Chapter 1232: Chapter 600: The French Surrendered Again!!!

July 18th, ten in the morning.

It’s right when the sun is at its peak.

At the entrance of Colombia’s Narinio Palace, armed security patrols back and forth, fully alert, a bit tense since the Defense Minister meeting in Mexico decided to form a coalition to strike against Medellin and other American drug trafficking groups…

Drug traffickers within Colombia, both large and small, have gone insane!

Uh-huh…

They’re driven into madness by fear.

If drug traffickers were publicly traded, you’d see their stocks plummeting. Oh, right now, stocks aren’t much different from addicts.

In such a situation, drug traffickers began to go to extremes. In just two days, there were over 260 violent incidents targeting Mexican and British people, and no fewer than a hundred murders of government officials.

It’s all causing widespread panic.

There are even so-called experts boasting on radio programs, “Isn’t the current situation fine? We coexist with drugs, everyone is living, much better than Africa or the Middle East. A few drug violence incidents have been blown out of proportion, and there aren’t even as many harm cases as the government does to the people in a year. Besides, Medellin and the Cali Cartel are native Colombian industries. Why is Victor, a Mexican, bullying us?”

“Is Colombia still a colony?”

Hey, don’t say it, but this argument is really quite “compelling,” especially as the drug traffickers spread it, and more people are becoming dissatisfied with the government.

Beep-beep-beep—

A small van drove from afar, the driver skillfully stopped outside the cordon, and when the security approached, he pulled out his entry pass.

“Your pass is expired.” the security personnel pointed out.

The driver was taken aback, but seeing the look in the other’s eyes, he immediately understood, and quickly took out 10 Colombian Pesos from his pocket and put it in with the pass. Sure enough, that was the issue.

The security personnel glanced, frowned slightly.

The driver cursed internally, took out another 50 Pesos, and only then did the other party satisfactorily wave him through.

“Thank you!”

The vehicle drove into Narinio Palace.

“Captain, shouldn’t we check?” a soldier following him asked.

“Check what? Check even when there’s an entry pass? Isn’t that a hassle?” The security captain waved his hand, just took two steps, then heard a “boom!!” A violent explosion sounded, and the powerful shockwave at the entrance flipped the guard post over.

A ball of fire was burning, the “Angel Peeing” statue inside Narinio Palace was blown away till only the… was left.

Charred!!

“Enemy attack!!!”

The security captain fell to the ground, dumbfounded, watching the scene, feeling a bloody taste in his nostrils, eyes vacant. It’s over!

And the soldier next to him shouted, just stood up, then heard a gunshot.

“Bang—”

The other’s head exploded instantly, like a watermelon, mixed with eyeballs, dropping straight into the security captain’s arms, the pungent blood smell making him vomit on the ground.

Bang…

Another shot!

The security captain’s body fell heavily to the ground, while in a high-rise building 400 meters away, a sniper wearing sunglasses chewed gum, about to lock onto the next target when his eyes suddenly bulged!

“F*** you!!!”

He saw a soldier across Narinio Palace with a rocket launcher, firing towards him!

Ever heard of a sniper tube?

The sniper screamed pulling his head and ran, but how could he outrun a missile, just stepped out of the room with his left foot, boom!!!!

Only his left leg made it out of the room.

And down below, after the vehicle entered Narinio Palace and exploded, out of nowhere, a group of armed militants rushed in, trying to kill their way inside but were blocked by security, both sides engaged in a gunfight!

Mexico, Weapons Exhibition.

Victor was surrounded by a group of Defense Ministers, while a school leader from the Mexican military department was explaining, “This is a Mexican independently developed anti-landing rocket artillery, with strong mobility and long-range strike capabilities, capable of firing 60 MK15 rockets, 27 MK30 rockets or 12 MK45 rockets consecutively, with a range exceeding 50 kilometers…”

Hearing this, several Defense Ministers seemed uninterested.

50 kilometers…

Too close!

Seeing the Defense Ministers’ expressions, the military manager wasn’t anxious, smiling he said, “The export price is only 2.2 million Riyals, we will include 20 training missiles worth a total of 160,000 free of charge, of course, ongoing maintenance services from Mexico are also available.”

2.2 million, that price sounds tempting.

While the United States is in chaos and the US Dollar market is diving, after all, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, the US Dollar still holds, not as strong as imagined, and Mexico only accepts Riyals and British Pounds.

Victor just smiled silently.

Kennedy accompanied them for two days previously, yet these Defense Ministers remained silent, and sales were less than 100 million Riyals, isn’t that disrespectful?

Now he personally led them on a tour, let’s see, who didn’t buy.

After all, the United Kingdom, France, Italy, Mexico, Germany will reorganize the European Legion and NATO, the former without the United States, while the latter didn’t kick the US out, it just won’t be in charge anymore.

Those wanting to rise to prominence must curry favor with the new power of Mexico.

Who came, I don’t know, but who didn’t come, is clear to me.

Director, this is the calendar I brought.

“I think our forces need new equipment, perhaps we really do, but I need to discuss with our domestic Parliament.” At this time, the Danish Defense Minister spoke first, “I find it very impressive, I will push this forward.”