Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare glanced at everyone present and whispered, "General, do you want to find out who wrote it?"

Call your job when there are many people!

"What are you doing? You're afraid I'll be pissed off." Victor smiled and waved his hands, "It just feels like we are the villains."

"Since they say I am a tyrant, then I will expose it to them. How many people are there in prison?"

"There are about 110,000 drug dealers."

"Kill them all!"

hiss!

The office gasped.

"If they want to liberate the drug dealers, then I will humanely destroy them." Victor said lightly, but the killing in his tone could not be hidden.

Victor didn't explain why, and they didn't ask.

But everyone knows that the coming battle will be protracted and bloody, and these drug dealers will only cause harm if they remain. If there is a war in the front and trouble in the rear, it is better to solve it.

As for sending it to medical research?

Do you dare to use the entrails of a drug dealer?

Many indicators are beyond the standard, and it will be a disaster immediately after replacing them.

"Leave this matter to..." Victor glanced at everyone, "leave it to the aftermath execution company."

Another "commercial company" whose name I have never heard of.

In fact, it is a "nursing home for disabled veterans" opened by the government. It is staffed by veterans from top to bottom. They are mainly responsible for helping the government deal with the corpses of "drug dealers".

We take money from the government every year to create value for society.

It is also the only non-governmental establishment that is officially allowed to be "armed". It has about 2,000 people and basically covers the entire Republic.

"Their drug dealers can call out people, and we who fight against drugs can also call out people. We released the "Anti-Drug White Paper" to show the ugly face of Popovich's puppet government to the whole world, and appeal to conscientious anti-drug fighters all over the world. Join our camp!"

"General, do you want to contact the Soviet Union?" George Smiley stretched out his hand and asked

“Do you want Star Wars to happen?”

The other party looked slightly embarrassed.

"Moreover, the Soviet Union is in no mood to cause trouble for the Americans now. They can't even protect themselves."

This sentence caused a silence in the office.

After entering 1991, the situation in the Soviet Union took a sharp turn for the worse!

There are already two countries in the first half of the year, Lithuania and Georgia.

And Victor knew that after August, there would be a wave of secession. Everyone could see that the Soviet Union was on its last legs and did not want to die with him.

At this time, who has the courage to send troops to support Mexico?

Even if some hardliners in the Soviet Union had contacted Victor before, hoping to get help, but how?

The capitalist roaders and the traitorous party have been hanging high, and class conflicts have obviously caused internal instability.

The only way now is to disintegrate.

save?

A loving father has to receive two slaps when he comes.

"Starting today, a temporary coordination camp will be established. Horatio Herbert Kitchener will serve as the commander-in-chief and will be fully responsible for commanding operations against the puppet government. Kennedy will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief, and Erich Ludendorff will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief. command."

"Kwaukmot and Casare acted as logistics coordinators."

"Activate the Provisional War Mobilization Act!"

"Gentlemen, the opposition's bullets are shooting at us. The only way to protect our new regime is struggle!" Victor looked at them and said softly, "Please!"

…

The village of Seborn, 20 kilometers north of Tijuana and only 6 kilometers from the U.S. border, is a favorite place for drug traffickers to settle.

Of course, that was before, now...

Who dares to commit a crime here?

At noon, it was a little hot.

You can see the farmers carrying hoes smiling at each other and walking back. Although everyone is sweating, everyone is very happy.

They have their own land!

"Dad, the potatoes will be ripe in two days. Then we will take them to the town and sell them to the supply and marketing cooperative. Then we will repair the house. After my brother graduates from junior high school, he can enter the factory for internship. By then, we will live It can be better." A young man with a simple appearance, who looked like he was in his early 20s, said with a smile.

Next to him was a lame middle-aged man. The grooves on his face looked like knife carvings. He had a cheap cigarette in his mouth. He smiled when he heard his words. He was also blind in one eye and had a smile on his face in the other. Desire for life.

The two walked home. There were tables placed in the yard. A girl was painting. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and her eyes lit up, "Dad, brother!"

He said and ran over.

The honest young man lifted her up with a smile and turned her around in a circle, and the laughter like silver bells resounded all around.

"Gina, stop hugging your brother, go wash your hands and get ready to eat." A woman wearing a scarf walked out of the house, holding dishes in her hands, and said with a smile.

The latter responded and climbed off his brother, shook his braid and went to wash his hands.

Just as the family was preparing to eat, they heard the loudspeaker sounding in the village, "Members of the militia, please come to the village meeting room as soon as possible."

The honest young man stood up and said, "Mom, Dad, I'll go there first."

"Go ahead."

"Rhodri, corn with roots."

"No, I'll be back soon."

After the young man finished speaking, he ran away and could see many young and middle-aged people running away.

"What is this?" the woman murmured.

When Rodri and several companions ran to the conference room, they saw the village chief and several village cadres sitting with serious expressions.

"Are you all here? Then let me tell you the truth. According to Tijuana's Act 3, the "Provisional War Mobilization Act" will be activated. All militiamen will be transferred to the army and report to the local armed office within two days!"

"All personnel are managed according to wartime conditions!"

The village chief took the document and said briefly, "The 37 militia members of our Seburn Village will be incorporated into Company F, 6th Regiment, 7th Division Reserve. If there is no problem, please come and sign."

fight? ! !

The militiamen below stared.

"Village...Village Chief, we are the militia."

"The militia is not a soldier anymore? Duncan, you come first."

"Dad..." A young man below said in embarrassment.

"Dad, my name is company commander. From now on, I am the company commander of the village soldiers of Seburn, and you are my soldier. Do you understand?" The village chief glared, quite powerful, and the young people were a little frightened.

Just as the other party slowly walked up, a figure passed him, directly picked up the pen on the table and signed his name.

"Rhodri?!"

"Company Commander, I've signed. I want to go home and say goodbye to my parents first." The honest young man pursed his lips and looked very serious.

The village chief stared at him, "Go ahead, you will be the deputy commander of our company from now on."

"Yes!" Rodri saluted and left the conference room.

"Next!"

When he returned home, his parents had already finished their meal, and his sister Gina was still holding the bowl and gnawing on the bones. When she saw him coming home, she grinned widely and there was still rice on her front teeth.

"You're back? What did the village chief ask you to do?" the woman asked curiously.

"Our militiamen have been put into reserves. There is going to be a war. We are going to the front line."

lie!

The woman didn't catch the bowl in her hand and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces. Her face turned pale, "War? No! No! I want to go find the village chief."

"The village chief led the team himself, and his son also joined," Rodri said.

"Why is this happening? It took a lot of effort to calm down for a while. Why is there a war..." The woman covered her face and cried, with red eyes. She suddenly looked at her husband, who was frowning next to her, "Let's go, get out of here."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"       "Mom!"

Both men looked at her.

Rodri took a deep breath and looked serious, "Where can we go? Is it difficult to go and be bullied by those drug dealers again? Have you forgotten what happened to dad's eyes and feet? Those bastards won't treat us as human beings. "

This reminds the woman of a bad past.

Originally, the Tijuana drug cartel that was circling here asked for "human body drugs" to be transported to the United States, so they blackmailed some villagers and asked them to do things. But Father Rodri refused, and his legs were broken while he was still alive, and his eyes were also punched. Poke it off with a toothpick.

At that time, life was worse than death...

"General Victor gave us food, clothing, and even our little brother could study for free. He even gave us land, and he also canceled the agricultural tax. Mom, didn't you tell me that I have to be conscientious? Where else in Mexico can I have a better life?" A better place here?”

"America? They will just think of us as refugees without a country."

"The South? They want drug dealers."

"Only here is our root."

Rodri smiled freely and said, "Besides, I won third place in shooting, running and obstacle all-around in the all-reserve competition. If I get military medals again, I can go directly to the military academy for further training. By then, you will all Can enjoy the blessing!”

Some people are afraid, and naturally some people are happy to hear about the war!

The North's "military merit" is greater than anything else.

As long as you kill more enemies on the battlefield, you will be rewarded.

This is one of the reasons why the morale of the Northern Army is so high.

Which officer was not killed?

When his father heard what Rodri said, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "A man must go out and protect what he wants to protect."

"Let's eat."

The dark clouds of war surrounded this small family. Although the mother was reluctant to part with her son, she still wiped away her tears and prepared the things.

Rodri has changed into military uniform and has the rank of sergeant. This is the reward he received after winning the competition.

"elder brother…"

His sister Gina pulled his finger, and when he lowered his head, he saw the other party holding a piece of paper and handing it to him, with his glasses open, "This is a family portrait I drew. Remember to miss us."

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the house is very short, but on the left, a family of four is holding hands with each other, and there is a puppy squatting next to it.

"You have to be good at home." Rodri patted her head and carefully stuffed the painting into his jacket pocket.

"Well, I must be good." Gina didn't know why, she just wanted to cry. She always felt that her brother was going to be out for a long, long, long time...

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving." Rodri saluted and turned around resolutely.

In that village, a troop carrier was waiting, and many people in military uniforms boarded the vehicle under the watchful eyes of their parents, wives, and children.

"Rhodri! Rodri!"

He heard someone calling him, turned his head, and saw his father running over, stuffing dates into his hand, "Be careful along the way."

"Get in the car!" the village chief shouted, and everyone ran into the car and sat inside. Rodri looked outside.

The lame father stood here for a long time, watching his son leave.

Rumble~

The engine revved and the car slowly left.

"Rhodri, your dad is still watching you." The companion next to him bumped him with his elbow. He raised his head, but after a turn, he could no longer see clearly.

Take the date in your hand and put it in your mouth.

It's so sweet.

It's just like life now, so sweet.

…

"You're going to join the army?" Casare frowned and looked at his brother standing in front of him.

Felix nodded, "I want to go to the front."

"You have to understand what you are saying. You are now the general's guard. It won't be long before you are the chief guard. You have a bright future. You don't have to go to the front to fight with others."

"Brother!"

Felix interrupted him, "But what's the use of getting it this way?"

"It's not time for us to enjoy it yet. My country and my nation are in crisis. I am also a soldier, and I am your brother. If others know that the children of our Gonzalez family only seek pleasure, it will be the greatest shame."

"We came from the civilians and we have to return to the civilians. The country is yours, but it is also mine."

"Let me go, to the most dangerous place!"

Casare lowered his head quietly, then stood up, helped Felix tidy up his clothes, and patted him with satisfaction, "Don't embarrass me, where are you going?"

Turning his head back, he wiped the corners of his eyes.

Mom...

You see, my brother has grown up.

Eaglets can also spread their wings to protect the blue sky.

…

On June 27, 1,500 French Foreign Legion soldiers entered Mexico from the United States and expressed their willingness to join the fight against Victor’s regime. Popovich gave a speech.

On June 28, two British Invincible-class aircraft carrier fleets entered the Pacific Ocean and announced that they would conduct military exercises there. The exercise area included the waters of Baja California, Mexico, only 20 nautical miles away from the nearest island!

On June 29, the Spanish Foreign Legion announced that it would send a 600-member military observation group into Mexico.

On the same day, NATO will send a 20-nation observation group to intervene and provide the United Nations with advice on whether it is necessary to send troops for peacekeeping.

In the border area, Popovich has 150,000 soldiers and plans to push across in one fell swoop!

And the efficiency of the First Republic is also beyond reproach.

In two days, a total of 4 reserve divisions were established, with a total of more than 60,000 people!

They mainly cleaned the battlefield, carried out small-scale attacks, escorted logistics, etc., and regular troops were still needed to fight hard battles.

Brazil and Venezuela, members of the "Anti-Drug Alliance", did not send troops to help. Even though the workers' leader Nicolas Maro Moro led people to protest, they remained indifferent and the government refused to send troops.

However, there were helpers.

Some "anti-American groups" in South America said they could join the First Republic to help fight, but they needed to be given enough money and respect, as well as some privileges.

"They are just asking for trouble!" Victor slammed the document in his hand on the table and snorted.

It was a request made by Alfonso Cano, the leader of the Colombian People's Army, that the First Republic recognize them, provide $10 million in aid every year, and help them attack the government.

Secondly, they wanted to get two ports in Mexico with a lease term of 99 years.

It was simply a lion's mouth.

Doesn't Victor know what kind of people the People's Army is?

After the drug epidemic in Colombia in 1980, when the Soviet Union was shrinking its tentacles, the People's Army under the leadership of the Colombian left began to intervene in the drug business because of lack of money. It soon became corrupted into a military group that kidnapped politicians and sold drugs.

They are not clean at all, and they are just disgusting themselves.

"How many soldiers do we have now?"

"120,000 regular troops and 60,000 reserves, but our defense line is too large to prevent attacks from the sea, land and air, especially the British aircraft carrier fleet, which is almost sleeping next to us." Horatio Herbert Kitchener's face darkened slightly.

"I suggest that we strike first and kill them!"

"Hit the air force, take off from Baja California, bomb them, kill the navy, and we can put our strength on land."

Victor stopped breathing.

His eyes began to glow red.

"They are too close to the coastline, and the MK7 406mm main gun can also hit them."

42 kilometers away, why don't you kill me?

"General, victory is mine!"

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