Working as a police officer in Mexico

On February 12, the fourth day after the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed!

In order to rub salt into the wounds of the Spaniards, the Governor's Palace in northern Mexico held a press conference and played the video footage of the attack on the port to hundreds of reporters at the conference.

Although Victor was sanctioned by the Americans, can those reporters who smelled the smell give up the benefits they have obtained?

They wish Victor would move into the White House tomorrow.

That would increase sales.

In the video, it is clear that a team of armed personnel rushed into the port and attacked the docked Prince of Asturias!

They smashed the opponent!

Then they retreated in an orderly manner.

The whole process took no more than ten minutes!

At the press conference, there was only the shutter sound of the reporters' lenses, their eyes were shining, and their breathing was a little excited.

Minister of Propaganda Goebbels turned off the screen with the remote control and smiled at the reporters below, "What you see is the first-hand attack scene. You can ask any questions you want."

The reporters below raised their hands one by one.

"Please let that lady come first."

The female reporter who was called had big breasts, really big. When she stood up, she was still shaking. "Hello, sir. I am a reporter from Le Monde. My question is, don't you think this behavior has some terrorist implications?"

Goebbels' expression was still calm, smiling, "Then please let His Majesty the King of Spain come to protest to us. By the way, I hope he can bring his Invincible Fleet when he comes, because if there is no military suppression, then we will publicize him as a shameful smuggling behavior!"

"Only the victor has the right to name others. Please call Spain pirates in front of us in the future. In addition, we hereby declare that we are willing to support the independence movement in Catalonia and welcome local leaders to Mexico to discuss policies. We are willing to donate a batch of guns and bombs free of charge, and share intelligence to help them implement true justice!"

This news was said openly!

People do things in a sneaky way. How can they turn the table directly like Victor?

Even if the CIA is doing activities overseas, they are sneaky.

MD!

Victor is a lunatic!

"In addition, we will carry out retaliatory activities against the following people..." Goebbels stepped aside half a body, revealing the densely packed names on the display screen behind him.

Some people also found many familiar names on it.

For example...

Juan Carlos...

"Sir, what do you mean by retaliatory actions?!" A reporter couldn't help but ask loudly.

Goebbels smiled, "If these people have any accidents in the future, our Mexican Northern Alliance is willing to take full responsibility!"

Wow!

Isn't that assassination?

After he finished speaking, he left directly under the protection of bodyguards.

The reporters who wanted to rush up were stopped.

"Quick! Take a picture of that name!" Experienced reporters began to take pictures of the names with cameras. If these people have any accidents.

That would really be something to watch!

The public opinion news left by Goebbels here is brewing a storm.

And Victor over there is enjoying a rare holiday.

On a beach in Tijuana, dozens of capable bodyguards were surrounding him, looking around with sharp eyes. There were snipers on the commanding heights of the houses, and several armored vehicles were parked not far away.

Under the parasol.

Victor was lying on a chair, and a woman in cool clothes stood on his back, stepping on his back hard, but her expression was very nervous every time she stepped on it.

"General, it's done." She said softly after coming down.

Victor responded, twisted his neck to sit up, shook his arms left and right, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."

The masseur shook his head excitedly, but didn't know how to start. On the chair next to him lay the intelligence celebrity Augustine Przewczyr, the head of the air police force Colonel Zolf Sherman, the navy and the staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Ludendorff.

They were all pulled here for "team building".

"Are you comfortable?" Victor asked with a smile.

"I almost got my cigar broken by the massage." Horatio Herbert Kitchener said with a wry smile.

"You have to learn to relax yourself properly."

Victor reached out his hand, and the secretary next to him handed him a cigar, lit it, took a puff, and blew it out through his nostrils. With a wave of his hand, the masseurs and secretaries left, leaving the place for the big guys.

"Spain's ocean-going warships are useless, the aircraft carrier is overturned, and it has provided Suriname with several tons of scrap iron. The other frigates have suffered heavy losses. The British fleet dare not continue to sail and docked in Brazil. According to our intelligence, the safety index of the port is now stricter than Buckingham Palace."

These words caused laughter from everyone.

"So, we now have enough power to deal with the bandits occupying the Revillagigedo Islands!"

"I heard that the Spanish Legion is very powerful? They like to stab the enemy's heads on the bayonet to intimidate their opponents?" Victor looked at Colonel Zolph Sherman.

This was his old subordinate, who had once been the head of the Emergency Terrorism Task Force (EDTV) and the second-in-command in the military under Kennedy. However, he later became the head of the Air Police Force. With fewer frontline combats and naturally fewer military achievements, he was surpassed by many people.

"Our soldiers will teach them a lesson. Under the blue sky, white clouds and the general's watch, we will be invincible!" Colonel Zolf Sherman said firmly.

"Victory!" Others beside him also stood up and shouted.

"Then let's discuss the plan together. Zolf will be in charge, and Colonel Ivica Alonso of the Navy will be responsible for coordination. We can't lose any of our territory!"

"Yes, General!"

Victor also stood up, his face solemn, "Please, everyone!"

When the maritime police force was first established, there were only 121 people, one or two assault boats, and only the TNC 45, but now... it's almost the same.

There are not many warships at all!

The main reason is that the equipment in the port is completely unable to meet the docking of warships. All of them have to be renovated, which will take some time.

During this period, many civilian ships were modified, with some small-caliber artillery or some machine guns on them, but this is not enough in terms of firepower configuration. Many drug traffickers disappeared when they accelerated during sea transportation.

This is one of the reasons why Victor must blow up the Spanish warships. At sea, they really can't beat the enemy.

However, in addition to warships, the navy also has marines.

In a conscription in mid-1990, 4,000 naval soldiers were recruited. They don't have to participate in the domestic drug war on the ground, and Victor doesn't plan to send them up. The main responsibility is training!

The main recruits are some seaside children who have been swimming since childhood. If you can't swim, what kind of navy can you play?

Unit number: 1st Marine Cavalry Division.

Stationed area: Guadalupe Island-around Ensenada City, which is only more than 200 nautical miles away from the Revillagigedo Islands!

This is one of the reasons why Victor reacted so strongly.

NMD, my Feng Shui Bureau is right there, and you are doing this. Aren't you ruining my Feng Shui?

If I don't do you, who should I do?

Sooner or later, I will dig up the ancestral graves of your Spanish royal family.

The whole world knows that the Spanish warships in Suriname were bombed, but the soldiers on the Villagigedo Islands were "intentionally" forgotten.

Standing on the hillside of San Benedicto Island, the Spanish legion commander looked at the sea, then looked at the bunkers and anti-aircraft positions dug around, and said to the people around him, "This is the new Iwo Jima!"

"If the Mexicans want to capture this place, at least 100,000 people will die here!"

The offensive battle on the Pacific battlefield...

At this moment, the air was also filled with a strong smell of gunpowder!

But the world's eyes are not here...

They are staring at the "death list" sent by Goebbels.

The Mexicans did not let them wait any longer.

The first death began to appear.

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In the National Hospital of Spain.

The king's "teacher" who had been in a coma for three days, the staff member Alphonso Davis finally woke up, which made many people relieved.

He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and the people around him called him without any response, just like Alzheimer's.

"Let the patient rest first." The doctor whispered beside him.

The people around looked at each other and slowly walked out of the ward. There was only the ticking ECG monitor in the room.

Just then, the door was opened.

Two strong men dressed in Spanish Secret Service came in and stood by his bed. Alphonso Davis turned his head and looked at them. Just as he was about to speak, he saw one of them rushing up to cover his mouth, and the other grabbed his neck...

Alphonso Davis struggled hard.

Brother, I don't want to die!

I fainted, but it doesn't mean I will die. I just don't want to take responsibility. I gradually lacked oxygen and finally fainted.

Two Secret Service personnel carried him, opened the window, and threw him down directly!

Aerial trapeze!

Bang!

There was a loud noise and a piercing scream below.

A nurse holding a lunch box was covered in blood and had minced meat on her mouth. She stared in horror and trembled all over. The edge of her white skirt was covered in blood...

The two Secret Service officers took a look, pulled out their guns, and ran out, shooting everywhere!

"Dave! You traitor!!" The bodyguards who came over were also shocked and angry when they saw the two of them, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

And this was not the main battlefield.

In the Royal Palace of Madrid.

When His Majesty the King and his wife were relaxing in the flowerbed, he was mainly holding back. His wife Sofia Margarita Victoria Federica saw that he was uncomfortable, so she took the initiative to take him out to chat, and the Crown Prince was with him.

But when they approached the guards.

The two guards on duty suddenly pointed their guns at several people and fired directly!

How could there be bullets in the ceremonial gun? ! !

No one had time to think about it. When the bodyguards saw the other party put the gun flat, they rushed up to act as human shields and blocked the bullets for them.

Carlos was shocked.

It was the nearly 60-year-old Princess Sofia who pulled him and his son and ran!

After all, she had experienced war since she was a child.

She ran faster than anyone else, and those who were slower died.

The guard was shot dead on the spot by others who rushed over!

Before Carlos could come to his senses, he heard that his teacher Alfonso Davis was killed. He got a stitch in the side and shouted twice, "Assassination! This is assassination! This is Victor's revenge!"

A 60-year-old man, is he really unlucky today? !

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