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"Are you sure it's here?" Sean asked, pointing to the sandbox on the table during the combat meeting.

"Sure, it's within this range." Bill gestured, "The forest is deep and dense, and it's too detailed to see clearly. Only his airport runway can be seen clearly."

Several photos were placed on the table. At first glance, nothing could be seen. It was only after zooming in that one could see that it was a runway covered with branches and camouflage cloth.

"If we hadn't known in advance that there was an airport runway here, it would have been impossible to see it from a high altitude!" Bill said with some emotion: "This jungle is too complicated. According to Hansa, when the house was built, it was directly based on a tree.

With the tree as the center, the house is built directly underneath.”

"Those factories are covered with a thick layer of soil, and then shrubs are planted on top to camouflage them."

"It's really difficult to detect under normal circumstances. Pablo is very careful."

"You can't make it this big if you're not careful!" Sean snorted, "No matter how careful you are, it's useless. Can you withstand my money offensive?"

Bill shrugged, Pablo also had money, Sean's greater advantage was his identity and the United States behind him.

"What's the battle plan?" Sean asked after asking everyone to sit down again.

"Bombing, large-scale bombing." Bill shrugged and pointed at the general who came from the military. "We discussed it with the military, and this is the only way."

"So rude? Can't you airborne?" Sean was stunned.

"No!" Bill shook his head directly, "Airborne, even the most accurate and dangerous low-altitude airborne, still needs a relatively complete flat land. With the environment over there, if you are lucky, you will be able to airborne and hang directly on the tree.

, if you’re unlucky, your butt will be pierced by a branch!”

A picture flashed through Sean's mind. A large group of American soldiers were sitting in a tree, moaning and screaming, with distorted expressions. Thinking about that picture made him shudder.

"What kind of terrain is it? Is it convenient for bombing?" Sean asked with a slight cough.

"The good news is that this camp is not all valleys and hills like Afghanistan. It is a hillside to the east. Most of the whole camp is on a small valley plain. The bad news is that the vegetation is very dense. To capture this base simply by bombing, you need to use

There will be many, many, many bombs." Bill shook his head as he said that bombs also cost money.

Sean frowned. Even though the military supports so many aircraft, there is a limit on ammunition consumption. The military expenditure for a year is so much, and it cannot be used without limit. To put it bluntly, this is not a national strategy, and Congress will not do it alone.

Appropriated.

This time the military dispatched, on the one hand, it was due to Sean's long-term cooperative relationship with the military, and on the other hand, it was because he had the money to get it. However, the cost could not exceed expectations, and the military had to earn something.

"If that doesn't work, use incendiary bombs!" Sean thought about it and said directly.

"You are crazy, you are very likely to cause a forest fire!" Bill was startled and looked at Sean in shock, "If it really causes a forest fire, the losses will be huge."

Sean glanced at everyone in the combat command room with a serious face, coughed slightly and said: "Comrades...ahem, I've crossed the line, friends!"

Everyone in the room had weird looks on their faces, and they said you are not red!

"Friends, what we are doing is a great cause. Our country, our people, and people in other countries around the world are suffering from major threats from drugs. Every year, more than 100,000 people die directly from drugs.

Hundreds of people lose their lives every day, and those indirectly injured by drugs cause even more deaths and greater property losses."

"The problem of poisonous drugs cannot be delayed without delay!"

"I know this is a difficult choice. We don't want anyone to be harmed, we don't want the forest to be destroyed, and we don't want the mother earth we depend on to survive..."

Sean's speech was a long one, which made most people in the conference room who had not had much contact with Sean look moved. They all felt that even some sacrifices were worth it and felt quite sacred.

Westerners just love giving speeches and are easily inspired...

But Bill and others have followed Sean for many years and know Sean very well.

Sure enough, after speaking, Sean's expression changed, "If it's burned, it's burned. What's being burned belongs to Colombia, not the United States. No one will trouble us. The Colombian government will be responsible for serious consequences."

"Damn it, how much money does Pablo bring back to Colombia from the United States every year? What's the matter? He's happy when he's making money, but he can't stand any losses?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

Everyone: "..."

"Besides, don't look at the Americans. Europeans are always shouting about protecting the environment and protecting the forest. The Amazon rainforest is the lungs of the world and should be protected. Rainforest countries don't think so!" Sean curled his lips, "You think you're stupid?

You can burn a lot, but you think too highly of yourself. Several surrounding countries actively burn them every year. Do you know how big the area is?"

"Burning the rainforest to grow pasture and develop livestock, cutting down and selling timber, artificially destroys one-tenth of Portugal's land area every year!"

"Worry about them, you have nothing to do!" Sean curled his lips and cursed again.

Everyone was silent now...

"Bill, you're so fucking stupid...where's Dongfeng 1!" Sean turned to look at Bill.

"They've all been shipped, but there are only 45 of them. Are you sure you want to use them?" Bill looked Sean up and down.

"Use it!" Sean waved his hand excitedly, "At worst, I'll order it from the east, it's not expensive."

"Okay, it's up to you." Bill shrugged nonchalantly.

"I want to replace it with incendiary warheads. They should have..." Sean got excited and didn't care about the many people here. He directly picked up the phone and called out, "Yes... now we need to... use a transport plane, air transport.

, it doesn’t cost much... Military transport planes don’t have such a long transport range? Then just transit in the Pacific. There are several small countries... If they don’t have diplomatic relations, then use my name and I will contact... Yes, that’s it,

OK, I’ll wait for you!”

"Pa" Sean raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Done!"

"Actually, when it comes to bombing, the F-16 is still too unprofessional and carries too little ammunition."

"It would be great if there was a strategic bomber. That would be real bombing!" Sean shook his head and sighed.

Everyone shook their heads secretly after hearing this, why don't you just drop the nuclear bomb...

…

Three days later, Medellin military base.

"The target base is located 12 kilometers west of Cerro Alta Cruz Peak and 265 kilometers away from the base."

"Ground troops have been deployed in Simitala, the nearest small town from here."

"Start preparations now. In one hour, the bombing will begin!"

Sean gave an order, and the missile launch vehicle that had been delivered long ago began to enter the launch state. The high launcher was erected, and the artillerymen once again checked the trajectory and coordinates to ensure a smooth launch.

At the nearby airport, 40 F16s were also undergoing the final round of inspections and refueling.

Everything is running in an orderly manner.

"Is the filming team ready?" Sean turned to look at Bill.

"Be sure to make sure that the two helicopters will take off in 20 minutes and will take real-time filming nearby to ensure that the entire bombing process is fully captured."

"Very good. For such a big operation, it would be a pity not to leave any video data. This can be used as a gift for future visits to various countries." Sean said with a smile.

Bill chuckled, "I think you are planning to use it to scare people!"

"Haha, you can't say that. If I go on a trip on behalf of the Umbrella, the gift must of course be related to the Umbrella. The brilliant achievements were created by all of us Umbrella people with their lives, so of course they must be displayed!"

"Created with the lives of our enemies," Bill added.

"It's all the same, it's all the same." Sean laughed, "I can't help it. There are always some people who are not clear-headed and feel a bit like they are the king of the world. Damn it, I dare to provoke them.

Do you really think there’s nothing I can do against them?!”

"This is something I still can't understand." Sean spread his hands.

Bill also shook his head. He couldn't understand what Pablo was thinking.

Maybe it's a curse?

When everything was ready, Sean put on a full set of protective equipment. This time he had to press the launch button of the first missile himself.

Everyone else was hiding far away. Sean looked at his watch and saw several soldiers standing beside him.

After counting silently in his mind, Sean took the communicator and took a deep breath, "The missile force is ready, launch in order!"

"Launch!!" shouted loudly, pressed hard with his hand, and a "bang" sound like an explosion rang in his ears, and white smoke suddenly rose from around him, rolling and spreading in all directions.

The smoke suddenly turned orange-red, and finally turned green. Amid the roar, a missile rose slowly at first, then suddenly accelerated, and swooped into the sky.

As the first missile soared into the sky, followed closely by it, the sound of rocket engines erupted into one continuous sound. The rockets were connected in a string, ejecting burning white tail flames into the sky.

In the first round, 20 missiles successfully launched into the air!

This is the first ballistic missile launch in Colombia's history, and it is also the largest missile launch ever.

Although this has nothing to do with the Colombian military, Sean believes that this record will not be broken in the next few decades!

…

260 kilometers away, Pablo’s lair.

The atmosphere in Pablo's lair is also a bit solemn at this time. Of course, most people don't know what happened. They only know that their 'king' is in a bad and heavy mood.

If the king is in a bad mood, the people below him will naturally be in a bad mood.

This morning, the weather was bad, it was gray, and the air pressure was very low. Pablo got up very early. For some reason, he felt depressed and uncomfortable, his heartbeat was racing, and he couldn't sleep.

The relationships with the upper echelons of Colombia who used to be very close to him have been almost completely severed recently. He didn't answer the phone calls at all and sent someone to contact him and was immediately arrested.

Although it is safe to hide here in the lair, the information from the outside world is very blocked. Although I can still receive news, the level is too low!

It's not timely enough either.

For example, he knew that a large number of U.S. military aircraft were at the military base in Medellin, and that many vehicles covered with canvas drove in, but he didn't know what they were.

But one thing, even if there is no news, he knows that someone will launch an attack on his lair soon, and the time will not be far away.

The reason is simple. When Sean started to publicly offer a reward for the address of his lair, he started giving orders to people outside to get them all to come back.

However, a team in Panama lost contact!

The address of his lair was definitely exposed. The reason why he didn't escape immediately was because he didn't know where to escape!

Of course, this is because he thinks that even if Sean and others know that he is here, they will not be able to break in for a while.

He thought about bombing or something, but this did not pose a threat to his personal safety. With his status, it was difficult to be threatened.

There are also air raid shelters here.

At this moment, Pablo was lying on a deck chair in a small open space not far from the air raid shelter, basking in the sun. Colombia is already humid, and the air raid shelter was even more humid. He spent a long time in the sun every day.

Just when he looked at the sky with half-squinted eyes, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra sun in the sky!

I blinked, squinted and looked carefully again, no, there were two, three more... little suns!

Taking off his sunglasses and sitting up from the lounge chair, Pablo felt a chill rush up from the soles of his feet, and an idea popped out of his mind uncontrollably, missiles!

Farke, Farke, Farke!

Pablo took a step and was about to run, but his brain reacted, his legs and feet were not obedient, and he stumbled to the ground.

Several guards following him were startled and rushed over to help Pablo up.

Pablo couldn't care less at this time. He staggered and shouted: "Run, take me to run!"

His arms were held on both sides, and before the guards around him could figure out what was going on, Pablo had already started to run, "Quick, quick, idiot!"

Pablo was so frightened that he could not speak coherently. The words "missile attack" were on his lips, but he could not say them out.

The ballistic missile can reach 10 times the speed of sound when it finally falls. It only took a few seconds from Pablo's discovery. The missile had already plummeted directly into the sky above the nest. At this time, he only had to raise his head slightly to see it.

However, few people noticed Lin Shen and Ye Mi, and those who found out were already frightened.

Just a few steps after Pablo dragged him out, the first missile had already landed in the base.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, and a large amount of incendiary agents exploded in all directions under the shock wave, and then flames shot into the sky.

Before people could react to the explosion, the second, third, fourth...the 20th missile fell backwards.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Small mushroom clouds rose up inside the base, dirt and wood flew away, and the entire base and ground shook.

Then raging fire and thick smoke shot into the sky.

Amid the fire and smoke were the panicked screams of people.

The explosion shock wave of the incendiary bomb is not that big. After all, the main damage depends on combustion. At this moment, looking down from a high altitude, you can see 20 ignition points and raging gas fires.

The one-ton incendiary warhead and the remaining fuel weighing more than several tons are ejected hundreds of meters away by the shock wave. A burning point covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

This is not a city, and there are not that many buildings that can block the burning splash from farther away, allowing the incendiary bombs to exert their maximum effect!

Some were connected together, and some were far apart. The 20 fire points still caused heavy damage to Pablo's lair. Fires broke out simultaneously within hundreds of thousands of square meters, and black smoke billowed!

In the sky, at an altitude of 500 meters, a helicopter started filming after receiving the missile launch signal. It dropped the missile from the sky, huge bursts of fire broke out in the jungle, and even the continuous raging fire and billowing smoke were filmed.

, the scene was so shocking that the photographer in charge of filming never closed his mouth from the beginning to the end.

He had taken many pictures, many shocking pictures, including some natural disasters and volcanic eruptions, but the scene in front of him still shocked him!

The power of nature is irresistible, but disasters caused by humans can also shake the world and destroy everything!

This kind of real shock cannot be shown in a movie screen.

There is a smell of destruction in the air!

…

After the first wave of missiles struck, Pablo felt like his head was buzzing, everything he saw was double, his ears were full of buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything.

His arms moved and he struggled to stand up, but he couldn't find the strength.

When the explosion sounded just now, the two guards subconsciously threw Pablo to the ground and are still pressing on him.

Fortunately, the incendiary warhead had a small explosion power, small shock wave, and low sound. Pablo was lucky enough not to be near the explosion and escaped with his life.

At this moment, the two people who were pressing on Pablo also woke up, but the sound of the explosion also made them unable to clear their heads. Their hands and feet were unable to control their movements, and they were unable to get up for a while.

After moaning and squirming for a few minutes, everyone gradually regained their ability to move, but still couldn't hear anything. They struggled to get up, and with the help of other guards around them, they pulled Pablo up.

Pointing at the air-raid shelter, Pablo, although his head was not clear, he also knew that there would not be only one wave of bombings, and subsequent ones would come soon.

Who knows if I'll be lucky enough to escape next time!

A group of people staggered, rolled and crawled towards the air-raid shelter. As for commanding and stabilizing people's hearts, they couldn't care less at the moment.

In front of missiles, everyone is equal, let's wait until the attack passes!

…

The helicopters in the sky were not only responsible for filming, but also for reconnaissance. After the first wave of missile attacks, the helicopters immediately began to approach the area for reconnaissance.

He didn't dare to go directly above the burning forest. The burning temperature of napalm bombs was so high that it could melt steel. Helicopters only dared to explore from the side.

The 20 incendiary bombs did not damage the terrain, but the raging fire caused everything within the range to burn. Almost one-tenth of the entire lair was completely burned, emitting endless high temperatures to the surroundings.

The middle area of ​​the two fire scenes that were not adjacent to each other slowly started to rise under the high temperature, and finally started to burn.

The helicopter could not detect the exact number of casualties, but it could confirm the location of the attack and the condition of most of the camp.

After all, Hansa was from the military and was very concerned about the terrain. According to his description, a rough sand table of the camp had been made in the combat command room using the runway as the coordinate point.

I have adjusted it several times in Hanseatic Memory, and I can’t say that it is 100% restored, but it is at least 80%.

As the observers on the helicopter reported back the bombing situation bit by bit, the base immediately began marking on the sand table.

After the marking was completed, the coordinates of subsequent ballistic missile launches were quickly adjusted to maximize the power of these more than 40 missiles.

At this time, it can be seen that drug criminals are drug criminals. They are rich and have many troops. However, the organizational structure is incomplete and the arms are single. Under certain circumstances, their combat effectiveness is astonishing and comparable to the elites, but they are exposed when they are attacked by air strikes and long-range strikes.

Here comes the fatal flaw.

Even if the air defense weapons and radars of some small countries are a little behind, they will not be able to conduct reconnaissance at such a close distance after a missile attack and adjust the accuracy of subsequent strikes!

This is simply undefended. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a missile strike exercise!

It’s not that Pablo doesn’t even have any anti-aircraft weapons. He has a Soviet-produced Sam-7, which he purchased through various channels, including one sold to him by Yuri, in order to deal with the Colombian Air Force.

But after a wave of missile attacks, the entire command system was completely paralyzed. Some who wanted to fight back did not have anti-aircraft weapons. Those who rushed out roaring and carrying RPGs could only attack the helicopters in the sky in vain. In the end, the warheads may not necessarily hit anything.

Place to go.

After calmly reporting the bombing situation, the helicopter left the battlefield again.

On the other half, Sean gave the order again, swish swish...

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Another violent explosion!

The raging flames ignited again!

The miserable howl soon stopped, and there was only the sound of billowing smoke and crackling trees burning!

After the second batch of missiles was launched, 40 F-16s from the other airport took off backwards and flew towards the target base 260 kilometers away.

As long as there is no fire, the conventional bombs carried by the F-16 will be dropped. This time it is a pure high-explosive bomb. Amidst the explosions of "boom", "boom" and "boom", smoke and dust are everywhere, and shock waves are raging.

40 F-16s dispatched more than 260 sorties, dropping more than 500 tons of explosives into Pablo's lair, plowing through most of the lair.

After the US military's performance was over, the Colombian Air Force was not far behind. After all, the anti-bandit operation was still taking place in their territory, and the Americans could not always take the limelight.

The 20 Devil Birds brought by Sean this time were originally destined for delivery to the Colombian Air Force. They were just taken out and used in advance and regarded as testing.

36 Devil Birds, carrying a large number of conventional bombs, flew towards the target, passing by at low altitude and low speed at about 200 meters. The accuracy of bomb delivery far exceeded that of the F-16, and more importantly, the bomb load was larger!

After all the bombs are invested, low-altitude patrols can still be carried out, and two cannons can be used to shoot at the buildings below that have not been bombed and the fleeing people.

"Da da da" "Da da da"

When a 12.7mm machine gun hits a simple wooden house, the effect is no less effective than a bomb!

Just as the U.S. military and the Colombian Air Force were taking turns performing 'performances', more than a dozen walking tractors were swerving in the jungle, 'galloping' rapidly, and Pablo was in a panic...

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PS: Some readers asked Huo Huo if he dared to update two chapters a day. Humph, it’s really interesting. Doesn’t he look down on Huo Huo?

Tell you, yes, I dare not...

It’s really not that I don’t want to update, it’s that only by updating can I make money and support my family.

If they were not poor, who would be willing to spend all day coding here... He is a middle-aged man with hemorrhoids!

I really can’t deal with so much, there are so many things going on every day!!

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