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Chapter 184: Cartagena Massacre

After receiving Sean's prepared message, Gilbert immediately contacted those with whom he had previously communicated.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Although there is no such proverb in the United States, there are still similar sayings.

Those people would not move the factory to a war-torn place like Colombia just because of a few words from Gilbert.

On the other side, Marvin Bush, Robert Jianguo, Hayden and several others also flew to Cartagena.

"FK, what are you doing with these things?" Several guys looked at the armored vehicles and self-propelled mortars in the base and felt that Sean was crazy.

"You're not going to cause any massacre here, are you?" Marvin Bush took Sean's arm and looked at him in horror.

"What is massacre?" Sean rolled his eyes, "This is called purification. Do you understand purification? Purify the world!"

"Oh, Hitler said the same thing back then!" Robert Jianguo hugged his shoulders and sneered.

"Can it be the same?" Sean looked at a few people with a serious face, pointed in the direction of Cartagena and said: "You have also seen in the city, how poor and backward it is here."

"Gangs are rampant here, selling drugs, selling money, gambling, kidnapping, extortion, and all imaginable evils exist here."

"Peace and happiness only lie in their imagination."

"Of course there is a problem with the ability of local politicians, but these gangs that are entrenched in ordinary people are the main gang forces that exploit them."

"You have also seen what happened at the construction site. These people are the greediest devils in hell. They cannot create wealth, but only greedily plunder. These devils are a stumbling block in the development route of Cartagena."

"Are we going to deprive other people of their right to pursue happiness just for the sake of these people?"

"I gave them a chance, but the devil is the devil. They cannot be influenced, they can only be eliminated."

"For the happiness of the people of Cartagena, for the peace of Cartagena, and for the development of Cartagena, I will represent God and punish them!" As he said this, Sean raised his arms high as if it were justice.

the incarnation of.

"Bah, bang, bang, bang," Marvin clapped, and several people looked at each other and then looked at Sean, "So, we are the messengers of justice?"

"Yes, we, the world's police, specialize in eradicating evil and protecting the rights and interests of the majority of people. We are the nemesis of evil!" Sean gave a thumbs up.

"Sin buster, I like this word." Robert Jianguo said with a laugh.

"Our slogan is: eradicate evil. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

"Super hero?"

"Super hero!"

"Done!"

On the other side, a group of wealthy people who came to Cartagena with Gilbert also visited the industrial area built by Sean.

The result is……

The dilapidated construction site, construction waste discarded everywhere, half-constructed factory buildings, and idle hooligans wandering around.

Are you just going to let us see this?

"This is what Colombia should be like." Gilbert said with a smile: "But soon, very soon you will see a storm sweeping across the entire Cartagena. After the storm, what is left is not a piece of land.

It’s a messy world, but a clean world.”

Everyone looked at each other, so we had to take a closer look.

…

"The Black Hawk took off three hours ago and is expected to arrive around 4 p.m."

"Ten combat teams of security personnel from the South American branch are ready."

"good!"

"Everyone, I advise you not to eat at noon and wait until evening to see how you feel."

…

Sean, Marvin, and Hayden wore camouflage uniforms on the boat and boarded the Black Hawk helicopter one by one. At this moment, all the helicopter's external weapon systems were mounted, and the Hellfire and rockets were all restored.

"Report, all combat groups have arrived at their predetermined positions." Craig Wright said loudly.

Craig Wright, an expert in urban combat command, will direct the entire combat plan from the command vehicle today.

"Okay, let's start taking action in ten minutes." Sean ordered.

The hatch closed, the sound of the propeller sounded, and the Black Hawk entered the ready state.

Five minutes later, upon receiving the order, the Black Hawk took off and began circling over the base.

Two M113A3 armored vehicles rushed out from the base gate, targeting the city of Cartagena, with Craig Wright sitting in the field command vehicle behind them.

The sudden appearance of the M113A3 in the city surprised many citizens. They had not heard that the guerrillas were coming recently.

Besides, do the guerrillas have such a thing?

"Helicopters begin the first round of strikes!" Craig Wright's order came from inside the Black Hawk. The pilot raised the joystick and flew straight to the city of Cartagena.

Amidst the sound of the propellers, the Black Hawk with external weapons appeared in the sky over Cartagena. Looking at the weapons mounted on the fuselage, it may be the long-term war that made the Colombians instinctively feel some danger and avoid it.

It's just that the gang members in the target location can't leave, this is their home base.

"Arrived at the scheduled location!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!" Sitting in the passenger seat, Sean locked the target three-story building and pressed the launch button.

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

The flames soared into the sky, and flames first spurted out from the windows and other places. Then, the entire three-story building exploded, and the masonry and cement flew dozens of meters high under the shock wave.

In such a big explosion, it is impossible for anything to survive.

With a flick of the joystick, the helicopter flew towards the next target.

Cartagena is the fourth largest city and an important port. Thousands of tons of marijuana are exported from here every year, and dozens of tons of high-purity cocaine are also circulated from here.

There are countless gangs entrenched in Cartena, and there are more than a dozen on Sean's blacklist.

This is also the reason why Sean insists on sweeping this place hard.

There are so many gangs, and saying there are no good people in the slums is probably an exaggeration.

However, in the slums of Cartagena, even many children have participated in widespread drug abuse...

If a rabbit weighing more than 5 grams is shot and killed, nuclear bombs can be dropped directly on the slums.

"FK, let me do it!" Marvin grabbed Sean's arm and kept pulling, "Hurry up."

Sean twitched the corner of his mouth. Last time, Marvin insisted on playing with rockets one more time. Sean discovered that this guy has a strong tendency to violence.

As soon as they changed their actions, the driver over there loudly ordered: "Lock target No. 2."

"Prepare!"

"Fire!"

"Whoosh"

"boom!"

There was a big explosion, and a small building was blown up again. The huge explosion could be heard clearly in half of Cartagena.

"OoOoOo┗|｀O′|┛Ow~~" Marvin shouted loudly, looking very perverted.

This is much more enjoyable than blowing up a ship at sea.

After the bombing here, the helicopter had just changed its target when ten American soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and armed with live ammunition suddenly rushed out from the surrounding area. They shouted "dog", "dog" and "dog" and rushed towards the abandoned area.

Helicopters carried out precise strikes, and people from X Security Company were responsible for follow-up cleaning.

These gangs don't just have one small building, there are many people on the must-kill list around here who need to be eliminated.

Of course, this also includes on-site searches.

Hellfire targets small buildings, and the safe cannot theoretically be blown up.

After all, safes are used to store important items. This thing is ordinary and not fake...

While punishing rape and eradicating evil and upholding justice, we must also pay attention to the principle of "taking advantage of evil and doing good". Obviously, Sean is kind!

Hellfire clears the way, eight missiles, one for each station of some of the largest gangs in Cartagena. If any of them misses their turn, there is nothing they can do.

With only eight rounds, they can only be considered a loss.

However, for those who are unlucky enough not to enjoy the Hellfire, X Security Company personnel will also treat them to a few rounds of RPG.

Sean is so generous and tries his best to get even rain and dew.

There was a wave of bombing in the city, and the pilot followed the order and drove the helicopter straight to the industrial area.

There's still a lot of garbage over there that needs to be cleaned up.

The big explosion in the city apparently also reached the industrial area, and groups of people gathered together according to gangs to discuss what happened in the city.

The vague uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.

This may be a subconscious warning when life has a premonition that it is about to die.

Soon, the sound of the propellers was heard. Looking at the crowds of people, Sean had a cruel smile on his lips, "Very good, concentrate on it, it will save you trouble!"

"Do you want to hit the crowd?" Sean turned his head and glanced at several people.

Sean didn't have the ability to radiate evil energy, but the expression in his eyes still made Marvin and others tremble.

"No, no, no, it's up to you to do this." Several people waved their hands.

It doesn't matter if you bomb buildings or something like that. You can't see anyone, so the shadow in your heart isn't that big, but you can fire rockets at the crowd...

This guy is not a real soldier or a murderous pervert, so he cannot do such a thing.

"Tch!" Sean turned his head and pretended to be cruel.

With a mutter, Sean aimed at the crowd and directly pressed the launcher button, while 19 rockets flew out with a 'whoosh', 'whoosh' and 'whoosh'.

Wherever they passed, there were continuous explosions, no screams, and broken limbs flying in the firelight.

Within a radius of tens of meters, flames and stumps formed a hell!

Seeing the situation on the ground through the observation window, Marvin and others' throats moved, and they swallowed subconsciously. Damn, it's so cruel!

At the same time as he was afraid, a wave of pleasure brought by violent emotions surged into his heart.

I really want to switch with Sean.

Of course, just thinking about it.

It is difficult for normal people to break through this bottom line.

There was no reaction on the driver's face. He had flown a Black Hawk in the military and had been on the battlefield and participated in real battles.

The US military has never had the habit of taking care of civilians of other countries on the battlefield. It has always treated them equally and fired directly.

The reported death toll has never been true.

Drivers have not experienced this situation once or twice.

With a flick of the joystick, the helicopter flew towards the location of another group of people, a few hundred meters away. Sean locked on and directly pressed the launch button.

‘Whoosh’ ‘whoosh’ ‘whoosh’

‘Boom’ ‘Boom’ ‘Boom’

It was a flaming hell again. Only a few people quickly ran out after noticing the bombardment, but more people were frightened and Sean didn't give them any time to react.

When the bombing started in the city, the wealthy people who came with Gilbert heard the sound.

Colombia and bombing, when these two words are put together, they can't help but feel less nervous.

However, Gilbert seemed to be a god, "It's very safe. Our own people, don't you think Colombia is unsafe? This is cleaning up some garbage. Once all the garbage is cleared, it will be safe here."

Hearing what Gilbert said, a group of wealthy people took a breath of cold air.

Isn't this, a direct bombing, a bit excessive?

A group of people are currently at the Sean Chemical Plant construction site in the industrial area. Gilbert brought them here specially.

As soon as the bombing in the city stopped, everyone saw small black dots in the sky flying towards this direction.

The scene of a helicopter firing rockets directly in the air came into view, and the sound of explosions and patches of fire shone in front of my eyes.

All the rich people were shocked and speechless.

But, this is not over yet!

After the rocket launch, Sean opened the cannon mounted under the cabin.

As the driver chased several other local gang members who were wandering around the industry, Sean adjusted his cannon to aim at the crowd and began to fire.

"Dong" "Dong" "Dong" "Dong" "Dong"

Amidst the roar of machine guns, screams came one after another.

As long as you are scratched by a machine gun bullet, even if you don't die on the spot, some parts will be missing from your body, and you will just scream and bleed to death.

Compared with fighter jets that are too fast, the cannons are actually not accurate enough, and the strike time is short, armed helicopters are simply too convenient to use to kill ground targets!

Reduce your speed, aim at the crowd and shoot left and right!

Almost nothing slips through the cracks!

Whether it's people or the few simple houses these guys built in the industrial area for resting, everything that is not in the industrial area must be cleaned up!

He controlled the Black Hawk helicopter to hover over Gilbert and others, the airport door opened, and Sean descended directly.

When Sean landed, the Black Hawk immediately returned to the base. According to Sean's previous instructions, he went back to replace the auxiliary fuel tank and then directly crossed the Caribbean Sea and returned to Miami.

I can't stay in Cartagena anyway.

Sean, wearing a camouflage uniform, landed and hugged Gilbert first.

He took off his camouflage clothes and found a set of casual clothes underneath.

Most of the rich people around did not know Sean, but this guy got off a helicopter. Even if the bombing and massacre just now was not done by this guy himself, it still has something to do with it.

Butcher, executioner, murderer, pervert...

Guardian!

Someone took away the camouflage uniform that he had changed into, and then Gilbert coughed lightly and said, "Let me introduce to you, everyone should have heard of this person, Sean Rockefeller."

"Mr. Sean is the initiator and owner of this industrial zone, and is also the owner of X Security Company. The security of the industrial zone in Cartagena will be taken care of by X Security Company."

"Hello, hello." Sean stepped forward and shook hands with everyone one by one, feeling a bit like a leader inspecting.

"You don't need to worry about the safety of the industry at all. Cartagena is very safe." Sean's face was full of warm smiles, and he couldn't tell that he had just killed so many people. "The scenery here is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, and the local people are simple.

,Hospitality."

"The most important thing is that there will be no more gangs in Cartagena, now or in the future."

"You don't have to worry about guerrillas or anti-government organizations."

"X Security is not the Colombian army. For X Security, protecting the safety of customers' lives and property is the most important. For this reason, the security company never minds large-scale bombings."

"The South American branch of the security company is right next to the industrial zone. It has two Black Hawk helicopter gunships, three armored vehicles, and self-propelled mortars. If necessary, more troops will be added at any time."

Sean looked at everyone with a solemn face, "I came to Cartagena for only three things, safety, safety, and fucking safety!"

"Safe, Cartagena is very safe!" Everyone applauded.

With a US military guard standing next to it, what the hell could be safer than this!

Everyone knows that these bullshit guerrillas are, in the final analysis, just a group of armed drug dealers, and their combat effectiveness is in no way comparable to that of the US military.

As long as we don't encounter rabbits, the U.S. military will never lose.

Everyone stood there and chatted for a while before Gilbert opened his mouth to invite: "The dinner is ready, let's go over there."

Everyone got in their cars and left the industrial area. On the way, they accidentally turned their heads and saw corpses strewn all over the ground.

Scattered arms and legs, large intestines flying everywhere...

"vomit"……

Seeing this scene, they all closed their eyes and covered their mouths.

cruel!

After leaving the industrial area and entering the city, the city was in chaos.

The Black Hawk can clear people very quickly, but the combat team's clearing mission requires killing them shot by shot.

The entire slum area was full of gunshots, and the streets were deserted with no one in sight.

The helicopter bombing just now had scared the onlookers back, and the few who occasionally rushed onto the street would soon be beaten to death in the street by the security company personnel who were chasing after them.

Blood and corpses can be seen everywhere on the streets.

It completely looks like a war-torn area.

Gilbert's convoy was coming, and Commander Craig Wright had already informed him to go down.

Otherwise, the convoy will be blown up by RPG as soon as it enters.

Sean and Gilbert were sitting in the first car. The speed was not fast, and corpses appeared on the road from time to time. They could not avoid them, so they had to forcefully run them over.

When it is crushed, blood will inevitably spurt out, making the car sting with blood.

The rich people in the chemical industry in the car behind were all pale. Fortunately, they listened to Gilbert and didn't eat lunch. Otherwise, they would definitely be vomiting by now.

However, although this situation was cruel and scary, I felt inexplicably safe amidst the bumps and bumps.

Even if these local gangs are tough, they will all become honest after this brutal killing.

It's just that everyone was a little confused along the way. There's such a commotion here, where are the police?

police!

The police are changing their uniforms in the police station.

Aren't you allowed to carry a gun when you go out on a mission?

Why don't you change your clothes?

Don't you want the car to start?

You don’t need time!

Hell, when the Black Hawk helicopter gunships were in the sky bombarding us with missiles, the police chief wanted to unplug the station's phone line.

As long as no one calls the police, Cartagena is safe!

However, it was too late after all. I don’t know who the damn guy called the police.

Don't let me know who you are, I will definitely kill you!

Hearing the constant sound of bombing, they and the police did not dare to go out.

They are still very confident about what other people's firepower is and what their own firepower is.

Especially after receiving news later, a group of guys wearing camouflage uniforms rushed in in armored vehicles.

The six-barreled Gatling is a powerful chug.

The police chief threw the small pistol in his hand on the spot.

What do I need this gun for?

It's okay to bully civilians with a small pistol or something like that.

Anyway, the gunshots outside continued, and the police were determined not to go out.

Very determined!

It doesn't work for anyone.

The convoy passed through the slums and entered the seaside.

Like a chasm, after passing here, Cartagena is two worlds.

Cartagena has a protrusion near the seaside, an airport, various five-star hotels, and a castle built here by the Spanish.

The clean and tidy streets are lined with tall buildings. Pedestrians walk briskly and have a light smile on their faces.

This is a rich area, either tourists from the United States or rich people from Colombia.

On entering the civilized world, everyone got out of the car and changed cars.

The car was covered in blood, as if Cartagena was unsafe.

In fact, this is the reason why Sean chose Cartagena. Apart from the slums, the security here is actually very good.

For various guerrilla groups, their main financial sources are marijuana and coca leaves, and most of them are exported from here. Therefore, there is a tacit understanding that no one comes here to cause trouble.

If there is really no peace here, to put it bluntly, it will cut off everyone’s source of income.

There is a tacit understanding.

When we arrived at the reserved banquet hall, Mayor Butler Mitchell and his team were already waiting here.

After Sean's introduction, many wealthy Americans shook hands with Butler Mitchell.

Everyone is a little surprised that Mayor Butler Mitchell appears here. There are bombings and massacres outside, but you can still appear here with a cheerful face.

This magnanimity...

Stable!

It was immediately clear to everyone that Sean had reached an agreement with the Cartagena City Government and that everything was going according to plan.

Government-business cooperation... ahem, government-business cooperation.

Stable!

The banquet started here, everyone was chatting and laughing, and on the other side, inside the police station...

The police chief stood at the window, looking over the slums in the distance. After a while, he turned his head and listened carefully.

It seems like there haven't been any gunshots for a long time, right?

As if he had been confirmed several times, the police chief immediately became energetic, grabbed the pistol he had thrown on the sofa and put it into his gun bag, took the coat hanging on his clothes and put it on his body, opened the door to the room, and strode majestically.

Got out.

"Everyone, get in the car quickly and rush to the scene of the incident. Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"We must catch all the gangsters in one fell swoop!"

All the policemen suddenly became energetic, holding guns and shouting, and got into the car one after another.

It’s time to show off your police prowess!

Rush the duck!

Starting with the chief's and the police officer, more than a dozen cars lined up and rushed out of the police station, just getting on the road and preparing to enter the main road.

Suddenly, the director's car suddenly came to a sudden stop.

The sudden braking caused a series of police cars behind him to react slowly. Amidst a series of 'bang', 'bang' and 'bang' sounds, many police cars rear-ended each other.

what's the situation?

Many police cars pushed open their doors and stretched their necks to look in the direction of the intersection. They saw an armored vehicle approaching and blocking the intersection. The six-barreled Gatling gun on the roof of the car slowly rotated, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing here.

chief Police officer:……

A group of police officers:...

Quiet, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Go back!" A voice came from the loudspeaker in the armored vehicle.

The police chief's throat trembled, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, tremblingly picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and shouted in a dry voice: "Go back, go back, dog, dog, dog!"

The scene seemed to be playing backwards, reversing, and police cars were lining up and reversing.

Drive back faster than when you came.

No one, including the police chief, thought of standing up and saying, "I'm a police officer, put my hands up."

a?

No need, absolutely no need!

What happened to the police?

The police are not tough at all.

There is no need to show off, people are so dare to drive missiles in their Black Hawks, and when things have come to this point, no one thinks that the other party dares not open fire on the police.

How did you come and how did you go back?

The tape ends and the street is bare.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the debris that had just been rear-ended was tumbling on the road.

X Security has the tradition of X Security.

When doing things, pay attention to a beginning and an end.

Everyone knows how to do this without Sean's instructions.

After the murder, the scene must be cleaned up and the scene must not be caused any trouble to the local police.

That’s how generous!

bombing?

This has.

kill?

does not exist!

There is no body, so how can we say it was a murder?

Where is the evidence?

Who dares to slander me?

I'll kill you!

It's just that there were a lot of kills this time and it was a bit difficult to clean up.

"You shouldn't use hellfire explosions!" A security guard from

"

"It's better to use a gun, the body is intact!"

"Is this taking too much time?"

"Let's report it to the boss and think of a solution."

Craig Wright was stunned for a while when he received the news, and then ordered the security personnel to ask the surrounding residents to help collect the bodies in exchange for more money.

Everyone is responsible and watching, there won't be any problems.

With the participation of local residents, the speed of cleaning up the mess suddenly accelerated.

As for the industrial area, they could only use bulldozers to collect all the corpses.

Once the corpses here are collected, they will also be sent to the industrial area for unified processing.

"Head, are there any reporters here?" In the command car, Craig Wright suddenly received a report from someone below.

"There are no reporters anywhere!" Craig Wright immediately shouted and ordered: "They are just a group of tourists. Bring them back and confiscate cameras and other things."

The order was given, and the security personnel below immediately took action.

There was no stopping or asking, he just rushed forward and fired a warning shot if he dared to run.

The camera was confiscated and taken away!

"I'm a reporter. You have no right to arrest me. I have the right to freedom of press reporting!" Many of these journalists are very stubborn and always feel that journalists have special privileges.

This is easier for those politicians. If it were Sean, he might be a little more polite.

But now they were facing a group of soldiers. These guys were used to not beeping when they could take action. After knocking people down with the butt of their rifles, the muzzle of the gun was placed on their heads, and the scene immediately became quiet.

Sure enough, convincing people with reason is the most convenient, quick and effective way.

Faced with this gang of murderous security men, a group of intellectuals decisively chose to follow their hearts.

Craigie Wright didn't even think about doing anything to them. He just wanted to keep photos like this out, or not spread them out, and spread them out as little as possible.

This is Sean's consistent principle.

Even in New Jersey, which dominates the entire underground world, Sean does not leave corpses when dealing with people, and sends them all to the sea for destruction.

If there is no body, the person is missing at most. The nature of the matter varies greatly.

There were indeed a lot of people killed this time, more than a dozen gangs, and the security company dispatched 10 basic combat teams, killing more than 300 gang members.

It was pulled by a van that had been prepared long ago, and the body was put into a bag and thrown in like frozen pork.

Several cars were pulled forward and backward.

Along the way, blood leaked out of the gaps and the road was covered in blood.

Until all the bodies had been transported, Craig Wright did not give the order to release the reporters.

They were not mistreated, but sent to a hotel they had just booked.

As soon as they heard that they were going to eat, many reporters were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

The other reporters were either wailing or yelling, which made Craigie Wright look confused when he opened the door.

Are you all crazy?

It took a long time to figure out that these reporters thought of the "Last Supper" when they heard about eating, and thought they were going to kill them after eating.

It's no wonder they could think of such a thing. After all, these American soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms are too ruthless.

So many people had just been killed in the city, and these reporters couldn't help but think about it.

Craig Wright explained in a dumbfounded way: "There is no last supper. He is here to give out red envelopes to everyone. Treating guests to dinner is just normal entertainment."

Upon hearing Craig Wright's explanation, the scene was quiet for a while, and then someone shouted loudly, "We have the right to freedom of the press. This is illegal detention. I will sue you."

"Yes, illegal detention. This is massacre. I will definitely expose you!"

There was a commotion and shouting, and Craig Wright's face instantly darkened. Damn it, I was just wasting my time, what should I say to this reporter?

Everyone has their own strengths and should not do things that they are not good at.

Thinking of this, Craig Wright had a cold face, pulled an M16 from the security guard beside him, pointed it at the roof of the shed and pulled the trigger directly. The gunshot sounded like a "click-click", and in an instant, the scene became quiet again.

"Shit, you fucking sons of bitches, fuck your freedom of the press." Craig Wright glanced at the crowd coldly, "Everyone is thinking about which newspaper they belong to and who they are.

Hand over your identity information, then take your money and get out.”

"With my money, if I let you know, any of you would dare to report randomly."

Craig Wright snorted heavily, "I will send your whole family to hell the next day!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene became quiet again. No one in the group of reporters spoke and lowered their heads silently.

Reporters: If you had spoken so nicely earlier, it would have been over!

Craig Wright cursed and handed the gun back to the people around him, "Let them stand against the wall with their press credentials and take pictures, just like criminals."

Pushing open the hotel door, Craig Wright turned around and walked out, leaving only one sentence, "What a bunch of bastards!"

Of course, even though Craig Wright seemed to have done a very clean job and even sent out murder threats, there would definitely be reports that should be reported.

After all, it is not up to a reporter to decide what a newspaper should report.

This just leaves less information to report.

The scope of coverage has been reduced.

Can control negative publicity to the greatest extent.

It will be convenient for Sean to deal with public opinion issues later.