Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 382: Kennedy pretends to be a skull—what the hell!

The Pentagon hasn't had a good night's sleep since Victor's "rise"!

The newly appointed...no, it should be said that the newly appointed Richard Bruce Cheney sat in the office, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

He couldn't even imagine...

He regained this position within just a few months.

Because of the "Black Hawk Down" incident that shocked the world during his tenure, many soldiers died in the century-old conflict between the United States and Mexico. He was dismissed from his post. Who knew that the newly appointed General Carl Vono knew that he was dead!

This made him fearful. If he had not "sensible" and retreated first, he might have held a memorial service. But just when he was about to take his old wife back to the farm to live in retirement, Acting President James Dan Quai came to visit in person. I hope he will act as defense minister!

No one wants to take over at this time!

"There are still four months until the election. After the election, I can leave." Richard Bruce Cheney said to himself.

If you continue to do this, your life will be short.

He just hopes to spend it peacefully...

Don't let anything happen again!

But as the old saying goes, the more you worry about something, the more it will come to you.

Dong Dong Dong~

The knock on the door is urgent!

Richard Bruce Cheney raised his head suddenly, his pupils looked at the door, shrunk slightly, held his breath, and half-opened his mouth. In panic, he wanted to hide under the table.

But I feel that this is not good, after all, it does not match my identity.

When he was hesitating, people outside had already opened the door and came in.

"Chief of Defense, Japan? What are you doing?"

Richard Bruce Cheney sneered and looked at the pen in his hand, "I dropped the pen just now. Let me pick it up. What's going on, why are you so flustered?"

The subordinate also remembered that he had something important to report, and hurriedly said, "The Japanese Navy destroyer "Hokkaido" had a conflict in the Gulf of Mexico. A missile hit the hull and asked us for help."

You just know it’s up to no good!

Richard Bruce Cheney had a headache.

Japan is famous for its filial sons and virtuous grandchildren.

Bush had a state banquet in Japan and vomited when he saw the sashimi. He thought that he was almost made into a "Japanese sashimi". The "Chichijima Incident" was simply appalling. The Japanese Prime Minister at the time was very worried about this "father". He almost reached out and ate the other person's vomit.

What is this called?

I don’t dare to say goodbye if I keep giving!

After MacArthur, Japan has always been the "little brother" of the United States in Asia. It can contain the Soviet Union's flanks. If a war is launched, the US military can take off from there.

But what about Victor...

That bastard!

If he doesn't respect martial ethics and has no PY when he gives birth to a son, you can't find a worse person than him in the United States.

If the US military comes to help, believe it or not, the so-called "peace agreement" will be torn up in one fell swoop, and fire will be fired towards the border!

Richard Bruce Cheney scratched his head angrily. He felt his scalp itching. He scratched it hard and complained, "Then why did the Japanese mess with Victor? Did they eat too much sashimi and get parasites?" Got it!"

The subordinate stood nearby and opened his mouth, "That's still some distance from Mexico's 12-sea territorial line. A conflict initiated by Mexico."

"One slap can't make a difference. If the Japanese weren't too arrogant, do you think Victor would find trouble with him? He must have a problem himself!"

Richard Bruce Cheney stood up and slapped the table and cursed, "The Japanese are just looking for trouble!"

The subordinates were dumbfounded.

Hey, no, Secretary of Defense, are you a Mexican spy?

But I did as expected.

My troops are strong and my horses are strong, and I have a great scholar to argue for me!

"No help! This matter is a conflict between Japan and Mexico. It has nothing to do with us." Richard Bruce Cheney refused decisively.

"Wouldn't that be good? After all, Japan is an important ally of the United States in the Asia-Pacific region..."

"The Soviet Union is dead, anyone can be our ally! Don't be troublesome."

Richard Bruce Cheney frowned and scolded, but maybe he also felt that his statement was not good, and pondered, "Blocking the signal from the Gulf of Mexico, as long as we can't receive it, it's not our fault."

“…”

The subordinate still wanted to say something, but looking at the expression on the defense chief's face, he could only nod his head. When he walked out of the office, he finally couldn't help but curse a few words in a low voice.

But it was no use.

The Pentagon still has the final say with the Secretary of Defense.

Inside the house, Richard Bruce Cheney looked out at the moon hanging high in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's been a troubled year."

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"Sir, no one responded!" The communications soldier's face began to turn pale and he was trembling when he spoke. Next to him, Otsuka Koji was equally desperate.

He knew that he had been abandoned!

"Surrender..."

he hissed.

All the soldiers in the bridge suddenly became quiet and looked at him with complicated eyes. They were all proud. Who was willing to surrender?

But who wants to die?

"Baga!!"

Just when Otsuka Koji was about to ask someone to raise the white flag, Vice Captain Yamamoto Momo and his men rushed in with his eyes scarlet, "Otsuka! Are you going to betray the country?"

"I have fought until the end."

"But you are not broken yet! Our navy should be silent along with the warships. There are no Japanese soldiers who have surrendered!"

Otsuka Koji frowned and looked at each other up and down. Yamamoto Yuu looked very traditional Japanese, bow-legged, short, with a sloppy face. He was also an "extremist" in the warship, and frequently asked for bombardment of the Soviet Union. Warship, because his father, grandfather and uncle were reportedly taken to Siberia to grow potatoes.

"Yamamoto-san, I am the captain, carry out my orders!"

"You should understand what mission we are performing in Hokkaido! Otsuka Koji! There is no way we will surrender!"

Bang~

Bang!

Chuchuchu!

As soon as Yamamoto Fumio pulled the barrel of the gun, the Type 89 rifle fired at Otsuka Koji!

As expected, Ke was very professional, he didn't talk too much, and he just started fucking him. He was absolutely crazy, and even screamed in his mouth. The latter was beaten into a sieve, and he fell to the ground without even uttering a sound.

The communications soldiers and radar soldiers next to them were also unlucky. They were all affected, and the radar screen was blown out.

"Captain Otsuka Koji is killed! Now I take over, counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" Yamamoto shouted.

It's like a trapped beast fighting, his eyes are scarlet.

Why did the "Hokkaido" travel from Asia to North America?

Just to visit dad?

No!

They are also responsible for transporting drugs!

Because of Victor's vigorous anti-drug campaign, Mexico's drug exports were cut in half, and many technical talents had no choice but to run away.

The drug business is extremely booming in the Middle East, Africa, and Asia, especially in the Golden Triangle.

But there are a lot of shares left in the U.S. and Canadian markets. Of course, many people are salivating, but sometimes the targets of smuggling ships are too big to cross the bay.

So, someone thought of using warships.

The "Hokkaido" contained 3 tons of drugs! ! !

Brought to the United States and sold for hundreds of millions of dollars...

And whose goods belong to this batch?

Otsuka Koji and others have no way of knowing. Maybe they are Japanese senior officials or American senior officials. Anyway, they are just serving as transportation captains.

And who is Victor?

What would he do if they found out about drug trafficking in the army after he surrendered?

Life is worse than death.

What Yama Fumio is most worried about is that if Otsuka Koji cannot bear it and says anything, his relatives in his hometown will really be invited to eat "purple eggs."

Kill Otsuka Koji first, and then die in the line of duty with the warship!

Even if you die, you can still get a reward.

Extremely selfish...bastard!

"Report to Tokyo that our unit had a conflict with the Mexican army and shot down three enemy aircraft. The Hokkaido is full of desolation. We are prepared to die and we will not bring shame to the empire!"

Yama Fumio said these words, and his expression became gloomy.

The officer next to him recorded these and hurriedly relayed them to Tokyo.

"The artillery continues!"

"Onboard!!"

Fumio Yama rushed to the deck, shouted heartbreakingly, took off his pants towards the fighter jets in the sky, exposed his XXXX, and cursed in his mouth.

The fighter pilot hovering above saw this SB standing on the deck below, waving his saber provocatively and getting a little cocky.

An F-15E rolled gracefully in mid-air and rushed downwards!

"Come on! Bastard! I'll chop you to death!!" Yamamoto Fumio yelled, holding a saber in his hand. He must be on drugs.

Who in the right mind would do this?

However, the Japanese themselves are not normal.

There are Takeo Kurita, nicknamed "Showa Running Man", and Yamaguchi Takan, the "Senior of the Ships," as well as Tojo Onji, the "Prime Minister of Showa", Masaharu Homma, the "Showa Girl", and so on...

It can be seen that the Japanese species does not work.

Today, Yamamoto Fumio is going to chop down the F-15E! ! !

Chug tug tug tug…

The F-15E cannon in mid-air fired directly downwards.

After a burst of smoke, a pile of rotten meat was seen on the ground, and the katana was rolled over.

The sailors on the deck and bridge looked at this scene in stunned silence.

Immediately afterwards, they panicked like their dead father, running around. Without the leader, they also lost their determination to fight. Some people started to snatch the rescue boat, and even beat each other. Some, seeing something wrong, screamed and jumped from the top. Come down.

It's like making dumplings.

And the "Hokkaido" finally, finally began to roll over!

"Run quickly, run quickly!!!"

"Don't leave me behind, add me..."

Heart-rending shouting began beside the lifeboats.

"Then no one should live!!"

A Japanese sailor opened the grenade, and with a bang, the crow took off.

The warship slowly fell silent, and the vortex formed sucked everyone in.

"Mission accomplished, return!"

The three F-15Es quickly left the battlefield and flew towards the airport.

This naval battle happens to be stuck in the Gulf of Mexico, so anyone with eyes can basically see it.

The puppet government in central China also received the news immediately.

The air raid sirens in Mexico City were sounded all day long!

The air defense troops pulled out their weapons, fearing that a large-scale attack would come at this time.

Popovich walked around the office, looking anxious.

"Brother, brother." Aldous Wendell ran in.

"How about it?"

"It's not against us, but there was a fierce battle between Japan and the Northern Army at sea. It's okay. They won't bomb us."

Popovich breathed a sigh of relief, but then he asked again, "How could the Northern Army conflict with Japan?"

"Victor's head is full of shit. Who knows what he is thinking? I think he will offend people all over the world sooner or later!" said Aldous Wendell.

"Send a letter to Tokyo for me, saying that Mexico has no intention of conflicting with Japan. It is entirely the personal behavior of the warlord Victor. We also welcome Japan to join the camp to eliminate Victor and defend regional peace together!"

"Brother, is it useful to find Japan? They are in Asia."

"The enemy of our enemy is our friend. If we want to overthrow Victor, we can't rely on our strength alone. If Japan agrees, we can invite them to station troops!"

Popovich still has some courage.

"Including Spain, Britain, France, etc., as long as they are willing, we can allow them to station troops!"

Anyway, they have all been sold to the United States, and there is no shortage of selling to other countries.

You can't lose your own authority!

It would be best if a small world war broke out in Mexico. I don't believe that the Northern Army can still pick on several countries at once.

"Where are the southern reinforcements?"

Aldous Winder hurried to the map and pointed to a place, "Brigade Commander Alex Phillips has broken through to China City, which is only 300 kilometers away from Monterey, and recovered 17 villages and 2 towns along the way."

"Go so fast? There was no exchange of fire on the road?" Popovich asked with a little surprise.

"It happened, but it was all sporadic, and according to what he said, the combat effectiveness of the 4th Marine Division of the northern rebels was loose, and they were completely vulnerable, and their fighting will was very poor. They ran away after the exchange of fire..."

"Why was Monterrey surrounded?"

Aldous Winder said softly, "Could it be that the local soldiers were even worse? It is said that Jose Andres Guardado is an illiterate. What does he know about military affairs? Right, the 4th Marine Division is said to have been newly established not long ago, and Rommel is an unknown person who has never been heard of. It is natural that he was killed in the bombing now."

"Brother, if the siege of Monterrey is lifted, then whether the Guardado family wants to continue to stay in the local area depends on your mood?"

Popovich nodded, although he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, "You are right!"

Hearing the praise from his eldest brother, Aldous Winder was also very happy, and he began to exert his military ability as a "martial saint".

Pointing to the states of Guanajuato, San Luis Potosí, and Quereta on the map, he said, "Brother, we are now going to launch a large-scale battle and gather the forces of the three states to launch a counterattack against Michoacan, Zacatecas, and Jalisco!" Seeing Popovich's shocked expression, he hurriedly said, "Listen to me first." "First, Zacatecas has just been burned and bombed by Victor, and nine out of ten houses are empty. The northern troops inside are unwilling to stay any longer. There are 200,000 refugees pouring into Guanajuato. What will happen to these people who lose their homes? We can give them weapons and then let them rush into Zacatecas. These people are not strong in combat, but most of them are local aborigines. Their endurance and familiarity are definitely better than those of the Northern Army, and they can fight guerrilla warfare. "

"Second, the Northern Army has few soldiers, and we can't let them continue to develop, otherwise we can only passively be beaten."

"Third, while Victor is still unsettled and local policies are sharp, we can fully mobilize public opinion stations and conduct propaganda to local people, especially since drug dealers still have a great influence in the local area."

"So, big brother, the above three points are evidence to prove that we will win!"

Popovich looked at Aldous Wendel like he saw a ghost, not knowing why his younger brother was so powerful.

"Did Mile teach you this?"

"How is it possible? I thought about it myself. Your brother has also made progress." Aldous Wendel saw that his elder brother didn't believe in him very much, and he felt a little jealous.

"Then do you know how much we have to give weapons to 200,000 refugees?"

"I've asked around. The Soviet Union is really in trouble now. One can of food can be exchanged for an AK47 and 10 bullets. If we need weapons, we can go there to find them. Aren't there some spare parts in the warehouse? Take them out first for emergency!"

Aldous Wendell spoke more and more smoothly, "And, brother, do you know how many armed personnel we have now?"

Popovich was embarrassed and shook his head.

He really didn't know.

"More than 80,000 people!"

The other party suddenly opened his eyes.

"Why are there so many people?"

"It's because Victor has gone against the grain and implemented collective punishment for drug trafficking. Many people can't survive and can only run to the south. Many of them were originally armed drug dealers, and their combat effectiveness is no problem."

"These 80,000 people rushed forward directly. Even if they were 80,000 pigs, the Northern Army would be scared to death!"

After hearing this, Popovich was excited and walked around in the office.

"Brother, the southern reinforcements are coming to Nuevo León. We have to show our fighting power, otherwise they will become the host in the future. As long as the battle line is widened, Victor will naturally collapse."

"Brother, don't hesitate, or things will change."

Aldous Wendell is like a gambler, just go all in!

Popovich stopped suddenly and turned his head to look at his brother. Aldous was startled, "Who do you think will lead these soldiers?"

The elder brother was tempted!

"Ask the Americans?"

"The Americans' techniques and tactics are just like that. They have no ability at all and their command skills are very poor. If they hadn't insisted on going their own way, do you think we would have been beaten like this by the Northern Army? They can defeat Iraq and Panama." It is the advantage in weapons, but now they are unwilling to provide us with new weapons, so in fact, if they come to command, they are a piece of waste. "

"Then who do you think is better?"

Aldous Wendell took a deep breath and pointed at himself, "Brother, let me do it."

"????"

Popovich stared blankly at his younger brother who had volunteered, and coughed, "You...are you in charge? No, no, no."

"Brother, will I, as your younger brother, still hurt you? This kind of war is easy to fight. Just go on a rampage and cause trouble within the other party. Eliminate the local forces. I also have a battle book. Can I show it to you?"

"Are you ready?"

"right!"

Popovich didn't quite believe in his younger brother's ability, but the other party was very sure of it, which made him hesitate. After thinking about it, he asked him to prepare.

"Don't worry, brother!"

Aldous Wendell jumped up happily and left without closing the door, like a child.

When Popovich saw this scene, he became even more worried.

When Aldous returned to the office, he said directly to his secretary, "Don't disturb me if anyone comes, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The female secretary nodded hurriedly.

Bang!

The door was closed, but opened again, and a "Do Not Disturb" sign hung on the door handle.

The female secretary didn't know why.

What is the second boss making trouble again?

Aldous Wendell sat on the chair, turned on the computer, and geared up.

At this time, the computer penetration rate was quite high in North America. In Mexico, wealthy families next door could certainly afford it, and their office efficiency was also very high, breaking the traditional sense of "trouble."

He turned on his computer and awkwardly clicked on the BBS forum.

I found what I was looking for in a category.

"Opinions and deductions about Mexico's drug war!" 》

There is a lot written densely on it.

And the "three reasons" Aldous Wendell just mentioned are found in this!

And above this, there are also combat deductions!

It’s simply astonishing!

"Next, it's up to me!" His eyes were shining and he started copying his homework.

However, it’s too outrageous for BBS to teach you how to fight! ! !

It's like JFK wearing a skull - holy shit!

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