The announcement of production cuts at the OPEC meeting sent international crude oil prices skyrocketing.
Oil-producing countries were in a festive mood. How can we not be happy that the price of crude oil, which has hit bottom for years, has finally rebounded?
However, the atmosphere in the Venezuelan government was as subdued as a mourning house.
A video of the maduro government’s massive slush fund crisis and the resignation of the president posted on social media.
It was a shocking situation so far, but it wasn’t the end of it.
A day after the resignation video was released, Maduro was found dead with a pistol in his villa in Ibiza.
“Nonsense. This… … This must be someone’s ruse!”
The person most troubled by the crisis was Prime Minister Carlos, Maduro’s right-hand man.
He was convinced that the incident had been thoroughly manipulated ever since the video of Maduro’s resignation was released.
“With OPEC’s announcement of production cuts, only money remains to come in, but you commit suicide over slush funds? It’s bullsh*t that you can’t even use as a joke.”
The Maduro he knew was never someone who would apologize for his wrongdoing or commit suicide.
‘Maduro’s suicide is most likely a fake suicide.’
If they were the ones who eliminated Maduro, Carlos, a close aide, wouldn’t let them go either.
Carlos, who was terrified by himself, secretly visits General Santos, who is called the military powerhouse, that night.
“General Santos, this is Carlos. Please give me a moment.”
It was quiet inside the office. Just as I was about to take out my cell phone to see if he was absent, the door quietly opened.
“What is the Prime Minister doing?”
“I came because I have something to tell you.”
Santos lets him in only after checking who is around. And as soon as he closed the door and locked it, he pushed Carlos.
“Tell me what happened. Really that video… … Are you sure President Maduro is dead?”
“It is true that he is dead, but the video is most likely fabricated.”
“That means we’re not sure yet.”
“I am sure. Almost 90%… … No, I think 99% of it is.”
Santos shakes his head after hearing the answer. This meant that no evidence of fabrication was found.
“We have commissioned a professional group, so evidence of fabrication will come out soon.”
“What difference does it make when the evidence comes later? Maduro is already dead!”
In Venezuela, when the president dies, the prime minister takes over as president and governs the country.
However, acting president is just acting.
“I will ask for a presidential election with the suspension of the acting authority in the National Assembly. As public opinion has gone that way due to this corruption scandal, there is no way to use our hands.”
“So I’m not looking for General Santos.”
Santos immediately understands the meaning of these words and shakes his head.
“There is no justification, let alone public opinion, to move the military.”
“If you make a cause, it is enough. For example, how about saying that this situation is a fabrication by a subversive force?”
“There is no proof! Proof!”
Carlos was heartbroken. If the regime changes as it is, the corruption committed by Maduro will be exposed to the world.
Carlos was deeply involved in it, to say the least.
By that time, Carlos would rot in prison for the rest of his life, and in the worst case, he could have been hanged.
“General, the cause is not important. If we take control of the National Assembly, what can the opposition do?”
“Are you asking me to stage a coup?”
“It is not a coup, it is normalization of the National Assembly.”
“I cannot act contrary to public opinion.”
Santos bounces back, but Carlos approaches him like a snake and scatters words of seduction.
“General Santos has also served the country for over 20 years, so you should try being president at this point.”
“Am I the president? That is nonsense.”
“What can’t you do? The roots of Maduro’s regime were created by the military. So General Santos is just taking over.”
Santos is a person who has vividly witnessed Maduro’s trembling after taking over the presidency. However, the fact that he can go up to that position is bound to appeal to his ears.
“I… … How can I do it?”
“All you have to do is take the army and take control of the National Assembly.”
“What next?”
“That’s it. If I can paralyze the National Assembly, I can appoint an interim president for the remaining term as acting president.”
Maduro had already amended Venezuela’s laws several times in favor of a dictatorship.
So, even if he was an interim president, once he became president, it was practically the same as becoming president for life.
“How are you, General?”
“Kuhm… … ”
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Santos did not answer. However, looking at his eyes that shook with desire, the answer seemed to have already come out.
* * *
A late night where even the moonlight hides.
At Central Command in Venezuela, about 40 trucks and 12 tanks carrying infantry fled the unit.
-You have left the area of operation. Please return to the unit as soon as possible. inform once again You have left the area of operation. Return to the unit as soon as possible… … .
Belatedly, the headquarters sensed their departure and sent a radio, but the military forces had already entered the capital, Caracas.
clap.
The commander of the unit, Santos, picked up the radio himself.
“I am Juan Santos, Commander of Capital Security. The breakaway troops are being committed to the defense of Caracas under my orders.”
-defense… … Are you really defensive?
“Yes. So, the return to the unit will be after all the incidents are over.”
-All right.
The communication officer seemed to have noticed the situation, but quickly agreed and finished the communication.
Santos said after radioing the internal line.
“What is the distance to the target point?”
– Chijik. about 12 km. We have approximately 10 minutes left until our estimated arrival time.
“More speed! Before the insurgents find out, we must get to the Capitol first!”
-All right.
As the tank in the front row speeds up, the truck with Santos also speeds up.
Santos unknowingly put a fishy smile on his lips.
‘After tonight, I will become the president of Venezuela.’
Before I knew it, I could see the brightly lit National Assembly building in the center of the city.
By now, the National Assembly would have been informed of the movement of military units, but there was no way to resist against battalion-level armored units.
-scram! scram!
Awesome profit… … .
Tanks running ahead stopped, so trucks hit the brakes one after another.
“What is it, emergency stop?”
– There is an obstacle ahead preventing tank entry.
Santos looks ahead with his binoculars. The identity of the obstacle was a barricade clumsily piled up with waste.
It seemed that the National Assembly was stacking up to pass the time.
“There is no time to procrastinate. Find a detour to the side where there are no barricades.”
-The other side of the road is also barricaded.
“Then send in the infantry and tell them to clean it up.”
-All right.
Soldiers from trucks cling to barricades.
The barricade was the remains of an abandoned building made by knocking down a nearby building, so it was not easy to remove it with manpower alone.
‘If this level of barricades were prepared in advance, it means that they expected us to come.’
Still, Santos wasn’t too worried. It was safe to say that there was virtually no force in Venezuela right now to stop 12 tanks and 800 infantrymen.
About 10 minutes passed like that, and I heard a ‘weiyiing-‘ noise from the bee in my ears.
“What are you talking about?”
Not only Santos, but the entire unit looked up in the direction from which the sound was heard.
Something black that filled the night sky.
“De, it’s a drone! The drones are coming this way.”
Dozens of drones fly in and drop cans.
hee hee hee… … .
Pure white smoke leaked out of the can.
“Coke! Coke! Coke! Ugh!”
“Nu, my eyes sting! I can’t see!”
In this case, it was a problem that could be solved by using a gas mask, but there was no such thing as a gas mask in the Venezuelan Army, which was not supplied properly.
“Find out where the drone flew from! hurry!”
“There are so many buildings around that there is no way to figure it out. General, please retreat for now.”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
I didn’t know what would happen if I returned to the base like this.
So Santos had to get through the front and reach the Capitol, whether it was porridge or rice.
“What are you doing! Quickly demolish the barricade!”
However, before his voice could reach them, a second air strike by drones began.
“Oh, Mr. X! Shoot and drop the drones before they arrive!”
When Santos gives instructions, fire shoots from the muzzles of the foot soldiers.
Fight, fight, fight!
Even blind bullets fired hundreds of people at the same time, so the effect was obvious.
As the drones crashed one by one, the infantrymen, who had gained momentum, fired their guns more vigorously.
“yes! Get rid of them all!”
It was then. An officer from the front comes running towards us.
“General! Don’t shoot! Give the order to stop firing!”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“The smoke bombs the drones brought are white phosphorus!”
White phosphorus emits strong smoke and is used as a smoke bomb, but it is also highly flammable and toxic, so it is also used as a weapon for killing.
He did not know that if he shot a drone loaded with white phosphorus, the area would become a sea of fire.
“Stop shooting! Stop shooting!”
Fortunately, the shooting was stopped before disaster occurred. But it was not the time to be relieved. Soon after, a tremendous explosion is heard from the tank in front.
Beep-
aaagh!
Santos, who was in the rear, clearly saw how the explosion just happened.
A missile fired from a high-rise building soared into the sky, then suddenly turned and hit the tank with precision.
“Um, is that a Javelin missile? How is that thing here?”
The Javelin missile is a US military weapon. It was virtually impossible to import and use it in Venezuela, where sanctions are in full swing.
Beep-
aaagh!
After hesitating for a moment, two more Javelin missiles flew.
This time, as if it landed on the side of the white phosphorus bomb, a 5-meter radius was engulfed in red flames.
“Ugh, aaagh!”
“Don’t run away, fight back!”
“How do you fight when you don’t even know where the missiles are flying from?”
As the soldiers scattered like young ants, the officers also secretly withdrew their feet.
Meanwhile, Santos remained alone.
‘Followed by a military drone, a Javelin costing over $100,000 per missile was launched three times in a row.’
In Venezuela, which is busy making a living right now, no armed group has such military equipment.
Beep-
The sound of Javelin missiles firing again is heard.
This time the sound felt very close.
Still, Santos had no intention of avoiding it. Rather, he laughs like a madman with his arms wide open.
“You were an American soldier. was the US Army no wonder. hahahaha… … Ha ha ha ha ha!”