Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 448 - 307: Black Hawk Down! _3
A gust of wind blew by, and their corpses swayed like feathers hanging in the breeze. There were also a few captives, wailing in despair.
"Dolly, my Dolly," the blonde woman cried out, lying on the ground, thrusting towards the ground, as the teddy bear ran over... to hug the other’s buttocks and began...
After all, a dog is a dog!
Beasts only have primal impulses.
The scene of more than 200 hanging bodies spread quickly to the United States, North America, and the world through the media!
Everyone couldn’t help but feel anxious; these were over 200 Special Forces.
With that many men, you could overthrow a government in many regions.
Bereaved families ran into the streets, demanding the U.S. Government bring back the bodies.
"You sent my child to die, and now you won’t even give me his ashes?!" An elderly woman with silver hair screamed in agony, clutching a photograph, while her husband and children next to her wiped away tears.
In the photo, a Private First Class in military uniform grinned, showing his white teeth, tightly hugging his mother... who looked blissfully happy.
"Bush, step down!"
"Bush, step down!"
"Bush, step down!"
Some people couldn’t help but loudly protest, raising their hands, the crowd growing larger, the voices spreading wider.
Old Bush was quiet, but his handwriting had clearly become rough.
Sigh~
He looked at the Defense Minister, who looked despondent, "Someone should take responsibility for this."
"I will announce my resignation."
Richard Bruce Cheney’s voice was hoarse as he raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, "But I hope we can bring their bodies back."
"I’ll send a special envoy to see Victor," Old Bush nodded.
As Richard left, he hunched his back, but at the door, he paused, "Our intelligence has been betrayed; the United States has been infiltrated by Mexico."
Old Bush’s expression turned grave in an instant, furrowing his brows as he turned to look at the television. Aumada Town was covered in bullet holes and burn marks, the blood on the ground not yet dry.
It spoke of the ferocity of the battle.
He furrowed his brows tightly, muttering twice, "Victor, Victor!"
Old Bush had a very thorny premonition. He thought for a moment, picked up the landline, and called the person he disliked the most.
"Hello, Mr. Rumsfeld, I think I have a matter I need your help with."
...
Victor stood at the highest point of Aumada Town, a church.
He lit a cigarette for himself, his hands on the railing, looking down below at the utter mess!
"Jason, what do you think about me making a film to commemorate this?" Suddenly he became interested, turning his head to ask his battalion chief.
"I’ve even thought of the name, ’Black Hawk Down’, and I plan to cameo in it."
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How could you ensure the Americans wouldn’t go mad?
It was like pouring salt on their wounds!
"General, I think what is needed now, is mutual calm," he finally spoke, very diplomatically.
Victor turned his head and glanced at him, seeing his serious expression, and laughed, "We’ve won, and we must have the victor’s rights, are you scared? Scared the Americans will wage total war?"
He laughed and waved his hand, "No, they wouldn’t dare. If they did, they should have sent bombers into Mexico yesterday and killed me. But they are afraid, they are afraid I might escape, that proximity to Mexico would turn the U.S. side into a warzone."
"They are already at war with Iraq, and anti-war sentiment is rising at home. Old Bush’s opinion polls are down quite a bit."
"Bullets and lives must make way for votes."
Jason Bourne thought about it, and the rationale was there.
"Just wait, the Americans will come for the bodies, and just as Frank Lucas could traffic drugs, so can I exchange these for some benefits." Victor took a drag of his cigarette, tightened his cheeks, and spat into the air.
He casually flicked the cigarette butt off the rooftop, it fell to the ground, sparking.
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"Let’s go, to award medals to my soldiers, today, they have preserved our anti-drug effort!"
"Evil Americans have suffered their most grievous casualties since World War II!"
Victor nonchalantly turned around.
The sky was filled with murky black clouds, but a beam of light, struggling, resisting, roaring.
Finally...
Sunlight shone upon the earth.
The day would eventually see a glorious one.
...
