sbdcsierra #497 - Grow bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!
#497 - Grow bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!
A military camp outside Mexico City, hidden in a canyon.
Very mysterious…
Most people don't even know it exists.
But the sound of gunfire can often be heard from the outside, and anyone who gets too close is discovered and driven away by the sentries, leading to rumors that it's a secret unit capable of anything.
They are even said to eat people's hearts and regularly drag drug dealers inside for target practice.
Rumors spread like wildfire, resulting in various versions of the 'story'.
In reality, it's the military camp of the 23rd Special Operations Squadron of the Air Force.
The 141st Special Operations Detachment of the Army gained immense fame for its infiltration capabilities and decapitation strikes behind enemy lines, earning a resounding reputation in the world of military affairs, which greatly envied General Zolf Sherman of the Air Force.
Therefore, in August 1991, he established the Air Force Special Operations Force.
The 23rd Squadron!
Nickname: "North American Sword!"
The instructors were poached from Alpha…
The Navy gets new ships, the Air Force gets new planes, but the Army… gets new uniforms.
Having money makes things easy…
From August to May, almost a year, it's time to put them to the test.
A phone call from the Air Force headquarters to the military camp directly issued Victor's orders.
The entire camp was immediately put on alert…
Beep, beep, beep~
Rapid and chaotic footsteps echoed on the stairs as soldiers quickly donned their combat uniforms, equipped their weapons, and slid down a vertical pole in the middle of the corridor, their movements agile and stylish.
Colonel James Water, commander of the 23rd Squadron, wore a black mask, revealing only his eyes, along with a helmet equipped with a communication system. With a large frame and a height approaching 190 cm, he exuded… intimidation.
He looked at the assembled troops below.
The entire squadron consisted of 212 men, all officers, with the lowest rank being lieutenant, demonstrating the Air Force headquarters' dedication to building this unit, as reflected in their superior benefits and treatment.
"Comrades!"
With a snap, everyone joined their legs together, producing a crisp sound.
"The time has come for the nation and the people to need us!"
"Headquarters has ordered our unit to raid Cancun, establish a secure zone in the embassy district, and, despite the numerical disparity between us and the enemy, fulfill our oath."
"Tobie Ojczyzno! (Fight for the Fatherland!)" the men shouted loudly below.
James Water's expression was stern. "Move out!"
The 212 men would board three Hercules aircraft for an airborne drop over Cancun because Mexico was over 1000 kilometers away, making helicopters impractical.
To quickly gain control of the situation, they would cooperate with the 300-plus members of the 141st Detachment, nearly 600 elite soldiers in total, to carry out the mission, ensuring a high probability of success, if not complete certainty.
War never guarantees a 100% chance of victory.
Only 1% of warriors!
Boom, boom, boom~
The Hercules' engines roared deafeningly.
The ground crew saluted the aircraft.
Watching the brave men embark on the battlefield.
…
Cancun…
The city was filled with smoke and fire…
A church with over 200 years of history was burned to the ground.
In the "Morrod Palanca" neighborhood, the famous "Journalist District", many international news media had set up offices.
BBC, The Guardian, CNN, CBS, and so on.
During the rule of Arturo Desena, because this area controlled "public opinion," he sent soldiers to guard it, preventing… disturbances.
But now, with the chaos in Cancun, poor performance on the front lines, and the boss having fled, the soldiers who had long been restrained turned into "beasts."
They had been eyeing the big-assed female reporters for a long time, rushing in and starting to assault them!
Screams and cries of despair filled the area.
But also…
Some people risked their lives to broadcast it live.
Two Brazilian male reporters ran fast, found a safe place, and called their leader.
But who knew that the Japanese boss actually wanted them to broadcast live…
"Go f*** yourself, I want to live! You're asking us to die!" the cameraman refused.
The other person also resisted.
"$100,000 USD, Brin, Maximilian, as long as you broadcast this live, I'll give you a $100,000 USD bonus!" the Japanese boss said with red eyes, focused on the ratings.
Hearing this, the two Brazilian reporters' breathing became erratic, and they looked at each other, somewhat conflicted.
"$200,000 bonus!"
"No problem," the Japanese boss replied.
Anyway, wouldn't it still need approval when the time comes?
Just find an excuse and give a few thousand dollars.
The Japanese never have integrity.
"Don't worry, I'll contact the Brazilian government to rescue you, but now you need to broadcast the scene live. I won't lie to you, hurry up."
Urged by their boss and driven by money, the two pointed the camera at the window, giving a live broadcast of the scene below.
Money can always overcome fear.
The TV station in Sao Paulo, Brazil, was originally broadcasting the news, but the public suddenly found that the picture had changed…
Everywhere was filled with raging fire, accompanied by gunfire, and even fully armed gunmen could be seen firing at the building.
And the narration jumped out at the right time, "Drug dealers and gangsters in Cancun, Mexico, are massacring local residents!"
"Ah, help, help!"
Two militants dragged a white woman out of a building, pulling her hair, and she was screaming, with blood all over her body.
They dragged her to an open space…
And then, they began to violate her!
Everyone watching TV was horrified by this scene.
Is Mexico a country or hell?!
This scene spread rapidly through the live broadcast.
In another villa area, the sky gradually darkened.
"Hurry! Hurry, stop packing things, damn it, what are you doing holding onto that box?"
Enderick. Vinicius shouted angrily at his "little wife!"
Hearing his words, she became nervous and held the box even tighter, looking reluctant. It was obvious what was inside!
Definitely her hidden stash.
Enderick was about to continue speaking when he heard a sudden gunshot, and his face turned ugly. Sure enough, he saw a bodyguard rushing in.
"Sir, armed men are attacking."
He lived in the southern government's "high-ranking official area", where the residents were all rich and powerful. When it was safe, they had unlimited power, but when order collapsed…
The streets were littered with the bones of nobles, and the imperial treasury was burned to ashes!
Violent people were looking for trouble with these "masters!"
"Go, retreat through the back door. Those of you who can't bear to part with your jewelry can wait here to die." He turned and left decisively.
His own life was the most important thing.
That dog Arturo. Desena, will die a violent death sooner or later!
He didn't even call me when he ran away.
Seeing him run, the little wife who was still holding the box panicked. With a bite, she threw the box away, and dozens of gold rings and thumb-sized jadeite fell out…
So rich!
"Wait for me!"
Enderick got into the armored car and rushed to the nearby airport under the protection of his bodyguards. There was a private plane there, and he would go to Guatemala first.
Not long after he left, a group of gangsters broke into his villa.
When they saw the gold on the ground…
They looked at each other, and then started to snatch it.
"Get out of here, it's mine!"
"I told you to let go, you bastard, my gold!"
The gangsters were relatively poor. There was a chain of contempt even among those who were gangsters. They only collected protection fees for a long time, occasionally extorting and kidnapping, relying entirely on "other people's sponsorships". How could that compare to the quick money of drug trafficking?
Seeing the gold, their eyes turned red.
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In the end, it developed into mutual beatings and struggles, and… gunfights.
Enderick sat in the car, looking at his watch, his brow furrowed. "Hurry, hurry, step on the gas."
Tuk-tuk… tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk…
When passing a street, the gunfire became heavier and heavier, and then dozens of people ran out of the corner in a panic. Under the illumination of the car lights, it could be seen that many people's faces were filled with confusion and despair.
"Don't stop, run them over!"
Enderick roared, grabbing the driver's shoulder forcefully.
The other person gritted his teeth and didn't slow down. The Toyota SUV crashed into the crowd, knocking down more than a dozen people and running over them.
The car body trembled…
There were wails everywhere.
Enderick looked back from the rear window, the scene on the ground was too horrible to look at, and he swallowed.
"Don't blame me, don't blame me, I want to live!"
The convoy drove for 20 minutes before finally reaching his private airport. He had long used his power to seek personal gain, and these airports were so that he could escape quickly when something happened.
Drug dealers who could get ahead always had a few tricks to escape.
When the car stopped, he pushed the door open and ran onto the Bombardier Challenger 604 that had been prepared long ago. Because of his special hobbies, his name was sprayed on the fuselage: Enderick. Vinicius.
"Take off quickly!"
The plane began to sprint on the runway and quickly took off. Looking at the gradually shrinking tall buildings, Enderick breathed a long sigh of relief, the muscles on his face were a little stiff, and he said to the children and 4 wives who had already been scared silly, "It's okay, it's okay once we're in the sky."
Clang~
The plane shook, and there were exclamations again.
"Sorry sir, we encountered turbulence," the crew member said quickly.
"Damn it!"
Enderick. Vinicius cursed.
"Mom, what's that?"
Suddenly, the youngest child held in his arms pointed out the window.
The adults looked over in confusion and saw a fighter jet in the darkness outside, in the clouds?!!
An F-15E "Strike Eagle" fighter jet!
The gray outer layer was painted with a skull, but it was painted with lipstick, which looked a bit coquettish.
"Damn!"
"The Second Squadron's military aircraft of Mexico." A bodyguard saw the familiar logo and blurted out a curse.
It was too familiar.
It was simply "notorious."
The faces of the two pilots on the opposite side could be seen clearly.
Whoosh~!
The "Strike Eagle" fighter jet rolled over and passed over the Bombardier Challenger 604, reaching the other side.
"Sir, the other party is asking us to land at the nearest airport." The co-pilot ran out anxiously, his face a little ugly.
"Ignore him!"
"We finally got out, how can we land? Speed up and rush into Guatemalan territory, ask the local government for support, yes, I have money, let them send the air force to help me!"
Enderick. Vinicius had lost his mind.
Stop and be arrested?
That beast Victor would make him wish he were dead.
The Second Squadron fighter pilot was ordered to close the Cancun airspace, and he really caught a big fish. The name painted on the plane was too flashy, making it impossible not to know who it was. After confirming with the ground tower, he knew who it was.
Seeing that the other party didn't listen and even accelerated away, he reported to the ground.
The order he received was: "Shoot it down!"
Weapon system activated!
Aiming locked!
Fire!
The AIM-7 "Sparrow" missile was fired at the passenger plane.
Enderick, who had been staring, watched the missile flying towards him, his pupils shrinking, "No!!!!!"
Boom!!!!
beng!!!!
The Bombardier Challenger 604, about to fly into Belize, exploded over the state of Quintana Roo in Mexico, turning into a fireball and smashing towards the mountains on the ground. The huge vibration shattered all the glass within a 5-kilometer radius!
Even the sound and heat generated during the fall were seen by many people below.
"What a big fireball."
Chetumal, Belize.
Yeh Zhenli, who was being searched for all over the world, stood on the balcony of the villa, watching the fireball falling from the sky. The brother next to him couldn't help but speak.
But his face was slightly stiff, "That's a plane, it was shot down."
"Ah?"
Cousin Yeh Jinghua was shocked when he heard his words, "A plane? Shot down? Who is so bold?!"
"Look, that's a fighter jet." Yeh Zhenli pointed to the F15E coming down at a low altitude in the distance, his eyes sinking, "The Southern Government Alliance doesn't have fighter jets, it must be the government army. There must be a big shot in the plane that was shot down."
"Prepare to evacuate. Something must have happened to the Southern Alliance. We can't stay here anymore."
Although Belize is also a country, many people ignore it. Yeh Zhenli was thinking of hiding in plain sight, but if the Southern Alliance collapses and Mexico unifies, his business will definitely be affected.
"Run again? If we run again, it will be the Pacific Ocean." Yeh Jinghua muttered.
"Then you stay? Wait for people to come to your door? And then press you to Mexico City to be slowly sliced to death? Victor likes to do this the most."
Yeh Zhenli glanced at him, his tone unkind.
Upon hearing this, the other party quickly shook his head, forcing a smile. "Let's go! Damn it, I don't know what Viktor ate, but he insists on killing us all. We can just pay taxes, isn't it better to get rich together!"
"But, where do we go now?"
Ye Zhenli racked his brains, thinking hard. Colombia? No, no, the local gangs there are too fierce, Pablo is too rampant!
The government forces are being suppressed and beaten.
"Let's go to Suriname. That place is close to Brazil and far from Mexico. We can even become president there. Right now, we need to build high walls, store plenty of food, and slowly claim kingship. Next to us is Brazil, the largest drug distribution center in South America. We can definitely develop there."
Ye Jinghua's face tightened.
Suriname?
He'd never even heard of that place!
But he also knew that there was no changing Ye Zhenli's decisions. But facts also proved that the other party had relied on his intuition and keen sense of the situation several times to lead his brothers to escape death. Originally, they were developing in the mountains, but he saw that the Mexican government forces were too fierce, and they couldn't beat them even in guerrilla warfare. So he decisively dispersed them, some went to the United States, some came to Belize, and some went to Germany...
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