Justice League, what a beautiful word, who can not like it?

Anyway, these people at the meeting liked this word.

With nothing to deal with, everyone got on a bus directly and headed to a military airport under the escort of peacekeeping troops. Then they transferred through the airport and went straight to Medellin.

Bill didn't take away everyone's communication equipment, which was too ugly, but there was also a jammer on the bus.

Belief and preparedness are two different things and do not interfere with each other.

After boarding and taking off, the plane did not land at the airport in Medellin.

Even if it is a military airport, it is not worthy of trust.

Medellin is Pablo's hometown.

"Get ready, fellow righteous people, we are about to land. Since it is not an airport, there may be some..." Bill tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "It's bumpy, so fasten your seat belts!"

With that said, Bill sat down and started to fasten his seat belt as well.

"Oh, no, what the hell, forced landing in the wild?" A cry came out, followed by a burst of noise.

The emergency landing in the wild was carried out in the middle of the night. Just thinking about it makes one's scalp numb.

Once an accident occurs, someone will die!

"NO, NO, NO, don't do this, it's very dangerous!"

A burst of prayers sounded, and most people's faces turned pale.

Bill rolled his eyes and had to turn his head and said: "Don't worry, everyone, the person flying the plane is an American, a super pilot, with more than 10,000 hours of driving experience. It is not difficult to make an emergency landing at night. Stay calm."

Upon hearing this, there was a burst of exhalation in the cabin.

It's great not to be a Colombian pilot.

Although they don't like Americans very much, that doesn't include now.

The main reason is that they have too much confidence in Colombian pilots. How can you trust a pilot who can't fly a few times a year?

There is not a single pilot in the entire Colombia who has flown for tens of thousands of hours, not even the military. Without him, there is no money.

The cost of training pilots is too high, and it is not just a matter of consuming some aviation fuel.

The plane began to dive downwards, and there was a sense of weightlessness. The military transport plane had no windows for everyone to see, and everyone was holding on to the backrest in fear with pale faces.

There was a loud "bang", followed by violent turbulence and "rumbling", as if the plane was about to fall apart.

There's no way around it, military aircraft don't take damn comfort into account.

Until I got off the plane and looked at the dark surroundings, there was only a sign composed of red lights on the ground. They landed on this damn run. Just thinking about it for a moment, each of the justice messengers had their legs broken.

Somewhat soft.

It is now around 9pm. This is a small hill, and there are 2,000 people under protective umbrellas ambushed in the woods.

I had no choice but to enter Medellin, and I didn't dare to get too close for fear of disturbing Pablo.

…

"Start the operation in half an hour, Dennis Abbot. You will lead 800 people in a while, targeting Pablo's Naples estate. I hope no one will run away!" Bill called all the people under the umbrella, the last one before the war started.

Military meeting.

"Craig, you lead 200 people to this drug manufacturing factory in the west."

"Laite, you lead 200 people and raid this place. It's also an institutional factory."

"Tom, you bring 200 people, here..."

"Nice, you..."

"In the end, I led 200 people as a reserve team."

"Because it's a raid, we don't have tanks to support you. Your offensive weapons are only armored vehicles, modified recoilless rifles and 107 rocket launchers." As he spoke, Bill showed another smile, "Of course, there will be no shortage of air support, 20 sorties.

The Devil Bird is ready and can call for air support at any time."

"Thank you, boss, for coming up with this kind of turboprop aircraft. The Devil Bird will always be waiting for you in the sky." After making a joke, Bill smiled and pointed at the person next to him, "Now, let me introduce to you.

These are two senior officials of the CIA. The planning and intelligence support for this operation came from the CIA. Let us welcome you two."

Wow, there was a round of applause.

Although everyone knows that this is bullshit, a protective umbrella does not require KPIs, so the credit must naturally be given.

The two CIA people did not introduce themselves. They were confidential units. They just stood up with a smile and said hello to everyone. As for the Colombian official at the scene, they were witnesses.

This credit falls to the CIA because the military does not need this kind of action to set off the strength of the U.S. military. Compared with this trivial credit, the military cares more about the seizures that Sean promised...

Seventy percent?

I really thought that Umbrella would get 70%, and the military would also get half. Are so many F-16s and Apaches for nothing?

What's more, there are missiles and other expenditures during bombing, and the military will not engage in a money-losing business.

What the CIA wants is the seized 'goods', while what the umbrella and the military want is the money.

Of course, Sean won’t be at a loss either.

Everything was ready, and at 10:30, the operation began, starting with the Devil Bird fighter squadron.

"Report, the Devil Bird Fighter Squadron has applied for takeoff!" the correspondent reported loudly.

"Approved for takeoff!" Bill shouted back.

At a military base more than 300 kilometers away, 20 Devil Birds received signals from the tower, entered the runway one after another and soared into the sky towards Medellin.

Then came the transport convoys and armored convoys lurking further away.

"Report, the convoy applies to set off."

"Approved to depart!"

Personnel carriers, armored vehicles, 212-modified recoilless artillery vehicles and rocket vehicles drove over from dozens of kilometers away.

They will pick up the combatants under the protective umbrella here and quickly head towards their respective targets.

The convoy arrived, and the parachute officers and soldiers detachment, which had been prepared for departure, quickly boarded the vehicle under the command of the signal light. No one spoke during the whole process, only the sound of the engine echoed in the night sky.

This is the quality of the soldiers. The people on the Colombian side just watched quietly, with solemn expressions on their faces. The quality of the soldiers of the two countries is completely different.

If it were the Colombian military, it would be impossible for 2,000 people to board the train in the middle of the night, even with lights on, in less than an hour.

Even so, there will definitely be people getting on the wrong bus, and equipment will be lost.

It’s a mess, and it’s absolutely impossible to be silent the entire time.

It can be replaced with a protective umbrella. Good guy, the work was completed in half an hour even though the whole process was smeared, as if he had trained countless assembly line operations.

There's really no comparison.

Colombian people and CIA people also accompanied him. They rode in special vehicles and followed near the command vehicle.

Just as the motorcade was driving towards the Naples Manor at full power, nearly halfway through the journey, the correspondent reported in a low voice, "Report, the Devil Bird formation has arrived above the target, please give instructions."

"Hover at an altitude of 3,000 meters and stand by." Bill ordered.

I lowered my head and looked at my watch. In 20 minutes, the raid was about to begin!

…

In the middle of the night, there were almost no vehicles on the highway outside the city.

Although Pablo had complete control over Medellin, he never sent people to monitor the roads in the middle of the night.

At this moment, most of the Naples Manor was covered in hazy moonlight, with only a few places still brightly lit.

Naples Manor covers an area of ​​22 square kilometers. You must know that the entire Macau is only 32.9 square kilometers.

The estate has 2 helicopter landing pads, 27 artificial lakes, 10 villas, 1,700 employees, a go-kart track, a water park, a bullring, a sculpture park and a huge wildlife park as well as a large number of luxury cars and yachts.

As for Sean's Deer Island, the total area is only 0.5 square kilometers, and after reclamation, it is less than 1 square kilometers...

Anyway, Sean's face didn't look good after getting the detailed information about the Naples estate.

(Today I saw Pablo’s estate in Colombia. I wasn’t angry. I decided to discuss with Pablo about buying it. I think he would definitely agree.)

Just when the convoy was less than 3 kilometers away from the Naples Manor, a piercing siren suddenly sounded in the manor!

Immediately, the manor fell into chaos, the servants on duty panicked, and the sleeping servants were awakened from their dreams.

The major in charge of the manor's security widened his eyes, with an extremely ugly look on his face, "Quick, quick, quick, lead people to protect the boss's wife and children, enter the No. 2 air defense basement, and order the helicopter to start. Once it is confirmed that it can fly,

Take them away immediately!"

"Call the police station in Medellin immediately and tell them someone is attacking the hacienda."

"Call the nearby garrison. Why are so many people attacking?"

"Others, start setting up defenses immediately, everyone, take action, take out all weapons, and be on full alert!" the major shouted noblely.

The reason why he is a major is because he was born in the Colombian military...

After giving the order, the major immediately called Pablo and informed him of the news that a large group of troops were heading towards the Naples Manor.
To be continued...