Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1604: 738: You Think You Can Attack Just Because You

Chapter 1604: Chapter 738: You Think You Can Attack Just Because You Want To?

The order quickly reached the command center in the Eastern Theater.

Goodrian glanced at it, then picked up the phone on the table.

“Transmit my order!”

“Amphibious assault ship ‘Quautemoc II’ task force, imdiately change course to Machias Seal Island! The fleet will cover the ‘Sea Fox’ Special Parachute Regint’s First Battalion, imdiately seize the island!”

“‘Sea Fox’ First Battalion, full combat readiness, check equipnt, complete boarding preparations within two hours, and the transport plane regint will ensure long-range delivery support!”

“The 103rd Engineer Brigade, imdiately organize the vanguard company and heavy engineering equipnt, leave with the second batch of convoys.”

In the port, the transport convoy originally prepared to provide follow-up reinforcents towards Portland began urgent adjustnts to the loading sequence, prioritizing heavy excavators, bulldozers, and prefabricated runway materials.

At the airport, the propellers of C-130 “Hercules” transport planes began to slowly rotate, and ground crew were busy refueling them and checking the aircraft bodies.

At a military airport on the outskirts of Villacruz, runway lights carved out two clear strips of light in the deepening twilight.

The soldiers of the ‘Sea Fox’ Special Parachute Regint’s First Battalion, their faces painted with green and black camo, wearing new camouflage combat uniforms, silently but swiftly checked their equipnt, reinforced parachutes, G3A4 assault rifles, sufficient ammunition, individual communication systems, and necessary explosives.

Major Eladio Salgado stood in front of the formation, confirming the mission details one last ti.

“Rember, our goal is to seize the high points of the entire island, control the beachhead, establish a defense periter, and clear obstacles for the subsequent engineering units’ landing. We expect slight or no resistance, but be prepared for any sudden situations. After landing, execute the plan quickly! Understood?!”

“Yes, officer!”

The soldiers began to board the plane one by one, their heavy combat boots making clanging sounds on the aluminum gangway. The aircraft door slowly closed, and the four engines of the C-130 transport plane roared, accelerating down the runway then soaring into the starry night sky.

The formation completed in the air, adjusted its course, flying northeast towards that tiny island crucial to the outco of the battle, with unwavering determination.

Hours later, to the east of Machias Seal Island.

On the trawler ‘Sea Wind,’ the Canadian old captain John Croty was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, taking small sips of strong liquor in the wheelhouse to keep warm.

Is it okay to drink a bit and pilot the boat?

Should be no problem?

Never heard of soone getting a DUI for piloting a boat.

This area rich with lobsters and cod is his Cash Cow. Though the island’s sovereignty is disputed, the fishery resources are undeniably there. Just then, he heard a low and continuous buzzing sound, growing from distant to deafening.

Curiously, he stuck his head out, looking towards the direction of the sound. In the next mont, the aluminum flask in his hand clattered to the deck as he gaped, stunned, at the sky.

Underneath the gray clouds, several distinct dark silhouettes were flying low, and what stopped his heart was that behind these transport planes, like Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers, countless white parachutes instantly blood!

Packed with parachutes carrying fully ard soldiers and heavy equipnt boxes, they were descending slowly towards the flat adow and rocky beachhead of Machias Seal Island!

“God… are those… soldiers?”

Captain Croty snapped back to his senses, scrambling to the radio, his fingers twisting it to the ergency channel, and with a thick Nova Scotia accent, he shouted incoherently in English: “SOS, SOS, this is ‘Sea Wind’! Machias Seal Island, military air drop! Repeat, unknown military is landing on Machias Seal Island, lots of paratroopers!”

Almost simultaneously, the Royal Canadian Navy’s Kingston-class coastal defense boat HMCS Montreal (MM 701), on routine patrol nearby, received this distress signal.

The young naval Captain Michael Sampson imdiately ordered the ship to advance at full speed, rushing to the communication station, gripping the VHF radio microphone tightly, and switched to the internationally recognized mariti/aviation ergency channel, calling with as much restraint as possible:

“Unknown military units operating over and near Machias Seal Island, this is the Royal Canadian Navy vessel ‘Montreal.’ You are entering Canadian-claid sovereign airspace and territory. Please imdiately state your identity and intentions! Repeat, please imdiately state identity and intentions!”

After a brief static noise, a voice with a noticeable Spanish accent ca over the channel:

“Get lost!”

“Damn it!” Captain Sampson slamd the microphone onto the control panel, his face flushed with anger. The crew around him were equally incensed by this extre insult.

“Officer, they’re too arrogant!”

“We can’t just watch them take our island!”

Captain Sampson’s chest heaved dramatically. He glanced at the radar screen showing the faint light representing the ‘Sea Wind’ fishing vessel, and then at the still-falling parachutes in the distance sky, a surge of blood to defend sovereignty and military honor replaced his reason.

He swiftly turned and shouted at the weapons control officer: “Target, Machias Seal Island beachhead uninhabited area! Fire the 40mm Bofors naval gun, give a warning shot! Fire at will!”