Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 440: Brother, something happened! Something big happened!!

Chapter 440: Brother, something happened! Something big happened!! (Happy Winter Solstice~)

Ciudad Acuña, Coahuila State.

The border is only a few hundred meters away from Texas.

An isolation barrier was set up in the middle, with a pile of waste dumped there, and there was even a burnt-out car lying across the Mexican side.

After the last conflict broke out, although the two sides stopped fighting under the Pentagon's forced pulling and the Mexican army withdrew from Texas, it was still considered a great humiliation by the Lone Star State.

After all, no army has come here since the 19th century.

This has angered many "opponents" in the Lone Star State. What do these people want? Texas secedes from the United States, becomes the fourth country in North America, and then expands its influence to the Pacific Ocean.

I don't know where these idiots got their ideas from?

What's in the Pacific?
There's a shark, so you put a Lone Star State ID card on the shark?
So, he is basically caught between a rock and a hard place. He is disliked in the United States, and people in Mexico hate this "traitor" to the core.

The 136th Texas Infantry Regiment was stationed here, confronting a regiment under the 338th Division of the Fourth Marine Corps of Mexico.

The Yankee camp over there is playing music excitedly...

"MD, what are these Americans doing? Are they high?" a private was cursing, while a corporal squad leader next to him was watching with binoculars.

There is also a Christmas tree in the middle of the camp…

There is a bell hanging on it, and when the wind blows, you can hear a tinkling sound.

It's not even December yet, why are you so anxious to go home?
"Sergeant, look over there." Someone nearby shouted, and the corporal looked over with a telescope and saw two American soldiers standing next to the border, shouting loudly.

Then one of them spread out the photo in his hand, which turned out to be a bust of Victor, and threw it on the ground. One of them laughed, unzipped the chain, took out something, and urinated on the bust, swearing.

"Hold!"

"Squad leader, they insulted the general, kill them!"

The recruits were outraged.

The Fourth Marine Army has been supplemented with approximately 20,000 new recruits, most of whom are from the city of Ensenada, which is Victor's base. Rebellion is possible anywhere except here.

Another part came from Loreto, Baja California Sur, which is his hometown. In his memory, his parents brought him to live here for more than 20 years when he was a child. His relatives, neighbors and childhood friends are all here.

After Victor came to power, some people in Loreto also proposed to change its name to "Victor City". There is a local treasury, where people over 60 years old can receive 1200 pesos per month...

In this context, when recruiting soldiers, about 1000 young people of appropriate age joined the army. According to the instructions from above, these people were assigned to Rommel, and if they had training value, Victor's guards would be recruited from them.

What is this called?
In ancient times, they were called personal soldiers.

Of course he was unhappy to see the Americans destroying Victor's bust, and he shouted that he wanted to rush over and teach them a lesson.

boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, and the unknown birds standing in the woods on both sides of the central isolation zone were startled and flew away, and screams suddenly rang out.

The soldier who was peeing fell to the ground, covering his crotch and twitching. The American soldier next to him was so scared that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. His scalp went numb and he dragged the wounded soldier to the back.

Sniper... shot the bird?

Everyone felt a chill in their lower body. Damn, this is too cruel, isn't it? Can this person still be saved?
Even if I save him, I will have to pee while squatting for the rest of my life, right?

The sudden gunshots obviously startled the American troops, and then they were as if facing a powerful enemy. The music was immediately covered by the alarm, and the 136th Infantry Regiment quickly entered a state of war.

"Who fired the shot?!" The regiment commander, Colonel Luis Santos, rushed out of the tent and shouted with a frown. He looked very decent... actually, he had a square face.

"Captain, the Mexicans fired first. They injured one of our soldiers and smashed his genitals..." The deputy commander ran over angrily.

Lewis Santos' brows twitched. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong here. It must be one of his own people who provoked the other party.

Doesn't he know what kind of people his soldiers are?

"Fight back, Colonel, we didn't fire the first shot." The deputy regiment commander was ready to take action, and the soldiers around him also had red eyes.

"Control the troops below and do not allow anyone to fight back. I will contact the governor now."

The deputy leader was a little anxious and grabbed Lewis Santos, "Leader..."

"Shut up! Steve, I'm the leader!"

Lewis scolded, his eyes gloomy, "Stop your little moves, I don't care if you belong to the opposition or the integration faction, you just need to be quiet and don't make trouble, otherwise, I will arrest you according to the wartime regulations."

The deputy head of the group twitched his mouth, and looked unhappy as he watched the other party leave.

"Colonel Lewis is too tolerant. What should we do? Boss, the Red Shoes Club has only given us three days. If that shipment of goods can't be delivered, we'll all be finished." An officer standing behind Steve said in a low voice in fear.

Listen to them...

Are they working for someone else?
buzz~
The phone in his pocket rang, and Deputy Captain Steve picked it up impatiently, "Hello!"

"Good afternoon, Steve." The person on the other end spoke...American English. Although it was a greeting, I always felt that the tone was a bit chilling.

Hearing the voice, he tensed, "Mr. Griffin."

"Where are our goods?"

"The border area is strictly controlled by both sides. We are...trying to find a solution."

"Hmm? Sixty members are going to join the club before Christmas, and you, my friend, tell me that my raw materials are stuck in Mexico. You put me in a difficult position."

Steve felt a chill all over his body, and cold sweat ran down his forehead. “Sir, sir, give me a little more time.”

"Three days. If you don't deliver the raw materials within three days, your son and daughter will be used as collateral." After the other party said this, he hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, fear suddenly took over his cerebral cortex. At that moment, he was so panicked that he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, someone nearby supported him.

Steve's mouth trembled, "No, no, hurry up... create chaos, otherwise there will be no chance."

"Without the commander's order..."

"You bastard commander! He's just a coward!" He yelled, pulled out his pistol, and grabbed the arm of the officer next to him. "If the goods are not delivered, we will all die. Your daughter and your son will be pierced on their feet."

The other party also felt cold all over after hearing what he said.

"What if the Mexican army rushes over and our defense line collapses at the first touch, and the people transporting the goods won't be able to make it in time? What should we do?"

"Why so many whys? We can only give it a try now."

"No, no, no, there is another possibility." The officer pinched Steve's arm with his fingers to calm him down, and whispered in his ear, "No one in the country can help us. If we call the police, our family will die even faster."

"Then...then we can only surrender to Mexico."

"Let them help us move our family members..."

Steve glared, "You...this is treason?!"

"Rebellion! The Red Shoes Club wants our lives and my children's lives. If I don't commit treason, I will die. Is America mine? America is not mine. America belongs to capital!"

"Think carefully about what they will do to you if the goods are not delivered before Christmas. Have you forgotten Nasir Marshall?"

When Steve heard the name, his pupils shrank.

They are actually the Red Shoes Club's non-staff members in the Texas National Guard. They are not eligible to join, but those powerful people will help them get promoted in the army. All they need to do is accept the "leather shoe materials" shipped from Mexico.

Another method is to transport drugs for some big guys using military vehicles and earn rewards from it.

It's rotten to the bone.

Nasir Marshall, a senior staff officer of the 36th Texas Infantry Division, was also bribed. His daughter appeared in a few scenes in the 1990 hit movie "Home Alone."

Either the protagonist or the supporting role, just an extra.

But she was wearing a cute dress, holding a teddy bear, and wearing a hair decoration, but it was this that caught the attention of a big shot from the Red Shoes Club, and then...

Nasir Marshall was expelled from the army for a trivial matter, and his daughter was said to have been kidnapped and her whereabouts were unknown. When he went to the police station to report the crime, a black man shot him seven times before he even stepped down from the stairs.

The police at the time...just watched.

A perfect interpretation of what power is!
"Will they...will they help us?" Steve's face turned pale.

When you know the danger, those who face fear are brave, but there are also many people who tremble in fear.

The officer hesitated, then nodded vigorously, "As long as we confess, the worst that can happen is that we'll be imprisoned, which is better than being killed."

"Then...then how do we contact each other?"

The officer looked around and took out a folded piece of paper from his arms. It said: If you need anything, please contact the Mexican Border Management Bureau. "I picked it up on the opposite road."

"I'll fight, I'll fight..."

"Shh, wait till night! There are too many people now."

Steve nodded hurriedly and raised his head, with some fear and panic in his eyes.

Time passed in agony.

At about eleven o'clock at night...

A call was made to the Mexican border agency.

"I want to see your leader. I have something important to report." The person on the other end of the phone sounded awkward. The operator who answered the phone was startled. He quickly called the director and told him about this, but when he went to answer the phone.

The other party also said: "No, I want your director to answer the phone, I have something very urgent!"

The director thought he was joking.

"Really? I know there's a place where people are trafficking drugs on a large scale, and there's also human trafficking. Let your chief answer the phone. Let Joseph Fouché answer the phone."

The voices on the other end were a little hysterical.

And that was very serious, which gave the director a headache. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, I'll contact you right away."

I still ran to call the director.

About two or three minutes later, the short Joseph Fouché trotted down. He was the director of the Border Administration, appointed by Victor himself. He looked very ordinary and was almost invisible in the crowd.

"Hello, my name is Joseph Fouché."

"I am Steve, deputy commander of the 136th Regiment of Texas. I am willing to surrender to you and confess the criminal chain on the border, but I hope you can help me protect my family and escape from the United States."

! ! ! !
US troops defecting to Mexico?

Joseph Fouché tightened his grip on the microphone when he heard this. "Are you kidding me, sir?"

"I know you don't believe me, so I'll tell you an address, an abandoned private airport in Piedras, Coahuila. Bring more people with you."

"Hurry! I don't have much time."

Joseph Fouché thought this was a joke, but the other party said so confidently, "I understand. How can I contact you afterwards?"

"Call this number, ring three times, then hang up and I'll call you back."

After saying that, Steve hung up the phone, sat down on a chair in the tent, and tried to light the cigarette several times with trembling hands.

Fuck!
Joseph Fouché frowned and thought, "Help me contact General Rommel."

He planned to seek help from the army.

00:22 am.

A battalion of the 4th Marine Corps surrounded the airport under cover of darkness.

This is located in a small canyon...

There are mountains all around, which are not high but quite steep.

"Captain, what's in here?" the deputy commander asked Felix. Casare's younger brother was the commander of the battalion at this time. He was a lieutenant colonel who was less than 20 years old...

Rommel also understood his relationship and tried to get some credit for him, so he sent his battalion over this time.

Mexico also values relationships.

Human beings are inherently social creatures.

"How should I know? Surround them and open fire if you encounter resistance!" Felix said in a low voice.

The deputy battalion commander nodded and waved his hand, and the soldiers went down the hillside.

But the soldier at the front didn't notice the red dot under his feet and stepped on it, and then an urgent alarm sounded in the airport? !
? ?
"Charge! Charge in." Felix's face looked grim. There must be something wrong here, otherwise how could there be an infrared alarm in this abandoned airport?

After hearing the order, the entire battalion charged forward, and a figure flashed in the airport, followed by gunshots.

Very courageous...

This is a battalion, with nearly 600 people!

And they hit the dog from the surrounding hillsides, from top to bottom, until the dog was killed. Haven't you heard of that?

The battle was over quickly, in just a dozen minutes.

There are two more captives...

As he walked into the airport, Felix smelled a... foul stench in the air!
He wrinkled his nose and sniffed like a dog, looking at the hangar in front of him that was more than ten meters high and covered with rust, but for some reason, he always felt uneasy.

"Open."

The two captives' faces suddenly changed and they struggled, but they became obedient after being shot at.

Seven or eight soldiers went up and unscrewed the rusty handle.

squeak~
The door made a noise, and then a foul smell came to the face, almost sweeping the person away.

The soldiers around Felix couldn't help but vomit, mainly because the smell was too strong.

He stood there quietly, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank...

Have you seen a zombie horde?
He saw corpses piled up like a small hill, all naked, leaning against the door. As soon as the door opened, they all slid down like a landslide. There was also a corpse about 1 meter high that slid smoothly to the ground at Felix's feet.

He couldn't help but vomit.

puff…

Like water gushing out, last night’s midnight snack has all come out.

He looked suddenly at the other three hangars, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Report it! No, I'll call my brother."

……

Jingle bell bell~
The phone suddenly rang, and a hand groped in the darkness to turn on the light. Casare came out from the bed, yawning, with his girlfriend sleeping next to him.

"Hey."

"Brother, it's me."

Casare smiled when he heard his younger brother's voice, "Oh, Felix, what's wrong with packing up so late?"

"Brother, something happened."

"Something happened!"

Felix told the whole story.

Casare's body straightened up after a while.

"How many...how many bodies?"

“Almost 1!”

"Send someone over here quickly, something big is going to happen."

Casare hung up the phone, took off his underwear, put on a set of outerwear, and ran out.

My girlfriend Hailier looked up, her eyes half-closed. “What’s wrong?”