Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 411 The economy is the underlying structure!
buzz~
A UH-60 utility helicopter hovers over the Chimahuacan slum.

Written on the fuselage: "Mexico Press Group."

Legendary war correspondent Hernandez, wearing earmuffs, overlooks the city, with a photographer next to him facing his face.

Because of his long-term reporting on Mexico's anti-drug forces and his long-term work on the front line, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, the second tier of the medal. He was the only "non-military" person to receive this honor under the Cuauhcmote regime.

"We are now seeing the 21st block of Chimahuacan, where there are 17 large, medium and small gangs, among which the Aryan Brotherhood is an extreme white terrorist organization that takes pleasure in hunting people of color. They are involved in drug trafficking, subversion of the regime, organ smuggling, and all kinds of evil!"

Hernandez's face was solemn. "The government forces will definitely wipe out these bastards who are bringing disaster to the country and the people!"

After they entered Mexico City, things were different. They were no longer called the Northern Army but the Government Army, which represented their legitimacy.

Sooner or later, the small southern court will be destroyed by you.

Hernandez's disparaging remarks caused an uproar in California, the Aryan Brotherhood's stronghold.

San Quentin maximum security prison in California.

This is the "holy land" of the Aryan Brotherhood, where they were founded.

A fat man with a fat head and big ears, who looked fierce, was sitting in the cafeteria, chewing a hamburger vigorously. The juice was dripping from his mouth onto the bear hair on his chest, and a piece of hand bone was hanging around his neck.

"Damn, this reporter is so arrogant!" A prisoner watching TV nearby couldn't help but speak up.

The fat man paused, turned his head, and hooked his finger at the prisoner. The prisoner was startled, and quickly came over and flattered, "Big Brother."

But before he could finish his words, the fat man grabbed his head and slammed it hard on the table, knocking him unconscious.

"Don't talk while eating. Didn't your mother teach you that?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt like a hair dryer, leaking air.

The supervisor in the distance frowned slightly when he saw this scene, but then he walked away fearfully, pretending he didn't see it.

This person is incredible.

Barry "The Baron" Mills!

One of the "three founders" of the Aryan Brotherhood!

In 1979, in a prison in Atlanta, when a gang member was cheated in a drug deal, "Baron" Mills almost cut off the con man's head. At that time, he also had a conflict with the guards. The Aryan Brotherhood stabbed 17 people to death, including 11 black gangsters in the same prison, and became famous overnight.

Later, the Aryan Brotherhood became larger and larger, and "Baron" Mills controlled the gang in prison. They were different from ordinary gangs, as they used "Nietzsche's thoughts" to rule the gang.

"Baron" Barry Mills raised his head and looked at the TV, with fierceness in his small eyes, "Find someone to kill him."

"No one can insult us!"

“Especially the Mexican chowder!”

The younger brother standing behind him nodded and said that killing a reporter was not that easy.

boom! Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, gunshots were heard on TV.

Everyone looked over and saw that the gangsters in the Chimahuacan slums had already discovered the helicopter. They were on the rooftops and roads, holding AK47s and firing at the sky.

Hernandez was startled, and the accompanying police officer grabbed his arm and pulled him into the plane.

"Well done! Fuck him! Fuck this stinky reporter!"

In the prison, the members of the Aryan Brotherhood were shouting, and "Baron" Barry Mills raised the corner of his mouth, but his happiness did not last long.

On the other side of the helicopter, a police officer was holding a Vulcan cannon and firing at the area below.

Da da da da da da!

The gangster on the rooftop couldn't dodge in time and was blown up, with his head and body flying everywhere.

"Fuck! Fuck!" "How come the Mexican News Group has a Vulcan cannon? These are not journalists at all, they are police officers!"

"What despicable Mexicans!"

"Hold!"

Don't talk about martial arts!

The UH-60 general-purpose helicopter flew away arrogantly.

The Aryan Brotherhood members below were furious.

The helicopter flew to the outskirts and landed in a square. Four or five logistics soldiers came over to help.

"How was it? How was the scene in the Chimahuacan slums?"

Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model, commander of the 179th Regiment, asked Hernandez.

"The atmosphere was very tense. No one was seen on the streets. My personal guess is that our propaganda policy made people excited. The gangsters forced them to stay indoors. The water cut had a great impact, making it very suitable for launching attacks."

Hernandez spoke clearly and skillfully.

In addition to being the editor-in-chief of the Mexican News Group, he is also a member of the Workers' Party founded by Cuauhcmote, the editor-in-chief of the All-Mexican Radio and Television News, and the deputy director of the Intelligence Department of the "Information Bureau"...

Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model nodded slightly when he heard his opinion and looked at his watch. "Adjutant, order the entire regiment to be fully armed. In thirty minutes, the first battalion will lead the charge from the west side of the "Morse Hotel"!"

"Slow, steady!"

"Our mission is to liberate the area within one kilometer and provide support for follow-up troops..."

"Captain, commander!"

Just as he gave the order, the chief of staff roared and ran over, panting.

"what happened?"

"Divisional order." The chief of staff handed him the intelligence and said, "Order our troops to advance 3 kilometers, occupy the "Benito Pablo Juarez Garcia" Square, and assist the local civilians in resisting the gangs."

"Because of the lack of water and electricity, as well as the oppression of the gangs, the civilians in Block 6 of Chimahuakan rioted! They killed the 11 gang members who were guarding them and occupied the flat to fight back."

at last……

Finally, someone rose up in rebellion.

Do you think all the people in the slums are good people?
They can also be murderers and gangsters!
If you allow them to go freely, they will even praise the local gangs. But under such extreme conditions as water and electricity cuts, you still resort to violence. Do you think you are Victor?

With a loud shout, the young and middle-aged people rose up in resistance.

They killed the gangsters, burned their vehicles and blocked the streets, then held the commanding heights and were fighting with the gangsters who came to support them.

"They have surrendered to the government forces and hope that we will send troops to support them!"

The chief of staff narrowed his eyes. "This is a beginning, but it won't be the end. If we can rescue them, more communities will see this and rise up in resistance. Perhaps...it won't take long for us to disintegrate them from within."

Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model was very decisive. "I will personally lead the armored battalion and the second battalion to advance, and you lead the next two battalions to protect the rear."

"Let me go."

“In the 179th Regiment, officers are the vanguard!”

"Go and get ready."

The chief of staff also knew his own commander's character, so he didn't force it and ran to convey the order.

"Hernandez, wait for my triumphant return!" Otto turned his head and looked at the other party and said with a smile.

"Have a safe trip."

The former nodded and left with his men.

Hernandez picked up the camera and took a picture of his back. He had already thought of a title, "Officer as Pioneer!"

November 9st, 9:14 pm.

The 179 TPz-11 armored vehicles of the 1st Armored Battalion of the th Armored Regiment took the lead in advancing from the "Morse Hotel" on the west side!
The "Battle of Chimahuacan Slums" has begun!
Private Camilo was outside the armored vehicle, operating the machine gun on it. He looked around vigilantly, and the tense atmosphere in the air made his adrenaline rush.

As the machine gunner of the lead vehicle.

He has a lot of responsibilities...

If you're not careful, you'll fall into an ambush.

After driving about 400 meters, we didn't see a single living person, only the sound of armored vehicle tires.

As the convoy turned a corner, Camilo saw a pile of burning garbage not far away, blocking the middle of the road, "Something's happening!"

The officer in the car below also saw it and reported the situation.

"Rush forward, don't stop the vehicles, march quickly, don't stop even if a fight breaks out, hand it over to the second battalion at the rear," gave the order from Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model.

Rush!
With the accelerator pressed to the bottom, the "fox" started running.

"pay close attention!"

Peng!
The obstacle in front was broken by force, and sparks fell to both sides.

"Oh haha!!!"

Before the people in the car could finish cheering, they heard the sound of sudden brakes!

The TPz-1 armored vehicle following behind didn't pay attention and rear-ended the car.

The soldiers in the car in front were staggering and cursing loudly.

"Why stop the car! Idiot!!!" The officer in the lead car covered his head and cursed. The driver pointed his finger over with a dull look in his eyes.

The officer looked ahead and saw that there were more than a dozen cars blocking the aisle in front of him, and then hundreds of people blocked the road. They were terrified, crying, and trembling!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!!" Mikalo stood on top and yelled at them to get out of the way.

At this moment, a gangster in the crowd raised his gun and shot at him...

The bullet hit the armored vehicle, and Mikalo jumped in fear. "There are armed men!"

He was lucky enough not to be beaten to death, but suddenly he felt like there was something above his head. He looked up and saw with horror that a woman was pushed down from the balcony above, screaming loudly and falling heavily on the TPz-1 armored vehicle.

boom! ! !
The opponent had a bomb tied to his body, and the huge shock wave blew away the dust around him. Private Mikalo was not so lucky this time. His body was blown away and cut in half!

There were two legs in the car, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.

"Suicide bomb!"

The recruits in the car were panicking. Some were about to stand up, but the squad leader, a former veteran of the 5th Regiment, kicked them and said, "Sit down! Idiot!"

"calm down!"

"I order! Charge forward, charge forward! No matter what is ahead!" The voice of Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model sounded over the intercom system.

"Captain, they are all civilians..." said the officer in the lead car.

"Shut up!"

"There are no civilians. Now there are only the dead and the living. Charge forward. I command you! I will be responsible for the consequences. Open fire!"

The officer in the lead car looked at the driver and patted him on the shoulder, "Drive."

"Hagros, machine gun fire!"

The veteran squad leader responded, pushed away the hanging corpse, climbed onto the machine gun, pulled the bolt, and fired forward.

The armored vehicle rushed towards the crowd.

At once, he knocked the four or five people in front of him flying into the air, and rushed forward recklessly.

“Government troops are killing people, killing people…”

Armed men appeared on the balconies on both sides and opened fire at the armored vehicles.

The recruits in the car fired at the outside through the aiming port under the command...

"Throw smoke bombs." The leader Otto said to the driver of his vehicle. The latter nodded and launched two smoke bombs. In an instant, the street was filled with smoke. The vehicles behind followed suit...

The gangsters hiding above couldn't see below and could only scan based on their intuition.

When the hostage-taking civilians saw the armored vehicles rushing towards them, they were not fools and fled in panic. The cars blocking the road were knocked open, the doors were cracked, scratches were left on the ground, and the fuel tank was broken. After a while, it exploded and turned into a ball of flames.

But this amount of explosion power is of no use to the TPz-1 armored vehicle.

In two minutes, all 11 armored vehicles left the battlefield and continued marching towards their destination.

"Fake!"

A gangster wearing a red scarf held a large walkie-talkie and said, "The government troops have rushed in. We can't stop them because we don't have heavy weapons."

"Eleven armored vehicles."

"Understood." A response came from the other side.

"Boss, should we continue chasing them?" asked the henchman next to him.

"What are we going to use to chase them? Are you going to rely on your two legs? Can you run faster than four tires?" The man with the red scarf cursed, "Rearrange the battlefield and plant some mines. We will hold back the troops behind us, and the people in the front will naturally be trapped to death."

The younger brother nodded.

"Is there any water?"

The horseman hurriedly took out a kettle and handed it over, watching the other person drink eagerly while he licked his dry lips...

"Boss, can you give me something to drink..." he asked flatteringly.

The red face towel looked at him and glanced at him, "It's not time to distribute water yet, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

The smile on the younger brother's face froze.

He looked at the other person's kettle, opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head.

The hierarchy in the gangs is also very strict.

But he is a little exhausted now...

A feeling of resentment accumulated in his heart. Why is it that only your boss can drink water, while we have to wait?
Aren’t we all brothers?!
why!
unfair! !

The recruits of the 1st Armored Battalion had not yet immersed themselves in the grief of the death of their comrades when they were attacked by gangsters one after another.

Armored vehicles can only be bullied in a narrow space.

But as long as you speed up, there will basically be no problem.

The sound of gunfire and explosions was deafening.

On the top floor of the National Palace, Victor looked out at the Chimahuacan slums with a serious expression.

"How many more brothers will have to stay there..." He sighed softly.

Casare stood behind, "Boss, it is a worthy death to die for the country!"

Victor waved his hands. In front of his brothers, he said openly, "The Chimahuacan slum is only the largest of the 1100 slums in the country. If we want to completely solve this problem, we can only improve the welfare of the people and the domestic economy. The huge gap between the rich and the poor will greatly affect our rule. Big landowners and big tycoons will exacerbate the breeding of crime."

"So in addition to land reform and foreign-owned enterprises, I plan to impose a tax on the rich and an inheritance tax, and require companies to pay capital in full to reduce loan interest."

"Reorganize the state-owned banks and integrate them into the Reichsbank, with Walter Funk as president of the bank and also as Minister of Economics."

Victor didn't know much about economics, but he understood one thing.

Sharing wealth among the people is the real way to be rich.

Similarly, throughout history, collapsed regimes all have one characteristic: they have no money. If the domestic economy develops and taxes are increased, the status of themselves and others will become more stable.

"Boss, we can actually borrow money from other countries, or use some mining rights as collateral for funds. I don't suggest borrowing from Europe and the United States, because they are so ruthless. I heard that China's economy is also booming, so we might be able to borrow money from them. If that doesn't work, we can probably borrow money from the Arabs."

Casare covered his mouth. “They all want to increase their influence in North America.”

Victor raised his eyes.

This is...

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the red countries suffered a major blow. North Korea began to be precarious, and Vietnam and Cuba were both self-doubting. The rabbit would definitely take its place, and it and the United States disliked each other.

One is supporting South Korea in Asia, so why can't he have a good relationship with Dongda and push his influence to North America?
However, due to "well-known" reasons, Arabs have a very bad image in the American power where Jews are the elite. In Hollywood movies, they are the only ones who play villain roles such as terrorists and murderers.

The United States is looking at the whole world through tinted glasses!
They all urgently need to show their charm in mainstream society.

But no one is willing to help them, Canada in North America? Impossible! It's a dog.

Latin America and Europe will not do this either.

But I can do it!

Anyway, my relationship with the Americans is not very good.

The other party wants to kill me, but I live a better life than anyone else.

He kept slapping himself in the face, but he didn't kill himself.

Hi!
Besides, this geographical location is very valuable.

And most importantly, Mexico is very rich in various mineral resources. It ranks first in the world in silver, third in copper and graphite, sixth in sulfur and barite, seventh in molybdenum, lead and zinc, and eleventh in manganese.

It is the fifth largest oil producer in the world!
Not poor in nature!

In the early 20th century, Mexico was the world's second largest oil producer, but the country's oil resources were basically controlled by British and American oil companies. Mexicans had to buy them from Britain and the United States at high prices for their own use.

In 1938, the then Mexican President Cárdenas issued a decree to nationalize the oil industry, nationalizing 17 British and American oil companies. It was a forced acquisition. It can be seen that Mexico also has many talented and ambitious people.

"We can't put all our eggs in one basket, the United States. We have already achieved a lot of victories against the United States. We have the right to speak and we are able to make decisions on our own. We can send people to discuss economic loans and aid, and use these things to offset the deductions."

"Also, how much did the government owe the United States before?"

"About $720 billion..." Casare said.

“We will suspend repayment and negotiate with the US side, demanding that the oil profits before 1938 be shared with us, otherwise we will not repay the money and use it to offset the payment for goods.”

Casare hesitated and said, "Boss, don't we want to ease relations with the United States? Will this make Mr. Rumsfeld uncomfortable?"

"We are a partner, not a vassal state. We must fight for the interests we deserve, which will not undermine the overall trend. We just need to exercise restraint in the military. If you can shirk some of the debt, just shirk it. If you really can't, you can think of more excuses, such as the damage to our buildings caused by their last attack, and the taxes evaded by American companies in Mexico."

"Our cooperation with the Rumsfeld family is private, but it does not mean that we have a good relationship with the United States."

Casare suddenly realized.

Understood.

Scumbag!

That's what I want, but I'm not responsible.

……

(End of this chapter)