St. Jose waited for the commander's arrival at the Aclara Hotel and spent a lot of money to buy a large box.
The decoration of the Aclara Hotel has not changed much. It has been more than half a year since the last banquet, and the employees here seem to have been replaced, which is somewhat strange.
Saint Jose sat in the box, waiting quietly for the commander to arrive. This time, he needed the commander's support to defeat this group of so-called "Byrd Brotherhood" people who dared to put their hands into the Saint Jose factory.
At eight o'clock, Colonel Tomps Jr., no, it should be said General Tomps Jr., yes General Tomps Jr., has been promoted to another level and will be transferred to the Ministry of National Defense in the near future. I guess this is also " One of the reasons why the "Bird Brotherhood" is becoming more and more arrogant is that when the power is transferred, they go crazy.
This is the news I got from my colleagues in the staff department. The new commander of the 8th Brigade is Colonel Martin. The original head of the National Defense Forces, the person who made St. Hesse a little uncomfortable, once co-chaired the event with Little Thomas. In the military exercise, they were defeated by Saint Jose. Of course, Saint Jose was already preparing to go to school. After solving this matter this time, he just left Cordoba to prevent being targeted.
It seems that the Ministry of National Defense still has a lot of backing to recruit the city guards. Unfortunately, President Bilong's efforts to withdraw the military power do not seem to be of much use. It seems that it was these military personnel who overthrew Bilong and made him step down. The enemy is within.
Little Thomas changed into casual clothes and looked much more friendly. He sat down and took his confidential secretary, Kane Truth, the butler with him.
"Commander, congratulations on your promotion." Saint Jose quickly poured a glass of wine for the Commander and Kane respectively, and then raised the glasses. Saint Jose was somewhat clumsy with these Western etiquettes.
"Jesus, how did you do in the University of Buenos Aires exam?" Tomps didn't pay much attention to these details. Instead, he asked about the entrance examination of St. Jose.
"Thank you, Commander, for your concern, I passed the exam." Saint Hesse also looked a little excited.
"Well, not bad, it's great. Do you have any ideas in the future, such as becoming a lawyer or something? I remember you went to law school." His eyes were filled with admiration. It was really good to be admitted to the University of Buenos Aires. He touched it. Beard, speaking seriously in a classroom lecture tone, made Saint Jose feel that the commander at this time was a rigid teacher.
"I will study hard in the future and try to join the army after graduation, or be admitted to the national civil service and serve the country. Being a lawyer is not what I want," Saint Jose considered for a moment and expressed his inner thoughts.
"Okay, yes...okay", little Thomas's expression did not change much, but his slightly upturned beard was obviously satisfied with Saint Jose's answer.
"If you have time in the near future, you can come to my house and talk to my son. I'm really worried about his homework. It's okay to be admitted to a university like Hong Kong University of Science and Technology. Then you can tell Kane about the time." Little Thomas said with a smile on his face. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Commander Tomps' son would be admitted to college."
"Okay, okay, I will find time." Saint Jose nodded seriously.
Then it’s chat time.
"Cheers to the great Argentine Republic..."
"Cheers to the great Argentine Republic..."
It can be seen that Little Tomps is indeed a great patriot, at least in the eyes of St. Jose.
"By the way, Commander, do you know that a large criminal group has appeared in the city?" Saint Jose
"Oh? I haven't heard much about this. Kane, do you know what's going on?" Little Thomas shook his head and turned to look at Kane.
"Commander, it seems that this is a gang in the city, and it has been doing a lot of things recently." Kane also knew about this.
"Is there anyone behind this?" Little Tomps keenly grasped the key point.
"Yes, it's the same one from Zhangpus, and Abraham Bill, the deputy director of the police department in Coca-Cola." Kane knew everything about it, which made Saint Jose somewhat envious. When did he have an intelligence agency of his own?
"Xiao Sai, what do you think, or in other words, what kind of help do you need?" Little Tomps lit a cigarette, Kane lit it, and started smoking. For a while, the room was filled with smoke.
"Hey, the commander still understands me." Saint Jose scratched his head and touched his nose.
"I want to uproot these criminal groups. These gangsters have seriously interfered with the normal lives of citizens. Moreover, this is also a provocation to you, the commander. The umbrella of protection for these corrupt elements must not be tolerated."
"Commander, I want to pull some Italian cannons. I think they must have weapons of mass destruction... They are very dangerous, huh" St. Jose suddenly said, but stopped before he finished speaking, as if he had made a mistake. Talked.
"Uh, are you kidding me?" Little Tompus was startled, and his voice suddenly rose. He was trying to deal with a small gangster.
Sending out cannons was not something a normal person would think of. I might have misjudged the wrong person.
"Yes,...Commander..., it's just a little joke, hehe." He just blurted it out. Damn his memory, I almost forgot that this is not New China at all, and the person sitting in front of me is not a shady netizen.
"Okay, just scare me. Just use ordinary conventional weapons. No heavy weapons. Don't make it too big. Then you can call Kane. I'm afraid you won't strike lightly or hard," Xiao Thompson was a little worried for a moment and put out his cigarette butt. He was afraid that this Saint Jose was young and energetic, so he had to be more cautious and sent the honest-looking Kane to keep an eye on him.
"Commander, don't worry, I am a civilized person, and the people on the staff are all civilized people," Saint Jose said emphatically, patting his chest and singing a promise.
"Haha, you little devil, go ahead and do it. How about I transfer the people from the original Ninth Battalion to you? By the way, it has been reorganized into the Ninth Battalion now. It should be enough." Although Little Tomps I don't think much of small gangsters. Seeing as Saint Jose is a novice, I think it's better to be cautious.
"Commander, it's definitely enough. Just allocate two teams to me this time. They will do a great job." St. Hesse wiped his palms excitedly. There were more than 500 people here. It was too many to cause trouble. , and it is not easy to command. Saint Jose's impression of the Argentine army is still that of later generations, and he does not dare to trust too much, even though Commander Tomps Jr. can be regarded as a relatively normal Argentine leader.
Two teams of more than a hundred people are more than enough to kill hundreds of gangsters.
Then he briefly communicated with Kane the specific process. This was a mobilization of the army, and procedural justice was still required. On the contrary, Kane's plan was more radical, which was outrageous. Little Thomas began to wonder if these people under his command were hiding too much. A little deeper, one by one.
Soon, a military operation codenamed "Thunder Project" was launched, which fully utilized the brains of the Saint Jose keyboard powerhouse, public security warfare, attacks in the east and west, targeted breakthroughs, and also incorporated some special operations ideas.
Little Tompus was finally satisfied after looking at the preliminary plan. This subordinate was indeed very talented in military affairs and would not be like what he just said. Little Tompus was almost persuaded to back down by Saint Jose's little joke about future generations. He thought it was It’s not that I saw the wrong person.
The deduction was quite good. Although it was obvious that he was still a little immature, he did not point out that the young eagle needs experience to master the sky. Soldiers who have not been baptized by actual combat will not grow.
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At the same time, in the city, the Rangers Bar owned by the "Bird Brotherhood" is an important stronghold.
St. Jose's old enemy, John Champs, was groping a woman, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. His wife went to the capital for business, so she could do something small. Opposite him sat the famous "Mad Dog Rooney", and next to him was Deputy Director of the Police Department, Abraham Beale, is a tall, thin man with a gloomy face.
"Mad Dog Rooney" is said to be of Italian descent. He is about thirty years old. He is wearing a white vest, a gold chain around his neck, and a centipede-shaped scar on his face. He is tall and has a cruel look in his eyes. He is in the orphanage. When I was older, I dropped out of school and joined the Boy Scouts.
Now the person in charge of the "Bird Brotherhood" in Kecheng has become the leader. He is the underground figure who is frightened by the news and the uncrowned king. After all, there are only a few local gangsters in Kecheng, like the old man who met Mr. Chen in the St. Jose vegetable market. Gangster.
The "Bird Brotherhood" is considered a large gang. It has its own division of labor and cooperation, and has even started to become a fan. It is notorious and very harmful. The city is also very afraid of this gang, but there is nothing they can do. Even the police department protects them.
Abraham Beale was of Jewish descent, backed by a Jewish consortium, and was an informant of the predecessor of Mossad. This was something Saint Hesse learned about later.
Since the establishment of Israel, Jewish power has expanded greatly in the United States, controlling most of the propaganda newspapers in the United States. Argentina is also one of the important development targets of the Israelis, and they are a truly vampire-like nation.
As for Zhang Pus, he is an old enemy of Saint Jose, although he has not caused much trouble.
"Rooney, you need to pay more attention to that Prali factory,"
"I've already asked my people to take care of it. It's not a big problem. It's just a small factory."
"We don't have to worry about how our brotherhood handles things. It's absolutely reliable. Those people have been threatened. Security personnel have entered the hospital and some have entered the bureau."
"That's good, let's see how that kid fights with me." Zhang Pus's mustache jumped up and down, his face full of pride. Someone saved Saint Jose last time, but this time he was going to pull the plug.
"By the way, someone went to bail today. After all, he didn't really break the law," Abraham said, hugging the girl next to him and raising and lowering his hands.
"It's okay, it's just a few people. I'll ask my men to bring more people and chop them down." Mad Dog Rooney didn't care much and took a sip of tequila.
"Boss, it's been taken care of." While everyone was talking, the second-in-command of the Bird Brotherhood pushed the door in and said to Mad Dog Rooney's ear.
"It's all gone. Those people have already fed the pigs without anyone noticing."
"Well, you let the brothers go to the "dance hall" to have fun, and express my condolences on my behalf.
"Okay, boss".
"Mad Dog Rooney" also had a crazy smile on his face, looked at the person opposite, and took a sip of Bloody Mary, which is his favorite drink.
Now the "Bird Brotherhood" in Kecheng has grown to more than 200 thugs, and has also been involved in other industries. It is very prosperous. As for those who resist, they are really being fed to pigs.
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The next morning, St. Jose cooked eggs, cut bacon, spread salad dressing on toast, ate breakfast and read the newspaper.
"Admissions to Buenos Aires University have officially come to an end"
"Three states in southern Brazil attempted an independence referendum but were suppressed by the Brazilian military authorities." These three states have a population of more than 10 million, close to the entire Argentina, and a total area of 570,000 square kilometers.
"The 17th Horse Racing Festival is over."
"The Byrd Brotherhood was organized, and many local people called the police." It's a joke, because the police station is in the background.
Youya finished your breakfast.
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St. Jose got the approval procedures from the commander and came to the 8th Brigade military camp. The military camp had changed a lot.
Saint Jose almost didn't recognize it.
"Boss, are you coming to see me?" Aragorn's voice said.
"Yes, I came here specially to take a look."
"Beep beep beep, emergency gathering", the people of the Ninth Brigade seemed to have received the order.
The Ninth Brigade has been organized into the Ninth Battalion of the Eighth Brigade, and they are still the same brothers who trained together before.
"Hello everyone, our Ninth Battalion is having a secret military operation tonight."
"The total number of the Ninth Battalion is 507, and the actual number is 507. The report is completed." The commander of the Ninth Battalion saluted with a military salute.
Although Saint Jose was not the battalion commander, he must cooperate with the commander's personal orders.
San Jose made emergency arrangements and was equipped.
He also went to the warehouse to pick up a batch of guns to prevent the "Bird Brotherhood" from having guns and ammunition and causing unnecessary losses.
Looking at the energetic Ninth Battalion, Aragorn was somewhat stronger and able to stand alone.
Tonight is a military operation to encircle and suppress the "Bird Brotherhood" black criminal organization.
Anticipating that they would not have many guns, St. Jose made a double insurance.
This time, in order to deal with these illegal elements at once, Aragorn made great progress and kept revising and correcting the plan.
Everyone is gearing up to wipe out criminal gangs. I am familiar with this.
The people in the other battalions looked at him with envy. It was very difficult to get some military glory in peacetime.
To kill a chicken is to kill a cow with a knife.
The people of the Byrd Brotherhood were still having fun, unaware that a life-and-death crisis was approaching them.
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