Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico City.

It was a rare event for Popovich to attend.

Welcome the investor delegation from the United States.

But his expression was very stiff...

His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, stood next to him with his head lowered, a little at a loss. There was still a hint of a slap on his face, and he kept looking at his eldest brother from the corner of his eye, not daring to breathe loudly.

This guy signed contracts with more than a dozen companies directly in Washington, USA. For example, the Federal Reserve enjoys the exclusive agency rights for Mexican currency, and all the railways, subways and airports in the central part of the country are mortgaged to the famous American company JR Morgan!

It’s not called JPMorgan Chase yet, and it hasn’t merged yet.

Centex acquired a large piece of land from Mexico City to the neighboring town of "Isparta" for a total of... US$2.2 million! ! !

Approximately 70 square kilometers of land!

One square kilometer costs about 3 US dollars.

It can't even be said to be the price of cabbage, it's almost a gift.

No matter how cheap it is, it won't be like this.

And this is near Mexico City!

The real estate company will build a "Mexican American Community" here, which will introduce an HOA system, which is mainly used to develop white-only residential areas.

Yes, that word you are familiar with: apartheid!

In this new white community, Americans have an independent police department, an independent tax collection system, and an independent army!

No normal person would agree to this.

This completely reduces Mexico to a semi-colony...

It's like a piece of skin moss growing on your butt that you can't even wipe off.

No Mexican judicial agency can open a case against Americans, and Mexicans cannot enter this area without a special invitation.

My brother Aldous Wendell totally agreed to this condition!

Popovich has thought...

After Victor goes south, when history is re-edited, he will definitely be given a "mox traitor" stamp.

It's strange that he wasn't angry. If this wasn't his biological brother, he would have killed him right now.

But the contract says it's not easy if you want to cheat.

The Americans are smiling now, but if you make them unhappy, they can't deal with Victor, can't they deal with you Popovich?

"Play the national anthem! Raise the flag!"

Everyone in the square stood up, and the American representative also stood solemnly, with smiles on his face.

Along with the passionate music, the melody of "Mexicans, Answer the Call to War" resounded in the crowd. The background of this song is the Mexican-American War.

Mexico is facing the reality of ceding most of its territory, and domestic nationalism is rising. President Antonio López de Santa Anna has announced a national competition to collect lyrics for a new national anthem. The poet Francisco González Bocanegra wrote the lyrics and Jaime Nuno Rocca composed the music to express the people's indignation!

But in this scene…

But the song of the martyrs sounded, it was simply shameless! !

Some of the senior officials of the Institutional Party felt ashamed. They lowered their heads and put their right hand, palm down, on the left side of their chest. Tears actually oozed out.

Not everyone is a traitor.

American……

Once again, I stood in Mexico City and declared "victory"!

Jump~!

There was a sudden crisp sound, followed by an exclamation. The distracted Popovich raised his head in panic, and felt a gust of wind blowing, and then knocked over the flagpole!

Broken in the middle!

"It's broken! It's broken, get out of the way!!"

"Ah!! Run!!!"

The flagpole weighing tens of kilograms was smashed down, smashing the flesh and blood of the two onlookers below who had not had time to run away. It was not an exaggeration at all, and their heads were exploded.

"Help...Help!!" A woman knelt on the ground, covering the head of a young injured person with trembling hands, crying loudly.

Popovich's mind went blank. He shuddered and came back to his senses, "Quick! Save people!"

He plopped down in his chair.

The right eyelid was vibrating like an engine.

This doesn't seem like a good sign.

I always feel uneasy inside.

The "meeting" in the square ended in a funny scene, and Popovich couldn't refuse the Yankee.

Shake hands with Lisa Hallman, the Democratic member leading the delegation, Diane Rodham’s best friend, and a member of the presidential campaign.

The woman looked at Popovich with a fake smile on her face, "Don't worry, with the intervention and help of the US military, Victor will at least not bomb Mexico City with great fanfare."

Looking at the other party's hypocritical smile, Popovich actually felt like vomiting!

He even felt that if Victor knew that there was an "American Concession" here, he might be even more dissatisfied!

It's also possible to drop some bombs!

"I hope so."

"I still have something to do. I'll ask my brother to entertain you."

Lisa Halman nodded with a smile, nodded politely towards the other party, and watched Popovich leave. However, after this guy walked down the steps, he missed a step and was stunned to perform from the third step from the bottom. A ground dragon.

When people around him helped him up, there was no bleeding, but there was a big bulge on his head. The pain was something else, with shame and anger being the first priority.

"Doctor! Call the doctor quickly..." the bodyguard shouted from the side.

"What's your name, doctor! Let's go!"

Popovich scolded the security guard, covered his head and ran away. Isn't that shameless?

Like a defeated dog.

"It's really a mess." Lisa Harman sighed with emotion.

"If everyone is like Victor, how can we make money?" The vice president of JR Morgan on the side said with a smile.

When a woman smiles, she looks charming.

Also, how could these bastards understand Victor's ambition to liberate the entire America?

Some scholars in Latin America call him the "modern Simon Bolivar" and believe that he is the "savior" who can free Latin America from the scourge of drugs.

"I can't wait to know what happens when he hears the news that we have established a concession here. If he dares to send out a plane, the US Air Force will come to intercept it as soon as possible. This is a provocation!" Lisa Ha Man squinted his eyes, and his chest trembled when he laughed.

It would be better if we could start a war!

The dignity that George W. Bush left behind must be picked up by the Democratic Party!

"Come on, let's have a drink?"

Vice President of JR Morgan: "What an honor!"

…

What the Yankees did in Mexico City soon appeared on Victor's desk, including the entire content of the negotiations.

"Traitor! Damn! Just a traitor!"

Even Victor, who had long known the shameless face of Mexican politicians, was so angry at this time that he smashed the ashtray on the ground. Casare next to him frowned and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw no other gaps.

"Have someone blow them up!"

Casare picked up the ashtray on the ground and wiped it with his clothes, "Boss, calm down, there is no need to vent your anger on the Yankees. If you ask me, if the Yankees want to build a concession area, then wait for him to build it, wait for him Once it’s built, it’s all ours.”

"Isn't Popovich a traitor? Then expose this contract. As long as you are a patriotic person, you can't stand it. Our justice is ours. Not all of the puppet government in the central region are drug dealers. There are also patriotic people. We can Thinking of inciting them to rebel."

Victor picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip, feeling slightly depressed.

"When things get more and more serious, we will declare those two as puppet governments and change the name of the United Mexican States to the First Republic. This will definitely attract the hearts of the people."

Victor's expression softened and he looked at him, "You are right. It seems that he has made great progress recently."

"It's all taught by the boss. If I follow you, I can always learn a bit of your skills. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to go out?"

"Come on, let's go outside and get some air."

Casare hurriedly responded, opened a door in the house, and saw a small green garden outside, about 400 square meters, with Victor's favorite cactus planted.

He believes that this plant is very resilient and can survive in places like the desert where birds don't poop.

So should people.

How can a man lament day and night while he is alive?

Sigh, sigh, your fortune will be gone.

"Our army is attacking too fast. Four states have fallen into our hands this year alone. If everything goes well in the second half of the year, Nuevo León and Zacateras will also be liberated. Our grassroots cadres are completely insufficient, and local There are still many drug traffickers who are fighting guerrillas in the deep mountains and forests, and the social order has also collapsed. The soldiers also need to rest and recuperate. They are too tired. We need to take it slow. "Casare is now the vice president, but he is fully responsible for the overall situation. Civil affairs facilities.

He visited several places, such as Juarez, the capital of Chihuahua state. The ruins were not completely cleared yet, and there were still many bodies buried underneath.

If the weather gets hot in summer, it would be strange if diseases don't occur.

Special medical teams and rescue teams were mobilized from Tijuana, and they had to distribute supplies to civilians and restore social order. It was really a mess.

And a place like Juarez that's been beaten up...

Four states surpassed 40 cities…

Many cities may be about to withdraw from the stage of history.

"We don't have enough food..."

Victor stretched out his hand, and Casare immediately shut up. He stood beside the balcony garden, holding the railing with both hands, overlooking half of Tijuana.

"I recognized an Eastern teacher. He told me a truth. Now is a great opportunity for the enemy to decline and for us to prosper. We must pursue the remaining enemies and liberate all of Mexico. We must not imitate the short-sighted people who separatized the south coast and established separatist forces. We It will take thirty years, ten years to conquer Mexico, ten years to build Mexico, and ten years to make Mexico glorious!”

"How many militia do we have?"

Casare counted on his fingers and said, "There are approximately close to 60,000 people."

"To mobilize the power of the people, we can recruit militiamen from villages and towns from stable states as reserves, and let them go to newly liberated areas to maintain stability and eliminate the remaining power of drug traffickers."

"If there are not enough officials, then we should promote those who do well. Who says you can't be mayor or governor at the age of 20?! As long as he has outstanding abilities, I will allow him to become the president at the age of 30! The capable ones will be promoted, and the mediocre ones will be demoted. Get out of here, mediocrity.”

"As for the ruins and corpses you mentioned..."

Victor pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Casare, "Our soldiers belong to Mexico and the Mexican people. Disaster relief is also our responsibility. We must care for the people as our own parents. No organization or individual is allowed to undermine military-civilian issues. We also require the mayor and officials in charge of civil affairs to be on the front line. We come from the people and we serve the people.”

In fact, European and American armies will also participate in disaster relief, but the extent is very limited.

Most of them are responsible for transportation, assisting in the identification of the deceased, handling the remains; handling animals related to the epidemic;

Maintaining the safety of key areas, facilities, and materials;

Providing food, water, garbage and wastewater treatment and other materials and logistical support for the public health medical system.

They also have special rescue teams, but these people are few and slow for the entire disaster area.

Mexico is also a frequent earthquake area...

"Just do it, don't have any pressure burden. If anyone has any suggestions, let him come to me and I will treat him to an ashtray." Victor patted Casare on the shoulder and said seriously.

Fatty Ka was so heartwarming.

"Have dinner with me in the evening. We brothers haven't had dinner together for a long time."

"Okay! There is a bottle of good wine hidden in my office. I'll get it. Have a drink in the evening?"

"Drink." Victor smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll get it right away, and ask the canteen to prepare something good."

After watching him leave, Victor turned his head, looked into the distance, and stood quietly.

A gust of wind blew.

The man didn't move at all.

Do you think anyone can carry the population of 11 states of nearly 60 million on their shoulders?

Victor can't fall down!

...

At night.

A little rain!

Some fog.

According to the assessment, it is not suitable for flying.

But Major General Zolf Sherman, the head of the Air Force, still ordered the bombing plan to proceed.

The three large military airports were all busy, and the ground crews were busy loading bombs, clearing the runways, and began to drive away birds.

"Durango Airport is ready!"

"Chihuahua Airport is ready!"

"Sinaloa Airport is ready!"

In the command post, Zolf Sherman heard the news from various airports, moistened his throat, and his chest was boiling with blood.

If nothing unexpected happens...

He will be on the history of modern military warfare!

If he loses, he will have to go to the war court.

I'm not afraid of him!

"Codename Curtis LeMay Barbecue Plan No. 1 is launched!" He issued an order and passed it to various airports.

Standing by the window, I saw an F14 on the runway in the airport, flashing lights and starting to taxi. This plane is very important. It is responsible for the lead plane, mainly to remind the rear group. If it encounters an aircraft blocking it, it will rush out first.

In addition, it provides coordinates for the bombers in the rear.

After arriving at the destination, it will drop flares, and the place where it is dropped is the place to be bombed.

6 British Vickers "Warrior" bombers took off in an orderly manner!

Five minutes after the plane flew at Durango Airport, planes from other states caught up.

Taking advantage of the foggy day.

Night attack on Zacatecas! !

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