Anyway, at the mont, the level of chaos in xico was comparable to that of the Late Tang Dynasty Feudal Towns, with the Institutional Party playing the role of Huang Quan. But now, nobody gives a damn about you!
Poor thing.
"Our naval capabilities are stronger than those of the Northern Army. Should I take so n and go around the Gulf of xico to give Victor a little excitent?" Belman said with fiery eyes.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Victor has more planes than us. Without air superiority, we're just targets. Haven't you seen the Gulf War? You should study more in your free ti," Abrego rebuked him.
"Then let's buy! Isn't Victor Bout in Guatemala? We can get in touch with him again. After all, the Soviets are about to collapse too. It's not like we're short on money, right?"
Abrego was also sowhat tempted upon hearing this. He was not one to settle easily. Under his leadership, the Gulf Group had transford from a local drug trafficking organization into a drug cartel spanning five continents. His ambition was great.
Pablo wanted to build a nation for drug traffickers.
And he, he wanted to cover the entire nation with DM!
He wanted the Abrego family to beco the "King of drug dealers" in all of Latin Arica, perhaps even the world!
The very thought was thrilling.
His eyes gleaming, he nodded, "Then invite him over as a guest, tell him I have a big business deal for him."
Belman nodded happily.
"The best would be a bomber!"
Abrego looked at him, "Don't rush, it will all be arranged!"
Victory belongs to the righteous!
Victor, that rebel!
...
"Regarding last night's operation, we destroyed 4 enemy missile camps, failed at 3 locations, and lost 8 soldiers," George Smiley reported solemnly, standing before the table.
Victor, holding a cigarette in his hand, tapped it on the ashtray, which had a small chip and so dried blood on it. Squinting at the list of casualties handed to him, he sighed softly, then picked up a pen to make annotations.
"Award the 141 Task Force a collective second-class rit, ensure proper posthumous arrangents for the fallen soldiers, promote Captain Joseph Allen to Lieutenant Colonel, and posthumously promote the rest of the deceased personnel by one rank."
Joseph Allen took the orders with both hands, "According to what Lieutenant Colonel Simon Riley reported, the drug traffickers' combat capability has noticeably increased. In Coahuila State, our action teams even encountered well-trained special forces soldiers who decisively evaded ard helicopters - actions that ordinary drug traffickers could not accomplish."
"And according to our intelligence, including the South Africa EO Strategic Resources Company, four military rcenary firms have secured contracts with the Southern drug traffickers' governnt. Perhaps... the ones we encountered were them."
EO!
A ferocious look flashed across Victor's face.
That na was an old acquaintance; even when he was still holed up on an island, they had fought with him alongside the Tijuana drug trafficking families!
Eeben Barlow, the founder, had even called, demanding the release of their captured n.
Pah!
What kind of rubbish dares to negotiate terms with him?
Back then, Victor had ordered the execution of their rcenaries and used them to feed the sharks. It had been a while since he'd heard that na.
"Is there a way to kill him? I hate it when rats scurry around in front of ," Victor stated harshly, "Better yet, take out his family too."
"He... has ties to the South African governnt."
"To hell with his background. I'm not afraid of the Yanks, so why would I fear South Africa? If their dogs can't keep their paws in check, I'll do it for them!"
George Smiley thought for a mont, "There's a defense exhibition in South Africa in a couple of days; he'll definitely be there."
"Take him out!"
Now that the boss had given the order, it was up to those below to carry it out.
"The rcenary business is just a moneymaker, making these vultures forget fear and only chase after money," Victor said, shaking his head while leaning back in his chair.
Entering the '90s, the Gulf War era, one could see the shadows of military contractors — Iraq hired a bunch of them, and so did the United States.
A pack of thrill-seeking hounds in the ga of big powers!
How to evaluate these rcenaries?
They celebrate when they win, and when they lose, they surrender and howl.
But such "institutions" exist in all countries, and Victor was also prepared. When he had good relations with the United States, Casare was sent to recruit many Arican veterans. He was preparing to set up a "PMC" military contractor sector. With such a big cake, of course, it was tempting.
But then conflicts with the United States happened, and Victor didn't trust those Yanks anymore, leaving them out in the cold.
"We need to ensure they have the basic respect!"
You motherfucker, flipping tables is my expertise.
Just when George Smiley was about to speak, a sudden, rapid alarm blared. Victor sprang up like he had springs installed, rushing to the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside.
He saw the people below scatter like ants in panic.
And the police on street duty began to guide the crowd into air-raid shelters, while up in the sky, one could see a dense barrage of rockets pouring down.
Soon...
The air defense troops below began their counterattack!
Tatatata!
Tijuana was ard with the U.S. Military's Nike Hercules missile system, and when the radar detected unidentified aircrafts approaching, the air defense troops would get into position.
Primarily used for national and strategic air defense to protect cities, industrial centers, and military bases against essential targets.
These missiles were mainly for high-altitude interceptions.
As for terminal defense, it relied on a powerful firepower network, chiefly on the M163 Gatling anti-aircraft artillery vehicle and the MIM-72 missile, reputed as the "Oak Tree"!
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