Chapter 23: Concealing the Truth

At the military airport outside Mexico City, C-17 large transport aircraft are constantly landing under the guidance of the tower. The behemoth, weighing more than seventy tons, was launched from the cabin amidst the roar of the gas turbine and assembled outside the airport.

The First Red Division is the ace unit of the U.S. Army. The first improved series of M1A2 tanks, the M1A2SEPV3, is equipped with new ammunition produced by Stark Industries (M829A4 and programmable air burst bombs), a matching ammunition data link, and a new thermal imager. and a new remote-controlled weapons station, quoted at $20 million. An M2A3 infantry fighting vehicle with pieces of reactive armor hanging on it. Well-trained and heavily armed elite infantry.

The armed forces assembled at the airport alone were enough to sweep across the entire Mexico. If it weren't for the monster in Mexico City that seriously threatened the personal safety of the Mexican leader, they would never ask for help from their northern neighbors.

After repairing for a while, the vanguard set off in the direction of Mexico City.

During the flight, all the soldiers already knew what kind of enemy they would face after entering Mexico City.

Brad Kolbe, squad leader of 1st Platoon, 2nd Platoon, Company B, Reconnaissance Battalion, sat in the passenger seat of a military Humvee. Holding an M4A1 rifle in his arms. He is an experienced, accurate and taciturn junior officer.

"According to me, the battalion commander not only has throat cancer, but his brain has also been taken over by cancer cells." Sitting in the driver's seat was Corporal Josh Persson, a chatterbox: "He wants us to drive these The Green Goblin can smash a Hummer into the city just by destroying the beam. Is it because the pension from the Ministry of Defense is too much? "

"Our weapons can't even penetrate his skin!"

They had seen videos of Broly fighting the Mexican Army and gave him the nickname Green Goblin based on his green chi, which quickly spread throughout the division.

Private First Class Harold James in the back seat suddenly said in a somewhat mysterious tone.

"You know, I heard from Geer of Company A that the Green Goblin is actually the product of a secret military laboratory in Mexico City. He has a cousin who works in the military laboratory. Legend has it that the military captured There are few mutants who want to develop the ultimate weapon for mutants!”

Brad, who has never participated in his subordinates' nonsense, also became interested in this topic.

"If the Green Goblin is their product, then this experimental project is obviously successful. If the Green Goblin is produced, we will be retired soon."

Josh looked at the monitor with disdain.

"Impossible, Stark Industries, the Pentagon and our thirty-nine generals will not let this happen. If fifty Green Goblins serve to maintain the security of the United States, then they bureaucrats They will all retire, and Stark Industries, which produces our weapons, will also go bankrupt. They won't let this happen. Why don't we just come and destroy the Green Goblin?"

Josh Persson's nonsense made all the comrades in the car stunned.

Soon the reconnaissance battalion reached the blockade set up by the Mexican Army. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. The Mexican soldiers had been frightened by the Green Goblin. They hid behind the bunker and did not dare to show their heads. They looked at them as if they were looking at dead people.

"These Mexicans have no morale at all."

Brad commented on his peers.

"If I had to drive one of those vintage post-World War II cars to face the Green Goblin, I would look like that."

Josh said.

Soon, Company B entered the area where the fighting took place. After a long time, the flames were still smoldering, and the air was filled with a choking smell of tar. The atmosphere inside the Hummer suddenly became solemn. Although the AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle is very old, it weighs more than ten tons, and its defensive capabilities are not comparable to that of the lightweight military Humvee.

"Company A and Company C will organize defenses on the spot. Company B will search westward and report immediately after discovering the Green Goblin. The brothers from the Attack Helicopter Battalion will immediately come to support."

Battalion Commander Ferrando's somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the communication system. Because he had throat cancer, his voice was very strange, like a lizard suddenly learning to speak English.

"Fuck Fuck!"

There was a burst of swearing in Company B, because the company commanders of Company A and Company C were well connected at the top, so the dirty work was always assigned to Company B.

Military Humvees were driving through the streets. Some of the large craters created by the bombardment were nearly two meters deep, destroying the entire road surface and forcing them to take a detour.

Just as they were searching carefully, a Hummer drove over from the opposite side, which was very strange in today's Mexico City.

Brad, who was squinting to observe his surroundings, immediately opened his eyes vigilantly. The driver Josh immediately stopped the car in a tacit understanding, and the car body tilted slightly, blocking the path of the oncoming vehicle. After the front vehicle stopped, the entire B Company slowly stopped.

"Which company are you from?"

Brad asked, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Although the license plate and model of this car were all very normal, he still felt that he should cross-examine it.

"TACP, the transport plane we took had some problems when it landed, so we just arrived now."

Matt said very casually, took out a common access card (CAC card) from his wallet and handed it to Brad.

Brad took the access card and checked the photo on it. The access card is equivalent to the ID card of American soldiers. It has a built-in chip that can only be read by a special card reader. It also prints the cardholder's headshot, organization, birthday, blood type, and Department of Defense welfare number and identification number, which is very difficult to forge.

TACP is the code name of the Air Force guide, who calls air support for the grassroots company in battle. In order to ensure the unity of the command chain, it is usually managed in a unified manner. During the operation, it is issued to the battalion and then distributed to each company. The members of the company are not familiar with each other.

Because the Air Force guide belongs to the Air Force, but is incorporated into the grassroots company during the battle, it is one of the easiest positions to tamper with.

Brad glanced at the occupants in the Hummer, returned the universal access card to Matt, and then hooked his finger to signal Josh to get out of the way.

"Thank you for coming. Without air support, we dare not fight the Green Goblin."

Broly heard the conversation between the two and guessed that the so-called Green Goblin should refer to himself. He didn't expect that he had inexplicably taken Norman Osborn's nickname.

Matt started the car and drove against the convoy. Seeing that Brad chose to let it go, the other members of Company B did not bother the car anymore.

The figure of the car soon disappeared in the rearview mirror.

The voice of the company commander Nate sounded from the intercom.

"Brad, what's the matter with that car."

Brad picked up the intercom and replied:

"TACP, their plane had a problem when landing, Over."

Josh started the car.

"Squad leader, do you think their identity is really TACP? Why are they ahead of us?"

Brad shook his head.

"Mexico City is so big, it's normal to choose a different route and go ahead of us."

He suddenly had a hunch that this operation might be fruitless.