I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1316: Clashing


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The city of Bucaramanga, which is less than fifty kilometers away from Pamplona controlled by the FARC, has been regarded as the front line between the government forces and the FARC. Every day stray bullets fall into the outskirts of Bucaramanga. It is not difficult to feel the seriousness of the situation in the area just from the nervous expression on the faces of the locals.

Just a day ago, the US Marines landing from the west coast arrived in Bucaramanga.

In less than a day, a simple military base has begun to take shape.

The large and small barracks are neatly placed within the wire fence, and soldiers wearing jungle camouflage rifles patrol the base. The LAV-25 wheeled armored vehicle parked neatly in the garage of the military base. The black cannon's cannon was tilted upwards, and the digital camouflage-reactive armor was hung on the wedge armor. Parked on the tarmac not far away, it was an AH-1 Cobra gunship, and the rocket hive was full of thick air-to-ground rockets.

But from the point of view of these equipments, the combat effectiveness of this unit is by no means comparable to those of the FARC guerrillas.

In the afternoon, a Hercules transport plane landed at the airport of the Bucaramanga military base, and a group of heavily armed Marines trot out of the cabin in an orderly manner, on the open space beside the runway Assemble and accept the officer's review and training.

Standing next to the runway, Agent Davis glanced at his watch.

Without waiting for a long time, a burly soldier and an old man in a suit came to him.

Clearing his throat, Davis reached out his right hand and was just about to introduce himself.

However, not only did the soldier not intend to shake hands with him, he even interrupted his speech directly and opened the door.

"Did the missing helicopter be found?"

"I found it, although it was a wreck ..." Davis ’expression was a bit regretful," In the border area between Colombia and Ecuador, we found the crashed helicopter. From the data on the black box-"

"I don't care what black box," staring at Davis with an eagle's eyes, Jonathan said, "I just want to know, my people are there now!"

"Their blood can be collected on the plane ... If there is no accident, they may have been killed." Not dare to look directly at Jonathan's eyes, Davis coughed slightly, and said in a low voice, " I'm sorry. "

Staring at Davis for a long time, Jonathan ripped off the corner of his mouth, and the general ’s green handbag was thrown on his shoulder, and he walked toward the headquarters of the military base without looking back.

Deeply looking at Jonathan ’s direction, Davis opened his mouth, but said nothing, and finally shrugged, expressing his frustration.

"The fighters lost in the last mission were the elite of the five teams, and they were brought out by Colonel Jonathan." He walked to Davis, the old man who had not spoken before, sighed softly, "He has always had prejudices against the people of the CIA, but there is absolutely no malice, I hope you forgive me."

"I understand his mood," Davis said. "It's just that I still don't understand. According to the seal's last newsletter, they had successfully suppressed the goal at that time, why ..."

"I'm equally confused," the old man narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Jonathan's leaving, as if caught in some kind of thinking, "The little girl standing in the center of the explosion can manipulate the power of liquid metal ... this It is completely beyond our understanding of the word 'power'. "

The supernatural phenomenon of power has always been one of the research focuses of the US Department of Defense's first research project. Especially after the black ship was confirmed, the US Department of Defense's budget for this project was even greater than one year.

However, even if it is a power, it is impossible to solve a combat class seal in a flash? !

"Could it be magic?" Davis raised this question, which was not funny, with a joke.

"I prefer to believe that it is the black technology of Xinghuan Trading." The old man shrugged. "To be honest, no matter what new things they come up with, I'm not surprised."

Sucking his nose, the old man withdrew his eyes from Jonathan ’s back, looked at Davis, and then said, "Agent Bradock ’s death is not important anymore, even those who are unknown are unknown. Seals ... the situation we are facing is probably more severe than last year's confrontation with the Western Pacific. "

"What do I need to do." Davis said flatly.

"This operation will involve the sealing of four combat classes, personally led by Jonathan. You have worked in South America for so many years and should be familiar with the situation here. I hope that you and your assistant will serve as intelligence support, And action planning. "The old man said.

"Beheading action?" Davis flashed a slender flash in his eyes. "Kimenes is hiding in the mountains, no one knows where he is hiding."

"Not Jimenez, but the embassy of the new country." Looking at the Cobra gunship taking off over the apron, the old man's mouth twitched a sinister smile. "To be precise, those who are ready to save The ghost of man. "

......

Bogota City, Embassy of the New Kingdom.

The heavily armed Colombian soldiers surrounded the embassy, ​​and even pulled up a yellow bar outside the embassy that served as a cordon. Only a small opening was made at the main entrance. There are two police assault cars parked at the main entrance, controlled by the Bogotá City Police, and everyone who enters and exits the embassy will be questioned.

Fully abide by the intraday-Wa Convention, people in Colombia did not step into the embassy of the new country, but martial law imposed on the streets near the embassy. Obviously, even in this chaotic moment, they do not intend to be too stiff with the new country.

But then again, if Colombian soldiers really stepped into the embassy, ​​it would n’t be a ghost agent now, but it must be the orbital airborne brigade of the Star Ring Trade.

Zhang Yaping, who was sitting on a sofa in the living room of the embassy, ​​with a bandage on his forehead, looked rather embarrassed. Obviously, the car crashed into the supermarket, which hurt him a lot, but fortunately, it didn't hurt, at least he could get out of bed and walk around.

All these days, his phone is about to burst.

Because the police in Bogotá asked the delegation of the new country to cooperate with the investigation and even took measures to restrict the exit, he was placed under house arrest in the embassy and had to cancel the rest of the trip to South America. Even handling domestic affairs can only be done through satellite phones.

No one can enter or leave the embassy.

That is why, when he saw Zhu Yu and others, his expression would be so surprised.

"Why are you here?"

"Mr. Jiang asked me to pick you up." Hanging the rifle on the K2 exoskeleton, Zhu Yu sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Yaping and gave a gesture to the teammate behind him, instructing her to pull the curtain on.

"What is the plan?" Zhang Yaping asked.

"An hour later, the FARC guerrillas will pretend to attack the eastern suburbs of Bogotá, attracting the attention of the police and garrisons in Bogotá, and we will cover your evacuation from the embassy. There is a helicopter in the western suburbs of Bogotá, we are there Get on the plane. "

"We can't walk away at all," Zhang Yaping shook his head and glanced at the curtains that had been closed. "You also saw it when you came in. It was full of people outside. I guess there is at least one camp."

"There is no battalion, only the guard company of the presidential palace, Lilith said she will solve it."

After hearing the strange name, Zhang Yaping froze.

"Who is Lilith?"

"The one who saved your life last time."

Zhang Yaping's face suddenly turned green.

Grass holding? Do you call it rescue? !

"Can I choose not to leave?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.

It ’s nice to stay here, at least not in danger.

"You can call Mr. Jiang for a call," Zhu Yu shrugged, "but I guess most of his answers will not work."


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