Brothers who have fought in wars all know.
What terrain is the most difficult to handle.
Desert, rainforest, or plateau?
None of them!
It's isolated islands!
In Arlington Cemetery in Washington D.C., the U.S. capital, there is such a statue of six American soldiers raising an American flag into the ground.
This statue comes from a famous photographic work "Flag Raised on Iwo Jima," which later became a symbol of American spirit, and what this photo recorded was - the Battle of Iwo Jima.
The isolated island of more than 20 square kilometers became a meat grinder on the Pacific battlefield.
At that time, the U.S. military had to rely on aircraft and artillery, then pay a terrible price to successfully land on the island.
Just drug dealers?
Rely on what?
Kayaks?
Of course, he looked down on drug dealers in his heart, but Victor still had to make preparations.
Many residents discovered that there were many things covered with rain shelters at the dock. When someone wanted to sneak a look, they were stopped and scolded by the guarding officers.
This made some sensitive residents feel a slight tense atmosphere.
Santos had just returned from school this day, followed by Stephanie. The two were holding snacks in their hands when they suddenly saw a convoy driving by in unison, surrounded by people.
"Six vehicles, seven vehicles, eight vehicles..." A freckled boy was counting when his shoulder was suddenly tapped. "Campos."
The boy's rhythm was disrupted and he miscounted. He turned around angrily, but when he saw Santos and the other person, his expression relaxed. He obviously had a good relationship with the latter, hooking his arm around Santos's neck. "Hey, you're still bringing your wife out."
"Don't talk nonsense, this is my sister!"
Campos pursed his lips and pointed at the convoy. "So many vehicles just passed by, one after another, with 'Police Department' written on them. I bet there are weapons inside. If we could lift the covers and look, we'd know."
Who knew his mouth was like it had been blessed - the island was naturally windy, and just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew over, directly lifting the cover of a vehicle behind, obviously the rope wasn't tied securely.
They could see rows of rack-like things on that vehicle.
But Santos, deeply influenced by war films, immediately knew what this was.
"BM-13 rocket launchers!!" He exclaimed in surprise, but quickly covered his mouth and pulled Campos and Stephanie away.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Campos asked curiously.
"Nothing, nothing. If you have nothing to do these two days, don't go out." Santos just said this and ran straight home.
Seeing Stephanie running slowly behind him, he squatted down. "Come on, get on, I'll carry you."
The latter nodded and climbed onto his back.
Don't be fooled by Santos's thin appearance - his stamina was good. Carrying Stephanie, he ran straight home in one breath, just in time to see Valentina cooking.
Stephanie's father Dexter was afraid of freeloading and was working at a construction site.
"What's wrong? Why are you so tired from running?" Valentina asked curiously.
"There's going to be a war!" Santos swallowed.
This confused Valentina. War where? Guadalupe Island?
With whom?
Sharks?
"I just saw rocket launchers, the kind in movies that go whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Stephanie also nodded beside them.
"Maybe it's just regular military exercises? No need to worry." Just as she finished speaking, the door opened again, and Dexter returned looking travel-worn.
Stephanie called out and rushed over.
"No, no, I'm a bit dirty."
"You're home early today. Is the construction work finished?" Valentina looked up at the clock on the wall - it wasn't even five o'clock.
The man shook his head with a smile. "I don't know. Construction suddenly stopped. The foreman told us to go home first and rest for the next few days without work. It's strange - there's still a lot of work to do."
Valentina immediately fell silent, her expression somewhat ugly.
Seeing no response, the man looked up at her and noticed her bad expression. "What's wrong?"
"Dad, big brother Santos says there might be a war!"
The man laughed when he heard this. "Watch fewer war movies in the future. How could there be a war?"
"Really, I just saw many rocket launchers heading toward the beach on the road." Santos said hurriedly.
Valentina frowned. "Could your time off be related to this?"
Dexter was stunned and also fell into thought. "When you go to the market to buy vegetables, have prices changed?"
"It seems so, they've gotten much more expensive." Valentina thought for a moment and nodded.
"Maybe there really is a change."
Before major changes occur, market fluctuations are extremely accurate.
Just then, a Humvee police car passed by with a loudspeaker: "Martial law will be implemented starting tonight. No one is allowed to go out. Please pass this message to each other among residents. If difficulties arise, please take shelter in place."
This message was already very clear.
There was going to be a war!
Valentina nervously placed her hand on Santos's shoulder and squeezed nervously. The latter looked up. "Don't be afraid, Mom. Mr. Victor will achieve victory!"
Dexter frowned. "Who are we fighting?"
Information on Guadalupe Island was relatively delayed. After all, it was in the Pacific Ocean, and without special attention, one wouldn't know that drug dealers would join forces to "besiege" Victor.
"No matter who it is, Mr. Victor will achieve victory."
"He is invincible!"
"On his own island, he will not fail."
Santos shouted, raising his hand.
Dexter glanced at him - a fanatic.
At this time, on the beach in the northwest of the island.
Amphibious assault was quite difficult, but the island could be accessed from all sides, which was also a test of defensive capabilities.
Victor was rather devious.
Then he'd plant landmines on the beaches that were easier to land on!
About 60 M14 landmines were buried on a beach of no more than 300 square meters.
Damn...
This density - Victor was simply inhumane.
Anyway, these things were cheap, 110 points each, easy to make.
500 meters behind the beach, a trench was dug with four NSV machine guns set up, and 30 meters further back, four Type 64 120mm mortars.
Placing 30 people in this location should be enough to hold it, right?
Just the M14 landmines could take out a group of people. With this explosion radius, even athletes would be blown to pieces.
Even if athletes survived the landmines, what about the machine guns and mortars?
If they survived that too, Victor would deserve to fail.
Casare watched EDM officers laying mines, his scalp tingling, and couldn't help but scratch his head. "Boss, this... this is a bit brutal."
Victor held a cigarette in his mouth. "If I'm not brutal, why would I fight drug dealers?"
"We must be brutal to drug dealers!"
"If we survive this battle, Baja California will basically be ours. The Tijuana drug cartel won't have the ability to fight us anymore."
This was true. According to information from informants, Tijuana's Benjamin was personally leading people to seek revenge.
He must be killed!
The whole family should be reunited.
"You also need to pay attention to security on the island. If anyone tries to loot during the chaos, shoot them all!" Victor's tone was full of murderous intent.
Casare was also very nervous. He hadn't slept well since learning the news. With his fat body, it was said that drug dealers loved to put fat people in steamers to extract oil.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.
"Are you afraid?" Victor suddenly asked.
Casare looked at him, hesitated, then smiled bitterly and nodded. "Nervous. It's impossible not to be nervous. Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid?"
Victor smiled and pointed at the landmines ahead. "If those drug dealers could make me afraid, I would have left Mexico long ago. Do you think they're more brutal or I am?"
This question actually stumped Casare.
Because Victor's treatment of drug dealers was simply...
"Boss, what you do is called upholding justice! What they do is called crime. How can it be the same?"
This flattery had to be delivered.
Victor glanced at him. "As long as you're more brutal than anyone else, naturally, your fear of them will instantly disappear."
"I'm going to kill them all!"
"Then hang all the drug dealers in my trophy room!"
"All of them!"
(End of Chapter)
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