Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 201

Blanco looked at Ethan Hunter's silence, and she felt happy.

Of course she didn't want to die.

If you can make the other party discover your difficulty, wouldn't you be able to spare your life?

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

Just listen to Ethan Hunter 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 spattered from behind, and the tiles on the wall were instantly stained red.

A hole appeared in the back of the head.

Blanco opened his eyes with a look of horror on his face. He leaned against the wall. His body softened and he slid down, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

"I'm sorry, you talk so much!"

Ethan Hunt's face twitched. He thought of being tied to the bed by the other party and then raping himself. This was humiliating!

It's like you go out to PC and pick up a customer. It's a fat guy (like me) who is short and greasy. You look at his obscene smile and have to bark twice in response to him.

I! exist! out! Sell! since! Has!

I didn't have a choice before, now...I don't want to press "F"!

Do you still want a man to bow to you?

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

If I kill you, I will be worthy of you "taking care" of me.

Ethan Hunt's typical ruthlessness!

Perhaps because he was afraid that Blanco had too much fat, he shot at the opponent's head continuously. This time it was probably hopeless.

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

Well...it's all exploding outside, so be careful of the fire.

As expected, he came from a Mexican mental hospital.

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

"Hi Victor!"

Ethan Hunter quickly raised his hands and shouted.

Jonatan Panier tried his best to raise the muzzle of the team member's gun, but the other party still pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the light above Ethan's head, making him tremble.

It was almost scrapped!

"Put down your weapons!" Jonathan shouted vigilantly.

Ethan Hunt dropped his pistol on the ground and was pinned down by two strong men with backhands. "Hey, guys, be gentle."

"Are you a Mexican intelligence agent?"

"Of course! I'm the ace!"

Ace...Duck!

Jonathan Panier looked at it carefully before nodding slowly. Only Victor's people are so... shameless.

He reached out and patted the team members' shoulders, signaling them to let go.

"Why are you here?"

Ethan Hunter got up and moved around for a while. When he heard this, he slapped his hands and said, "The information is very secret."

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

"Let's go!"

Jonatan Panier said with a dark face.

Americans are just so devoid of humor germs.

After watching him leave, the team continued to sweep towards the Justice Building!

After leaving the building, Ethan Hunt looked down and ran towards a place with less gunfire. He had to go back to perform his mission.

He is the Mexican consultant that Pablo himself said.

What? Blanco is dead?

But I've got a certificate with her.

Yes, the two people registered their marriage in Colombia, but they didn't hold a banquet and used pseudonyms of course.

Even if Blanco dies, then you, Pablo, will have to watch the love affair.

I have to say that Ethan Hunt is a very bold person!

Motto of the International Information Department of Mexico: "Only the stars are above us"!

…

With a gray face on his face, Kennedy pulled off the NVG windproof goggles made by ESS Company. They were a little cracked, and threw them aside. He leaned on the corner and filled his magazine with bullets.

That burst of mortars just now!

Exploded and dizzy.

The intelligence said that Colombian drug traffickers have very elite weapons and should use the air force for bombing, but Kennedy also knew, what kind of fighter jet can fly 4,000 kilometers from Mexico to Colombia?

And then fly back?

Victor's anti-narcotics force needs an overseas base!

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

Hearing the sound of the car engine, Kennedy raised his head and saw a pickup truck coming out. The drug dealer with a machine gun looked around warily. He saw him hiding in the shop at a glance and shouted in panic. Alert teammates.

As soon as he finished speaking, bang!

His head was blown off by an M82A1 sniper rifle!

Like watermelon.

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

biu——!

The bullets penetrated the wall behind him.

"At 10 o'clock, the building with the red roof is on the fourth floor! Do you see it? Snipe him and I'll be your bait!" the sniper shouted to the deputy beside him.

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

Monocular, sight, effective distance 800 meters.

Isn't this a sniper barrel?

The sniper took off his helmet and slowly pushed it up with a wooden stick, revealing his head. As soon as his head was revealed, it took an instant!

Cheng!

The helmets were blown off.

At this gap, the deputy ran to the window, quickly locked the position with his eyes, took aim, and fired!

come!

Mid-gate confrontation!

I used a slightly larger diameter.

The drug dealer who was pulling the bolt of the gun was confused. After watching the other party raise the rocket launcher, his head was buzzing and shaking.

"OMG!"

boom!

Ascend directly to heaven.

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

"Change somewhere quickly!"

The two people ran to other rooms in a slightly embarrassed manner. After a few minutes, mortars were fired in this direction.

And in another alley.

"Ricardo! Load the gun! Load the gun, are you dead?" police sergeant Gomez shouted.

The eight of them were blocked in a building in an alley. There were swarms of drug dealers outside. They felt numb just looking at them. It was difficult to turn around when the pickup truck came in.

"What are you yelling at?"

"I can hear it!"

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 fire, but found something was wrong, the barrel of the gun was a little hot!

"Where's the spare barrel?!"

When Ricardo touched his back, his heart suddenly went cold, damn, it was empty!

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

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

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

! ! !

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

"I... vomit! Fuck XX!"

Ricardo pointed forward, "Survive, survive to be fucked by you!"

How generous NMD is!

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

The voice from the same channel as the intelligence department came through the headset.

The special operations team was fighting inside, and they were also idle outside, observing the speed at which the drug dealers gathered and the people they gathered, and trying to find ways to provide them with cover.

Outside a private house, two employees of Mexico's International Information 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.

And two Mi28 armed helicopters flew overhead!

The "downwash airflow" it brought almost blew away the two intelligence officers. They raised their heads with the same nervousness in their eyes.

In mid-air, one of them fired a 9M114 missile directly at the New Justice Building. This was Pablo's anger.

The missile flew smoothly towards the building, regardless of who else fell to the ground inside, and hit a wall. The explosion directly cut off a corner of the building.

The people hiding inside were unlucky, and there were almost no lucky survivors.

Jonatan Panier felt the building shaking and the wind blowing in through the gap. It was not cool at all, he just felt like he was sweating.

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

"Get down! Get down!!"

Jonathan Panier shouted in horror.

Sudden~

There was a pause, but then it continued to roar, chug chug chug! !

The cannon fired directly.

Four or five team members were still in the middle, and they were covered in blood from bullets. Their bodies fell from above and fell on the roof of the car, sliding down like mud.

The car also made a siren sound, wuwuwu~

Jonathan Panier's lips were dry. He listened to the intelligence sharing in the headset, looked at the chaotic battlefield, glanced at his watch, and saw that time was running out.

"Kennedy, retreat! Evacuate as planned!"

"receive!"

The EDM blocking the perimeter also had a hard time. Kennedy swore that he really... really couldn't believe that he saw a T55 tank here! !

It also says: Long live Medellin!

"I'll rub NM!"

How outrageous is this for something like this to happen?

Drug dealer tanks in the capital?

In fact, there is a history here. As we all know, Pablo is very cold towards Americans, but if you come out to hang out, you have to hug him.

He hugged the Soviet.

This is 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 background of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, Colombia had never been able to escape the troubles of civil war, and the situation in the civil war became more complicated after the 1962 crisis.

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

Then in this place, the agent starts!

Anyone who is familiar with the history of Colombia knows that internal strife in this country is very serious, so serious that you don't even know it is internal strife.

As the largest local drug cartel, Medellin was of course also the target of the Soviet Union. According to rumors, Mao Xiong even asked him to conquer Santa Fe and Bogota and plant a nail in the back garden of the United States.

We have provided him with armed helicopters and tanks. As long as you dare to ask, we dare to give him!

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

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

Shortly after the bear landed, Pablo was killed.

There is nothing fishy here, Victor is eating shit backwards.

Rather than saying that Latin America is a wild dance of grass-roots teams, it is better to say that it is a product left behind during the Cold War. In the final analysis, the poor people are just the people at the bottom.

Once you let go of crime, you can't stop it.

So, Victor wants to kill all the drug dealers!

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

But pulling out the T55 was something no one expected.

Pablo...are you crazy?

No matter how much work you have done before, once you encounter something like this, the plan is just a plan!

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

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

boom!

The car body moved backwards, and the drug dealer who had never learned the Bu-tank coordination was standing behind him. He was directly crushed and rolled into the tracks. He screamed miserably. His bones were obviously 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! Fire team, are you blind? Blow it up! Blow it up!"

EDM doesn't have many things, but it is equipped with a lot of rocket launchers. It mainly provides individual firepower. Victor would not feel comfortable without bringing something big with him.

After hearing Kennedy's order, the EDM members who were stuck in the firing point fired two high-explosive bombs at the T55.

Does the T-55 tank have advantages over its main competitors, the American 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 scalper works hard without complaining, but there is no need to exaggerate too much.

After all, TMD was produced 45 years ago and is still very commonly used in the Afghan war, mainly because it is cheap.

Maozi produces classics.

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

Let’s put it this way…

Have you bought insurance? How much are the three insurances?

The commander saw EDM members using rocket launchers and shouted to the driver to dodge!

As soon as he got out of the drug dealer who was knocked over, he was immediately pressed up by the tracks, and dozens of tons of things were pressed against him, and he screamed.

The rocket hit the car body!

The explosion directly separated the bodies at the connection between the turret and the car body!

T55!

You fucking drove into a street fight, aren't you a target?

Obviously the military advisers didn't teach them much, and the Soviets became dizzy after just two drinks.

The T55's turret exploded to a height of four to five meters. This was not the end of the story. The explosion occurred next. Due to the small space inside the tank, dozens of artillery shells, thousands of machine gun bullets and hundreds of gallons of oil were stored. , once these high-risk items are ignited and exploded, the entire tank will be blown into scrap metal.

The people inside…

It would be good to keep a whole body.

This is why, as can be seen on the battlefield, when many tank crews see armed men holding RPGs, they immediately jump out of the vehicle.

The shock wave generated by the explosion wiped out the surrounding drug dealers in one wave!

Can be seen with the naked eye…

A circle of air hung everyone to the ground.

Directly clear an empty window.

Kennedy's eyes lit up.

"Everyone retreat!"

"Gomez, machine gun crew cover!"

Listening to the orders in the headset, the machine gun team quickly responded and set up machine guns to fire at the bombed-out building.

Ricardo also saw the withdrawn HEAT.