Chapter 77 Guatemalan Special Forces!

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

It was just restaurant time.

Santos sat at the table on time, holding his bowl and quietly waiting for the broadcast of "Guadalupe Island Current Affairs News".

This is a new program recently launched.

It mainly conveys the current affairs of Guadalupe Island and Mr. Victor's "important instructions".

"Island Grand Duke" Victor.

"Now report the news released by the police station."

The male host wearing glasses read from the script.

"Guadalupe Island will launch a large-scale sweep of drug residues. No one is allowed to participate in the production, hiding, and trafficking of drugs. Violators will be sentenced to death! Drug users can be sent to drug rehabilitation centers for compulsory detoxification."

"Residents on the island are not allowed to illegally possess firearms and ammunition. They must hand them in within three days, otherwise compulsory measures will be taken."

"December 27 will be designated as the Freedom Day of "Guadalupe Island" to celebrate the success of the drug crackdown."

"Police spokesman Officer Casare said: Guadalupe Island will open two large processing plants that can meet the needs of 2,000 people. At the same time, in order to increase the employment opportunities and work income of islanders, "manual piecework" work will be implemented on the island, and the hourly wage will not be less than 1 peso. Those who need it can go to the police station to register on their own."

Santos heard the cheers of neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

Everything else has nothing to do with them. This is a real "people's livelihood project", and the hourly wage is not less than 1 peso. If you work 18 hours a day, it is considered a high salary in Mexico.

Close to more than 200 US dollars a month

Valentina patted his shoulder and motioned him to eat. Santos nodded. Just as he was about to eat the tortilla, he heard another voice from the TV.

"Mr. Victor, the head of the police station, said that a three-year police academy will be established on Guadalupe Island, focusing on cultivating special talents in line with Mexico's national conditions. It will recruit 14 to 19-year-olds. The school will not charge any fees and will provide living expenses every month. Those with outstanding performance will enter the police station for internship."

Santos raised his head suddenly, with food hanging on the corners of his mouth. Listening to the host's report, his eyes were shining.

"Mom, I want to participate in this!"

Valentina frowned and watched TV. Which Mexican parents want their children to be policemen?

You have a better future as a gangster in Mexico than this.

Perhaps seeing Valentina's hesitation, Santos jumped down from the chair and hugged her, "I want to be a brave man like my father."

Valentina touched his head, "But it will be very hard."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm a man, I should be afraid of standing still, not moving forward bravely."

Santos is actually 14 years old, but his body seems to be developing very slowly, at least a head shorter than his peers, but his words are so powerful.

"Mom, Mr. Victor said!"

" eléxito no tiene que estar en mí! eléxito debe estar en mí!!" (Success doesn't have to be mine, but success must have me!)"

Santos' eyes burst into a kind of light.

"My name is destined to be written in the history of Mexico. "

Valentina was also shocked by Santos' words. A child could have such an idea. What parents hope most is that their children grow up. She covered her mouth, thinking of the sadness of raising a child alone all these years, and couldn't help but hugged Santos and cried.

"Mom, don't worry, I will protect you, I will protect Mr. Victor, and I will protect the whole of Mexico!"

Suddenly he felt the glass shaking, and the vibration of the engine sounded in his ears. Santos felt that the sound was so familiar.

"Helicopter! It's a helicopter! "He happily ran to the window, stuck his head out and looked around, and sure enough, he saw a helicopter flying low.

He waved excitedly.

But he felt something was wrong. This... why did he not recognize this plane?

Buzz buzz buzz~

The sound of the engine sounded on the beach.

A red transport truck drove over, with two things covered by a awning, but from the derivative things, it should be a gun barrel.

All the idle people at the dock were driven away.

The transport truck parked smoothly, and the crane following behind came over. Several police officers jumped on the transport truck and pulled open the awning, revealing the big guy inside.

Grand introduction of the new member: AK 6-barrel naval gun!

Caliber: 30 mm, total weight: 1918 kg, full length: 1629 mm, maximum range: 8100 meters, muzzle velocity: 900 meters/second.

Originally, the entire shore-based gun was planned, but the total tonnage of ships that the dock can accommodate does not exceed 1,000 tons, so there is no need to worry about large ships landing. The most worrying thing should be the small yachts or hovercraft. For this kind of thing, naval guns are just right.

Who said that naval guns must be on ships? I put them on land!

The police officers on the ground heard the sound of the propeller, raised their heads in confusion, and also saw this helicopter. The leading police sergeant was thoughtful, "No! This is not our plane!"

"Quick! Call the bureau!"

The police officers in the team hurriedly pulled up the communication system pinned on their clothes and shouted to it, "An unknown helicopter has invaded Guadalupe Island! Repeat, an unknown helicopter has invaded Guadalupe Island!"

"Received." A calm voice came from the other end.

Inside the police station, a piercing air defense alarm sounded instantly.

The quick-reacting EDM police officers quickly put on their equipment, while other group members took their positions as planned.

The members of the fire support team ran to the garage and drove out a modified troop carrier.

A Swiss-made "Oerlikon" GDF-005 anti-aircraft gun was welded on it!

It is absolutely useful for shooting down low-altitude aircraft.

And Victor climbed onto the high-rise platform of the police station under the protection of Casare and a few police officers, picked up a telescope and observed the helicopter.

A Bell 212 helicopter!

It was discovered that the other side's fuselage actually had Kaibi written on it "very boldly"! !

"Guatemalan Special Forces?!" Victor frowned.

This unit is so familiar. On December 5, 1974, the Guatemalan military government established the Commando School (Escuela de Comandos).

Three months later, on March 5, 1975, it was renamed the Kaibil Training and Special Operations Center (Kaibil Special Operations Center).

Although this unit is from the Guatemalan military, it is known for its unruly nature. The most important thing is that they kill civilians. The most famous one is the massacre of ordinary people in Las Dos Erres in December 1982.

There were even rapes and murders.

It was also heard in Mexico at that time.

But NMD, Guatemala is more than 900 kilometers away from here. You told me that you flew a helicopter here?

You don’t use oil, do you use chicken feathers?

"Boss, here they come!" Casare exclaimed beside him.

"Shoot them down!"

Victor gave the order decisively.

No matter if you are Guatemala or Mala next door, you come in without saying hello?

Uncle Victor will not tolerate you!

...

Alvaro Colom held the handle tightly and looked down. Seeing that many people below were waving at their helicopter, a kind of madness appeared on his thin face!

"Kill them!" He pointed to the machine gunner below.

As the commander of the Guatemalan special forces "Kaibi", he is well-known in the military for his brutality, cold-bloodedness and unscrupulous means, and has committed numerous crimes in the country.

He originally led his team to participate in the military parade in Baja California and the Mexican military, but heard that the Gulf Group offered a reward of 5 million US dollars for the head of a policeman?

This made him, who was bold by nature, extremely excited. He took his team members to Guadalupe Island during the interval of the exercise!

This is really...

It is unheard of to happen in other places.

But it is definitely too fake to say that it is commonplace in the fantasy Latin American region, but it has happened.

In 1968, a farmer in Honduras ran his sheep into El Salvador and clashed with the locals, and the two sides fought.

Then the Honduran patrol soldiers rushed into the other side's territory and killed 7 people, including a local chief. It is said that the war between the two sides the following year was also related to this.

Hearing Alvaro's order, the machine gunner opened the GAU-16 12.7G heavy machine gun and fired at the crowd below.

This sudden scene made at least a dozen people below unable to run, and they were shot and fell to the ground. The survivors screamed and the injured cried.

Alvaro laughed. He liked this kind of mental stimulation. He had done this in China before. He tied the people who resisted the government army to the rocks and then laid them in the sea. He enjoyed the other party's screams.

But suddenly, the pilot's body trembled, as if he was scared. He pulled the joystick and wanted to fly up as if he was avoiding something?

The next second...

The alarm sounded in the machine, which was very harsh.

This made Alvaro tremble in his heart.

"What's going on!" He hurriedly grabbed the handrail and asked loudly.

"Tu madre! (NMD), we were shot." The pilot screamed, and the helicopter rotated and fell directly from the air. The nose rubbed on the ground, emitting sparks and dragging a long black trail!

It stopped only after crashing into the wall.

The fuselage was filled with smoke.

The EDM team in the police station, which had been prepared for a long time, drove the vehicle towards the destination.

Alvaro was not dead. He struggled out of the helicopter with several team members. As soon as he climbed out, someone pointed a gun at his head.

He raised his hand very casually, even with an indifferent smile on his face, "I surrender!"

"I am Alvaro Colom, a lieutenant of the Guatemalan Special Forces. I ask you to treat the prisoners well!"

Victor, who arrived in the second batch, jumped out of the car and laughed when he heard this.

"What fell from the sky is a criminal, not a prisoner!"

Victor stood in front of him, looking down from above, squinting his eyes, hooking his hand at Kennedy, and when the other party came closer, he pulled out his dagger, grabbed the teammate next to Alvaro, and stabbed him from the side of the neck!

The other party struggled hard, begging the captain, hoping to save him.

"Don't worry, I'll send him to see you when I've had enough fun with him!" Victor leaned over and whispered in his ear.

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