger Page Points: 47700000000!

Eight zeros, he counted them countless times.

His hands were shaking, he had never been so rich in his life...

Adding Reagan's 3.3 billion, it was over 50 billion points!

He had been craving for something for a long time.

He pulled the lowest in weapons-explosives.

Finally, he saw a large sphere with a length of 3 meters and a diameter of about 0.7 meters.

His eyes sank and he looked at its price...

Wow...

48 billion points! (Including all types of production methods in the world.)

"[Buy]?"

"[Yes!]"

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