Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Del Oro!

This important southern city in the state of Coahuila is solemn, and the streets are full of chrysanthemums symbolizing longing.

It's so quiet that it's a little sad.

On Victor Square.

There were hundreds of coffins, draped with the Mexican flag symbolizing courage. Lying inside were the members of Company A who died in the battle for Savillian Village.

Some of their skulls were shattered by bombs and were beyond recognition, but in order to allow them to go on the road with peace of mind, it took a long time to find an undertaker to repair them.

Many of the bodies even had shrapnel left on them.

General Kennedy, the commander-in-chief of the army, was in military uniform.

Behind him were Rommel of the 4th Marine Division and Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock.

There were hundreds of soldiers up and down.

Amidst the low mourning music, the soldiers of honor slowly entered the scene and carried the coffin into the C-130 transport aircraft.

"Shot!"

Bang!

Bang!

The bullet was tilted at 45° and resounded through the sky!

The transport plane soared into the sky like a bird rushing toward freedom.

The flight from Del Oro to Tijuana took more than two hours, and the entire flight was clearly marked, and towers along the way expressed moments of silence.

When arriving at the capital.

It was already raining lightly in the sky.

Many foreign representatives went to take shelter from the rain.

Victor, on the other hand, stood in the rain wearing a military uniform, quietly watching the plane circle overhead three times before landing slowly.

"He is quite inviting." Diane Rodham murmured while hiding under the eaves, but her voice was not soft either.

But no one paid any attention to her.

I just feel like this is a crazy woman, don’t you know what to say when?

When he was beaten, he howled.

However, Donald, who is a soldier, appreciates Victor's behavior. Only a nation that respects soldiers has hope.

10:45 am.

The transport plane landed at Tijuana Victor International Airport, and the honor guard fired 275 shots into the sky, symbolizing the 275 martyrs of Company A, of which only one person was left alive.

At this time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, with tears in his eyes, and no good flesh on his body, but his life was saved, with two doctors behind him.

Victor walked to the transport plane hatch.

"I'll do it." He whispered to the guard of honor, stretched out his hand to lift the coffin, and patted it with a heavy weight on his shoulder, "I'm going home."

Casare wiped his eyes, followed, took a corner from other honor guards, and walked forward solemnly in the heavy rain.

Place the coffin in the designated location.

The national anthem began to play, and Victor stroked his chest and sang loudly. The rainwater entered his mouth, with a salty taste.

After the song was sung, according to the procedure, Victor presented a flower basket. He was soaked from top to bottom. Under the gaze of reporters and thousands of attendees, he walked to the coffins, knelt down on one knee, and made a big The man's eyes turned red.

A tough guy was choking.

Reporters recorded the scene and broadcast it on television.

Millions of people in Mexico and around the world saw Victor's respect for fallen soldiers, a rare occurrence in world history for a leader to take a knee.

Donald looked at this scene and sighed softly.

If it weren't for his different stance, if he were decades younger and served as a soldier under such a leader, every soldier would be willing to do so.

Victor knelt down.

If the CIA wants to dismantle him within the army, it will probably be a dead end. He has a personality cult all in one!

This is destined to become an iconic historical moment.

After mourning toward the coffin for a few minutes, Victor stood up slowly, turned around, looked at everyone, raised his hands, clenched his fists, "Long live the great Mexican warrior!!"

"Long live all the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the motherland!!"

It rained heavily that day.

The soldiers below saw a man with his hands raised high. Casare felt a heat filling his chest. He raised his hands and shouted angrily, "Long live!"

Then dozens of people, then hundreds, and finally the entire venue cheered!

at a residential complex in Tijuana.

The two boys sitting on the ground stopped playing the toys in their hands. One of them, a half-year-old boy, suddenly jumped up, "Long live! Long live the Mexican anti-drug war! Long live Victor!"

"Brother!" He turned his head and looked at his younger brother who was still nursing, and shouted excitedly, "When I grow up, I want to be a soldier. If I die, I will lie in the coffin and the people outside will cheer for me. How cool would that be?”

As he spoke, he entered the room, took out a military cap, put it on his head, and gave a very low-key salute to his nursing brother. He looked a little nondescript, but his expression was very serious.

"Brother, I will protect you like a father. I am a soldier!"

The younger brother opened his eyes, and then he seemed to understand, his eyebrows curved, and then he shouted and clapped.

Although he couldn't speak clearly, he must be very happy.

"Dear comrades, please wait for us. When Mexico is full of dandelions, I will come to you. When the time comes, please don't forget me."

Victor's voice was filled with good wishes for the future.

In the Venezuelan camp, only Nicolás Maro Moro was left, and everyone else was raining. He looked at Victor, slightly lost in thought, and then raised his hands and shouted.

He didn't know what to shout.

But he knew that just shouting was the right thing to do.

Luz Inasi Lou da Silva looked at him with complicated eyes. In his eyes...

The figures of Victor and Che Guevara overlap.

"Maybe the savior of Latin America has really come."

The memorial service lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon, when the military vehicle carried the coffin to the national cemetery, where it would be missed by the family.

And during this gap.

Victor wanted to meet the American delegation.

"Boss, go take a shower." Casare handed over a towel and said.

"No, don't be so hypocritical, let's go."

He acted decisively and led a group of people to the reception room in the airport. Of course, there was not enough space for more than a hundred people, only a few important people.

As soon as Victor came in, he went straight to the point without any greetings, "How do you want to negotiate? We have also shown you our requirements, do you agree?"

Donald was startled and frowned.

Victor had many requirements.

Including canceling the reservoir interception of the upper reaches of the Colorado River and canceling the agreement signed by the Mexican government and the United States to provide water resources to the United States every five years.

Not recognizing all the agency businesses of American companies in Mexico during the old Mexican era.

Requesting the United States to recognize the North as the only legitimate government.

And so on and so forth.

There are more than 40 in total.

And Mexico has only one.

Will sign a peace treaty with the United States and not intensify the conflict between the two sides.

Do not take the initiative to fire the first shot.

Donald Rumsfeld said solemnly, "Maybe we should sit down and talk."

Victor looked at his watch, "Of course!"

Casare next to him pulled out a chair and asked the boss to sit down.

"You only have ten minutes, no, eight minutes."

"You should express goodwill in the negotiations, Victor, you should know that your approach is intensifying the conflict between the two countries and is not rational. If a dispute really occurs, it's all your fault." Diane Rodham said with a frown.

"You just like her?" Victor asked Casare.

The latter was stunned and laughed.

"Your husband is fooling around outside and can't satisfy you. Otherwise, you come to my brother, I can satisfy you with the political ideals you want."

! ! ! !

Donald was stunned and rubbed his temples.

Diane Rodham was so angry that her chest was puffed up.

"Don't agree?"

Victor slapped the table, "What do you mean by disagreeing? Let me take a step back? Are you Americans putting your butts on your faces? What a stupid look! I tell you, I remember the incident where Raytheon and a few bastards launched missiles at Tijuana. If you want to negotiate, I will give you face before talking. If you don't agree, tomorrow, I can't guarantee that no one in Raytheon's senior management will be left. No one who offends me, Victor, will live to see the sun tomorrow."

"TMD, I gave you face, but you don't agree. We don't recognize the Treaty of Guadalupe-Hidalgo. Sooner or later, I will take those states back!"

"Go away, go back and prepare to mobilize troops for a decisive battle."

Victor snorted coldly and turned away without stopping.

He flipped the table directly.

Do you think I'm playing a game of state with you?

Diane Rodham had never seen Victor before, and was frightened by his ferocious appearance.

He...wouldn't hit a woman, would he?

It's just a matter of convenience.

Donald Rumsfeld knew it would be like this!

The US policy of treating other Latin American countries as its own backyard is correct. If the butt is on fire, it will really be on fire. Look at Mexico now. If the football team kicks it, the football will be considered smuggled.

But it is still a ghost.

Who knows that Cuba is fine, but Mexico, which is right under its nose, has risen and has begun to have the ability to strike the United States.

There are currently two factions in the United States.

One is the doves, who maintain peace with Mexico and try not to have conflicts. They are mainly some peace-loving people, financial giants and grassroots farmers.

The second is the hawks, who take advantage of the fact that the other party has not yet completely unified Mexico and directly send troops to suppress the northern regime. Necessary sacrifices are also acceptable. Even if all the border cities are blown up, it is more comfortable than being overturned at the negotiation table in the future.

Donald Rumsfeld is one of the representatives.

There are also some bigwigs in the military-industrial complex and some ambitious people.

Fight or talk...

The acting president chose to negotiate.

The political arena cannot bear another change.

The American elite only wants a stable power transition.

"Wait!"

When Victor was about to walk out with his left foot, Donald Rumsfeld finally spoke.

"Sit down, Victor, don't use this trick, we can continue to talk."

"The Mexicans' water resources must be in our hands!"

"Okay."

Victor smiled and sat back down, "Four more minutes."

Donald sighed and started "tit-for-tat" with Victor!

...

Half an hour later.

Victor walked out of the conference room with satisfaction.

He also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Donald, "Old Secretary of Defense, if the Americans don't like you in the future, you can come to Mexico, here, I can appoint you as Secretary of Defense!"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I am an American, I will not betray my motherland."

Victor smiled and didn't care.

The results of today's negotiations were reported back to the country, and he had something to bear.

Before leaving, he smiled meaningfully at Diane Rodham next to him.

"You really gave your grandson-in-law a big back door." She didn't dare to confront Victor. After all, the other party was a real lunatic and would really beat him up, while Donald was a "ruled" person.

After hearing her slightly sarcastic words, the old man didn't start a fight with him.

He really wanted to do something.

But the United States is full of bureaucracy, and it’s difficult for them to take the lead. If Donald doesn’t agree to this kind of thing, it will take a long time.

Donald understood that after he went back this time, he would probably be a scapegoat. He would become a lot older all of a sudden.

"Why!"

Someone has to do this. The United States cannot continue to be in chaos.

The Soviet Union is now not even as dangerous as Mexico.

Victor…

But a militant.

Diane Rodham glanced at him, snorted coldly, and left with her people. She didn't bother to go to the hotel and went straight to the airport.

"Old General..." The subordinates standing behind Donald looked at him worriedly. The former's feet went weak, and the latter hurriedly supported him.

"It's okay, let's go."

Seeing Victor bullying this old man, his back looked a little forlorn.

However, the negotiation process was indeed fruitful.

Agree to dismantle the water conservancy projects on the river and not interfere with farmers' mutual water use.

Secondly, agree to Mexico's own handling of companies and individuals engaged in "criminal activities" in Mexico.

Another point is that by reopening the border between the two countries, Victor cannot expel Americans or prevent the normal development of American companies.

As for compensation.

Willing to compensate US$670 million.

Of course, this money came from Raytheon.

Victor cannot deliberately create border conflicts, and must ensure that artillery shells do not fall into the United States during the war on drugs.

Victor agreed to all of these.

The main reason was that the small-scale conflict with the United States caused a high casualty rate for the US military, more than the entire Gulf War. Internal peace activists began to wave the flag again, and the drug dealers who were let go by Victor were causing security problems. The death of the black leader The consequences are not over yet.

Anyway, it’s a mess with so many BUFFs.

The situation is similar to that of the Soviet Union.

Both of them were holding their breath to see who died first.

Victor also wanted to regain his old territory, but his military capabilities were still insufficient, so he could only agree to peace talks.

"Goebbels, write a good report on this news. I want all Mexicans to know that we defeated the United States!"

The propaganda minister nodded vigorously.

“The myth of American invincibility is shattered.”

…

When Diane Rodham and her entourage arrived at the airport and were taking a rest in the special plane, an American official who was going to the airport supermarket to buy something rushed over, looked around nervously, walked up to her and whispered in her ear Two sentences.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah! He said that he is here to see you on behalf of the central government and hopes that you can help. It is best to help lead the way with the arms company. They are willing to support Mr. William Jefferson as president."

Diane Rodham's heart moved, "How can they help? They can't even protect themselves!"

The official said softly.

"They want to meet you."

The woman thought for a moment, then shook her head cautiously, "It's not convenient here in Tijuana. You ask him to go to the United States to find me."

The official nodded, "I said it, but he seemed very anxious."

Diane Rodham frowned, "Then bring him up."

The other party responded, called someone, ran off the plane again, and looked around cautiously.

Within ten minutes, the two people came back, but one of them looked a little bloated?

"Hello, madam, I am the Director of Mexican Intelligence. My name is Aldous Wendell, and Popovich is my brother."

"Please take a seat."

"Thank you." He thanked him, and as soon as he touched his butt, he couldn't wait to say, "We are very sincere. If you are willing to help us resist Victor's rebel army, we will be willing to help you wholeheartedly."

"Sorry, we have already negotiated peace with the Northern Army."

Aldous Wendell had no ability to negotiate at all. When he heard what the other party said, he became anxious and said directly.

"We can cede Baja California and Nuevo Leon to you!"

Diane Rodham:? ? ? ?

U.S. official:? ? ? ?

airplane:? ? ? ?

Give Victor's territory to the United States?

and…

How long have you been playing this land-cutting game? !

Still playing like this! !

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