Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 459 Taste your father's fist!!
The tension between the United States and Mexico has caused turmoil in the world pattern.

The Soviet Union had just collapsed.

If the United States is drawn into the vortex of war at this time, who will have the final say in the world in the future?
Mongolia?
Or Vietnam?

Or...India?
In order to prevent the outbreak of war, on January 1992, 1, the United Nations began to launch a resolution against "Mexico".

Reporters with status were waiting inside, while those without backing were outside holding microphones, hoping to catch some big shot.

"The Mexican delegation is here!"

I don’t know who shouted.

Three cars were seen driving into the UN building, and reporters outside rushed in and banged on the windows vigorously.

"Sir, will there really be a war between the United States and Mexico?"

"Mr. Ambassador..."

The people in the car did not respond at all, and the security personnel at the door came up to block the reporters.

The convoy arrived at the UN building and some burly men in suits with necks thicker than their heads got out from the back, looking around with sinister eyes.

It's obvious that this person is not someone you can easily mess with.

The car door opened and the person who got out was Joachim Ribbentrop!

Newly appointed Chinese Representative to the United Nations.

He originally worked at the Austrian Drug Control Agency. The United Nations cancelled Mexico's seat in the presidency and he was attacked, which triggered Victor's revenge and caused a lot of controversy.

But he was lucky and nothing happened to him. He was promoted directly to the position of Mexico's representative to the United Nations.

Victor liked him for just one word: stubborn.

No matter who the hell you are, if you make me unhappy, I’ll just fight you.

He got out of the car expressionlessly, straightened his suit, and walked towards the conference hall with his head held high, accompanied by the staff behind him.

The UN staff they saw on the road stood aside and looked at them.

"Is this Joachim Ribbentrop?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Yes, he's a tough guy. I heard he was shot three times in Austria and he was fine."

"Are you bragging? Three bullets? His head is broken into pieces." Someone asked in a questioning tone.

The staff member who was questioned blushed and wanted to refute, but he really didn't know how to say it. In the end, he stiffened his neck and said, "Just wait and see, I think we're going to fight."

Joachim Ribbentrop and his men walked into the conference hall, where many people were already sitting at the round table.

The old European and American countries such as Britain, France, Germany and Spain have all arrived. They obviously saw the Mexican delegation, but they did not stand up and all looked at them with unfriendly faces.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Sir, our sign is in the second row."

Joachim Ribbentrop looked over and saw his own brands, Vietnam, Japan, India, and South Korea...

Damn, putting yourself together with the five YouTube games?
Joachim Ribbentrop walked down the stairs with a frown and a stern face, and everyone's eyes followed him closely.

He picked up the nameplate on his desk, walked up to the Spanish representative, and in his shocked and angry eyes, slapped the other party's nameplate away and said, "Sit in the back."

"Joachim Ribbentrop!! What are you doing!" The Spaniard slammed the table angrily.

"What qualifies you to sit in the front?"

“We are Spain!”

"We blew up your last aircraft carrier, and your soldiers are now feeding on sharks in the Pacific Ocean. How dare you sit in the front?"

Joachim Ribbentrop sneered, "Get lost."

Spain was so angry that his mouth was crooked. The British man next to him couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on the table lightly, "Quality, this is the United Nations."

"Shu Ni Ma X!"

Joachim Ribbentrop turned around and grabbed the man's collar, pulling him over, staring at him, pointing at him, "Don't think I don't know what you are doing. You just want to embarrass us, don't you? Who are you? Do you think the sun never sets on you?"

"I'm the Sun Never Sets. We blew up the USS Eisenhower. Why would I be afraid of you little bastards? Don't you agree? Send someone over here."

When the American who just walked in heard this, his eyelids twitched and his face turned dark...

Isn't this exposing scars in public?
It's like someone telling you that the 12st Marine Division of the United States broke through a defense line of people in the Battle of Chosin Reservoir. You are so awesome.

"The location here has been chosen." The Frenchman also spoke up.

"Choose?"

"Have we agreed?"

"Without our signatures, it's all just a bunch of waste paper. How dare these idiots sit here? What? I'm telling you, and you're not convinced? Come on, beat me!"

Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at himself and shouted to the French, "Drop an atom bomb on my head."

He spat on the French representative's desk and said, "If you mess with me, I will launch missiles at Washington, or I will take you with me to death."

!!!

Is this something that can be said directly?!

And he said it in public, in front of everyone.

American: Fuck XXXX!

Joachim Ribbentrop took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and said softly, "We have a global plan. Do you want to hear about it?"

"If we feel that our nation is about to be destroyed, we will fire more than 30 intercontinental missiles around the world!"

"When the time comes, I'll see if you're willing to go to hell with us!"

Joachim Ribbentrop couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts and their pupils shrank.

This top-secret plan was originally meant to be hidden, but General Victor said that there was no point in keeping it secret, so we should tell it to them and let them hear it to see our determination.

Let’s see whether those people in the Heavenly Palace can tolerate Bimawen’s “intercontinental missile”.

To be honest, I haven't seen such arrogant people since 1945, no, since the League of Nations in 1920.

When the mustache was in the League of Nations, he had to fucking laugh along.

But...hey, there's really nothing you can do.

Even if the SS-13000 intercontinental missile with a range of 25 kilometers does not carry a nuclear warhead, the high-explosive warhead alone is enough to cause you a lot of trouble.

People with family background...

But I dare not fight to the death with others.

They call this the aristocratic "gentleman style". Damn it, they are just afraid of death!

Huang Chao went in and killed them one by one.

"madman!"

"Mexicans are crazy!" A representative from an African country sitting in the back said in a low voice, but his eyes were shining.

In the fight for independence, Africa has always been at a disadvantage. Those French bastards have made the whole of Africa breathless.

Anyone showing signs of breaking away from France will be ruthlessly suppressed.

Isn’t this the case with Sankara in Burkina Faso, who was about to have a good life…

Europe and America are just a hodgepodge.

But there is no way...

And for the Mexican representative to stand in the hall of the United Nations, pointing at the old powers and intimidating and threatening them, is simply... a dream within a dream.

The European and American representatives came to their senses and looked at each other, with a hint of shame and anger in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, I was so scared that I couldn't speak. This... is simply an insult.

"You are too arrogant, Joachim. This is not friendly at all," said the German representative, frowning.

"If I'm not arrogant, why would I develop intercontinental missiles?" Joachim Ribbentrop smiled and tapped his fingers on the table. "Besides, why do you think that we only have intercontinental missiles?"

This rhetorical question instantly makes people think a lot.

what?
Do you still want to develop weapons of mass destruction?
Is Mexico conducting a "nuclear reaction experiment"?
Joachim Ribbentrop was only halfway through his words, but they were already thinking a lot.

"All we want is fairness, fairness, and damn fairness!"

"If this world doesn't let us poor people speak."

"Then we'll overturn this table!"

"Don't say we didn't warn you. Don't get too tied to the Americans. It's still unclear who's in charge in North America!"

He snorted, slammed the Mexican nameplate on the table, and stared at the Spanish representative.

The latter panicked and looked around at a loss, hoping someone would speak for them.

But he looked at the Englishman.

The British kept their heads down...After Churchill died, they haven't raised their heads for decades. What about Thatcher?
Falklands War?

Just bullying Argentina.

The game was almost overturned.

The Spaniards looked at France again…

The last French person with guts was Napoleon.

What can they say when they raise the white flag?
Finally, seeing that no one was helping them, and with Joachim Ribbentrop looking at them covetously, the Spaniards could only look insulted and said viciously, "We will not give up!"

After saying that, he took the nameplate and walked to the back.

There is no meaning in these harsh words.

All the members of the Spanish delegation lowered their heads, mainly because the look from the Mexicans was too hurtful to their self-esteem.

For the first time, this "sea overlord" felt insulted!
Joachim Ribbentrop sat directly in his seat, with France on his left and Britain on his right. He looked left and right, laughed out loud, folded his hands, and looked at the United States across the way, which made people's scalps tingle slightly.

The meeting started on time at ten o'clock in the morning.

When Secretary-General Boutros Ghali walked in, he immediately noticed that the mood was not right.

Everyone was not very happy and their faces were all livid.

He has no foundation and is actually just a puppet. Everyone can see that he has been unable to take any step since he came to power on January 1st.

No one listened to him, and it seemed as if the whole world was at war.

It gave him a headache.

He forced a fake smile and was about to make a joke when he saw someone stand up.

"Sir, I demand the expulsion of the Mexican representative!"

Boutros-Ghali took a closer look and said, "Oh my god... it's you, the Japanese troublemaker again."

He was actually very dissatisfied, but when he glanced at the American who was sitting firmly on the throne, he knew that this little brother must have planned to stand up.

Boutros-Ghali may not give face to Japan, but he cannot not give face to the United States.

"I agree!" The South Korean representative followed up and even threatened, "If Mexico is not expelled, we will stop all our work in the United Nations."

The younger brothers followed suit.

Big brother America just sits there.

This shows the world situation.

Just when the Secretary-General was in trouble, Joachim Ribbentrop solved the problem for him.

He simply grabbed a chair and threw it towards the other side.

"Oh Shet!"

The American who had been staring at him was so scared that he started cursing and dodged, covering his head.

But even if you hide, the Japanese behind you won't be able to catch up. He was originally very proud, and then...

His face was hit so hard that it was dented.

With a scream, he fell to the ground with blood all over his face.

It was chaos all over.

"Fuck them, beat them!" Joachim Ribbentrop waved his hand, and the Mexican delegation jumped over their chairs and circled around the American.

The glasses were broken.

The face turned red and he covered his eyes and screamed.

Before he became a commissioner, Joachim was a member of the armed forces, and his fists were strong.

"beat!"

"Show them some color!!"

The melee began.

Finally, when the security personnel came, they couldn't open it.

History calls it: "The Battle of the United Nations!"

...

"Boss, boss, the fight has started."

Victor was getting ready when Casare rushed in, frowning and making a gesture for silence.

Fatty Ka quickly shut his mouth.

"You must ensure that the frontline troops in Sonora and Tijuana are well-equipped. Also, allow the Fourth Army to take over Tijuana when necessary, and allow you to form a militia."

"A war is about to start. Are you nervous?"

Rommel on the other side looked calm and said, "General, please rest assured. Leave the western gate of the motherland to me. I will never lose it!"

Victor was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Don't worry, reinforcements will arrive. I will allocate three divisions to you. We will never allow them to destroy the victory we have achieved with great difficulty."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Rommel narrowed his eyes and said, "Let the division commanders come to the meeting!"

Meanwhile, Victor looked up at Casare and said, "You look so edgy, what's wrong with you?"

The other party laughed awkwardly.

"What's wrong? What happened again?"

Fatty Ka hurriedly said, "Joachim Ribbentrop had a fight with representatives of the United States, Britain, Japan, South Korea, and India at the United Nations."

"Did you win?!"

This is the most important.

"The American representative had a broken nose, the British representative had a cracked head, a female Korean staff member's prosthesis was knocked out, and three Japanese had broken ribs."

"Two of our men were injured, but they were not serious injuries."

"it is good!"

Victor shouted happily, "Well done, give credit to Joachim. Damn, if they bully us, we should punish them."

Victor is a typical example. No matter who starts the fight first, it won’t work if he loses.

"The United Nations can no longer stay here. Let them withdraw. That place is too chaotic. Anyway, a war between us and the United States is inevitable, so let's fight."

"We will fight until the United Nations accepts us back. Dignity is always on the edge of the sword, never begged for."

"Hydra has obtained the information."

Victor handed Casare a top-secret document, "The U.S. military plans to launch a surprise attack on February 2 to drag us into the quagmire of war."

When Fatty Ka heard this, his eyes widened. He quickly opened the document and found that it was written clearly.

And it is clearly written where to break in first.

"Is... Hydra's intelligence system so powerful?" He looked up in disbelief.

Victor was also surprised.

Hydra was founded less than a year ago...

Even if the funds are invested, it won't be that fast.

But in the end it all comes down to Hydra's beliefs and slogans.

When London fell, many people were killed, and those people were also famous on the list of the "Red Shoes Club".

To the extent that many people classify Hydra as: a paradise for a group of idealists!

then…

Many "idealists" from all over the world naturally joined in, including many senior executives.

There are also people in heaven who have compassion for all living beings!
Just like the loving father knows the "manga plan", many senior American officials don't know it, but there are many scientists among them... who are idealists.

The world is broken.

But there are always people patching things up.

"If we win this war, then... the seeds of light will spread across the world along with our ideals."

“When we need freedom, imperialism gets scared.”

Victor looked into the distance through the French window, "I just want everyone to have the right to choose."

Casare looked at his boss in admiration.

"The proof of progress is not in making the rich richer, but in making the poor less miserable!"

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(End of this chapter)