Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 453 Spark Conflict! (Long Chapter)

On Christmas Day, December 12, the fall of the Soviet Union was the best gift God gave to the United States.

In the White House office.

Laughter.

James Dan Quay laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and he wanted to calm himself down.

but…

When I thought about the fact that the Soviet Union, which had been in a cold war with the United States for more than half a century, was gone, and it was still during my term, even if I was an acting president, I might be selected as the greatest American president in the future.

He just wanted to laugh.

There were many senior officials in the office, including the CIA Director, the FBI Director, the Secretary of State, etc., all of them looked happy.

"From now on, the danger pressing on our heads is completely gone. From now on, the world belongs to the United States!"

James Dan Quay shouted.

Of course, everyone in the office applauded out of respect.

"Sir, are you going to hold a press conference?" Richardson, the office secretary consultant, asked with a smile.

"Of course, we have to express this kind of thing..."

"Heavy condolences!"

James Dan Quay couldn't help laughing again and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. This man couldn't control his genitals when he was young, couldn't control his urine when he was old, and now he can't control his tears.

"The press release is ready and waiting," Richardson said.

"Well done."

The Acting President praised him, looked at everyone, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Where is our President?"

He was, of course, asking about William Jefferson.

When CIA Director Stanfield Turner heard his question, his eyes revealed a meaningful look. He glanced at FBI Floyd I. Clark next to him, who also looked over at him. The two men's eyes met in mid-air.

"Chubby!"

"You bastard."

Both of them had smiles on their faces, but the curses were almost seeping out of their eyes.

Everyone understood what James Dan Quay meant when he called William Jefferson at this time.

It was simply that she was unhappy that he had taken her place and she wanted to show off in front of him.

A bit childish...

Richardson covered his mouth and coughed, then smiled awkwardly, "Maybe we can celebrate somewhere else."

"Sir, we must seize the high ground of public opinion as soon as possible, let more people understand the superiority of capitalism, and fight against GCism in South America and the Middle East." Secretary of State Addison Baker also changed the subject.

They did not want to offend the new powerful, nor did they want to embarrass the other party at this time.

James Dan Quay snorted coldly, stood up, straightened his clothes, and half raised his head, "The press conference will be held in 30 minutes."

Richardson, a consultant at the Secretariat, nodded and went out to make arrangements. However, as soon as he opened the door, he did not notice someone outside and the two of them bumped into each other with a bang.

The latter screamed, covered his nose and squatted on the ground, blood oozing from between his fingers.

The secretary standing outside the door also felt a little dizzy...

But no more.

When he saw Richardson bleeding, he was so frightened that two of his souls left his body and his brain went blank.

Ruined…

What's the biggest mishap you've ever gotten into at work?
Answer: Did you break the big boss’s nose?
Everyone in the room looked at this scene in surprise.

"Quick, send him to the infirmary."

The CIA director hurriedly helped him away.

The young secretary was a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Acting President James Dan Quay frowned and looked him up and down, "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered? Can't you be as steady as me?!"

This rebuke made the other party shudder. After he came to his senses, his Ren and Du meridians were immediately opened up, and he spoke very fluently, "Sir, Mexico announces its acceptance of the world's proletarians!"

"And announced that any Soviet veterans who are in difficult circumstances will receive humanitarian compensation, and that the working class who have lost their livelihood will receive a living allowance as long as they become Mexican citizens!"

Quiet!

very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could even hear a fart.

Then I took a deep breath...

The air in the office was sucked thin.

Everyone looked at James Dan Quay, whose cheeks, which had been rosy with excitement just now, suddenly turned pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his brain seemed to be stuck, and he didn't know what to say. Then, everything went black, and the last voice in his ear was:

"The gentleman fainted! Call a doctor quickly..."

The office was in a mess.

Of course, this is not the only one.

When the "Mexican Declaration" appeared at 8:30 p.m. Soviet time, 9 a.m. Washington time, USA.

The European and American world, which symbolizes capitalism, was silent, and then there was an uproar!

"No! We are not allowed to allow another giant bear to appear and crush him to death!" There was a roar in the British cabinet.

"Protest, protest this behavior and out to Mexico, we do not accept it provoking trouble in North America." -Canada.

Who wouldn’t panic?
Capitalism has said that communism is bad, this is bad, that is bad, but it has never denied that it is the "greatest ideal."

Born in the middle of the 19th century, sprouted in the early 20th century, and blossomed in the 1950s to 1970s, it gradually withered in East Asia in the 1980s, and finally…

Died in the Soviet Union on December 1991, 12.

This was the process of Victor’s previous life. In the end... only in the Caribbean Sea were there still sparks.

But not now.

"In my last life, I believed the lies of the bald eagle dog. I discarded all my ideologies. My inner circle was full of foreign worship and my upper echelons were corrupt. Before I died, I looked at the sky unwillingly. If I were allowed to live again, I would definitely..."

Then, when I opened my eyes, I found myself in Mexico.

The bald eagle stared, oh my god…

You are reborn?!
The Soviet Union... should not be called Russia now.

Yekaterinburg.

The streets were filled with cheering crowds, holding glow sticks and cheering, celebrating their rebirth.

People were constantly smashing and looting things in agitation, some even set shops on fire, and some shop managers sat on the ground crying.

Someone is taking advantage of this chaos for personal gain!

Of course, the local garrison in Yekaterinburg had to come out to maintain stability.

They wore helmets and held shields, dispersing the crowds...

They are confused now...

Who are you serving in the army for?

Tear gas was thrown at the crowd, and the thick smoke choked everyone, so they covered their mouths and fled in panic.

But in the thick fog, a figure was seen emerging.

A child with a schoolbag on his back covered his mouth and carried a Soviet flag on his body.

He walked towards the army alone, his steps were firm and his eyes were deep with helplessness and hesitation.

The soldiers who were stared at by him didn't dare to look at him and quickly turned their faces away.

They...feel a little guilty.

The boy stood in front of the team, slammed the flag into the ground, and shouted: "Great Soviet Union!"

"Long live!!!!"

"boom!!"

As his voice sounded, a gunshot was heard from the house next door.

In the cramped living room...

An old soldier in Soviet military uniform fell heavily to the ground with multiple bullet holes on his temple, and blood instantly stained the floor.

On his hand...

And holding a photo.

Above, a dozen young men were smiling as they stood amid the ruins of war, celebrating their victory.

They defeated the evil Germans, they achieved a great victory, but they were sinking in a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

And in the military factory, the largest firearms production site in the Soviet Union during World War II, it was now empty.

"It's gone, it's gone, everything is gone!!!"

An old man with gray hair, wearing a military uniform without a rank, roared loudly, holding a shotgun in his hand and pointing the muzzle at his mouth...

Pull the trigger!

slap~
Stuck.

He was unwilling to give up and continued to deduct...

But the gun jammed four or five times, which instantly drained the old man's energy and spirit. He smashed the gun to the ground with force.

He fell to the ground, crying bitterly!
Deng Deng~
There was a sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from outside.

"father!"

"Mikhail!"

Two women ran in, one young and the other old. When they saw him like that, they ran over anxiously and hugged him.

"It's gone, all gone, Ekaterina, my motherland is gone." The old man hugged his wife and cried.

The old woman was also sad and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Dad, let's go to Mexico. There is still fire in Mexico." The daughter said soothingly, wiping her tears.

"Mexico is calling out to all those who believe in GCism. You can help them develop weapons and rebuild their ideal country!
Of course the old man had heard of Mexico. He raised his head, his red and swollen eyes were filled with hope, but soon dimmed, "I'm old..."

"father!"

The daughter held his hand tightly and said, "You are young and you can pursue your ideals!"

"Moreover, no one can say that the father of AK47 is old!!"

This old man is Mikhail Timofeyevich Kalashnikov!
He looked at his wife, and she looked at him and nodded heavily, "Go ahead, just like when we were young, we can... still continue to fight."

"The Soviet Union was never a country, but ... a spirit."

...

The news of the collapse of the Soviet Union will be a hot search in the next few months.

Those who were at a loss just stared with their eyes wide open, not knowing what to do, while those who were prepared had their mouths full of grease.

Especially Mexico, which was the first to raise the "new fire".

in the office.

Smoke surrounds.

Victor was speaking, and a group of senior executives were taking notes.

"Priority will be given to skilled Soviets in providing naturalization certificates."

"We must protect high-tech talents and never allow any accidents to happen. The Americans will definitely cause trouble, especially the "experimental team" headed by Oleg Lavrentiev."

Victor paused here and looked at George Smiley, "The Internal Affairs Department must protect them with the same standards as they protect me. If anything happens to them..."

The leader of the Thirteen Guardians stood up immediately and said, "We will ensure that the mission is completed, unless the enemy passes by stepping over our dead bodies."

Victor snorted twice, "Don't be so happy, you should also know their use, they are worth 20 armies!"

"Especially in our territory." Of course everyone understood what this "experimental group" meant.

That's Oleg Lavrentiev. Anyone familiar with physics should know what his status is.

"Goebbels, you should pay attention to propaganda. Europeans and Americans love nothing more than to talk nonsense with their mouths."

The Minister of Propaganda also nodded slightly.

Victor let out a long sigh, "Gentlemen, when did the United States start bullying us?"

"1846 years!"

"Since the Mexican-American War, the bandits and rapists from Europe have regarded North America as their own territory and massacred all the Indians. When we wanted to become stronger and launched the war on drugs, they began to hinder us in every possible way. Why?"

"They are afraid, afraid of geopolitical disruption!"

"But the more this happens, the more we cannot compromise. The Earth is not American, it belongs to all mankind."

“We are doing great things!”

Casare stood up after hearing this, his face flushed, "Loyalty!"

"loyalty!!"

"Long live!!"

Victor stood up and saluted, "Let's encourage each other."

Everyone felt full of strength, and their eyes were shining as they left the office.

Victor stopped Secretary of Defense Kennedy and Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener.

Just when the two people didn't understand, his first sentence cheered them up.

"What do you think of launching a southern offensive next May?"

Are they going to wipe out all the drug dealers in the South? !
Victor pressed his cigarette on the ashtray, his eyes a little nervous, "Those drug dealers in the South have always been like a thorn in our hearts. When we had a good relationship with the Americans, they secretly provided assistance. Now that things have become strained, they will definitely support us without reservation."

after all…

This is a war of faith.

In essence, it means the destruction of a country and the extinction of a race.

Kennedy and Horatio looked at each other, and finally the former thought for a while, "We are beating the southern drug dealers like beating a dog, but we are afraid that the US military will be involved. So, if we have to fight, I suggest that we solve it quickly!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded. "I agree."

"According to intelligence, the largest group in the southern camp, the Gulf Group, and Los Zetas have been at odds for a long time. Last time, it was Pablo of Colombia who mediated, but the anger is still there. If our infiltrated people stir up trouble, civil unrest is just around the corner."

"Draw up a battle plan, conduct war games, and do everything according to actual combat."

"clear."

"Don't tell anyone about this yet. Let's discuss it within the military first."

The two looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Just as Victor was about to continue speaking, the phone on the table rang.

He raised his eyebrows, "Hey~"

"General, this is the Coastal Defense Command. I'm Erich Albert Raeder. I have something important to report. Two American cruisers are blocking our merchant ships and blockading our waters!"

At the Port of Cape San Luca in Baja California, Raeder was holding the phone, staring at the USS Bainbridge and the USS Long Beach on the sea with his eyes narrowed and his tone nervous.

He was afraid...that he couldn't help but fuck them.

As a directly affiliated military force, the Coast Guard Corps has the right to report to the National Palace.

After all, Mexico is not afraid of ground fighting, and its 25-strong army can withstand anything.

The most terrifying thing is a sudden attack at sea.

The two cruisers were chasing away a cruise ship...

Walking like walking a dog.

"Has the enemy entered our waters?"

"No…"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then he asked again, "Really?"

Erich Albert Raeder immediately realized, "Yes! They are bombarding us!"

"Kill them!"

"understand!"

The head of the Coast Guard Corps hung up the phone with bright eyes, picked up the intercom in the command post, and said, "Everyone, get in position, adjust the scale..."

The soldiers of the Coastal Defense Regiment who had already been in position began to hold their breath.

港口除了MK7式406毫米主炮外，还配备了苏联的AK -726是一种双管 76.2毫米（3英寸）舰炮。

and 6 "Secret Weapons!"

A-222Bereg "Coast" self-propelled coastal artillery!
This thing was produced in the Soviet Union in the 80s, but it did not appear in front of the public until 1993, so it is not called this name now.

But when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Then Mexico called: "Victor" shore artillery.

"put!"

As Raeder's order was given, the artillery fired at once!
According to the plan, we will first destroy one...

The unfortunate Bainbridge, under the watchful eyes...

Hit the deck!
It all happened so suddenly.

The other Long Beach was like a "cheerleader" during a gang fight. When he saw his "brothers" being beaten, he subconsciously wanted to come over to help.

But the coastal artillery defense was too dense, and he was afraid again...

Just run away!
That’s right, he ran away in front of everyone’s eyes.

The Bainbridge was doomed.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" The captain shouted at the top of his lungs, but the answer he got was...

"Sir, our weapon system was destroyed..." said the captain with a sad face.

The captain was stunned. He looked at the panicked soldiers and felt a little at a loss.

The U.S. Navy’s Naval Quality…

They were all used up during World War II, and today's generals are somewhat at a loss when faced with emergencies.

"The ship is sinking!"

I don’t know who shouted.

I saw a dozen sailors jumping into the sea with swimming rings on.

"Sir, run." The deputy captain pulled him onto the boat.

"No! No! I want to live and die with the Bainbridge!" the captain shouted...

But he ran very fast.

They have no intention of dying in the line of duty, because if they die, they will really have nothing left.

A group of senior officials boarded the lifeboat and ran away.

In the distance, everyone was in a trance as they looked at the burning HMS Bainbridge.

The captain knelt on the lifeboat and hammered hard.

12 month 27 day.

"A maritime conflict breaks out at Cape San Luca!"

The Pentagon is in shock!
"This is war! This is a declaration of war!" Acting President James Dan Quah slammed the table hard.

The old Defense Secretary Rumsfeld next to him did not speak this time.

He also felt...

Victor had gone too far.

We were just "freely sailing" on the sea and you let us collapse?

This is more domineering than the Soviet Union? !

Most importantly, he was also dissatisfied with Victor's blatant inheritance of the Soviet legacy.

What do you want to do?
Wasn’t it agreed that the Vieri family and the Rumsfeld family would share North America?

You are so disobedient.

If you don't obey, you will be beaten.

"Send troops now, there needs to be a war between the United States and Mexico."

"Cough cough cough..." Secretariat consultant Richardson coughed violently.

He looked helplessly at James Dan Quai, who also came to his senses.

He is not the president.

He is an acting position, used for transition, and will only be in this position for a month at most.

What he said doesn't count.

James Dan Quay is silent...

The office was also unusually quiet.

"Is there no way to punish him at all?" He finally shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Have."

Just when everyone didn't know how to answer, someone spoke.

When everyone looked over, it was none other than former Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld.

"We used rumors to kill the Soviet Union, and we can use the same trick to kill Victor."

He said it lightly, but everyone could feel the murderous intent in it.

"Isn't he calling for communism?"

"Then let's show everyone how rich Victor is!"

"Can a rich man sympathize with the working class? No! Impossible!"

"Let everyone see his ugly face."

When Rumsfeld said this, he slammed the table hard.

All the documents on the table fell to the floor.

James Dan Quay was so frightened that his right eye twitched violently, and he looked at his consultant Richardson.

The two people seemed to be communicating with each other through their eyes.

Isn't this old man's granddaughter having an affair with Victor? Why is he so excited?
Who knows?

"Sir, leave this matter to me," Rumsfeld said gloomily.

The Acting President nodded subconsciously.

"Then I'll go first." The old man stood up and walked out, but suddenly stopped. "We can't let the Mexicans get any further. I think in addition to blocking the territorial waters, we also need to block the airspace and allow the aircraft carrier to approach Baja California Sur."

"Let the whole world see our anger!"

"We will never allow the Nordic giant to awaken in North America. The future should belong only to the United States."

After saying that, the old defense minister left, his back looking decisive and elegant.

James Dan Quai was stunned for a moment.

Exhale a breath.

"Just do as he says."

"We need to regain our face."

……

(End of this chapter)