Working as a police officer in Mexico

Temporary residence.

Rommel was discussing with several regiment commanders a military plan for total control of Tamaulipas.

"We want to control the capital. According to intelligence, there are about 500 local patrols in Victoria City, so there is nothing to fear. The important northern town of Matamoros is across from Brownsville in the United States. Try to avoid following them as much as possible. Conflict between U.S. troops…”

"Division Commander! Emergency call to the guard camp!"

A staff officer ran into the door and hurriedly handed the message in his hand to Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock. The latter glanced at it, frowned, and handed it to Rommel.

Just one sentence above.

"Our troops exchanged fire with the US military at Border Line 91, and the other party entered our territory within 50 meters!"

Seeing the solemn look on his face, Rommel looked at the regiment-level cadres present, and finally focused on the most capable Colonel Hermann Hoth. "Order the Guards Regiment to assemble and go to Border No. 91. The remaining troops 336 and 337 Arrive soon, other troops are on standby!"

"Master, what is my mission?"

Rommel glared, "You don't have to teach me how to do this. Go back, we are the only ones who make others suffer. Do you think our generals are very reasonable..."

"Ahem!" Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock heard from the side that the division commander had gone too far and hurriedly covered his mouth and coughed.

Rommel was agitated and changed the topic, "Don't be afraid, there are generals who will give us the truth!"

Victor: Thank you, it’s really an honor to have you!

Hermann Holt's eyes lit up when he heard this. He loved beating Americans the most.

Eat, sleep and dry your red neck!

"yes!"

…

Camp 91 at this time.

The guard battalion rushed into the American territory and started killing!

The TPz-1 armored vehicle fired a smoke grenade, and by the time the National Guard recovered, the guard battalion had already rushed in.

Each one of them was like a gangster, holding the machine gun down and shooting.

"This is Team C! This is Team C!!" A lieutenant held a communicator and hid behind the Humvee, shouting in horror.

The bullets struck the car body suddenly, and the sparks caused by the explosion made him extremely frightened.

National Guard…

When have you ever seen this scene? !

How does it compare with these guys fighting from the north to the south?

War is the best "sparring practice". If you survive one battle, you will be a veteran. If you survive five battles, you will be an elite soldier. If you survive ten battles, you will be a veteran.

During the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the U.S. military looked down on the volunteers and believed that the troops who had experienced the Northern Expedition, the Anti-Japanese War, and the Civil War were just rookies pecking each other.

However, on the battlefield, reality told them that if it were not for the weapon gap, MacArthur might have been buried with his pipe.

"Requesting support! Requesting support!!!" Before the lieutenant could finish speaking, a grenade was thrown from nowhere and rolled right to his feet. He stared instantly.

boom!

The crow is on a plane!

The power of the explosion dented the Hummer, and as for the tires... they were bulletproof.

Four members of the Guard hid behind the vehicle and fired. They did not dare to show their heads, so they raised their guns and shot with faith.

He was hit by a rocket launcher and blown to pieces!

Within a few minutes, this unit was almost completely dead.

"Quick! Order everyone to withdraw to the border, and bring some American corpses over." The battalion commander grabbed the deputy battalion commander next to him and said.

The latter was startled, but then he understood!

Dragging the corpse of an American soldier whose legs were blown off, he ran back, shouting, "Everyone drags one corpse back!"

The support from the US military is very fast, especially in Texas, where the people are strong and fierce. Of course, they used to be from Mexico, but it has been more than 170 years. It is impossible for them to have any idea of ​​returning to Mexico.

People are making trouble entirely for their own autonomy.

Texas has 23,200 armed forces, second only to California. After receiving the order for assistance, the nearby 3rd Squadron of the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment drove directly to the site of the incident.

But when they arrive.

Corpses everywhere!

There are U.S. troops in military uniforms, and there are stowaways and drug dealers in civilian clothes.

And over there, the guard battalion pointed their guns at each other, and the battalion commander shouted righteously, "Yanks! Do you want to start a war?"

"Don't go too far! Kill our civilians and rush into our territory. Do you think we dare not fight back!"

"Today, you have to give me an explanation!!"

"otherwise…"

The deputy battalion commander behind him pulled the bolt, and the muzzle of the anti-aircraft machine gun, which was as thick as a sling, was pointed at them. He pursed his lips, feeling... a sense of grievance that his territory had been violated.

The 3rd Squadron of the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment rushed over.

ah? (Dog head!)

Word of the border conflict quickly reached Tijuana and the White House.

"Boss, do we want to make a statement?" Casare's eyes were red and he hadn't slept well for several nights. He had been busy with logistics support. Only those who have served in this position know how much mental pressure there is.

I was so busy applying for supplies that I didn’t even have time to take a sip of water.

"What do we want to declare? Put me through the Pentagon. I want to ask them sternly why there is a conflict. Are they planning to tear up the agreement and start a new war?"

Casare suddenly realized it!

Yes, for this kind of thing, whoever speaks first and who takes the lead must seize the opportunity.

Anyway, there are only so many words, so grab them first and then talk about them.

He quickly called the Pentagon on his satellite phone.

We fight often and get to know each other well.

And in Arlington County on the Potomac River in southwest [Washington, D.C.].

Veteran Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney hasn't been sleeping well lately either.

There was still an image in his mind of George Bush holding his hand in the hospital and saying, "Clean up the CIA!"

When he walked out of the hospital in fear, his legs were so weak.

Did the old immortal get hit in the head? There are traitors in the CIA, so why are you cleaning up the CIA? You clean up the president. If you die, there will be no more traitors.

He now feels weak all over and has the urge to resign immediately and go home to raise pigs.

Domestic conflicts, the wide gap between the rich and the poor, racial discrimination, the constant influx of refugees, the fight between the two parties, etc.

Forget it, let’s fight the civil war!

He, the defense chief, is too tired.

By engaging the CIA at this critical point, you are really looking for shit!

He is now holding on tightly...

Resignation letter.

I quit, I'm done with it.

"Secretary of Defense! Secretary of Defense!" Suddenly, someone knocked on the door hurriedly. Richard Bruce Cheney hurriedly stuffed his resignation letter into a drawer and frowned, "Come in!"

A staff member opened the door and came in in a panic.

"What's wrong? Calm down, is there a fight?"

"Yes, Secretary of Defense, there was another conflict between the Northern Army and us. The front line reported that 17 members of the Texas National Guard were killed."

"What!!"

Richard Bruce Cheney's butt bounced up and he stared.

Ding ding ding~

The phone on the table also rang at the right time. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but it got louder and louder, so he had to grab it and said, "Don't call me now!!"

"Minister of Defense, call Tijuana."

Richard Bruce Cheney was silent for a moment, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Come in."

He heard two beeps from the other side, and then before he could speak, there was a roar from the other side.

“Yanks!!!”

"Fuck XM!"

"What do you want to do? Do you want to start a war?! You wait, I will let you wait for the anti-aircraft missiles. I will press the missile button and let me see how many missiles your Washington can take when it falls to the ground!"

"???" The old man's brain is down. He is not as easy to use as a young man now, and he doesn't understand the cause and effect. But looking at the angry look on the other side, it is obvious that they have suffered a loss.

Could it be...

Texas actively provoking?

"Don't worry, calm down, Mr. Victor, let me investigate this matter first, and I will definitely give you an answer."

"Calm down? You killed more than 20 of my soldiers, calm down, and also killed more than 100 of our civilians. Why do you want me to be so calm about this? You like to start a war, then, wait and collect the corpses in Texas tomorrow. Bar."

"Wait! Wait!"

Richard Bruce Cheney was really panicked when he heard this.

Victor is crazy!

Both the CIA and the FBI have profiled his psychology, and both believe that he is paranoid, mentally ill, persecuted delusional disorder, and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Anyway, any mental illness can be found in him.

And he doesn’t have a big picture view. If you make him unhappy, he will pick on you.

Richard Bruce Cheney's tone softened slightly, like a child, "Mr. Victor, you don't want to end your life, right? I will investigate this matter myself. If there are any problems, I will deal with them impartially."

"You also know that if a war starts, both sides will suffer, the progress war in Mexico will be interrupted, and the drug traffickers will rise again..."

"Then I will drag the United States to die together. I want to see if the Pacific Ocean can accommodate our population of nearly 300 million. By then, corpses may fill the ocean." Victor said lightly.

bet?

Not betting?

bet?

Grass mud horse!

Richard Bruce Cheney sighed, almost pleading, "Just give me some time."

He dare not ask Texas to apologize. The other party is the Lone Star State. If you disagree with him, he will jump up. Even if he is the Secretary of Defense, they will not tolerate you. Apologize? Rednecks don’t apologize!

As for asking Mexico to apologize?

He doesn't have this ability.

A dignified Secretary of Defense of the United States is now in a dilemma.

Victor smiled, with a casual tone in his voice, "Mr. Richard, I respect you and will give you 10 hours. I hope you can get a result. Also, if you feel uncomfortable staying in the United States, you can come to Mexico. Yes. Come to us and be the defense minister, and by the way, I can also give you an annual salary of 20 million US dollars!”

After saying that, he hung up.

Then Richard Bruce Cheney's mouth was trembling. He was not excited, but angry. Are you directly poaching him and making him treason? !

I am a five-star citizen! Four-star general!

"Prepare the plane for me, I'm going to Texas." He raised his head and looked at the staff in front of him and said.

"ASAP!"

"Yes, sir."

He also felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, so Sa Yazi ran to make arrangements.

The old man opened the drawer. He quietly looked at the resignation letter and the pistol next to it. He didn't know which part was wrong. He picked up the gun and pointed it at his mouth. But then he shuddered and put the muzzle of the gun again. Press on the legs.

But in the end, he just threw the gun on the table and gasped.

He still didn't dare.

It also takes courage to shoot.

He doesn't even have the urge to evade responsibility, what a pathetic person.

Victor on the other end smiled happily.

"Order the 32nd Missile Brigade to enter a combat position and launch missiles into the Gulf of Mexico and the Jesus María waterway at 8 a.m. tomorrow."

"Boss, is this too irritating to the Americans? We seem to be ignoring it..." Casare said with a sneer.

He knew that the sea channel was on the right side of the Mexican state of Maulipas, less than 60 nautical miles away from the United States. This was a threat.

"Be reasonable? I, Victor, am not recruiting troops just to be reasonable. Besides, we all live together in North America, so why should we be reasonable?"

It feels so reasonable.

As expected of the boss.

"Then tomorrow we will go to the front line to express condolences to the troops..."

"Proceed as usual."

Victor checked his watch and saw that he could still squint for another hour or two.

He stood up and said to Casare, "Let's go have breakfast, prepare some materials, and supervise Goebbels to finish the speech."

Fatty Ka gave a bitter smile.

He is a life of hard work.

Guanahua. Leon!

on the street.

Ye Jihuan looked at his watch. He was wearing a smart military uniform. The clothes of the Northern Army were very German, like officers wearing high collars.

Senior military officers even get tattoos of the Mexican flag.

At this time, there were more than two hundred people kneeling on the street, including men and women. In fact, they were all drug addicts.

"Get ready!" He saw that the time had reached six o'clock, there was light on the horizon, and the sun had risen.

Ye Jihuan was still too kind.

Let these bastards see the sun the next day!

"shot!"

Following his order, the machine guns behind him swept away two hundred people. Run?

hey-hey…

When I grabbed it, my hamstring was broken.

How to run?

What to run with?

I could only shed tears and howl miserably.

"Victor, you must die a good death!!!" A one-eyed dragon cursed loudly and then died with many bullet holes in his body.

"Cut off his head and hang it up! Chop the body into pieces and take it to the Christian church. If you dare to scold the general, I will let him die without rebirth." Ye Jihuan said with a gloomy face. With a wave of his hand, two soldiers rushed up behind him. When the knife fell from his hand, his head fell off.

Zhang Ziqiang shrank from the side, "Brother Huan, do you want to lick like this?"

"You have to lick your boss at work, otherwise how can you get a raise or promotion? We can't go back to the country now. You don't want to be pinned to the ground as soon as you get off the plane, so just follow the general and don't think about anything."

"loyalty!!"

Zhang Ziqiang's eyes twitched.

NMD, you shout loyalty better than Koreans.

He looked at the more than two hundred corpses on the ground. This was not the first batch, but the fifth batch. In other words, Ye Jihuan killed thousands of people!

Hold!

Zhang Ziqiang still remembers the resentment, pleading, hatred and madness in the eyes of many people before they died. Even now, he is trembling all over.

"Brother Huan." He suddenly shouted.

"Um?"

"You...are you not afraid that they will come to you as a ghost?"

Ye Jihuan was startled, looking at the other party's expression, and then raised his hand and slapped the other party directly on the head, "Ghost? Ghost N big head, I am a 30-year-old virgin with a boyish body, wearing a 5.56mm on my body, behind me The boss has a caliber of 400 mm and missiles. Why is it so durable?”

"Also, I believe in Taoism. I was a disciple of Longhu Mountain, and I still have a Taoist title."

"Huo Liren, Caliber layman, are you talking to me about ghosts?"

"Ah, you have a funny brain."

Zhang Ziqiang looked at Ye Jihuan, who was spitting feces from his mouth, and scratched his head.

"When I believe in it, I call him Amitabha. If I don't believe in it, I call him feudal superstition."

"I don't think you've ever been hit by a lot of iron fists. Today you're here to help me get rid of these corpses, and have them mopped clean! The air is filled with the smell of blood, which attracts bugs."

"Did you hear that?"

Ye Jihuan glared.

Zhang Ziqiang could only shrink his head and nod vigorously, "I heard it."

"Hmph, do it sooner!"

"You give me all the crap day by day."

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