Chapter 433 Killing Velupillai Prabhakaran!

Chapter 433 Kill Velupillai Prabhakaran!

Sri Lanka. Jaffna Peninsula. Inuvir Village!

Maybe very unknown.

But in the history of world counter-terrorism, this place is quite famous.

Velupillai Prabhakaran, the leader of the LTTE, was born here.

After he became famous, in order to give back to his hometown, the entire village was filled with small western-style buildings, and in the middle there was a sculpture of him, with his hands on his hips and his eyes leering at Colombo.

But now...

This village is extremely quiet, no, there are still some short sobs.

Hundreds of villagers squatted in the open space in the center of the village, looking at the soldiers around them in horror. They wore hoods and held M4 carbines used by the US military.

An old man with gray hair was hung on the ground, with a dagger stuck in his mouth. He raised his head and stared with a look of despair in his eyes.

Blood dripped from the body, tick tick tick... hitting the ground, and also hitting the hearts of the villagers.

Such a crude technique...

Without even looking, you can tell that these guys are from the Mexican 4th Battalion.

There are not many people, about 60 or so, and they are forward commandos.

After the 4th Battalion landed in Colombo, Erich Manstein led his men to kill Jaffna. The Sri Lankan navy, army and air force surrounded the island with nearly 60,000 people, and Velupillai Prabhakar must be killed. Lan this cancer.

Very confident.

The deputy battalion commander Gerd von Rundstedt thought of a "dirty" method and organized people to infiltrate the village of Inuvel and kidnap his family, relatives, and friends. As long as the other party dared to show his face, the army would besiege him. he.

Even if he doesn't come, he can still shake the military morale of the LTTE. After all, there are many people in Inuvir Village who follow him in the uprising.

"Still no one told me where Velupile is hiding? Is there any family member of his in the village? Very good, I appreciate your backbone."

Deputy Battalion Commander Gerd von Rundstedt's expression dimmed, "But I don't like it."

As he spoke, he grabbed a woman by her hair and pulled her out of the crowd.

"No! Don't!!" The other party looked young, struggling and crying hard. Seeing her being taken out, the men around her were obviously in great mood swings, and many of them stood up immediately.

Click!

Chug tug tug tug! ! !

The soldier carrying the squad machine gun swept over without blinking an eye. His arm was very steady, and the recoil in his hand seemed to be non-existent. The seven or eight strong men who stood up were directly beaten to death.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Never talk nonsense to you.

A warning is a sign of respect for the offender, not a necessity.

Seeing them firing so decisively, the crowd panicked. Many people were frightened and cried. They covered their mouths and their shoulders were shaking.

Gerd von Rundstedt grabbed the woman's hair, approached her, and twitched her nose, "Givenchy's Amarige, a style just released this year, is not something that everyone can buy, and... you Don’t tell me you picked up this Frank Muller watch.”

Dog nose!

These eyes are really sharp.

The woman was stared at by him, with some panic in her eyes.

"Let me guess, maybe you are Velupillai Prabhakaran's sister!"

It has long been known how many direct relatives Velupilla has.

He hid with his wife and two sons, but his compatriot sister and brother have been active in Inuwel Village, mainly working for the LTTE, and few photos have been circulated.

Rundstedt was actually trying to bluff, but the panic in the other person's eyes convinced him, and he grinned, "It's a big fish."

"Is there anyone else who can come forward and confess? The number of places is limited. If you cooperate, I swear that I will never harm your lives and ensure the safety of your property!"

He turned his head and looked at the villagers below.

Everyone lowered their heads, and a few acquaintances looked at each other, hesitant.

"Okay! I like hard bones. Don't cry if they are broken."

"Sir...Sir, don't shoot. I surrender. I can be a witness. I surrender." At this moment, a lame middle-aged man raised his hands and shouted.

"Charles! What are you going to do? If you dare to betray Velupillai, your whole family will die!" Seeing him standing up, a tough guy at the front yelled.

When a soldier goes up, he just uses the butt of his rifle and shoots him in the head.

Bang.

He fell to the ground twitching.

The middle-aged man named Charles trembled and his eyes were very frightened.

"Don't worry, we are government troops, here to protect the people. As long as you find the people inside, you will become a citizen."

Gerd von Rundstedt loosened his grip, walked up to him, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "We will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Charles bent over, smiled flatteringly, and pointed at the crying woman on the ground, "She is Velupillai's sister, that one is her son and husband, and that one is Velupillai's mistress..."

He turned around and pointed at the people in the crowd.

Following his words, soldiers came over and pulled out the people inside.

In total, more than 20 people were arrested.

"Is there more?" the deputy battalion commander asked with a smile.

Charles stood on tiptoe and took a hard look, then shook his head, "It's all...here."

"Yes, yes, you are a common man."

Rundstedt's expression dropped and he glanced at his subordinates, "Kill the rest."

"Ah? General, general..."

Charles panicked, "No, no." He waved his hands, "You can't kill them."

But no one listened to him. The soldiers who received the order pulled the bolt and shot at the people on the ground, killing them all.

Terrorist organizations, everyone can kill them!

The Tigers in Velupillai are also engaged in other criminal projects, such as smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, etc. Otherwise, where would the funds come from?

"Ah! Ah!"

The traitor Charles knelt on the ground, pulling his hair and screaming in pain, shaking all over. He grabbed Rundstedt's feet and asked loudly, "Why, why do you want to kill them, why."

"Your position is a bit wavering. Are you an ordinary citizen or a terrorist organization now?" The deputy battalion commander narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

The other party is still afraid...

He would not betray Velupillai even if he was not afraid of death.

He fell to the ground in despair, and his spirit was gone.

Gerd von Rundstedt glanced at him with disdain in his heart. You have betrayed, and you are still pretending to be your mother?

After killing everyone, he led Velupillai Prabhakaran's relatives to retreat, and Charles hurried to follow.

But when they drove to the grove two kilometers away, he suddenly ordered the troops to rest and everyone to hide and not make any noise.

No one knew why, but the military order was as strong as a mountain, so they just obeyed it.

After about 2 hours, the sky began to dawn.

"Get up quickly and fight back to Inuvil Village."

Gerd von Rundstedt led 60 soldiers to come back. There were more people in the village at this time, and they were moving the bodies. When the Mexican army came back, the latter had no idea.

"Enemy attack!!"

The two sides began to exchange fire. The enemy had a large number of people, about 200 people, and the firepower was strong. The tactics were also good. It seemed that they had fought many battles.

But they were facing the most elite military direct independent 4th Battalion in Mexico...

60 people with 20 individual rocket launchers bombed the village.

Just raze it.

Gerd von Rundstedt leaned against the wall, his eyes casually swept around, and suddenly he found a face in the house opposite.

Short and fat, like a water tank!

That big round face is so distinctive.

"Velupillai Prabhakaran!!!" He shouted excitedly, and the voice was so loud that many people heard it on the battlefield.

The short and fat man also heard it, and turned his head suddenly, and saw a man not far away looking at him with red eyes, and his heart trembled a little.

An ominous premonition began to shroud his heart.

…

Victor has been a little obsessed with fishing recently.

I always feel that I can calm down.

I sit by the river for hours.

Casare scratched his head and moved the rope from time to time. He didn't seem to have much patience. After Victor caught a fish, he helped to fish the net.

"Boss, it's another big fish." He grabbed the gills and raised it as if asking for credit.

"You, you need to calm down when fishing, but you just make a fuss. How will you do things in the future? Are you so reckless?" Victor pointed at him.

If others heard this from their leader, they would definitely feel stressed, but who is Casare?

He is famous for his first-class EQ and IQ. He smiled very honestly, "Don't you have the boss as the leader? You are responsible for giving orders, and I am responsible for charging. You control the direction of our ship, and I am responsible for accelerating the horsepower."

This is the bottom line.

Victor wanted to be angry but couldn't, just smiled and pointed at him.

"General."

Jeff Bennett, director of the Counterintelligence Agency, trotted over with excitement in his eyes, "We found a big fish. The head of Mossad in Mexico is in Sonora State and is being watched by our people."

Victor took back the hook, grabbed a handful of bait, and threw it into the river, and you could see a lot of fish jumping out.

"The fish are scrambling for the first one, and the fishermen are watching quietly. The first one to jump out may not be the biggest one."

As he finished speaking, he saw the small fish that were fighting for the bait fled in panic as if they had encountered something terrible.

A Pacific sturgeon rushed out in a flash, and the small fish that couldn't dodge in time were eaten directly.

Jeff Bennett lowered his voice, "Do you think we can catch big fish later?"

"Wait a minute, anyway, the fish is in the lake, and they can't escape anyway."

"I understand, I understand."

When you become an official, you speak so mysteriously.

Victor threw the hook back into the river and sat on the chair. Just as he was about to calm down, he heard a rumbling sound coming from the bridge not far away.

Casare and others turned their heads and saw more than a dozen modified motorcycles that were very loud and galloping, which made people very upset.

He was startled and glanced at the boss, who was already frowning slightly.

"Damn, what's going on? There are still people racing here? Call the police!" Casare said hurriedly.

This place is actually very remote...

We are out of Mexico City, and there are mountains outside. These racing gangs are obviously mountain lovers, but they can't imagine that the leader can be here?

The National Palace is magnificent, but this place is elusive.

But isn't this the magic of the old fisherman?

He caught a body, but he was able to calmly finish fishing and then call the police...

"It's time to put away the fishing rod. This sound is not pleasant to hear. Let's go." Victor shook his head and said to Joseph Joffre behind him.

The bodyguards of the Secret Service hurried up to collect the things.

The others escorted him to the car. Casare deliberately walked behind and said to his secretary in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "Let Carlos send someone to see. There are still drag racing in Mexico City, a good place. How can people do their work normally?"

"I'll call now." The secretary said hurriedly.

As soon as Victor got into the car, Chief Secretary Traud Jung held out the phone, "General, the military called."

He raised his eyebrows, "Hello, it's me."

"General, Velupillai Prabhakaran of the Tigers was killed by the Fourth Battalion three hours ago, along with his eldest son and his younger brother. His sister, brother-in-law and other relatives, a total of 21 people, were captured."

The Chief of the Army Erich Ludendorff opposite was very excited.

Victor felt better when he heard this. The 4th Battalion had been in Sri Lanka for less than two weeks, about 8 days, and they had done such a great job. It was a real shame!

"Ship the body of Velupillai Prabhakaran and other prisoners to Mexico City. I will open a special news media and execute them in public. I will send a telegram to Manstein and say that I am very satisfied with their performance."

"But the LTTE must be killed, defeated, and completely destroyed to relieve the hatred. Blow up the graves of Velupillai Prabhakaran's father and his elders, dig out the bones and grind them into powder with armored vehicles. Also, find someone to write a personal biography for him, write down everything he did, and let him be infamous forever."

Erich Ludendorff's hands were shaking as he held the phone.

This is too cruel. Not only is killing him not enough, they also want to dig up his grave and bones. Tsk, tsk, tsk…

Subconsciously, he stood up straight, "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Ludendorff looked at the adjutant next to him, hesitated and asked, "Please help me think about whether I have offended the general."

Adjutant: "???"

Victor was still a little bit unbelievable sitting in the car. This was too smooth, right?

But then he laughed at himself.

Isn't it good if it's smooth?

Do we still have to stalemate?

The LTTE doesn't have many people. It's just bad luck to hit them head-on.

"Drive back to the National Palace."

On the other side, Sri Lanka.

When the deputy battalion commander Gerd von Rundstedt reported the results of the battle to Manstein, the latter also looked unconvinced and repeatedly asked him to confirm.

Until the other party swore a poisonous oath, the battalion commander believed it.

The body was pulled to Jaffna.

The people who came after hearing the news filled up both sides of the road.

The body was pulled by a flatbed truck. Velupillai Prabhakaran was pale, fat, and had his eyes open! (He really had his eyes open when he died).

There was an obvious muzzle on his forehead, which was the fatal wound.

Seeing more and more people, Gerd von Rundstedt was very nervous and loaded his gun.

There were many Tamils ​​in this area. If a conflict really happened, it would be very uncomfortable.

As the atmosphere became more and more tense...

Manstein led the remaining 700 people to rush forward, honking the horn directly, and not letting up the accelerator, just to see who dared to stop them! !

But in the distance...

A Tamil in a police uniform looked at him with a bad look, holding his clothes tightly, but the clothes were a bit bloated.

It seemed like something was filled in!

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