Working as a police officer in Mexico

Good guy!

Face fruit user?

Victor finally met today.

It turns out that this is how the other party... strongly demanded the Northern Army to retreat?

But who is Emperor Wei?

If you don't see a rabbit, you won't let go of the hawk.

Will I leave if there is no benefit?

"Mr. Rumsfeld, I haven't had time to congratulate you on becoming the new Secretary of Defense, but you said you asked me to withdraw, and I will go back. This is very embarrassing for me." Victor put his feet on the coffee table and smiled. explain.

"Then what do you want?"

"The Rio Grande belongs to Mexico."

"You fart! You...impossible!" Rumsfeld said excitedly.

The Rio Grande almost straddles the border between the two countries and is an important "lifeline". The farmland between the two countries depends on it for watering. If it were gone, those farmers would kill themselves.

What is a farmer?

That's not a farmer!

That's the middle class. Those people can go to "Lo" with guns. If you cede the Rio Grande today, your heads will be placed on the street tomorrow.

"Then let's rent it!"

"How about 1999!"

"And I can promise you that as long as you are in your position, we promise not to take action or conflict with the United States. I heard that Bush is not in good health. He must step down and replace him with a healthy person. You, the United States, cannot find a supervisor." People who can't stop peeing, right, hahaha..."

"If the new defense minister is not you, I will cause trouble. If it is you, I will be safe. How about that?"

What they are playing is to "raise the bandits to respect themselves!"

Donald Rumsfeld originally had curse words in his throat when he heard the 99-year lease, but when he heard the proposal later, his expression suddenly became tangled.

He is a man who loves power!

Otherwise, it won’t jump at any time...

In 1963, he was appreciated by the "American God Sect" Nixon.

He held key positions in the Nixon administration and served as White House chief of staff in the Ford administration.

In 1975, Ford made an exception and promoted Rumsfeld to serve as Secretary of Defense, setting a record for the youngest Secretary of Defense in U.S. history.

He has a very good relationship with the Republican Party and almost always wears a pair of pants, but what if the Democratic Party comes to power?

My butt hasn't warmed up yet. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I were replaced?

Of course there have been cases in history when the president and the secretary of defense were not of the same party, but that was basically when the latter was relatively strong.

if…

There is help from outside and prestige from within…

Donald Rumsfeld said it was impossible not to be moved.

When Victor felt the pause in the tone, he knew that the other party must be moved, but he was still worried.

"Sir, Belsaria and I have a very good relationship. Maybe one day I will have to call you grandfather, and we can talk openly." He sat up slightly and motioned to Casare to close the window.

"The interests of the United States and Rumsfeld's interests do not coincide. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the United States will be the only one in the future. It will definitely be a period of growth. If Mexico and Mexico hurt each other, no one will be better off, right?"

"Yes, you want to say that Mexico cannot defeat the United States now, and I admit that, but if the battlefield is brought to the United States or North America, within ten years, the United States will no longer be the hegemon. Someone in Europe or Asia will always stand up. At that time, if the Soviet Union dies, it will become a more difficult opponent, and it will not be as easy to talk to as me. "

"If I give birth to a child with Bersalia in the future, he will also have the blood of the Vieri family and Rumsfeld. Do you think he will hope to run for president of the United States?"

"Can he lead the Rumsfeld family to become a new political family? Your family will be safer with an outside force like me, right? It won't be like the Kennedy family, where only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled will die."

The old man on the other end of the phone was a smart man. When he heard these words, the corners of his eyes trembled hard. This...this...

His mouth was a little dry.

The Kennedy family looks very prosperous, but the "death curse" hangs high above their heads. Don't expect their competitors to be clean. In order to gain power, there are a lot of dirty things in American politics!

He could even kill his wife himself.

As for who…

Not much to say.

If the Rumsfeld family had a "violent foreign aid" like Victor, assuming that Victor could live to be 60 years old, there would still be 30 years left. These 30 years would be able to bring the family to a new peak.

A son-in-law and half a son...

Thump thump thump…

The heart beats very fast.

"Bramo will have a rest the day after tomorrow. He will travel to Mexico. Please take good care of him." The old man spoke.

I have taken all the annual leave for my eldest grandson, and of course I have to discuss the specific matters in person.

"Of course there is no problem. He is safe in Mexico. You can rest assured about the security in the north."

"It's impossible to lease the Rio Grande to you. You can let the company run for the management rights of the river. In about half a year, the original company will expire." The old man said casually, "Within the principle, I can give you help."

For the sake of his own family, Donald Rumsfeld still chose to betray American interests. How could there be so many patriots...

Anyway, no one in Europe or the United States can die for the United States.

It's all business!

The world is full of hustle and bustle, all for the benefit of others. Everyone in the world is here for profit.

What the ancestors said is correct.

"Thanks!"

"Before two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the Northern Army will withdraw to the national border."

Victor also made a promise.

After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone on the sofa and looked at Casare, "The old man plans to let his family die with the country."

"Boss, then aren't we the bodyguards of the Rumsfeld family?"

"Bodyguards are bodyguards, and it's only true that there are benefits. As long as we can reach an agreement, the old man will give us a lot of good things in this position. The most important thing is that during his tenure, he will never support the southern drug traffickers government again. He will even help us win this war on drugs quickly!"

"After the national liberation, a country with a population of 200 million will support him from behind. Do you think he will not be tempted?"

Casare frowned, he still couldn't figure out why this cooperation was so "easy"...

It was even a bit of a joke.

I couldn't figure it out, I really couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, help me order a big bouquet of flowers and send it to Belsaria Newspaper. Ask someone to write a love letter for me, but it's a little corny."

"Boss, this is not sincere enough."

Victor pointed at him with a smile, "Only poor people talk about sincerity, and they find things that are illusory more precious."

There is some truth in it.

Casare scratched his head and was about to leave the office, and Victor shouted behind him again, "By the way, have someone bring Caesar and his mother to Mexico City and keep a close eye on them."

"Okay, boss."

Some people know that Victor has a son, but there are rumors outside, because Krista Schroeder has not been seen for a long time, and some people speculate that he has "kept" her.

Being a son is not that easy.

In Mexico City, there is a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps. There are three or four Hummers on a street accompanied by anti-aircraft machine guns. Who dares to make trouble?

If you have a tattoo on your arm, you will be pulled and questioned for a long time.

But it is really not easy to pull out the rats hiding in the sewer.

How many people live in the capital and its vicinity?

23 million people!

It was really unexpected that Guderian managed to do it with just one regiment, otherwise he would not have been promoted to major general, and now he is also the military commander of the capital!

Everyone knows that a new military star is rising.

23 million people, if the drug dealers really defend it, they will definitely have no problem holding on for four or five months, dragging a bunch of people as cannon fodder...

But Popovich's death and the rapid advance of the Northern Army have long crushed the drug dealers' psychological defenses, and they all dispersed.

But it is also good that Mexico City and the ancient buildings in the city have not suffered much damage.

Victor should give Popovich a "Best Peace Award".

Thank you for dying early.

Chimahuacan comes from Nahuatl, the indigenous language of Mexico, which means "the place of the shield".

This city, founded in 1259, has had a strong influence in Mexican history, but now it is known for its huge slums.

6 million poor people live in self-built houses, some of which are even made of plastic, and the air is filled with a foul smell.

Here you can see that people are not fair to each other.

The only fair thing is that whether you are on the top of Wall Street or in the gutter of Chimahuacan, you drink the same can of Coke.

At the entrance of the slum street, there are signs.

"Please do not take photos!!!"

"Accompanied by a local!!!"

These are all marked by the government in the past.

The main reason is that some tourists are too stupid. After entering with curiosity, they take DVs and take pictures everywhere. Good guy...

You also take pictures of drug dealers trading, and you take pictures against them. Will they let you go?

Some idiots bring local tour guides. The other party has persuaded them many times, but they still don't listen, so they kill the guide.

Even if the police come, they have to follow the rules.

Unless...

You come in a tank.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The engines of 6 M48 medium tanks, 4 TPz-1 armored vehicles and 6 M551 light tanks were shaking like old machines.

Behind them were 2 battalions, a total of more than 2,000 soldiers, armed with weapons and fully armed.

The purpose of their trip...

To deliver medicine and food to the slums and publicize policies.

If you listen, then I will talk. If you don’t listen, then I will cut off your ears and talk to your ears with a loudspeaker!

Af Eichmann, who was wearing a clean suit, polished his leather shoes to a shine, and sunglasses, looked at the empty space, raised his eyebrows, turned his head and asked a fat man next to him, "Didn’t you notify everyone?"

The fat man wiped the sweat from his face, 'No, no, no, I notified them. I have told the people that there will be supplies today and asked them to come quickly. ’

Af Eichmann smiled, and the scar on the corner of his mouth was pulled, making him look ferocious. “It seems that they are not used to giving me face.”

This man is incredible!

The battalion commander of the 5th Regiment, nicknamed “The Butcher!”, why did he catch Guderian’s eye? When he was in Torreón, he served as the chairman of the slum committee, mainly responsible for…cleaning up garbage.

He did a great job.

The population of Torreón slums was reduced by half that day!

The government is in good order, and the people are harmonious, and the road is free of looting.

This is also one of the reasons why he was sent here. With a population of 6 million in Chimahuacan, someone has to do the dirty work.

“Sanders!” Af Eichmann shouted, and a captain responded, “Take your two platoons and follow me to visit the fellow villagers.”

“Yes!”

"The rest of the people guard the place, go on defense, and protect the supplies. If anyone is sneaking around, I will shoot them."

The fat man next to him sneered, this...the murderous intent of the Northern Army was too strong.

"Let's go, there are no thorns around here." Af Eichmann patted him on the shoulder, "As a village leader, don't tell me that you don't know, then I will hang you on the tank."

"I know! I know!" The fat man trembled, "There is a family that is very good at dancing, and I know they are also selling drugs!"

Af Eichmann's eyes lit up and he said, "Lead the way."

The leader of the other party was walking in front. He could feel the eyes looking out from inside the house. He also understood that he was completely tied to the Northern Army. If they collapsed, these people would definitely find a way to kill them. own.

Anyone who betrays the rules of the ghetto must die!

The fat man took Af Eichmann and his party to the door of a two-story building, pointed and said, "This is the owner of the house."

This household is obviously very strong and has a small yard.

There was a hunting dog at the door. Seeing so many people outside, he was not afraid. Instead, he stood up and roared, but it was chained... but his eyes were blood red, and he wanted to eat people.

"Knock on the door." Af Eichmann nodded.

A corporal went over and patted the door hard, "Come on, open the door, I'll give you something warm."

I shouted several times in succession, but there was no movement.

"No, there must be someone in their house..." The fat village chief said with a frown.

Af Eichmann raised his head and saw a figure passing by on the second floor.

Afraid to see people?

There must be something fishy!

"Break the door!" Af Eichmann said coldly.

"Boss, what's the excuse?" Captain Sanders asked in a low voice. This was not because he had no eyesight, but because he knew the other party's quirks.

Before looking for trouble, there must be a legitimate reason.

According to Af Eichmann, that is: "We are regular troops, not bandits. Robbery is also called tax collection. Do you understand?"

He glanced at the dog and said, "Does that dog look like it's on drugs?"

Captain Sanders was startled and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"picture!"

"Then there must be something fishy here, the door is broken, the dog is on drugs, how can that person pay back?"

"Bazooka! Target the second floor..." Captain Sanders yelled, and a soldier behind him came over carrying a Soviet RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher, aiming at the second floor, phew~~

boom! ! !

The roof exploded in one go.

"Go, go, go!" Captain Sanders shouted, and rushed in with two squads.

The village chief looked on stunned.

Damn...

What about using a rocket launcher to break into your house?

He grunted and swallowed, his whole body trembling with cold in the summer.

Captain Sanders ran upstairs, where there was ruins...

The Soviet RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher is awesome!

There were four corpses lying on the ground, all in pieces. It was impossible to run away in such a narrow space at such a close distance.

"Boss, there's something in the toilet!" a soldier shouted.

Captain Sanders ran in, opened the door, and saw a shocking scene inside. Drugs were stacked more than 1 meter high, and there was a man lying on the ground next to him, clutching his stomach, but he was still alive... good luck.

The toilet is full of flour.

Oh haha…

Knowing that he was going to die, he planned to dispose of the stolen goods?

Sanders lifted the man up and put the muzzle of the gun against his head. The man's face was covered with dust and his eyes shrank in horror.

"Don't... don't kill me..." His voice was weak, but his desire to survive made him take a breath and said hurriedly, "I have information... I will surrender!"

"I have a roster! I have a smuggling list of Kimahuakan hidden under the bed!"

Sanders squinted and glanced at his subordinates. The two soldiers hurriedly looked through it, and finally found a black notebook among the bombed garbage. They dusted off the dust on it and handed it over.

The captain just rolled his eyes twice before his eyes lit up, "Drag him down!"

He ran downstairs first and handed the notebook to Af Eichmann, "Battal Commander, take a look."

The latter was opened, and there were dense writings inside.

"Cosa Nostra September cargo 300kg."

"The Blood Gang's cargo in September is 700 kilograms."

"The Cripple Gang...

"MS-13..."

“The Guatemalan government…”

“The Haitian government…”

“U.S. Border Agency…”

Af Eichmann narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that there are still very secret transportation channels hidden in Mexico."

"Report to the top."

"We don't have enough people. In such a big slum, we don't have enough people."

Captain Sanders nodded, heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw the drug dealer being carried down.

"There's still one living person left."

"Don't kill me, sir... sir, I can be an informant!" the other party cried, so scared that he peed.

"It stinks." Af Eichmann waved his hand, turned his head and left.

Captain Sanders was stunned, staring at the drug dealer with sinister eyes, and then looked at the frightened dog with its tail between its legs.

"Chop him into pieces!"

"Feed the dog!"

“Drug dealers deserve to die!!”

"No!!!! Spare...spare my life!!!"

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