America’s Big Hero

Chapter 184: The Cartagena Massacre

Upon receiving the news that Sean had prepared, Gilbert immediately contacted those he had communicated with before.

Hearing is false, but seeing is believing. Although the United States does not have this proverb, there are still similar words.

Those people will not relocate the factory to the war-torn place of Colombia just because Gilbert said a few words.

On the other side, Marvin Bush, Robert Jianguo, Hayden and several others also flew to Cartagena by plane.

"FK, what are you doing with these things?" A few guys looked at the armored vehicles and self-propelled mortars in the base and thought Sean was crazy.

"You're not going to commit a massacre here, are you?" Marvin Bush took Sean's arm and looked at him in horror.

"What is a massacre?" Sean rolled his eyes, "It's called purification, do you understand, purify the world!"

"Oh, that's what Hitler said back then!" Robert Jianguo sneered while hugging his shoulders.

"Can that be the same?" Sean looked at the group of people with a serious face, pointed his finger in the direction of Cartagena and said, "You have also seen it in the city, how poor and backward it is."

"Gangs are rampant here, selling silver, gambling, kidnapping, blackmailing, all imaginable crimes exist here."

"Peace and happiness are only in their imaginations."

"Of course there is a problem with the ability of local politicians, but these gangs that are entrenched in ordinary people are the main gang forces to be squeezed."

"You have also seen what happened on the construction site. These people are the most greedy devils in hell. They will not create wealth, but only greedy plunder. These devils are stumbling blocks in Cartagena's development path."

"Are these people depriving others of the right to pursue happiness?"

"I gave them a chance, but the devil is the devil, they can't be influenced, they can only be eliminated."

"For the happiness of the Cartagena people, for the peace of Cartagena, and for the development of Cartagena, I will represent God and punish them!" Said, Sean raised his arms high, as if justice incarnation.

"Clap clap clap" Marvin clapped and looked at Sean after looking at each other, "So, we are messengers of justice?"

"Yes, our world police are dedicated to eradicating evil and protecting the rights and interests of most people. We are the nemesis of evil!" Sean extended a thumb.

"Sin Buster, I like that word," said Robert Jianguo, laughing.

"Our slogan is: eradicate evil, justice may be late, but never absent."

"Super hero?"

"Super hero!"

"Done!"

On the other hand, a group of rich people who went to Cartagena with Gilbert also visited the industrial area that Sean had built.

The result is…

Dilapidated construction sites, construction waste discarded everywhere, factories half-built, and idle hooligans wandering around.

Are you going to let us watch this?

"This is what Colombia should be like." Gilbert said with a smile: "However, very soon, very soon you will see that a storm that has swept the whole of Cartagena, after the storm, is not left behind. A mess, but a clean world."

Everyone looked at each other, so let's take a good look.

…

"The Black Hawk took off three hours ago and is expected to arrive around 4pm."

"10 combat teams of security personnel in the South American branch are ready."

"it is good!"

"Everyone, I advise you not to eat at noon, and wait until the evening to see how you feel."

…

Sean, Marvin, and Hayden all wore camouflage uniforms on board and boarded the Black Hawk gunship one by one. At this moment, all the external weapon systems of the helicopter were mounted, and the hellfire and rockets were all turned around.

"Report, each battle group has arrived at the predetermined position." Craig Wright said loudly.

Craig Wright, the Intra-City Combat Command Specialist, will direct the entire battle plan from the command vehicle today.

"Okay, start action in ten minutes." Sean ordered.

The hatch closed, the sound of the propeller sounded, and the Black Hawk entered a state of readiness.

Five minutes later, after receiving the order, the Black Hawk took off and began to circle over the base.

Two M113A3 armored vehicles rushed out from the gate of the base, targeting the city of Cartagena, with Craig Wright sitting in the field command vehicle behind.

The sudden appearance of the M113A3 in the city caused many citizens to be very surprised. I didn't hear that the guerrillas were coming recently.

Besides, do the guerrillas have this thing?

"The helicopter starts the first round of strikes!" Craig Wright's order came from the Black Hawk. The pilot pulled up the joystick and flew straight to the city of Cartagena.

With the sound of the thudding propellers, a black eagle with external weapons appeared over Cartagena. Looking at the weapons mounted on the outside of the fuselage, it was probably a long-term war, which made Colombians instinctively feel some dangers and avoid them.

It's just that the gang members in the target location can't leave, this is their nest.

"Arrived at the intended location!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!" Sitting in the co-pilot position, Sean locked onto the target three-story building and pressed the launch button suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

The flames soared into the sky, and the flames first spewed out from the windows and other places. Then, the entire three-story building burst open, and the masonry and cement flew dozens of meters high under the shock wave.

In such a big bang, nothing could survive inside.

With a flick of the joystick, the helicopter flew towards the next target.

Cartagena is the fourth largest city and an important port. Thousands of tons of cannabis are exported from here every year, and dozens of tons of high-purity cocaine are also circulated from here.

There are countless gangs entrenched in Cartagena, and there are more than a dozen people on Sean's blacklist.

This is also the reason why Sean has to sweep around here.

There are so many **** gangs, it might be an exaggeration to say that there are no good people in the ghetto.

However, in the slums of Cartagena, even many children have participated in the poisoning...

If it is replaced by a rabbit that exceeds 50 grams and is shot to death, the slum area can directly drop nuclear bombs.

"FK, change me!" Marvin grabbed Sean's arm and kept pulling, "Hurry up."

The corners of Sean's mouth twitched. The last time Marvin had to play rockets, Sean found that this guy has a strong tendency to violence.

As soon as the action here was changed, the driver over there loudly ordered: "Lock on target number two."

"Prepare!"

"Fire!"

"whoosh"

"boom!"

There was a big explosion, and a small building was blown up again. The huge explosion sound could be heard clearly by half of Cartagena.

"Oooooooo┗|｀O'|┛嗷~~" Marvin shouted loudly, looking very perverted.

It's a lot more fun than blowing up a ship at sea.

After the bombing was over, the helicopter just changed its target, and suddenly ten American soldiers in camouflage uniforms and loaded guns rushed out, shouting 'dog', 'dog' and 'dog', and rushed towards the waste area.

Helicopter strikes with precision, and people from X Security Company are responsible for follow-up cleaning.

These gangs are not just a small building, there are many people on the kill list around here, all of which need to be eliminated.

Of course, this also includes on-site searches.

Hellfire is aimed at the small building, and the safe will not be damaged in theory.

After all, safes are used to keep important items, and this stuff, in general, has no fakes...

While punishing evildoers and upholding justice, we must also pay attention to 'retributing evil to good'. Obviously, Sean is kind!

Hellfire clears the way, eight missiles, every one of some of Cartagena's biggest gang resident houses, if any one doesn't get their turn, there's nothing they can do.

With only eight rounds, it can only be considered that they suffered a loss.

However, for those unlucky people who didn't enjoy Hellfire, X Security Company staff would also invite them to eat a few RPGs.

Sean is so generous, trying to make it rain and dew evenly.

There was a wave of bombing in the city, and the driver drove the helicopter straight to the industrial area as ordered.

There's a lot of **** out there that needs to be cleaned up.

The sound of the big explosion in the city apparently also reached the industrial area, and groups of people gathered according to gangs to discuss what happened in the city.

The unease in my heart grew stronger.

This may be the subconscious warning of life when it has a premonition that it is about to die.

Soon, the sound of the chug of the propeller sounded, and looking at the people gathered in piles, a cruel smile hung on the corner of Sean's mouth, "Very good, it will save trouble if you concentrate!"

"You guys, do you want to throw your hair into the crowd!" Sean turned his head and glanced at several people.

Sean didn't have the ability to exude evil spirits, but what he didn't experience in his eyes made Marvin shiver.

"No, no, this is up to you." Several people waved their hands again and again.

It doesn't matter if you bomb buildings or something, you can't see people, and the shadows in your heart are not that big, but you can launch rockets at the crowd...

This is not a real soldier or a murderous pervert, and he can't do such a thing.

"Cut!" Sean turned his head away, fake ruthless.

Muttering, Sean aimed at the crowd and pressed the launcher button directly, while 19 rockets flew out.

Wherever they passed, the explosions were continuous, and there were no screams, and the stumps and arms were scattered in the firelight.

Within a radius of dozens of meters, flames, stumps, set up hell!

Seeing the situation on the ground through the observation window, Marvin and the others moved their throats and swallowed subconsciously, Damn, how cruel!

At the same time of fear and fear, the pleasure brought by a tyrannical emotion flooded into my heart.

Would love to switch with Sean.

Of course, just think about it.

It is difficult for normal people to break through this bottom line.

There was no reaction on the driver's face. He drove the Black Hawk in the army, went to the battlefield, and participated in real battles.

The U.S. military has never taken care of the civilians of other countries on the battlefield, and has always treated them equally and fired directly.

The reported death toll is never true.

This situation is not experienced by the driver once or twice.

With a flick of the joystick, the helicopter flew towards another group of people, a few hundred meters away, and Sean pressed the launch button directly after locking it.

'whoosh' 'whoosh' 'whoosh'

'Boom' 'Boom' 'Boom'

It was a **** of flames again. Only a few people reacted quickly after discovering the bombardment just now, while more people were scared and stupid, and Sean didn't give them any reaction time at all.

When the bombing of the city started, the rich people who followed Gilbert heard the sound.

Colombia, bombing, when these two words came together, they couldn't help but feel less nervous.

However, Gilbert seemed to be in the old gods, "It's very safe, our own people, don't you think Colombia is not safe too? This is cleaning up some garbage. After cleaning up the garbage, it's safe here."

Hearing Gilbert say this, a group of rich people gasped.

Is this, direct bombing, a bit too much?

A group of people are at the construction site of the Sean Chemical Plant in the industrial area at the moment, and Gilbert brought them here on purpose.

As soon as the bombing in the city stopped, everyone saw the small black dots in the sky flying towards this side.

The scene of the helicopter launching rockets directly towards the place in the air came into view, and the sound of explosions and a piece of fire shone in the eyes.

All the rich people were stunned and speechless.

But, it's not over yet!

After the rocket, Sean turned on the cannon hoisted under the cabin.

The driver chased a few other local gang members hanging around in the industry, and Sean adjusted his cannon at the crowd and began to fire.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

In the roar of the machine guns, screams came one after another.

As long as it is scratched by the bullet of the machine gun, even if it does not die on the spot, there will be some parts missing on the body, but it is only the end of screaming and bleeding to death.

Compared with the speed of fighter jets, in fact, the cannons are not accurate enough, and the strike time is short. It is simply too convenient for armed helicopters to kill ground targets!

Slow down, aim at the crowd and shoot left and right!

Almost nothing slips through the net!

Whether it's a person or a few simple houses built by these guys in the industrial area for rest, all things that are not in the industrial area should be cleaned up!

Steering the Black Hawk helicopter to hover over Gilbert and the others, the airport door opened, and Sean descended directly.

When Sean landed, the Black Hawk immediately returned to the base. According to Sean's previous instructions, he went back to replace the auxiliary fuel tank and directly crossed the Caribbean Sea to return to Miami.

Can't stay in Cartagena anyway.

Sean in camouflage fell to the ground and hugged Gilbert first.

He took off his camouflage uniform on his own, and inside was a set of casual clothes.

Most of the rich people around don't know Sean, but this guy got down from a helicopter. Even if the bombing and massacre just now weren't done by this guy, it's inseparable.

Butcher, executioner, murderer, pervert...

Guardian!

The changed camouflage uniform was taken away, and Gilbert coughed lightly and said, "I'll introduce it to everyone. Everyone should have heard of this one, Sean Rockefeller."

"Mr. Sean is the initiator and owner of this industrial zone, as well as the owner of X Security Company. The security of the industry in Cartagena will be the responsibility of X Security Company."

"Hello, hello." Sean stepped forward and shook hands with everyone one by one, feeling a bit like a leader inspecting.

"You don't need to worry about the safety of the industry. Cartagena is very safe." Sean's face was full of warm smiles, and he couldn't tell that he had just killed so many. "The scenery here is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, and the local folk customs are simple and honest. ,Hospitality."

"The most important thing is that there will be no more gangsters in Cartagena, now or in the future."

"You don't have to worry about any guerrillas, anti-government organizations."

"X Security is not the Colombian army. For X Security, protecting the lives and property of customers is the most important thing. For this reason, security companies never mind large-scale bombing."

"The South American branch of the security company is right next to the industrial area. Two Black Hawk helicopter gunships, three armored vehicles, self-propelled mortars, and more troops will be added at any time if necessary."

Sean looked at the crowd with a solemn look on his face, "I came to Cartagena to do only three things, safety, safety, or **** safety!"

"Safe, Cartagena is very safe!" the crowd applauded.

There is a US military protection next to it, what the **** is safer than this!

Everyone knows that what kind of **** guerrillas are, in the final analysis, they are just a group of armed drug dealers, and their combat effectiveness simply cannot match the U.S. military.

As long as there are no rabbits, the U.S. military will never fail.

Everyone stood there and chatted for a while before Gilbert opened his mouth to invite: "The dinner is ready, let's go over there."

Everyone got into the car and left the industrial area. On the road, they accidentally turned their heads and glanced at the corpses on the ground.

Scattered arms and legs, large intestines flying everywhere...

"vomit"…

Seeing this scene, they closed their eyes and covered their mouths.

cruel!

After leaving the industrial zone and entering the urban area, the urban area is in chaos at the moment.

The Black Hawk clears people very quickly, but the clearing mission on the combat team's side requires one shot at a time.

The whole slum was full of gunshots, and the streets were empty.

The helicopter bombing just now had scared away the crowd watching. Occasionally, a few who rushed into the street would soon be killed in the street by the security company personnel who were chasing them behind.

Blood and corpses were everywhere on the street.

It looks like a war zone.

Gilbert's convoy was coming, and Commander Craig Wright had already notified it.

Otherwise, the team will be blown up by the RPG as soon as they enter.

Sean and Gilbert were sitting in the first car, the speed was not fast, and there were corpses on the road from time to time.

When rolling, blood would inevitably spurt out, and the blood on the car was stinging.

The group of rich chemical workers in the car behind were all pale and pale. It was a shame that they did not eat lunch after listening to Gilbert's words. Otherwise, they would have vomited at this moment.

However, although this situation is cruel and frightening, in the tumult of bang, bang, I feel inexplicably safe in my heart.

Even if these local gangs are iron-clad, they must be honest after this brutal killing.

It's just that everyone was a little confused along the way. It's all like this here. What about the police?

police!

The police change their clothes in the police station.

Are you not allowed to carry a gun when you go out on a mission?

Isn't that a change of clothes?

Does the car not start?

Don't have time!

Damn, when the Black Hawk gunships in the sky were bombarded with missiles, the police chief wanted to unplug the police department's phone line.

Cartagena is safe as long as no one calls the police!

However, after all, it was a step too late, and I don't know which **** guy called the police.

Don't let Lao Tzu know who you are, it must have sharked you!

Listening to the constant bombardment, the police did not dare to go out.

What firepower others have, and what firepower they have, they are still very hard in their hearts.

Especially after receiving news, those guys in camouflage uniforms rushed in in armored vehicles.

Six tubes of Gatling's powerful chug.

The police chief threw the small pistol out of his hand on the spot.

What do I need this gun for!

It's okay to bully civilians with small pistols.

Anyway, the gunshots kept going outside, and the police were determined not to go out.

Very firm kind!

It doesn't work for anyone.

The convoy made its way through the slums and into the waterfront.

Like a chasm, beyond here, Cartagena is two worlds.

Cartagena has a bulge near the seaside, the airport, various five-star hotels, and the castle built by the Spaniards here.

The streets are clean and tidy, with high-rise buildings, pedestrians walking briskly, with faint smiles on their faces.

This is a wealthy area, either tourists from the United States or rich people from Colombia.

On the side of entering the ''civilized world, everyone got out of the car and changed cars.

There was blood all over the car, as if Cartagena was unsafe.

In fact, this is also the reason why Sean chose Cartagena. Except for the slums, the law and order here is actually very good.

For all kinds of guerrillas, the main source of finance is marijuana and coca leaves, and most of them are exported from here, so there is a tacit understanding, and no one comes here to make trouble.

If it is really unrest here, and if you say something unpleasant, it will cut off everyone's source of income.

This is tacit.

At the scheduled banquet hall, Mayor Butler Mitchell and his team were already waiting here.

After Sean's introduction, a group of rich Americans shook hands with Butler Mitchell.

Everyone was a little surprised that Mayor Butler Mitchell appeared here. There were bombings and massacres outside. You can still appear here with a bright face.

This air...

Steady!

It was immediately clear to everyone that Sean had reached an agreement with the Cartagena Municipality and that it was all planned.

Official business hook...ahem, official business cooperation.

Steady!

On this side, the banquet started, everyone was chatting and laughing, on the other side, in the police station...

The police chief stood at the window, looking out over the slum, half-sounding, turning his head to listen carefully.

It seems that there has been no gunshots for a long time, right?

As if it had been confirmed several times, the police chief immediately regained his energy, grabbed the pistol that he had thrown on the sofa, put it in the gun pocket, took the coat from the clothes and put it on his body, opened the door of the room, and strode vigorously. out.

"Everyone, get in the car quickly and rush to the location of the incident, hurry up!"

"Be sure to catch all the gangsters!"

A group of police suddenly came to the spirit, armed with guns, and shouted to get into the car.

It's time to show off the police force!

Duck!

The chief's and headed, more than a dozen cars lined up and rushed out of the police station, just hit the road to enter the main road.

Suddenly, the director's car suddenly braked suddenly.

This sudden braking made the response of a series of police cars behind him not in a hurry. In a series of 'bang', 'bang', and 'bang', many police cars rear-ended.

what's the situation?

Many police cars opened the doors and stretched their necks to look towards the intersection. They saw an armored car driving over to block the intersection. The six-barrel Gatling on the roof was slowly turning, and the muzzle was facing here.

chief Police officer:…

All the police:…

Quiet, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Go back!" A voice came from the speaker inside the armored vehicle.

The police chief's throat twitched, he swallowed a few mouthfuls, and tremblingly picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and roared in a dry voice: "Go back, go back, dog, dog, dog!"

The picture seems to start to reverse, reversing, one by one police cars line up to reverse.

Back up faster than when you came.

No one, including the chief of police, ever thought to come forward and say, 'I'm a policeman, hands up'.

a?

No need, absolutely no need!

What happened to the police?

The police aren't even tough.

There's no need to be arrogant, everyone dares to throw missiles with the Black Hawk, and after this step, no one thinks that the other party is afraid to open fire on the police.

How to come, how to go back.

The rewind was over, and the street was bare.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the debris that had just been rear-ended rolled on the road.

X Security has the tradition of X Security.

Everything is about a beginning and an end.

This matter does not need Sean to tell everyone to know what to do.

After the murder, the scene must be cleaned up, and it should not cause any trouble to the local police.

It's so loyal!

bombing?

This has.

kill?

does not exist!

If there is no body, why do you say murder!

What about the evidence?

Who dares to slander Lao Tzu!

Tender you!

It's just that this time I killed a lot, and it's a little hard to clean up.

"It shouldn't be bombed with hellfire!" An X security guard who was picking up stumps in the ruins muttered and threw the stumps into the body bag, "Look, it's bombed everywhere, it's too laborious to clean up. "

"It's better to use a gun, the body is intact!"

"Is this too much time-consuming?"

"Report to the top and think of a way."

Craig Wright was stunned for a while when he received the news, and then ordered the security personnel to find the surrounding residents to help collect the corpses, and just give more money.

Everyone is responsible for watching, nothing can go wrong.

With the participation of local residents, the speed of cleaning up the mess was suddenly accelerated.

As for the industrial area, they could only use bulldozers to collect the bodies.

When the bodies here are cleaned up, they will also be sent to the industrial area for unified treatment.

"Head, is there a reporter here?" In the command car, Craig Wright suddenly received a report from someone below.

"Where are there reporters, no reporters!" Craig Wright immediately ordered loudly: "It's just a group of tourists, bring people back, cameras and the like are confiscated."

The order was issued, and the security personnel below acted immediately.

He didn't stop or ask, just rushed up, dared to run and fired a warning.

The camera was confiscated, and people took it away!

"I'm a reporter, you don't have the right to arrest me, I have the right to freedom of news coverage!" This group of reporters has many strong heads, and they always feel that reporters have privileges.

These words are easier for those politicians, and if it is Sean, maybe it will be more polite.

But now they are facing a group of soldiers. These guys are used to not beeping when they can do it. After the **** of the gun smashed the person, the muzzle of the gun was on the head, and the scene immediately quieted down.

Sure enough, it is the most convenient, efficient and effective way to convince people with reason.

In the face of these murderous security guards, a group of cultural people decided to follow their heart.

Craig Wright didn't even think about them, it's just that such photos and the like can be circulated or not.

This has always been Sean's principle.

Even in New Jersey, which dominates the entire underground world, Sean didn't leave dead bodies when dealing with people, and sent them all to sea for destruction.

Without a body, it is at best a disappearance, and the nature of the matter varies greatly.

There were indeed a lot of people killed this time. More than a dozen gangs, and the security company dispatched 10 basic combat teams, killing more than 300 gang members before and after.

Pulled by a van that had been prepared long ago, the body was put into a bag and thrown in like frozen pork.

Pulled a few cars back and forth.

Along the way, blood was left from the cracks and the road was full of blood.

Until all the bodies were transported, Craig Wright did not order the reporter to be released.

There was no abuse, but instead they were sent to a restaurant that had just been packaged.

As soon as they heard that they were going to eat, many reporters were so frightened that they all fell to the ground.

The other reporters were either wailing or shouting, which made Craig Wright, who had pushed in through the door, bewildered.

Are you all crazy?

It took a while to figure out that the reporters thought of the "Last Supper" as soon as they heard the meal, thinking they were going to kill them after eating.

No wonder they can think of this kind of thing, after all, these American soldiers in camouflage uniforms are too cruel.

Having just killed so many people in the city, these reporters can't help but think too much.

Craig Wright explained, dumbfounded, "There is no last supper. He came to give everyone a red envelope. Treating guests to dinner is just a normal reception."

After hearing Craig Wright's explanation, the scene was quiet for a while, and then someone shouted, "We have the right to press freedom, you are illegally detained, and I will sue you."

"Yes, illegal detention, you are a massacre, I will definitely expose you!"

A burst of noisy shouts made Craigie Wright's face darken instantly. Damn it, he was just superfluous, what more should he say to this reporter?

People, each with their own strengths, should not do things that they are not good at.

Thinking of this, Craig Wright had a cold face, pulled an M16 from the security guard beside him, aimed it at the roof and pulled the trigger directly. The gunshot of 'da da da' sounded, and in an instant, the scene was quiet again.

"Shit, you **** son of a bitch, **** your press freedom." Craig Wright glanced coldly at the crowd, "Everyone **** thinks which newspaper they belong to and who they are. Hand over your identity information and get the money to get out of here."

"Take Lao Tzu's money, if I let Lao Tzu know who of you dares to report indiscriminately."

Craig Wright snorted heavily, "Send your whole family to **** the next day!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene became quiet again, and a group of reporters stopped talking and bowed their heads silently.

Reporters: If you talk so well, it will be over!

Craig Wright scolded and returned the gun to the people around him, "Let them stand against the wall with their press cards and take pictures, just like criminals."

Pushing open the hotel door, Craig Wright turned around and walked out, leaving only one sentence, "What a bunch of bastards!"

Of course, regardless of what Craig Wright seems to be doing very cleanly, the murder threats have been sent out, but there will definitely be reports that should be there.

After all, it's not up to a single reporter to decide what a newspaper will report.

This just makes the reported data less.

The coverage is narrowed.

Negative reports can be minimized.

It is convenient for Sean to deal with public opinion issues later.