Chapter 1107: Chapter 553: Evil Forces Protection Umbrella—Aricans! _2
The “G9 Gang Alliance” established is currently the largest gang in Haiti, without a doubt, dominating others.
Its power far exceeds that of the President.
But having beco a gang, of course they want to legitimize themselves. After all, with the title of President cos the opportunity to embezzle more aid funds.
And then recruit more soldiers, expand their influence.
He focused his eyes on the M151 sight.
Huh?!
Deploying already?!
Armored vehicles erged from Port-au-Prince, followed by military vehicles and infantry, heading towards the city center.
Jimmy Cherizier shivered and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Could they be coming to eliminate ?
Despite his boasts, he was actually afraid!
These were the xican forces that defeated the United States, not so small-ti French gangsters.
“Zzz…”
The walkie-talkie by the window crackled, followed by a younger mber’s voice, “Boss, the soldiers from Port-au-Prince are out, so many… so many armored cars!”
Nima…
Is this how they just observe?
Jimmy Cherizier’s mouth twitched slightly as he picked up the walkie-talkie, “Retreat for now, don’t engage them head-on.”
As soon as he said this, he heard rapid gunfire outside and jumped up, seeing a panic-stricken younger mber, who was on lookout, running back.
At most, he turned around and fired a couple of shots, who knows where he was aiming.
The smoking AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle was like a giant beast to the Haitian gangs.
Chasing and sweeping behind them.
In less than a dozen seconds, seven or eight gang mbers fell to the ground, too quickly.
It was like an industrialized country dealing with an agricultural nation, no, no, Haiti should just be considered a gang.
Jimmy Cherizier’s face turned a bit “pale”, he licked his dry lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Retreat, retreat!”
“Boss, are we just running away now?”
Bam—
Tatatata—
Jimmy Cherizier lifted his gun and fired a burst at the subordinate who questioned him.
Made him like Abe.
He glared fiercely at the others, “Who dares to oppose !”
The ones he stared at felt a chill from their tailbones to their scalps, hurriedly lowering their heads.
I can’t beat the xicans, but can’t I deal with you guys?!
Jimmy Cherizier: “Go!”
The ability to achieve success today is based on avoiding harm and seeking benefit.
But other gangs might not be the sa.
As the convoy headed towards the Haitian official residence, gang mbers with weapons continuously fired at them.
Hiding at chaotic corners or in so ruined holes, shooting outwards.
But with three battalions of over a thousand people, small skirmishes were completely pointless, this wasn’t the era of cold weapons, a couple of rockets would make you sit down obediently.
Around noon, they pushed directly from the port of Prince to the vicinity of the Haiti National Palace, consolidating a 300-ter radius defensive line.
The officer guarding the presidential residence gulped as he saw the four AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles parked outside.
The loudspeaker on the vehicle was just about to introduce itself.
When they saw soone raising a white flag.
“Sir, don’t shoot, we surrender!”
This made the seated Gang Se Lute Yan Si shake his head, “The armies I’ve seen are worse one than the other.”
The accompanying staff officer shrugged with a smile.
This is very normal.
If everyone’s military capabilities were similar, there would be trouble.
Out of the hundreds of countries, frankly, there are so you haven’t even heard of.
If it weren’t for Latin Arica, would you know Belize?
Do you know Niger?
Do you know East Timor? Conch Country?
Peru’s army still uses the Greyhound M8 armored car, a wheel-armored vehicle produced by Ford Motor Company during World War II.
Even so, in Latin Arican military terms, it’s noted: “Peru is one of the important and very powerful ard forces in South Arica.”
The world doesn’t belong to these small countries.
The big brothers just need soone to wave flags and cheer.
Without little brothers, would big brothers still be called big brothers?
If Japan didn’t have its Arican daddy, it would’ve been damned and sunk already, and the bullfrog would’ve long been beaten to death with bare fists.
Do you think the Bunny has a nice temperant?
Seeing the army didn’t open fire, the soldiers of the official residence opened the gates.
“Drive in.”
As the armored vehicle drove in, you could even see the guards organizing themselves voluntarily, with weapons and ammunition thrown in front of them.
Gang Se Lute Yan Si got off the vehicle and saw an officer saluting from afar, “Sir, National Palace Guard Captain Du Kaolei Musk salutes you.”
“Please adhere to the prisoner treaties.”
Even surrendering cos with ceremonies?
This is Haiti, not Africa.
But such a small request Gang Se Lute Yan Si certainly wouldn’t refuse, instead he walked over and extended his hand.
Du Kaolei was stunned, hurried to shake hands.
“Rest assured, we xicans are not here to destroy Haiti, Haiti belongs to the Haitian people, we are here to help eliminate the common enemy.”
“To work together towards the prosperity of the Latin Arican community.”
Maybe it was Gang Se Lute Yan Si’s gentle tone that eased the other’s heart a bit, but suddenly he felt sothing was off, his face stiffened, “xico?”
“Of course, isn’t the national emblem on the vehicle?”
Du Kaolei took a look and quickly glanced over, sure enough, he saw the tricolor flag.
Damn it!
Thought it was the U.S. military.
Surrendered too early.
“Captain Du Kaolei seems to have so ideas,” Gang Se Lute Yan Si squinted, smiling as he asked.
The other stiffened, hurriedly shook his head, “No, no!”
“Please take to see Mr. President.”
Du Kaolei nodded, “Please follow .”
Gang Se Lute Yan Si glanced at Fritz Klingenberg, who nodded, waiting downstairs.
While he himself led 20 guards directly into the official residence building.
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