Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1605: 738: You Think You Can Just Attack? (2)

Chapter 1605: Chapter 738: You Think You Can Just Attack? (2)

“Yes, officer, warning shots!”

The “Montreal” ship’s bow 40mm Bofors cannon quickly rotated!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A few loud bangs pierced the dawn’s silence, with shells landing in the southeast reef area of the island, rising columns of water and debris into the air.

However, the warning shots not only didn’t deter the xican paratroopers but seed to have stirred a hornet’s nest.

Several xican Air Force F-5E “Tiger II” fighter jets, hovering at low altitude to cover the parachute operation, dove down like angry hornets from the clouds!

One of the lead aircraft pilots issued a stern warning on the public channel:

“Canadian vessel, you have shelled our military operational area! This is an extrely dangerous provocative action; cease fire imdiately and turn away, withdrawing to 20 nautical miles. Otherwise, we will consider you a hostile target and take all necessary ans to defend ourselves!”

Captain Sampson, overco with anger and a sense of “holand defense” mission, shouted into the radio: “This is Canadian territory; it’s you who should leave! Open fire and drive them away!” He was referring to those diving fighter jets.

The Bofors cannon on the “Montreal” roared again, this ti the shells landed closer to the island’s shoreline, with so even hitting the sea water at the edge of the parachute zone, spraying water onto the just-landed xican paratroopers!

“They’re attacking our landing forces!”

Still airborne, Major Salgado heard the explosions through his individual radio and saw the water plus rising below, “Everyone speed up! Find cover imdiately upon landing, air defense team! Find a suitable position!”

“xican pilot calling headquarters, Canadian vessel has fired first and threatens the safety of our airborne troops; request authorization to return fire, repeat, request authorization to return fire!”

“Authorized, return fire, eliminate threat.”

With authorization received, the lead F-5E aircraft that issued the warning hesitated no longer; the pilot sharply pushed the control stick, the aircraft dove aggressively, a flash of light appeared under its wings, and an AGM-65 “Maverick” missile separated from its rack, trailing white smoke at incredible speed toward the small “Montreal” ship!

“Missile! Port side! High-speed approach!” The lookout on the “Montreal” issued a desperate scream.

Captain Sampson watched the radar screen, seeing the fast-approaching dot, his pupils contracted, and all anger and fervor were replaced instantly by a cold apprehension of death. “Full reverse, ergency evasive action! Release smoke!”

Too late!

For a coastal defense boat weighing only a few hundred tons, the speed and precision of the “Maverick” missile were devastating.

The missile accurately hit below the “Montreal” ship’s bridge!

“Boom!!!”

The deafening explosion instantly engulfed the small vessel, a massive fireball rose from the ship’s middle, steel fragnts, and body parts were thrown into the air, thick black smoke rolled upward, almost obscuring the rising morning sun.

Within just a few dozen seconds, the severely damaged “Montreal” began to tilt sharply, carrying the still-burning flas and the lives of most crew mbers, quickly sinking to the icy depths of the North Atlantic.

Only a few bodies wearing life jackets and so burning debris floated on the surface, proving it ever existed.

The abrupt sinking of the Canadian patrol boat plunged the surroundings of Machias Seal Island into deadly silence, leaving only the sound of waves hitting rocks and the fast-paced running and gathering footsteps of xican paratroopers on the island.

Major Salgado was the first to react; he shouted into the radio: “Attention all troops, execute the plan imdiately, control the entire island quickly! Establish a defensive periter! Engineer forward team, survey runway location imdiately! Quick! Quick! Quick!”

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The news of Machias Seal Island being occupied and the “Montreal” being sunk caused a storm in Canada’s capital, Ottawa.

The news initially ca through several almost simultaneous ergency phone calls to the Combat Center of Canada’s Departnt of Defense.

First was John Croty, captain of the “Sea Wind” fishing vessel, with a crying, incoherent follow-up report: “They fired! Oh my God, it’s missiles! The ‘Montreal’ was hit, exploded, and is on fire.”.

Next, the regional center of the Canadian Coast Guard in New Brunswick received intermittent distress signals and reports of observing the massive explosion smoke columns.

“Confird…” Inside the Combat Center of the Departnt of Defense, an officer set down the phone, reporting to the stunned duty general, “All communications with ‘HMCS Montreal’ have been interrupted, last radar echo showing its position near Machias Seal Island, then disappear, combined with fishern sightings and NORAD data… Preliminary determination, ‘Montreal’ was sunk by an enemy air-to-surface missile.”

“Sunk…” The duty general repeated the word as if unable to comprehend its aning, a Canadian Royal Navy active vessel sunk in its declared sovereign waters? This is not a provocation; it’s an act of war!

Suddenly, the shrill ringing of a red secure phone broke the dead silence of the command center.

The call was from the Official Residence.

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Ottawa, 24 Sussex Drive.

Jean Kreti was urgently awakened from sleep by his chief secretary; as he walked briskly into the study, wearing a robe, several core cabinet ministers—the Minister of Defense, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Public Safety, along with the Chief of Staff and intelligence agency leaders—were already there waiting with serious expressions.