Pre-setting the battlefield can draw firepower there, reducing the secondary impact of firepower leakage.
There are too many civilians in the city; a stray bullet could easily take one of them out.
“Sure, we have a manor in the suburbs. We’ll have Rudolf go there.”
"That's what Márquez said in agreement."
As for sending troublemakers abroad, to be honest, it's not like no one has ever done that before.
There are some internet celebrities who argue with CJNJ, saying who they are, thinking that as long as they hide behind Lao Mei, they won't be targeted by the other side.
As a result, the other party's assassins smuggled themselves into the country, forced the internet celebrity to film an apology video, and then delivered the "disappearance package."
I don't know if the person is in the river or in the ground, but the missing persons rate in the United States is quite high.
The efficiency of Fubo's investigations was actually just so-so; without a body, there was no case, and it was better to do less trouble than more trouble.
But Rudolf had a powerful father who directly hired PMC to wage war against the drug cartel.
“Very good, we will take immediate action.”
Xia Yu stood up and said.
After a $200 million advance payment was deposited into Focusfire Defense's corporate account, the small war machine was set in motion.
Hans, who was still in Latin America, took half of his men back to Afica to prepare combat supplies.
An army marches on its stomach; intercontinental delivery and transatlantic operations like this require exceptionally high transport capacity.
Bulk supplies and low-priority equipment can be transported by sea, but weapons and ammunition that need to be deployed in the early stages of an operation must be transported by air.
It's also thanks to Xia Yu's foresight in previous years in establishing his own An-124 fleet that, with the added impact of black swan events, you wouldn't even be able to get a place in line, even with Russia and Russia's strategic transport fleets operating at full capacity.
Jihuo Defense's own three An-124s are fully booked, but they can squeeze in some extra shifts.
Thus, a Ruslan transporting two Hind platform attack helicopters and a KF-41 lynx, resupplyed by an Il-78 tanker, arrived at Laughlin Air Force Base on the US-Mexico border ahead of others.
Marquez hasn't sorted out the paperwork with Mexico yet, so weapons, equipment, and combat supplies can only be gathered in the United States for now.
Of course, the vehicles and missiles can only be separated, and the management is much stricter than at overseas bases.
As for the numerous cases of contraband being smuggled in, they are basically unrelated to Mo Xi Ge.
Therefore, even if the authorization is approved, the transport planes of Jihuo Defense are not allowed to land at the Mercico Air Force Base.
As soon as the cargo door opens, CJNJ will know immediately what's inside, thus becoming alert.
To enter Mexico from the ground, one must use DEA's secret passage. After all, even the presidential guard has drug lords' moles, and the fewer people who know about the operation, the better.
However, in addition to keeping it from the Mexican military and police, they also need to be wary of certain people in the United States.
Drug lords run rampant, and their citizens are smuggled out to serve as cheap labor. Only neighboring countries with no development potential can put their minds at ease. The intelligence agency is nothing more than a lackey executing this plan and earning some fodder for itself.
As for the laundry detergent flowing into the country, that's a bit ridiculous. After all, the US is just a country for the elites.
They don't care about crime rates, let alone the lower classes controlled by contraband; it's good that they're ruined by drugs and can't do anything.
Anyway, there are plenty of highly educated immigrants every year, and many people have been waiting in line for so many years but still can't stay.
The problem is that these are all people wearing long gowns; there are no highly skilled workers, and the decline of manufacturing is indeed a fact.
Boeing's military division is difficult to comment on due to limited intelligence, but its civilian division is visibly declining year by year.
It's hard to believe that even today they can't recruit workers with no criminal record or drug addiction. No wonder their passenger planes have been crashing one after another in recent years.
Xia Yu's aircraft dismantling plant only buys old Boeing aircraft; for newer aircraft, he only buys Airbus.
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"Yes, Mr. Sherlock, I have the president's authorization. Rudolph will return to his suburban estate today."
In a luxury apartment in downtown Guadalajara, Shanghai, Gabriel García Márquez is making a phone call to Xia Yu, who is still in the United States.
"Let him show up on the way back. According to our investigation, CJNJ is very patient. They aim to strike their target decisively and will not act unless they are absolutely certain."
Xia Yu said to Lao Ma on the phone.
The employees of the PMC company in West Bamba are mostly retired veterans of the Army's GOE and the Marine Corps' UEE, and they are highly capable in individual combat.
With them openly protecting Márquez's son, CJNJ can't just send out gunmen like they would with ordinary internet celebrities; the group must deploy its own militarized forces.
Heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and armored vehicles would easily take down your HK-416s and SCARs.
Most importantly, they also have portable anti-aircraft missiles, and the huge profits from selling laundry detergent allow them to easily purchase powerful weapons and equipment.
The military is gradually reducing the frequency of helicopter deployments in routine operations against these drug cartels, precisely because they fear their helicopters being shot down.
The concentrated fire defense is not afraid, because the second sortie of the An-124 took the Red Cheetah from Afikara to the Americas.
"Yes, that's just how Elmenjohn is. Even a 10 million bounty on him couldn't catch him."
Old Ma agreed.
This drug cartel leader, who ventured into America early in his career and had connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, was known for his unwavering composure. While his family members were arrested one after another, his whereabouts remained unknown.
Maybe this guy secretly built a bunker too!
Elmenjo suffered from diabetes and, because of his status, could not go to the hospital, so he built his own hospital and, I heard, also had a private zoo.
They've set up all these facilities while hiding in various places; no one in Xiayu would believe there isn't a single large, non-open-air shelter.
However, hiding in the jungle would make it too difficult to evade satellite detection. The other party's hiding place is either a bunker or a mountain cave; there is no other possibility.
"10 million is not enough to catch such a big fish."
Xia Yu couldn't help but say.
It wasn't that he thought DEA was stingy, but given CJNJ's profitability, this amount of money was just a drop in the bucket.
In the past year, in an effort to win over the hearts and minds of the people, the other party has distributed nearly $10 million worth of food and supplies to civilians, clearly hoping to recruit more members through this method.
With 32 states in Mexico, they expanded their territory beyond their core states, reaching into 28 states across the country.
This time, by putting Márquez's son on the kill list and refusing to reconcile, they've taken the script of acting as righteous righteousness.
But if he hadn't reduced his shareholding, Old Ma's cash flow wouldn't even be as good as that of a large drug cartel like CJNJ! However, no matter how much they try to cover it up, they can't erase the fear that ordinary people have of these violent criminal organizations that kill whomever they want.
Only a few ruthless and courageous young people want to join CJNJ and become one of them, unlike those traditional Mexicans who have ruined Runren to the point that they can't even wash dishes.
After hanging up the phone, Márquez sighed, grabbed his baseball bag, rushed into his son's room, and gave him a loving lecture.
It's all because of this spendthrift son. He can afford to flaunt his wealth of hundreds of billions of dollars, but he doesn't even consider which country they live in. On this land, drug cartels think they are the boss because they have a strong army.
Their family was targeted by CJNJ, but fortunately, they had a clean record and were willing to spend money, which gave them the strength to fight back.
Even if a drug cartel has a lot of money, it can't hire a legitimate PMC company. At most, it can only have a few dozen mercenaries under its command, and even if they have better weapons and equipment, it's only relative to the Mexican military and police.
They were already at a loss when faced with a foreign power like Jihuo Defense, let alone the fact that they were still kept in the dark.
"Stop hitting me, Papá, stop hitting me."
Rudolf cowered and begged for mercy. Despite his online persona of luxury cars, beautiful women, and the Illuminati, he was nothing but a brat in front of his father.
“Get back to your hometown and cut ties with all your cronies once this is over. Sell all the cars in your garage.”
"Throw away the baseball bat," Márquez said, exasperated.
That's $500 million! That could buy so many Bugattis and Ferraris! They're squandering money faster than they're starting a business.
But who can blame him for only having this one large size? He should have had more children when he was younger.
Xia Yu, who had given birth to several more children, brought Xiao Youzi to the US-Mexico border to exchange more in-depth intelligence with DEA.
"The Gulf Cartel, once the largest drug cartel, had 130,000 members, but after Carles was captured, the large organization split into many smaller groups."
Deputy Director Eric introduced him to the situation.
"These small organizations may have tens of thousands of members, but their fighting strength and ruthlessness are obviously inferior to those of the smaller CJNJ, which is why Elmenjo was able to acquire such a large territory."
Other drug cartels might just be bluffing when they say they'll kill you, but CJNJ is a swear word; there's only one person on their list who's still alive.
It was the president who intervened to protect them at the time; the Ma family obviously didn't have that kind of influence, so they had to pay for people themselves.
"So his 5,000-strong armed force is scattered across 28 states."
Xia Yu confirmed with Eric.
The vast CJNJ has more than just these 5,000 people, but only these 5,000 are truly combat-ready.
They are too scattered; concentrated firepower defense can't be rolled out across the entire state of Mexico.
Not to mention the amount of work involved, the other party isn't stupid either; breaking it down into smaller parts makes it impossible to catch them.
"Of the 5,000 troops, 2,000 are in Jalisco state, where Guadalajara is located. Together with the troops in the surrounding states, we have a total of 3,500 troops that we can easily take down."
Eric pointed to the state of Jalisco on the map and said.
Actually, the "J" in CJNJ stands for Jalisco. They are a drug cartel that grew from a local area to expand nationwide, so naturally, they have the most people stationed in their hometown.
If the concentrated fire defense can eliminate the 3,500 people in Jalisco and the surrounding area in the first wave, the remaining 1,500 people will be unable to cause any trouble even if half of them escape.
After all, Moxi's influence extends beyond just CJNJ. Coupled with their aggressive and combative nature, they tend to kick someone when they're down, but rarely offer help when they're in trouble.
The drug cartel that used to frequently clash with CJNJ will help them take out the few hundred people who escaped. Now, the most important thing is to focus fire on the defense and take out the several thousand people in the first phase.
So many people could fill a prison, but the police and military could only catch a dozen or so of CJNJ's underlings. They were forced to flee Elmenjo because of DEA's intelligence.
Yes, not only did they fail to catch the other party, they also lost a helicopter. It was truly a disgrace.
“3,500 people in Afica or the Middle East is a small number, but it’s a lot in the Americas. Something happening on our doorstep would probably make the front page of your country’s news.”
Xia Yu said with some emotion.
Across the Atlantic, or even in Europe, news from these regions, aside from stories like those about Luwangda in the last century that involved millions of people, generally doesn't attract ordinary people with news about rising prices.
But for a place like this, so close to the US yet so far from paradise, news of a drug cartel of CJNJ's size being wiped out would definitely trend on social media.
"Isn't this a good thing for your company?"
Eric, agreeing with Xia Yu's speculation, smiled and asked in return.
"This is indeed a good thing. Our North American branch will see a new growth. It seems I need to recruit more people."
The fact that PMC can wipe out even a drug cartel is the best guarantee of its combat effectiveness.
The advertising value represented by these news stories is considerable. Given the same amount of money, or if money isn't an issue, why not hire a better security team?
However, the North American branch mainly employs local staff, and they do not have tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, or armed helicopters.
Johnny and his crew at most mounted sniper rifles on Black Hawk helicopters; their scale wasn't even as large as in Europe.
"The more employees you have, the more money you make. There are so many PMC companies in the US, but none of them can take on this job."
Many companies have personnel and equipment, but none of them have an An-124 fleet. At most, they can borrow a C-5 from the US military. But even if the personnel and equipment are transported, it is useless without the support of combat supplies.
War is all about logistics, whether it's between armies or between private military contractors and drug cartels.
The two were still in the conference room that evening, while Rudolf, with a bruised and swollen face, took the elevator down to the first floor.
Escorted by a group of Spanish security personnel, he got into a Mercedes-Benz armored vehicle. This scene was witnessed by an apprentice at a mobile taco stand not far away.
He was a new face who had only appeared this week. The boss claimed to be his nephew, but how many people have actually seen Glock pointing at his nephew behind his back?
That's right, this guy is actually a member of CJNJ. Besides this taco stall, there are several other people around him.
Upon seeing Rudolf appear, he immediately reported this information to his superiors.
In a direct firefight, his fully automatic Glock 17 would be no match for the defenses of these professional security guards, let alone if the other side got into an armored vehicle; even rockets couldn't break through that turtle shell.
"Buzz"
The roar of motorcycle engines filled the air as the riders waiting at Marquez's apartment caught up with the convoy, watching where they were headed and looking for an opportunity to strike.
Ducati was fast, but a few motorcycles alone couldn't stop the convoy. They quickly followed their target to the outskirts of Guadalajara—the Márquez family's estate.
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