Working as a police officer in Mexico

Nick Rumsfeld swallowed his saliva and laughed awkwardly when he heard Victor's words.

He felt that the other party was not joking.

The ashtray next to him moved 0.2 cm to his side, and he could throw it over with his backhand. When he was in the United States, he had heard of Victor's reputation as the "Ashtray God of War".

"Then how are you going to compensate us?"

Nick: ??? ???

Compensation? !

His eyes widened. He was in politics and had seen many shameless people. Even when he was running for the governor of Arkansas, when he was on the same stage with "Teddy Man", the other party once said in private, "I love women so devotedly, let alone I love America?"

He almost vomited at the time.

He had never seen such a shameless person, but now that he met Victor, the other party could be considered an opponent.

Seeing the other party's shocked look, Governor Victor narrowed his eyes and put down his crossed legs, "What? You destroyed our infrastructure, caused us physical and psychological damage, and even made groundless accusations. Aren't you going to compensate us?"

Neck was so angry that he ran away.

He himself is not a sharp-tongued person...

If Bush Sr. hadn't suddenly fallen, the Big Brother Party would have panicked. Where would they get a replacement now? They can only go all out to support Vice President James Dan Quay and make sure that power is in their hands.

The Blue Party over there, led by Clinton, began to attack power again.

The internal struggle for power began...

Otherwise, why do you think Neck came?

If the conflict between Mexico and the United States can be resolved, the Big Brother Party will definitely be ahead by a lot!

"This...I need to go back and report this." When Neck saw Victor's expression, his hair stood up, as if he was being targeted by a hunter.

There is a psychological assessment agency in the CIA and FBI. The most common word in their comment report on Victor is: fickle!

A leader with an unpredictable personality.

Victor smiled and spread his hands, "Of course, I am always open to negotiations, but I hope to see your sincerity."

"Then, how much compensation do you need?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. It depends on whether you respect Mexico and Victor, right? Respect is mutual." Victor waved his hand gently, looking very casual.

But when Nick heard this, his face became even more bitter.

This is the most difficult to deal with.

There is no good product if it's cheap, and good products are not cheap.

Victor stood up with his knees propped up, "Let's go, I've prepared a light meal for you, try our specialties."

He paused, and squeezed out a creepy smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, don't worry, it's not 7.62 caliber."

Nick was stunned, a little bit GtE didn't reach his point, he couldn't even speak, just smiled, looking more like a scholar than a politician. If it weren't for his father's identity and the ability of his family, would he rely on himself alone?

Those who are delicate and tender can only perform special talents for special guests in special occasions, such as steel wool.

Victor: (black question mark).

Patting Nick on the shoulder, he didn't know what to say.

The dishes cooked by the chef of the Governor's Mansion are pretty good.

At least the color, aroma and taste are up to par.

When Victor and Nick were halfway through the meal, the former suddenly asked, "Does Mr. Donald want to run for president?"

The latter looked at him in surprise and shook his head, "We don't have this idea."

"Don't have this idea, or don't have the ability?" Victor took a bite of the corn, "Men's desire for power is far greater than their desire for women. No one can say no to power, unless he feels that he has no chance of winning."

Nick didn't know where this perverse logic came from, but it still made some sense, but he didn't want to say more about it. He understood that if you say one more word, the other party will seize the flaw and attack you fiercely.

"When you go back, you can talk to Mr. Donald. We are happy to be his foreign aid. If he needs it, we can help him through donations, public opinion, and other off-field behaviors."

"We also have some influence in the United States."

The influence of Mexican gangs in the United States is not low. They can even exert their power in many industries, and their methods are extremely brutal. Of course, Victor doesn't want this gang. What a joke, I am a serious policeman, how can I take in gangs?

It's just that some "overseas Mexicans" deeply understand the good intentions of "Victor" and decide to do some merits for the motherland. They have expressed their "support" for Victor's "anti-drug cause!".

Oh... they are all whitewashed!

Following drug dealers is called gangsters.

Following me, Victor, will I let you be a gangster? You are a patriotic organization!

As long as you don't sell drugs, don't sell people, don't be cheap, and are obedient, well-behaved, sensible, and can wag your tail, it's fine.

The chamber pot also has its role.

Are you right?

Many people who can become big and strong in the United States have some brains, and they can understand that they cannot fully integrate into American society, but they are unwilling to accept it. Who cares if they are dogs?

Believe it or not, as long as Victor needs it, the Mexican flag will be hung on the White House tomorrow!

Mike Corleone in Washington, D.C. alone, with Victor’s help, opened nine companies in 1990, including three Internet companies, a private bank, and two investment banks. He provided $20 million of funding to a computer information data company called “Quantum”, which later became “America Online”.

200 million US dollars was invested in Apple.

Others include Yahoo, IMB, and Microsoft, all of which were bought directly in bulk.

For a time, Mike Corleone became a celebrity on Wall Street.

Successfully whitewashed!

Now he is called a successful entrepreneur.

As for what dirty things he did, Victor didn’t want to know, but violence worked particularly well in the United States, which is full of bandits and bastards.

Do you think it’s easy to get them to vote?

Successful people in suits go to the polling station to vote in the morning, and they are troublemakers in the dark at night.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk… people have many sides.

After all, Jesus can be divided into three parts.

"There are few seats at the table. If you don't fight for them, you will always be a prey. Mr. Necker, I have a deep relationship with Belsaria, and I am willing to help the Rumsfeld family. Only by helping each other can we make progress together, right?"

Neck's eyes twitched when he heard this.

You still know that I am Belsaria's father?

I thought you were my father.

If Victor knew that he thought so, he might think it's okay. Let's talk about our own things. I call you big brother and you call me good son-in-law?

Neck had a very painful meal.

After being sent out of the Governor's Mansion, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and subconsciously looked back. Suddenly, his scalp was numb, and he saw Victor standing on the window on the top of the building, waving at him.

!!!

It was like a horror movie.

"America is still too urbanized." He said to himself.

He has been more eloquent recently.

If Bush, who is in the hospital, dies, will Teddy Man take over, or will the Boss Party continue to maintain its position?

Will there be any trouble?

But it is not easy to get another shot. The Secret Service is now surrounding them from three circles inside and three circles outside. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to succeed.

Victor watched Nick get into the car and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

Then I will start from within you!

He wants to see if the Rumsfeld family has the drive to move to the next level.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Ludendorff trotted in, "General, the drug dealers and rebels attacked Licoma State and exchanged fire with the garrison in the southern town of Tecoman. Drug dealers in Michoacan, Nuevo Leona, and San Luis Potosí have counterattacked to the north. One of our airports in Coahuila State was bombed, and 17 people died."

Victor looked at the map of Mexico hanging next to him when he heard it.

Is this a full-scale counterattack?

Moreover, the remnants of the PI who demanded independent elections have joined forces with the southern drug dealers!

I still think that Victor in the north should be eliminated first.

After all, he really stopped many people from getting rich. If he is killed, Mexico will return to the Institutional Party, and drug dealers will start selling drugs and make money again.

The common people will plant cash crops again.

How good is that?

"The US military suddenly sent reinforcements to our border. If we pull soldiers to the front line, if the US military starts a war, our border will have no defense force. As long as they want, they can rush into Mexico in an instant."

"Let's go, gather in the meeting room of the General Staff and call people to the meeting!" Victor's expression suddenly became serious.

The three-party troublemaker intends to make some shit here to disgust himself!

…

Mexico City. National Palace.

Casare looked ugly.

Because of the sudden rise of the PI, the attitudes of some old politicians in the city changed suddenly, and they began to pretend to obey Casare.

The people led by Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi began to jump up and down. After all, the general's grace had not spread here.

In addition to the propaganda, the people, soldiers, and politicians were not very kind.

"Sir, we should go." Jason Bourne, who was sent, whispered.

According to the instructions of the Governor's Office, leave Mexico City!

In just one month here, more than 100 murders against Northern Army soldiers have occurred, some of which were attempted, but there were also some losses.

This city has no meaning anymore!

It is not in Victor's interest for the time being.

Casare stood up, took a deep breath, and his eyes were vicious. Damn, these bastards made him the president who had been in office for a short time.

"Call Lieutenant Colonel Erich Manstein in for me."

Jason Bourne glanced at him and nodded.

A few minutes later, the two walked in again.

"Sir!"

Casare grabbed Manstein's shoulders with both hands and looked at him straight in the eyes, "Lieutenant Colonel, the Northern Army needs you, I need you, the general needs you!"

…

The rain was pouring down, the moonlight at night was hidden in the clouds, the streets were terribly quiet, only the noisy sound of heavy rain.

The Fourth Battalion's station was located in the side room behind the National Palace.

Manstein was not wearing a raincoat or any rain gear. He stood on the steps, looking at the soldiers below, expressionless, raised his hands, "God punish the traitors!"

"Loyalty!!!"

A group of people raised their hands and shouted loudly.

Then, under the leadership of the company platoon leader, they were divided into more than 20 small groups and took advantage of the rainy night to launch a "military coup!"

Lieutenant Colonel Manstein and more than 20 soldiers got into the Humvee and rushed towards the residential area of ​​Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi.

His residence is in a wealthy manor about 2 kilometers from the National Palace!

The lights are brightly lit inside, accompanied by singing and cheering.

The guard at the door was standing guard. When he saw many people rushing out in the rainy night, he was startled and shouted who it was.

But he was greeted only by the sound of gunfire.

He was beaten to death directly!

"Come! For your majesty's sake... the governor will punish the traitors!" A group of people rushed in aggressively.

Urmit Raymond Haredi is celebrating his 36th birthday.

There are a lot of wives, children, mistresses, allies, about 30 of them.

They were chatting animatedly.

Someone complimented him, "The Northern Army has to admit defeat despite the huge crowds of the Institutional Party. The position of president must belong to you."

This made Urmit Raymond Haredi very happy and drank two more drinks.

At this moment, gunfire rang out outside, and then a group of soldiers rushed in, and the lively scene inside suddenly fell silent.

Education Director Gomez Medellín stood up and yelled, "Which army do you belong to, are you so rude?!"

"The Northern Allies, in the name of Mr. Casare, will punish the traitors!" Lieutenant Colonel Manstein fired directly with a light machine gun, shouting loyalty!

Puff puff puff puff…

The bullet made a dull sound when it hit the human body.

Many people fell in a pool of blood.

There were blood stains on the walls.

"No, don't shoot. Please, we are going back right now. Please don't kill my children." Two women cried bitterly while holding their children.

"kill!"

The guards behind him also killed several women.

Manstein walked up to Urmit Raymond Haredi, who was already vomiting blood and trembling all over.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Manstein said lightly and shot him in the head again.

It was almost like JFK meeting Lee Harvey Oswald - scalp-tingling!

After the soldiers fired a few more shots at the people on the ground, everyone shouted loyalty and went to the next place.

The 87-year-old José López Portillo is a veteran of the Institutional Party. He is considered to be the most influential person at present. He is also a pioneer in opposing Victor and the anti-drug cause.

More than once, he criticized the Northern Army's "war theory" in a publishing house.

He was watching TV with his great-grandson and getting ready to go to bed.

As soon as the snoring started, more than a dozen Northern Army soldiers climbed over his wall, rushed into his bedroom, and fired dozens of shots at the bed.

The bedding was torn.

The great-grandson who heard the gunshots ran out. He was not young, he was an adult, and he was a bit bloody. He took out his gun and fought back, but he was quickly knocked down. The furious Northern Army soldiers chopped him and Jose Lopez... Portillo's head flew away!

There is also a Mexican general, three lieutenant generals, financial director, propaganda minister, etc...

The assassination continued until six o'clock in the morning, and then Manstein left Mexico City with more than a thousand soldiers to escort Casare and some people who were friendly to the Northern Army.

It's very fierce and goes straight to Michoacán!

The plan is to run back to the north from here.

But while on the road, Manstein approached Casare and offered his advice.

"You're going to attack Morelia, the capital of Michoacan state?!" Fatty Ka looked at him in shock.

Manstein nodded, "I think with our sudden attack, there is a high possibility that we can capture this city. Even if we fight with them in street battles, as long as we can support the arrival of reinforcements, the balance of victory will be as tilted as ours." , Moreover, if we can stick to this place, the drug dealers who are fighting us on the front line will either run away or be attacked from both sides. From a strategic and tactical point of view, we can completely achieve the effect we want. "

Casare was silent.

In fact, he doesn't understand at all.

He knows nothing about fighting!

But he has one advantage, that is, he can know people and make good use of them. He patted Manstein on the shoulder and said, "From now on, the entire army will obey your orders."

This almost stud trust made Manstein feel warm.

"Target Morelia! Advance!"

Raid!

You need to take advantage of the drug dealers to react and catch them off guard.

At this time, Mexico City was also in chaos.

When I woke up, TMD, all the big shots were dead, and all the big fish within the Institutional Party were gone. At this time, the party leader Popovich, who had previously criticized Victor and called for marches and protests, suddenly became the highest-ranking person within the party!

He was lucky to have left Mexico City in the evening to do some personal errands, otherwise he would have suffered too.

When he heard that the Institutional Party had the final say, without some elders getting in the way, he almost laughed out loud, but he still had to cry and curse the Northern Army for its shamelessness!

only…

Can you hide your smile?

On the streets, troops controlled by the Institutional Party put the entire city under martial law, and there were people standing on the main thoroughfares, fully armed.

Popovich first visited the injured elderly and children. When he saw the beheaded 87-year-old Jose Lopez Portillo, he vomited directly in front of reporters.

Everyone around me was numb.

Can such a person really lead us to defeat Victor?

And this military coup also spread throughout Mexico and the world through reporters.

History calls it the "March 14 Incident!"

Some people who like to gossip about it and the "February 26 Mutiny" of the Japanese army call it a model of the army's defeat by the lower ranks.

Some people also demanded that the Northern Alliance hand over the murderer!

Otherwise, never, ever... forgive Victor.

When Emperor Wei heard about this.

His expression was like this.

(The old man in the subway said hello).

But then he was happy. Casare actually had such courage? !

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take a big shit to disgust the enemy.

"Where are they now?"

"I can't contact them." said the secretary.

Victor frowned, "What the hell are you doing?"

At this time, Casare...

Standing on the Hummer, raising his hand.

"The first to attack Morelia will be promoted three levels for officers and soldiers will be transferred to officers! Go in, seven-tenths of the drug dealers' property will go to the Governor's Office, and three-tenths will be kept for yourself. Get promoted and make a fortune. Today, charge!"

The fourth battalion shouted long live.

This army, which dared to kidnap the US frontline commander in Kuwait and confront hundreds of thousands of troops, was already very unruly. Rommel instilled loyalty and bravery in them, while Manstein added adventure and ferocity to them!

At 3 a.m. on March 15.

The Fourth Battalion, led by 4 M1A1 Abrams main battle tanks and supplemented by 4 TPz-1 armored vehicles, kicked off the "Battle of Morelia".

Those drug dealers never thought that someone would come out from behind.

When the tanks drove into the city center ten kilometers away, they exchanged fire with the drug dealers stationed there.

"Lealtad!! (Loyalty!!!)"

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