When Jonathan led the SEALs to the vicinity of Embassy Street, all that was left for them was a messy battlefield.
The wounded soldiers supported each other with their rifles as they walked to the side of the road. The wounded, covered in blood, lay on stretchers, were carried into ambulances by medics, and were taken to the hospital for treatment. A scrapped armored vehicle was parked in the middle of the road, and the bullet holes on the surface of the armor told the tragic situation at the time.
Jonathan's eyebrows twitched a few times as he looked at the armored vehicle riddled with holes.
The sniper standing next to him stepped forward, reached out, and touched the inverted steel plate. He was usually talkative, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word. The rest of the SEALs were also quite depressed, and no one knew what they were thinking.
His fists clenched and released.
For some reason, Jonathan suddenly felt a little glad that he was a step too late.
They obviously underestimated the strength of Ghost Agents.
In less than five minutes, a reinforced company's elites were beaten to this state. Jonathan asked himself if even the legendary SEAL Team 6 could be strong to this extent.
…
"The delegation has successfully boarded the plane and is now heading towards the Ecuadorian border." After hanging up the phone, Ayesha looked at Jiang Chen. "According to your request, we left clues pointing to FARC at the scene."
"Very good," Jiang Chen nodded with a smile. "Prepare 5,000 rifles and 200 boxes of ammunition to be sent to the space elevator. In a while, I will arrange for two Stingray C-1s to pass over South America and drop these arms from the geosynchronous orbit to the FARC-occupied area."
"Why use Stingrays? If it's just light weapons, we can transport them from the border, "Ayesha wondered.
"Because I want the UA and Colombians to see it." Jiang Chen gently tapped his index finger on the armrest of the sofa and smiled.
On the one hand, it was to make the entire "rescue operation" look like the work of FARC, and Xin was only the employer. On the other hand, it was also a warning to the UA. If the situation in Colombia continued to escalate, Celestial Trade would retain the option of using space weapons to "resolve disputes".
While the two of them were talking, another piece of good news came from Colombia.
Timochenko personally supervised the battle and commanded the Sixth Mountain Brigade to capture the city of Cucuta, located on the border between Colombia and Venezuela. They completely occupied the city built on the border and controlled the road leading to the Venezuelan border.
After learning the good news, Jiang Chen immediately called Ivan and asked him to prepare the "shipment" at Celestial Trade's office in Venezuela.
The next day, forty SAM-3 anti-aircraft missiles and missile launchers set off from the Venezuelan warehouse and were quickly delivered to Timochenko across the border. Overjoyed, the dictator even made a special call to express his gratitude for Jiang Chen's generous assistance.
One family was happy while the other was sad.
In contrast to Jiang Chen, the UA was not in a good mood.
The Xin delegation slipped away under their noses, and the guards of the Colombian Presidential Palace responsible for "maintaining order" outside the embassy were half-crippled. If it weren't for the fact that there were no casualties among the SEALs, this operation would have been a fiasco.
It was a disgrace!
He originally planned to blame the death of the Colombian President on the Ghost Agents and the Xin delegation that "fled", and then get two "invisibility cloaks" for the Advanced Project Agency to study. After learning the news of the failure of the operation, Mr. Henry, the director of the CIB, almost suffered internal injuries from anger.
With the door of the office closed, he scolded the people responsible, which finally calmed the anger in his chest.
However, his anger, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, was ignited again after a short while because of a piece of information from the frontlines.
Just an hour ago, two F35s took off from the Ford-class aircraft carrier. The original plan was to launch an air strike on the Pamplona area, but when they flew into the target airspace, the air strike plan had to be temporarily canceled.
FARC was actually equipped with anti-aircraft missiles!
Although SAM was not enough to threaten the fifth-generation fighter, when it was locked on by the radar, there was no way to carry out an air strike.
After the F35s returned, Hogg, the commander of the Ford aircraft carrier battle group, immediately called the relevant person in charge of the CIB and asked why there was no news at all.
"Investigate! Find out for me! Where did these missiles come from, and how did they get into the hands of those rebels! "Henry slammed his fist on the table and roared at his subordinates.
The group of people were silent and looked at each other.
In their images, the boss never seemed to lose his temper. He was always a polite gentleman. But now, how could he still be called a gentleman? He was simply an enraged lion.
It was obvious that the consecutive defeats in the same place had caused him to lose his rationality due to the rage in his heart.
"There's no need to investigate. The missile is SAM-3. It entered Colombia through the Venezuelan border, which is the city of Cucuta now controlled by FARC. As for who sold it to them … who else could it be? "Baird looked at his colleagues who were too afraid to speak, then he bit the bullet and said.
Other than Celestial Trade, who else dared to take the risk of angering the UA and sell missiles to FARC? Who else had the motivation to support FARC's revolution?
However, even if Henry knew this, he could do nothing.
In addition to war, the most effective stick for the UA was economic sanctions. However, Celestial Trade's only source of profit seemed to be the space elevator and the Global Grid. The former sanctions seemed to be more damaging to UA companies, and the latter's Global Grid didn't even extend to North America.
Sanctions against Future Group?
The Ministry of Commerce did it before, but what was the result? The bureaucrats in the Capital were almost unable to go to work because of the protests.
It would be more difficult for the UA to quit Future Technology's high-tech products than it was for them to quit marijuana and alcohol.
He hated them but couldn't do anything about them. Henry's current mood was almost the same as the thoughts of all the White House bureaucrats at this moment.
Hill looked at the report written by Hogg in her hand. She had a headache, and two more wrinkles appeared at the corner of her eyes.
"Celestial Trade is plotting against South America." Standing in front of the president's desk, Kerry asserted in an affirmative tone, "We can't lose Colombia, otherwise no one can stop their tentacles from extending into our backyard!"
American politics was a strange place. Political enemies who were still attacking each other in the media one second might appear in the same trench the next second. For example, now, Kerry, who had just lost the primaries, was advising Hill on the South American issue. There was a realistic factor of the lack of people in the President's cabinet, but there was also a sense of mutual compromise.
"Anyone can see their intentions, but the question is what should we do?" Hill said with a headache.
"The key to the problem is the outcome of this war," Kerry said in a deep voice. "As long as the Colombian government forces defeat the FARC rebels militarily, everything will be fine."
"You mean …" Hill frowned.
"We have to help our little friend," Kerry said.
"We have sent an aircraft carrier battle group and a brigade of ground troops. This is the limit that Congress can bear, and it is the limit that our budget can bear," Hill shook her head. "We can't send more ground troops to participate in this war that doesn't belong to us."
"Did I say we have to send more troops?" Kerry's lips curled into a smile. "What I mean is, we can mobilize our allies …"
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