Rise of the Argentine Empire

To ensure the operation's safety, and for the sake of their own lives, and to guarantee the soldiers' security, Saint Hesser purchased a batch of surplus bulletproof vests from a shop in the city, supposedly exported by American arms dealers during World War II.

Helping the old partner, the shopkeeper, clear out his inventory, this batch of equipment, originally stockpiled for World War II, actually had a day to be sold out, making the shop owner, Ryan, somewhat grateful.

Initially, the old shopkeeper of Ryan's Shop had a rush of blood to the head. In the early days of World War II, he felt that the strength of the Third Reich was powerful and might cross the Atlantic to invade South America. This was also the idea of many Argentinians. Coincidentally, American arms dealers were making a fortune from the war, so Old Ryan sought connections to purchase a batch of high-priced bulletproof vests, said to be from the famous Thor Arms. In reality, they came from a civilian factory that had switched production, but of course, the materials were still top-notch, but unfortunately, they were too expensive and difficult to sell.

Then, apart from some that were sold at the beginning through persuasion, the rest were not sold until the Third Reich attacked the Soviet Union, attacked England, the United States joined the war, and then the United Nations was established, Argentina declared war, and then the war ended.

They still weren't all sold. They were in inventory for ten years. After Old Ryan kicked the bucket, they still weren't all sold. Little Ryan, after inheriting the shop, soon received Saint Hesser and Aragon, and purchased two on the spot, also after almost getting shot in D'Anfuunes Town. He was so moved that he was preparing to go to Old Shopkeeper's grave to cry.

But to be honest, although it was a conversion from a civilian factory, the quality of this American bulletproof vest was still good. Last time I went to Maria Town, I felt it was okay.

So, he made a second repurchase. Actually, there was no choice. There was only one place in the Argentine hinterland where you could buy bulletproof vests to defend against the Third Reich, to guard against the Third Reich from beyond the Pacific, and prepare to make a fortune. There were no other branches.

Then, on their heads, they wore tan German-style steel helmets. They weren't original imports, but domestically produced imitations, in large quantities and cheap. The Ministry of Defense purchased a lot, enough for one helmet per person.

It is said that recently, the Ministry of Defense is preparing to purchase a batch of American steel helmets for replacement, because the domestically produced imitations are not as cheap and easy to use as the American surplus materials. When the Americans fought in World War II, the American soldiers were more afraid of death.

It is worth mentioning that all the members of this squad have changed into new combat boots, which made these participating soldiers feel very satisfied, jumping around. This was Saint Hesser who contacted the logistics department and urgently transferred them, stuffing the logistics department boss with a thousand US dollars plus the commander's warrant.

The shoes worn by the soldiers before were actually similar in style to the New China Liberation shoes worn in his previous life. Saint Hesser only heard his subordinates say that the shoes were not suitable during training, and then inquired that the logistics department had purchased a batch of American military boots.

He was moved, and after persuading Commander Thompson for a long time, he barely agreed. After all, changing new boots is an important piece of equipment for the entire Argentine Army. It is said that the Argentine Navy has added several new warships, and the Air Force has replaced several new aircraft, showing off, which is not as practical as new boots.

The latest domestically produced imitation rifles, then American bulletproof vests, German-style helmets, American military boots, wearing camouflage combat uniforms, look somewhat strangely matched.

Saint Hesser also painted tactical camouflage on the faces of each participating soldier, finally looking a bit like an elite soldier, with high morale and a strong sense of oppression, a feeling of being reborn with improved equipment. These soldiers also excitedly howled.

Saint Hesser began pre-war mobilization and shouting, adding fuel to the fire.

"Great Argentine warriors, this time the enemy is very powerful. It is a well-trained gang of black forces. They are well-trained and their methods are very cruel. The enemy, the 'Byrd Brotherhood Gang,' is robbing our bread,"

"They are persecuting our Ker City compatriots. They bully the market, do all kinds of evil, and also scold our Argentine soldiers as cowards. Let us pick up the steel guns in our hands. Our steel guns do not agree. Let us arrest them all and send them to prison, where their final destination lies," Saint Hesser stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and waved it forcefully.

"Below, I hope everyone will do the following: First, the responsible captain must be calm and composed, carefully command, and not let go of any criminals. Second, the backup team must also spread a large net. In case there are any who escape, they must all be caught back. Third, in the course of the operation, protect the citizens of Ker City. Fourth, protect yourselves!"

"Does everyone have the confidence to do it!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Saint Hesser also looked at this troop and felt very satisfied, a practical test.

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Before the operation, Saint Hesser had already communicated with Guerrero. In order to prevent escape and reduce the difficulty of capture, on the day of the operation, Guerrero would pretend to celebrate his birthday and sincerely invite the Byrd Brotherhood's senior management to the Akra La Hotel for a banquet, to eat and drink well.

Gather most of the members to various bars to organize a birthday party, celebrate his birthday, and then use this name to gather most of the middle and high-level members in the Akra La Hotel's box.

Guerrero received special funding sponsored by Saint Hesser and also bought seven or eight boxes of high-proof tequila for the birthday banquet.

The Brave Bar and the Fallen Bar were not idle either. Dozens of boxes of high-end beer were brought in to let the Brotherhood's gang members and celebrating lackeys get hyped up first. Guerrero's lackeys persuaded them to drink, reducing a wave of combat power.

Guerrero's birthday party will start at 3:00 PM, and the operation will be organized around 5:00 PM. The main reason is that there are too few street lights in Ker City now, and there is no infrared high-tech equipment. In order to prevent accidental injury, the capture operation was scheduled for the time close to dusk in the afternoon.

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At the same time, in order to better capture and annihilate this powerful criminal gang, Saint Hesser divided the military squad into 5 teams.

Among them, the Hound Action Team of 30 people, personally responsible by Saint Hesser, to capture "Mad Dog Rooney" and its gang members, is the most well-equipped and the strongest combat group.

The Cheetah Action Team, led by Aragon, with 25 members, to capture "Crippled Benny" and its gang members, the location is the Fallen Bar.

The Tiger Action Team, led by Guerrero's deputy, with 25 people, to capture its other gang members, while Guerrero knows the most people and has the deepest infiltration, to prevent missing important members, the location is the Brave Bar.

The reserve team, the Fox Assault Team, of 30 people, divided into two parts, for tactical support, deployed around the Brave Bar, responsible for pursuing and preventing the escape of other members, is a reserve mobile force.

The Falcon Squad in plain clothes, with 15 people, first sneaked into the Akra La Hotel, responsible for internal and external cooperation, cooperating with Guerrero's first step of action, and also receiving and protecting Guerrero, to prevent Rooney from becoming enraged.

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At 5:00 PM, the operation started on time. The Fox Squad and the Tiger Squad, sitting in military trucks, rushed towards the "Byrd Brotherhood's" Fallen Bar and Brave Bar, concealed and fast.

The operation had only begun 20 minutes ago when Saint-Hesse, at the general headquarters, received the first report from the Aragon Jaguar squad: "The 'Limp,' who was staying in the New Sicily District's 'Fallen Bar' for pleasure, and 13 male and 6 female members of his gang, were arrested by the action team.

There were no casualties during the arrest. They were taken to Ke City Prison. The Limp, who was usually arrogant, was as obedient as a puppy. The mission was successfully completed, leaving only a small number of people to guard and count the finances.

Aragon led the other soldiers to support the Tiger Hunt squad to prevent accidents.

Forty minutes into the operation, more than 70 core mid-level members and key personnel of the gang at the 'Brave Bar' were all arrested. When guns were pointed at their heads, they surrendered decisively. Of course, some people ran away, so the backup Fox Hunt squad went into action and successfully captured everyone without exception. Two team members were slashed and sent to the hospital. One thug pulled out a gun and exchanged fire, then was shot dead.

At 5:15 PM,

Rooney was drinking, and the dull atmosphere made him a little irritable, as if he had an ominous premonition.

He glanced around, and all the high-level gang members were drinking, except for 'Limp,' who was stationed at another important branch, the Fallen Bar.

Rooney was restless, but he didn't know what was wrong. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the banquet was in full swing. The good tequila was indeed strong enough.

When Mad Dog Rooney went out to use the restroom, he went to the front desk clerk.

"Does the hotel have a telephone?"

"Yes, please make a call to the Fallen Bar," Mad Dog Rooney said politely to the clerk.

This was an old-fashioned rotary phone. The front desk clerk dialed the number Rooney gave, with a somewhat anxious look in her eyes.

"The call didn't go through."

"Dial it again."

"Okay, sir."

"Someone answered," the clerk handed the phone to Rooney, who thanked her.

"Hello, is One Card One Card there?" Rooney asked into the phone.

"One… Card… One… Card?" The squad member on duty who answered the phone had a question mark on his face and didn't react.

"Sorry, wrong number," Rooney quickly hung up the phone. Damn it, something happened. The password was wrong. This was an office phone, and only Limp could answer it. If the password didn't match, something big must have happened.

Then he saw that the cars parked downstairs were also not quite right. Damn it, it really was the National Defense Force. Rooney quickly ran to the front desk and hid, then found an opportunity to escape, preparing to investigate the situation.

At this time, the Hound Squad members had already blocked the hotel and arrived at the party's private room.

"Don't move, everyone!"

"Hands on your heads!"

"Hands on your heads!"

"Don't move!"

"Don't move," the Hound Squad broke into the room, startling the gang members who were drinking and eating meat. After they reacted, they immediately pulled out their guns, but were immediately greeted by the Hound Squad members, who pointed their rifles at them and dropped their guns.

"Surrender and you won't be killed! Surrender and you won't be killed!"

Some team members fired a few shots at the ceiling, and the others became honest.

After a "fierce" battle, the important leaders of the "Byrd Brotherhood" had basically been successfully captured.

Except for Mad Dog Rooney, who had escaped in advance, Aragon and several elite soldiers were holding pistols and chasing him, riding motorcycles and speeding through the city, trying to escape to the satellite town of the old headquarters, where he had a large number of weapons and a long-established stronghold.

Rooney held a delicate revolver and fired a few shots backwards, but none of them hit. Aragon and others chased him in a military jeep. Rooney always ran through small alleys.

Just as Rooney was about to leave the city, he suddenly tripped over a stone in front of him and was thrown out by inertia. Then he immediately got up and sprinted, moving as fast as a mad dog.

On the contrary, the squad soldiers were accurate with their guns, hitting Rooney's leg while running, and blood flowed all over the ground, making it impossible for him to run anymore.

Aragon took the lead and subdued Mad Dog Rooney with both hands, pressing the MP44 against Rooney's head.

"Mad Dog Rooney, you are under arrest," Aragon took out the handcuffs from behind and immediately handcuffed his hands, not giving him a chance to resist.

"You have the right to remain silent…" Saint-Hesse, who had arrived, also ran forward and kicked him a few times. Rooney fell to the ground.

Rooney looked unwilling, staring fiercely at Aragon and Guerrero, especially Guerrero, you traitor! He didn't say a word, especially when he saw Guerrero coming, Rooney seemed to have been defeated and cursed.

Then there was a burst of cursing.

"Guerrero, you son of a bitch traitor, you'll never have a house! You'll never have a house!!…"

Guerrero also hurried over and kicked him twice, cursing frantically. Both of them were very eloquent people. Even though Rooney was injured and losing blood, his combat power was not diminished at all, while Guerrero was better at vocabulary.

"You're fucking hitting my face, even my mother hasn't hit it! I'll let you hit it! I'll let you hit it!…" He almost kicked Mad Dog to death if Aragon and Saint-Hesse hadn't pulled him away.

"And you, Saint-Hesse, if you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one!" Rooney pointed at Saint-Hesse with his hands raised with handcuffs.

"Sorry, having a gun means you can do whatever you want. Who's stupid enough to fight you one-on-one," then he picked up an MP44 and swept a burst of bullets around Rooney, almost scaring him to death, and also scaring Grode, and Aragon in the back was also startled and quickly ran over, relieved to see that it was the boss who fired the gun.

"Boss Saint, I'm still here, I'm not a member of the 'Brotherhood'!" Guerrero jumped up and ran to Saint-Hesse and said, thinking that Boss Saint might be stupid, he didn't fire a shot during the whole operation, and now he came to show off his marksmanship, was it really okay to be so cowardly.

Saint-Hesse was a little speechless, after knowing you for so long, you have so little confidence in your boss's marksmanship.

Heh heh, I believe in Boss Aragon more than you, Guerrero seemed to see Saint-Hesse's thoughts.

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If there was a Chinese saying, maybe it could be given to Mad Dog Rooney, "He died before he could accomplish his mission," thinking about it, he felt it was wrong, and felt that he had no culture, and couldn't even write a poem to suit the occasion.

Yesterday, Mad Dog Rooney was still dreaming of being an underground emperor, but today, what awaits him is the iron fist judgment from the people of Ke City, Argentina.

In the evening, small news spread like wildfire. Until the evening, the city announced martial law and arrested other gang members. The people in the city gradually seemed to understand.

"The Byrd Brotherhood is destroyed,"

"The gang is destroyed,"

"The prison is full of people,"

"Mad Dog has also been caught,"

"Welcome to report gang members and provide evidence,"

When Abraham and Champs heard the news, they almost fainted. Damn it, they were taken down like this? It's too weak.

Many people in Ke City had insomnia that night, of course, not including Saint-Hesse, who slept very soundly.