Chapter 1107: Chapter 553: Evil Forces Protection Umbrella—Americans! _2

The “G9 Gang Alliance” established is currently the largest gang in Haiti, without a doubt, dominating others.

Its power far exceeds that of the President.

But having become a gang, of course they want to legitimize themselves. After all, with the title of President comes the opportunity to embezzle more aid funds.

And then recruit more soldiers, expand their influence.

He focused his eyes on the M151 sight.

Huh?!

Deploying already?!

Armored vehicles emerged from Port-au-Prince, followed by military vehicles and infantry, heading towards the city center.

Jimmy Cherizier shivered and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Could they be coming to eliminate me?

Despite his boasts, he was actually afraid!

These were the Mexican forces that defeated the United States, not some small-time French gangsters.

“Zzz…”

The walkie-talkie by the window crackled, followed by a younger member’s voice, “Boss, the soldiers from Port-au-Prince are out, so many… so many armored cars!”

Nima…

Is this how they just observe?

Jimmy Cherizier’s mouth twitched slightly as he picked up the walkie-talkie, “Retreat for now, don’t engage them head-on.”

As soon as he said this, he heard rapid gunfire outside and jumped up, seeing a panic-stricken younger member, who was on lookout, running back.

At most, he turned around and fired a couple of shots, who knows where he was aiming.

The smoking AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle was like a giant beast to the Haitian gangs.

Chasing and sweeping behind them.

In less than a dozen seconds, seven or eight gang members fell to the ground, too quickly.

It was like an industrialized country dealing with an agricultural nation, no, no, Haiti should just be considered a gang.

Jimmy Cherizier’s face turned a bit “pale”, he licked his dry lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Retreat, retreat!”

“Boss, are we just running away now?”

Bam—

Tatatata—

Jimmy Cherizier lifted his gun and fired a burst at the subordinate who questioned him.

Made him like Abe.

He glared fiercely at the others, “Who dares to oppose me!”

The ones he stared at felt a chill from their tailbones to their scalps, hurriedly lowering their heads.

I can’t beat the Mexicans, but can’t I deal with you guys?!

Jimmy Cherizier: “Go!”

The ability to achieve success today is based on avoiding harm and seeking benefit.

But other gangs might not be the same.

As the convoy headed towards the Haitian official residence, gang members with weapons continuously fired at them.

Hiding at chaotic corners or in some ruined holes, shooting outwards.

But with three battalions of over a thousand people, small skirmishes were completely pointless, this wasn’t the era of cold weapons, a couple of rockets would make you sit down obediently.

Around noon, they pushed directly from the port of Prince to the vicinity of the Haiti National Palace, consolidating a 300-meter radius defensive line.

The officer guarding the presidential residence gulped as he saw the four AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles parked outside.

The loudspeaker on the vehicle was just about to introduce itself.

When they saw someone raising a white flag.

“Sir, don’t shoot, we surrender!”

This made the seated Gang Se Lute Yan Si shake his head, “The armies I’ve seen are worse one than the other.”

The accompanying staff officer shrugged with a smile.

This is very normal.

If everyone’s military capabilities were similar, there would be trouble.

Out of the hundreds of countries, frankly, there are some you haven’t even heard of.

If it weren’t for Latin America, would you know Belize?

Do you know Niger?

Do you know East Timor? Conch Country?

Peru’s army still uses the Greyhound M8 armored car, a wheel-armored vehicle produced by Ford Motor Company during World War II.

Even so, in Latin American military terms, it’s noted: “Peru is one of the important and very powerful armed forces in South America.”

The world doesn’t belong to these small countries.

The big brothers just need someone to wave flags and cheer.

Without little brothers, would big brothers still be called big brothers?

If Japan didn’t have its American daddy, it would’ve been damned and sunk already, and the bullfrog would’ve long been beaten to death with bare fists.

Do you think the Bunny has a nice temperament?

Seeing the army didn’t open fire, the soldiers of the official residence opened the gates.

“Drive in.”

As the armored vehicle drove in, you could even see the guards organizing themselves voluntarily, with weapons and ammunition thrown in front of them.

Gang Se Lute Yan Si got off the vehicle and saw an officer saluting from afar, “Sir, National Palace Guard Captain Du Kaolei Musk salutes you.”

“Please adhere to the prisoner treaties.”

Even surrendering comes with ceremonies?

This is Haiti, not Africa.

But such a small request Gang Se Lute Yan Si certainly wouldn’t refuse, instead he walked over and extended his hand.

Du Kaolei was stunned, hurried to shake hands.

“Rest assured, we Mexicans are not here to destroy Haiti, Haiti belongs to the Haitian people, we are here to help eliminate the common enemy.”

“To work together towards the prosperity of the Latin American community.”

Maybe it was Gang Se Lute Yan Si’s gentle tone that eased the other’s heart a bit, but suddenly he felt something was off, his face stiffened, “Mexico?”

“Of course, isn’t the national emblem on the vehicle?”

Du Kaolei took a look and quickly glanced over, sure enough, he saw the tricolor flag.

Damn it!

Thought it was the U.S. military.

Surrendered too early.

“Captain Du Kaolei seems to have some ideas,” Gang Se Lute Yan Si squinted, smiling as he asked.

The other stiffened, hurriedly shook his head, “No, no!”

“Please take me to see Mr. President.”

Du Kaolei nodded, “Please follow me.”

Gang Se Lute Yan Si glanced at Fritz Klingenberg, who nodded, waiting downstairs.

While he himself led 20 guards directly into the official residence building.