"I ...... The state of Surya and the Spear of God do not have any partnership. www.biquge.info The Armed Police and the Maritime Patrol will cooperate with you in your eradication mission. The governor understood and stammered in surrender.

Charlie was informed, turned to leave, and threw a cold sentence from his back: "If you had this attitude, the state of Surya would not have fallen into the catastrophe it is today." Those who are seduced by the devil will one day be purified and will not be spared and merciful. ”

The colonel of the North American Federal Navy, Land and Air Force strode away, and the governor slumped in his seat, staring blankly at the broad back, as blank as an old man who was frightened in his seat during a plane crash. The empty office was dark and gloomy, except for the sound of Charlie's departing shoes, and occasionally the potted plants were rattled by intermittent sonic booms.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, three gunships roared past in a triangular formation, scanning the whole of Barcelona with aerial photography; On the roof of the skyscraper, supersonic attack planes flew through the air like thunder, patrolling and monitoring the clues within a radius of 300 kilometers; Under the distant remnant sun of the Caribbean Sea, patrol gunboats galloped across the blood-colored sea of the setting sun, blocking two hundred kilometers of coastline. The entire city has been transformed from an industrial business district to a military town, the streets are controlled by soldiers, stations, airports, and railway stations are fully controlled, and the facial recognition system is working intensively through cameras in the streets and alleys to identify every suspicious face.

The governor was nearly out of rhythm from the sonic shock of the helicopter's rotors, and he was out of breath as if he were immersed in a pool, as stressed as a brown bear sitting on his chest. And he knew that he was not alone in the pressure - and that the unparalleled pressure was on the whole of Venezuela.

At dusk, when the night was about to sink, the sun fell into the sea in the thick clouds, and the scarlet afterglow baked the fiery clouds in the distant sky. A C130H Hercules tactical transport aircraft slowly approached with a pitch-black silhouette in the sprayy sunset; Inside was the 4th batch of heavily armed revenge paratroopers.

The next day, the President of Venezuela formally signed a presidential decree, and Venezuela officially joined the anti-terrorism entente. The 430 armed policemen and the 900-strong infantry division of the Surya region began to urgently mobilize, the chariots were discharged, the guns were distributed, and the Entente obligations were fulfilled non-stop, and "the small fishing village where the Spear of God was entrenched" became a priority.

In crowded airports and docks, crowds of passengers are stranded; Heavily armed soldiers ruthlessly guarded the chain-locked gates, shoved grumpy travelers with riot shields, forbade entry and exit, and blocked traffic more than the outbreak of a deadly infectious disease in the territory.

Nearly three million passengers are stranded in the port of Maracaibo. The burden on the city has increased sharply, social complaints are rife, and civil grievances are boiling on the road. The loss deficit of the Ministry of Finance has skyrocketed. But none of this can stop the North American Federation from taking revenge.

None of this can shake the will of the ghost. Charlie worked hard to gather information from the Air Force to make sure that none of the Spear of God members had escaped from the stronghold, and then signed the military operation book.

At noon that day, an arrogant and domineering armored personnel carrier convoy sped along the suburban highway. High in the scorching sun, seven F22 attack planes dragged white smoke and whistled past, heading straight for the fishing village of Illinois, 80 kilometers away. Ten kilometers to the west of the armored personnel carrier, yellow dust was flying into the sky, and it was the rumbling and galloping tank units rushing to the fishing village, and the road was like plasticine under the heavy tracks, and the new marks were crushed.

In order to actively demonstrate cooperation, the presidential decree specially allocated 23 T-72B main battle tanks to assist in the operation. Advancing at full speed, the galloping tanks were like rhinoceros charging in the wasteland, and the dust raised obscured the sky, and an arrow-shaped yellow smoke could be seen in the distance in the urban area pointing to the northwest.

The senior commander of the clean-up operation, Brigadier General Nicolás Tarason of the Venezuelan Marine Corps, insisted on standing in a tank and swaggering through the city in order to appear to be the first to sit in a comfortable armored car. As soon as he left the range of the reporter's camera, he was so gray that he went down, retracted into the tank cabin, closed the skylight, endured the stuffy heat, held the walkie-talkie, and shouted in sweat:

"Colonel Charlie, the Spear of God is nothing more than a small fishing village entrenched by the sea! Let me stress once again that the parliamentarians of the state of Surya have nothing to do with the Spear of God, and it is only on humanitarian grounds that we acquiesce in the running of their little village by the sea! I assure you, this is a battle without any suspense, and we will not even have to fire a cannon and use our tracks to crush the small fishing village run by the Spear of God in Illinois! ”

The engines of the main battle tanks were louder than thunder, and Brigadier General Tarasson had to be hoarse to speak clearly.

Charlie replied solemnly on the radio: "As long as you fulfill the second half of the sentence, I will believe the first half." My paratroopers have opened the no-man's-land blockade line, and the Federation's attack aircraft formation will provide you with reconnaissance and early warning and fire support, so I wish you all the best. ”

Tarathon reassured a few more words, hung up the conversation profusely and muttered curses in the sweltering tank compartment: "Damn the Spear of God!" I didn't expect them to be a bunch of crazy people. ”

As dusk approached, roaring tank units approached the Illinois fishing village on the coast. On the dim red Caribbean antenna, a lonely stronghold sticks to the shore, and the inky blue sea in the distance, the scenery is as quiet as an oil painting.

Thirty-four armored personnel carriers rushed down the highway like ant colonies, and began to diverge in all directions, scattering in all directions of the stronghold, carrying out an encirclement sweep as planned. And the main guns of the tank formations that came with them began to shake their heads from side to side, fine-tune the elevation angle, and aimed at the black spot on the coast ten kilometers away.

Brigadier General Tarazon then ordered his subordinates to adjust the radio coverage equipment, and began to shout an ultimatum at the stronghold of the Spear of God:

"There is no point in resisting! Put down your arms, hold your head in your hands, and slowly walk out of the stronghold in a single column, we will accept surrender, we will treat the prisoners preferentially! You will be treated with the utmost humanity before you are extradited to the federal courts of North America! ”

He repeated it two or three times, but there was no response, as if the stronghold of the Spear of God was really backward like a fishing village, and even the radio receiving equipment was lacking. Brigadier General Tarathon muttered: "Damn it, an armed law enforcement team can clean up the scene, and the Wehrmacht has to be mobilized - these guys don't even have radio reception equipment, and it seems that they can only be persuaded to surrender with the most primitive megaphone." ”

Then he changed to a car, sat in the co-pilot of the radar car, drove forward until he was five kilometers away from the stronghold, and shouted directly to the base of the Spear of God through a high-powered megaphone: "I am Brigadier General Nicolás Tarason, commander of the 3rd Infantry Division of the Venezuelan Marine Corps!" I order you to put down your harpoons and kitchen knives at once, hold your heads in your hands, and come out alone and surrender! The army will give you the most humane treatment, please give up useless resistance! Repeat, please give up senseless resistance! Otherwise, a salvo of the main guns of the main battle tank will make your village disappear directly from the coastline, and believe me, you won't be able to search for an Illinois fishing village on Google Maps! ”

Brigadier General Tarasson was still shouting in all directions, when suddenly the radio sounded, and Brigadier General was overjoyed and immediately answered: "Surrender immediately and unconditionally, and promise to guarantee the safety of your lives......

Then Tarathon found that the voice on the radio was his staff officer: "We should slow down, because the other side is unlikely to surrender......"

The staff officer's voice trembled: "Brigadier General, that's not a fishing village, it's a well-designed steel fortress!" ”

Tarasson was stunned for a moment, and looked into the distance. Four kilometers away, you can barely see the true face of the Illinois fishing village, even without a telescope: it is surrounded by a ring of bumpy steel barriers. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the silver-gray steel turned into a thick black, so the staff officer could barely see clearly with a telescope that the "little black dot on the coastline" was not the earthen wall of the fishing village, but the steel barrier!

Suddenly, a bright red shell slashed the sky, and a beautiful parabolic arc landed precisely on the turret of the T-72 main battle tank in which Brigadier General Tarazon once rode. The supposedly indestructible Russian-made mobile armor was pierced like a piece of paper, and the warhead unstoppably drilled into the bullet chamber, and after detonation, a brilliant bonfire bloomed, and the turret was gorgeously torn off the entire hull, and then the turret flew four meters into the sky under the momentum of gunpowder, spun and fell, and vaguely saw the V-shaped human legs spinning in the flames. This magnificent flame illuminates the dim dusk, like a beautiful fire lotus blooming in the dark night.

And such a fire lotus will surely burst out like raindrops and bloom one after another.

The hull of the car that lost its turret was carrying raging flames, and it rushed out of dozens of meters in inertia before slowly stopping, and the hysterical screams of humans echoed in the night sky.

The nightmare began. (To be continued.) )