Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1404 - 675: North American Divine Sword!
Chapter 1404 -675: North American Divine Sword!
Rio de Janeiro!
The revolving door of the Copacabana Palace Hotel had long been welded shut, with a sign in red paint by the Red Command drug traffickers reading “Happy City Entrance” on the glass. A few traffickers holding AK-47s leaned against the door, their eyes scanning the sporadic pedestrians in the street like hungry wolves.
At 10:50 a.m., a commotion suddenly erupted on the hotel’s second-floor terrace.
In the Red Command, Carlos, who was in charge of beheading, stepped in muddy military boots, pushing a French tourist in a suit to the edge of the terrace. The tourist’s tie was askew, his hands tied behind his back, a rag stuffed in his mouth, only able to make muffled struggling sounds as tears welled up in his eyes.
Carlos grabbed him by the back of the neck, grinning at the camera by the balcony: “My friends, please aim the camera properly!”
He drew a military dagger from behind his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The French tourist’s eyes widened instantly, tears mingling with snot flowing down as he desperately twisted his body, only to have Carlos brutally kick his knee. A crisp “crack” sounded as the tourist shrieked and knelt, his knee bending at an unnatural angle.
“I said yesterday, ten a day.”
Carlos’s voice was sinister, “Today’s the first, a starter for the Brazilian government!”
The dagger plunged fiercely into the tourist’s carotid artery.
Blood spurted like a fountain onto the white tiles of the terrace. Carlos yanked the tourist’s hair, smashing his face against the railing repeatedly until the brains mixed with blood stuck to the iron railing.
He casually tossed the body off the floor, and with a “bang,” it hit the ground, shattering into four or five pieces, a complete mess!
“The next one, at noon!”
“Want to save the rest? Have the government withdraw the anti-drug team and open the passage to Europe! Otherwise, every day at this time, I’ll send you gifts!”
The TV broadcast signal was suddenly cut off, and in the conference room of the Presidential Palace, the room was so quiet you could hear breathing.
The President stared at the black-screen television.
Across the table, Commander of the Brazilian Army Admiral Pedro slammed his cap on the table, his tone fierce, “Damn! This is slapping Brazil in the face!”
The Minister of Internal Affairs rubbed his aching temples, his voice filled with exhaustion, “How much arms are hidden in the Rosina Slum? The RPG-7 can take down helicopters, the M2 heavy machine gun can penetrate armored vehicles, and there are thousands of hostages scattered in hotels, hospitals, schools. Going in hard? If just one hotel’s explosives go off, we’re all doomed!”
“But we can’t just wait for him to kill every day!”
“The French Ambassador has already given an ultimatum. If we can’t resolve this, France will join the European Union in imposing economic sanctions on us! And the UK, if a distant relative of the Royal Family gets hurt, we’ll be in even bigger trouble!”
The conference room door was suddenly pushed open. The secretary, clutching a telegram, said, “Mr. President! Mr. Victor from Mexico replied! He said they could send the Special Forces to assist us, but the operational command belongs to his people; our military is only responsible for perimeter security!”
“Are they planning a strong attack??? This will cause chaos!”
“Chaos is better than losing the country!”
Admiral Pedro grabbed the telegram, glanced at it, and slammed the table, “Mexico’s North American Divine Sword! Mr. President, don’t hesitate any longer!”
The President stared at the coffee stain on the table, remained silent for a full half-minute, and finally gritted his teeth, “Agree! Tell Victor I accept the conditions, but I want real-time updates on the operation, and no Brazilian citizen should die in vain!”
“Hands up if you agree.”
The group looked at each other.
“Agree!”
“Agree!”
“Agree!”
“Alright, immediately call Mexico and request their Special Forces support!”
After receiving the call for help from Mexico, they immediately followed procedures, and about four hours later, the Air Force Special Forces’ “North American Divine Sword” 23rd Company boarded the plane.
After flying for 12 hours,
four C-130 transport planes arrived at Galion International Airport.
By this time, several dozen hostages had already been killed, all broadcast live.
Colonel James Water led from the front.
He took a map handed to him by a Brazilian soldier, tapped his finger on the location of the Rosina Slum, and asked in Spanish with an Arabic accent, “Where’s the informant? Where’s the map of firepower distribution I requested?”
“Over there.”
The welcoming Colonel pointed to a boy crouching nearby. The boy looked only seventeen or eighteen, but he was very small, wearing a T-shirt washed until pale, the cuffs rolled up to his knees, exposing scars on his calves.
“His name is Lucas, an orphan from the slum. His family was killed by the Red Command last year, and he’s been helping us relay information.” 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Colonel James Water walked over, crouched down, and fished a piece of chocolate from his pocket to hand to Lucas.
The boy hesitated, took the chocolate, and softly said, “The Red Command’s command post is in the abandoned flour mill in the center of the slum. There are over fifty guards inside, all armed. The hotel’s explosives are under the flowerbeds in the first-floor lobby, and there’s C4 in the elevator shafts on each floor as well.”
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, on which the alleys of the slum were sketched with a wobbly pencil: “This is their patrol route, changing shifts every half hour; after eight in the evening, they deploy rocket launchers on the rooftops. The hostages in the hospital are held on the third floor.”
Colonel James Water took the blueprint, studied it carefully, and asked, “Who’s responsible for the Red Command in Rio? How many people around the leader? Does he have any habits? Such as where he regularly eats or sleeps?”
“Their spokesperson is Marcus. He has five bodyguards, all former military special forces, and they’re always with him.”
