Working as a police officer in Mexico

William Guderian wore a helmet, smoked a cigarette, and rode into the city in a Humvee!

As the leader of the fifth regiment, he will be responsible for controlling this area, building an airport and protecting railways here, as well as protecting the mines here and putting them into production.

There is the third largest iron ore mine in Mexico. It is of very important strategic significance, and Victor needs them.

On both sides of the street, there were some awkward, nervous, and lost people standing. Some people even had hatred hidden in their eyes. They were holding bouquets of flowers in their hands and numbly shouting lines of welcome.

And behind them...

Collapsed houses, bodies buried underneath, dried blood...

It's like the mockery of later famous director David Fincher.

William Guderian frowned and said to the adjutant beside him, "If we don't launch a war, in five, ten, or twenty years, people here will completely regard us as an invasion!"

"It's like... East and West Germany."

The Berlin Wall only broke down the inner barriers, but in terms of system and life, they were alien to each other. It was not until more than 20 years later that East Germany slowly integrated.

"Drag 200 drug dealers out, chop off their heads, and hang them on every major street."

"clear!"

William Guderian took a puff of his cigarette and looked around with a sinister gaze, making everyone he stared at feel chilled all over.

"There are reporters in front of you, the group leader. They want to interview you."

"Let them come over."

The driver drove the Humvee to the side, not to block the movement of the army. The guards around him pushed the civilians aside to prevent them from getting too close. If it were Victor, he might even pretend to be like you.

But William Guderian had no such idea.

"Hello, Mr. Colonel, congratulations on your capture of Torreon. What impact will this have on the overall layout of the Northern Army?" the male reporter asked with a microphone.

"We will maintain a high-pressure posture against drug traffickers and rebels. Torreon is an important transportation hub in the Midwest. We are here..." While William Guderian was talking, suddenly there was an explosion from the building next to him. came from inside!

"Be careful!" The guard next to him hurriedly pushed him to avoid the armored vehicle next to him.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." William Guderian patted the guard on the shoulder, stuck his head out, and saw a plume of smoke rushing out from the building next to him. A group of soldiers rushed in, and gunfire rang out.

The people below were running around in panic, screaming and making a mess.

About four or five minutes later, the Northern Army was seen dragging two people out. One of them was covered in blood and it was obvious that he would not live long.

"Captain, there are five assassins. They originally planned to drop the bomb, but it probably exploded due to an operational error. Several others were killed on the spot, but these two are still alive." The lieutenant who led the team saluted.

William Guderian stood up, smoothed his clothes, and walked over. He saw the injured man vomiting blood, and his eyes... fell out?

Half of his face was rotten.

The other man looked at William Guderian with fierce eyes, "The tyrant's lackey! You will die badly, and our Southern Army will kill you! The freedom of drugs will eventually spread to the entire Mexico!"

Drug freedom?

William Guderian squinted his eyes.

"I don't like his eyes."

The lieutenant had a sudden thought, took out his dagger, grabbed the opponent's head, and with his horrified gaze, he thrust it very fiercely into the opponent's eyes. He stirred hard, and with a scream, one eyeball was gouged out.

The drug dealer was rolling on the ground in pain, covering his eyes and howling miserably.

"Captain, I can remove all the tissues from his head." The lieutenant said in a muffled voice.

William Guderian admired his ruthlessness, "What's your name? Lieutenant."

The other person straightened his chest and said, "Af Eichmann!"

"Great young man, I now appoint you as the chairman of the post-war committee of the Fifth Regiment in Torreon. Help me find the drug dealers hiding inside."

"No problem, Captain!"

William Guderian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the two drug dealers, "Hang them next to them."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but stopped again and said to Af Eichmann, "Hang those bastards who were killed by the bomb on the street lamp together with me, and they will be shot if they interrupt my speech." "

Yes, Guderian is so vindictive.

It was also because of his temper that Sigmut List of the 1st Marine Division allowed him to garrison this place. Anyone who made trouble would be killed!

The bastard of the Northern Army stunned the drug dealers with one punch.

In Ciudad Juarez, Guerrero.

The drug traffickers placed their command post here, close to the coast, perhaps so they could run away if they felt they couldn't defeat them.

In a heavily guarded school, people can be seen busy coming in and out...

In a large room inside, there was a sand table and a map, with more than a dozen people pointing at them, looking very professional.

Gustavo, who was wearing a roman cass with a stand-up collar, had a beard and his eyes were tired. He, the leader of the Zapatista theological army, had been tired recently.

The death of his mistress and illegitimate child made him very worried, so he had to send his remaining relatives to the United States through the CIA, hoping to be granted asylum.

Own?

Will be on the front line of the fight against Victor!

He should not be called the leader of the Theological Army now. This is called "Fa" internally, and he should be the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army in Southern Mexico to the outside world. It's just that he is a little at a loss now.

After all, he was just a priest before, and he didn't know how to fight a chicken feather.

He didn't know anything about arranging troops, commanding on the spot, and he didn't even dare to say that he had an advantage. Bah, it's useless.

"Mr. Gustavo, what do you think?" Just when he was lost in thought, a strong voice interrupted his thoughts and asked.

He shuddered, raised his head, his eyes were a little confused, looked at the white man opposite, and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I believe you, General Olson."

Jeffrey Olson was also a little helpless.

He belonged to the US Army General Staff, with the rank of brigadier general. The US military had to send some advisers to support the anti-Victor alliance. He was one of them. He graduated from the Virginia Military Institute and had staff experience in many overseas operations, including the Panama raid.

Experienced!

This is one of the reasons why he was sent by the US military, but he is not the commander-in-chief. Above him is Defense Minister General Carl Vono, but it is said that he is still lying in the hospital and his life or death is unknown.

"Then follow this battle plan." Jeffrey Olson said to the staff officer next to him, who nodded and hurried to issue a battle order. He glanced at Gustavo next to him, and the other party had a sad face again, as if... someone died at home.

Oh, it seems that someone did die at home.

"Don't worry, the Pentagon will give you the greatest help, and the aid weapons are on the way." Jeffrey Olson comforted, thinking that the other party was worried about the Northern Army, "Victor's soldiers are not enough, this is his shortcoming, you don't have to worry, when the battle line is extended, it's time for us to fight back."

"I believe in you, and I believe in the United States." Gustavo nodded vigorously and said with a forced smile, but he paused, "My wife will be safe in the United States, right?"

"Of course! With the protection of the CIA, there will be no problem." Jeffrey Olson said with a smile.

Gustavo felt a little relieved after hearing this, and forced a smile.

Thump thump thump~

When he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, he saw his brother-in-law, who was also his confidant, running in with a box, "Brother-in-law..."

Gustavo didn't know why, but he always felt uncomfortable.

"What...what is this?"

His brother-in-law also had an ugly expression, and didn't know how to start. He opened the box in a muffled voice. The American Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson took a look, his eyes widened, and he felt sick!

There were ten fingers and two eyeballs lying inside!

It was also written next to it: You, your son is gone - Victor!

"Ah!!!" Gustavo burst into tears. This was his only son, and he was gone...

Who said that foreigners don't favor boys over girls?

Look...he cried harder than anyone else!

He was shaking with both hands holding the box, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head suddenly, looked at Jeffrey Olson, grabbed him, and pressed him to the table!

The American military staff and drug dealers nearby were all stunned.

"Hey! What are you doing! What are you doing!" The American consultant shouted loudly, pointing at him, and Gustavo's brother-in-law also hurriedly pulled him.

This is my father, you can't hit him!

Jeffrey Olson stretched out his hand to signal them not to come closer, and looked into Gustavo's eyes, "I... I'm sorry too."

"Fuck! What's the use of apologizing! I shouldn't have believed you. The CIA has lost two of its own directors. Can it still protect others? Bah!"

"I hope you will be careful with your words, Mr. Gustavo, you should understand what you want to express now? We will definitely investigate this matter, but if you are so rude again, you know the consequences."

Jeffrey Olson's face was also dark.

Bullshit, who can be in a good mood when being pointed at and scolded? Saying that two CIA directors were killed, isn't this a slap in the face?

Others quickly grabbed Gustavo and comforted him.

Jeffrey Olson took a deep breath, looked at Gustavo who was sitting on the ground, and walked out with a gloomy face. He dialed a number outside and someone picked up the phone after two beeps.

He suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, "What happened?! Why was Gustavo's son killed? Those idiots of the CIA..."

"Don't complain, Jeffrey, something happened..." The person on the other end of the phone interrupted him directly.

Jeffrey Olson raised his eyebrows.

"The Pentagon and the CIA headquarters in Langley were bombed last night, and three people were killed..."

Was the house robbed?

"Who did it?!"

"Not sure, the FBI and CIA are investigating, if they can't find out, they will hand it over to Victor of Mexico. Most importantly, do you know who the three people who were killed in the explosion are? One is the senior vice president of Raytheon, one is the deputy director of the Pentagon, and the other is a direct descendant of the Kron family of the Texas consortium, the son of the current patriarch!"

A word suddenly flashed in Jeffrey Olson's mind.

"The Onsa Consortium-Military-Industrial Complex!"

So unlucky? Or did they just go to kill them?

This is good, there's something interesting to watch!

"Do you have anything else to do? I'm very busy now, fuck! God has definitely abandoned the United States, otherwise why would so many bad things happen!"

Brig. General Jeffrey Olson suddenly felt that his own affairs were not so important, "No...no."

"Then hang up!"

Listening to the busy tone in the receiver.

Jeffrey Olsen held the phone and looked up. He seemed to see a huge whirlwind blowing recklessly on the North American continent!

The sun...

was covered in an instant.

…

"It seems that the KGB is still quite capable." Victor said with a smile while listening to Augustin Przewczyr's report.

"They installed a bomb in a female secretary's body, and then..."

"Those stinky Russians don't know how to be gentle with women."

When they were used, they called him Davarish, but now they call him stinky Russians!

The list that Augustin Przewczyr gave to the East German KGB included revenge against several military industrial companies and several Ansa consortiums!

Why?

They are the main force supporting drug dealers!

Sanctions?

Victor is not just talking, physical destruction is the best means of punishment, which includes assassinating the main personnel of Boeing, Raytheon, and Northrop, as well as the heads of several important departments!

Killing you is terrifying!

Do you like money or life?

"General, we have intercepted Spanish military intelligence. On February 9, the fleet of the Prince of Asturias aircraft carrier will sail into the Revillagigedo Islands. At the same time, the British Invincible aircraft carrier will visit Guatemala and conduct joint military exercises in the Pacific on March 1."

Agustin Przewczyr had a serious expression. "We also got news that the military exercise invited southern drug dealers and some Central American countries. The name is to maintain regional balance and ensure free trade!"

"I think it's free drug trafficking." Victor said disdainfully, "You don't even dare to say it directly! You call them back in plain text and tell them that if they dare to collude with drug dealers, they will be killed together! Don't make trouble for no reason."

A third-rate country and a second-rate country, are both still looking for past glory?

To put it bluntly, a light aircraft carrier is a strategic force projection ship. The two poor Xs are still playing with low configurations without money.

Europe is also suffering from the harm of drugs now, but you can't completely ban this thing. Some parliamentarians even think that it is better to let it flow freely than to ban it. It can be controlled by legal means, and then taxed to help the economy.

This proposal is really exciting!

How many people in Europe take drugs?

More than 60 million!

Including some addictive drugs, some people can't afford them and even go to the hospital to get prescription drugs, because some ingredients in them are similar to the effects of drugs.

They dare not oppose drug prohibition openly because it is the general trend.

But they don't want this piece of cake to be strangled by Mexico, plus historical hatred, anyway, it's mixed together, so they plan to give him a look!

Everything is still for the benefit.

"Share the intelligence with the General Staff, let Horatio Herbert Kitchener lead people to come up with a plan, fight, how to fight, how to kill them, all have to think about it."

"They are here, we as guests have to fight, missiles are full!" Victor said when he looked at his points, it was not enough, he had to continue killing!

Killing heads rolling!

Augustin Przewczyr nodded and said, "General, I found that our intelligence still has some flaws. I have an idea."

"Go ahead."

"We should set up a new department, and this department will not contact us directly. Its main task is to continuously set up new organizations around the world, which can be companies, sects, charities, etc. These organizations will penetrate into various countries and many important institutions, and the intelligence they have sorted out will be fed back and summarized, and finally handed over to us by this department. We can save a lot of expenses because many people don’t even know that they are working for the intelligence department."

Fuck!

How big is the intelligence and network of this?

Sometimes, a sentence that many people say unconsciously is just intelligence.

It can also create more benefits...

This should be the "MLM structure", right?

"I plan to call it HYDRA, the super villain organization under the American Marvel Comics!"

Hydra? !

Victor leaned back and looked at Augustin Przewczyl, "Are you still a comic book fan?"

The other party laughed, "I read it when I was off work."

"Your idea is good, but do you have any recommendations?"

"I think Heinrich Luipold of the Cleanup Department is very good, and there is also a captain named Reinhard Tristan Eugen who is very good. I think they can serve as the first leader of HYDRA!"

Victor thought for a while, crossed his hands, squinted his eyes, "Is it reliable?"

"Their loyalty is beyond doubt!"

"Okay, you take charge."

He leaned back and said, "I want to listen to the voice of the world!"

Augustin Przewczyl put his legs together and saluted, "Vanguard!"

…

Socorro Island.

Hungry!

Really hungry!

The mixed army (drug dealers + Spanish soldiers) on the island is exhausted. Let's put it this way, the living ones basically start eating XXX!

"Ah! ! ! ! ! "

In the cave, there was a heart-wrenching roar.

Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez struggled as he was held down by seven or eight officers. He stared with his eyes wide open, trembling, and staring at his adjutant Emilio Mora who was standing in front of him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm a brigadier general, a Spanish noble!"

Rudy Fernandez struggled hard, crying in his voice. He didn't want to die, but he saw desire and bloodthirstiness in the eyes of the officers!

Emilio Mora swallowed his saliva, his eyes were also scarlet, and his voice was hoarse and blurred, "General... you... are so fragrant."

Yes, you are so fragrant!

Rudy Fernandez trembled all over and looked at them in horror.

"You..."

"Puff..." Before he finished speaking, an impatient officer stabbed him in the neck with a knife.

The blood splattered.

Rudy Fernandez struggled twice and died!

Just when the adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath to speak, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside, and a soldier rushed in with a very happy tone, "Sir, sir, the Spanish supply ship is here."

Gah!

When he saw the general's body, his voice stopped abruptly.

"Sir... this..." The other officers were a little at a loss.

They didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this time. MD, those idiots in the navy, can't you drive faster? If it was five minutes faster, we wouldn't have resorted to this desperate measure!

Emilio Mora turned his head with a gloomy look at the soldier who broke in. Everyone looked over, and there seemed to be a cold light in his pupils.

The soldier turned around and was about to run.

Bang!

He was shot in the head and fell in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching.

Emilio Mora went up and picked up the bloody dagger, put it in the soldier's hand, and held his hand tightly, "Please die first."

The soldier's eyes were as big as chicken eyes.

His head tilted and he died.

"Sir Rudy Fernandez, was assassinated!!!" Emilio Mora performed his skill of crying on the spot.

It was directly stunned by the people around him.

Sure enough...

They are not good people!

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