Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 460 Civil officials are not afraid of money and military officials are not afraid of death!

October 1th at 22pm.

The UN spokesperson made a serious complaint to dozens of news media outlets, "The Mexican delegation's behavior has seriously tarnished this sacred place. We have decided to cancel its UN seat and expel it from the country before 23 a.m. on the rd!"

"We also sternly warn Mexico not to turn North America into a land of war!"

"If a war breaks out, Victor and his men will be immediately listed as war criminals and wanted worldwide!"

After the spokesperson read out the warning verbatim, he left with a gloomy face, and the reporters below could not stop him no matter how hard they shouted.

It is the first one that can cause the United Nations to take the action of "expulsion".

At 9: on the press conference, the Security Council held an emergency closed-door meeting.

No one knew what happened, but when it was over, the American representative came out with a look on his face as if his father had died.

"Mr. Ward, is this meeting about whether to deal with Mexican mercenaries?" A female reporter ran up and handed him the microphone.

But before he could finish his words, someone pulled him hard from behind and he fell down. The reporters standing behind him hurriedly filled the gap.

Upon seeing this, the security personnel nearby hurriedly and nervously protected the American representative.

This is the deputy head of the group. He had his head broken in the fight this morning...

"Mr. Ward, is a new round of conflict between the United States and Mexico about to start? Mexico has already begun deploying troops to the border area. Is there any new chance for peace?"

Perhaps because he was annoyed by the noise, Ward stopped and frowned, with dissatisfaction flashing behind his three-centimeter-thick glasses. "The Mexico led by Victor is undoubtedly evil..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a reporter throwing a microphone at him, hitting the other person's nose.

"Ow!!!"

With a scream, Ward covered his hands and yelled, "Fuck!!"

He was anxious...

He was anxious...

"The United States is the most evil. Fuck it, Ward, your whole family is rotten. Your mother will be raped sooner or later, and your daughter will be turned into leather shoes by red shoes sooner or later..."

The security guard rushed over and pinned the young reporter to the ground, and his glasses fell off...

But he also shouted: "Long live the great Victor!!"

Deputy Captain Ward was already furious. In the closed-door meeting just now, the Security Council voted 4 to 1 on whether to send troops, and it was obvious who voted for that 1.

He slammed the table and loudly asked why he disagreed.

Rabbit: Call your mother, so loudly.

But he also knew that this kind of meeting was of little value. Whether the United States agreed or not, it would definitely take action against Mexico.

Russia, which succeeded the Soviet Union, may not send troops, but the others have agreed to help.

Now someone gave him another microphone, he became furious, pushed away the security personnel, and kicked the reporter on the head in public.

Everyone was in an uproar!
Reporters nearby took pictures of this scene.

This is huge news!
Delegation members beat up protesters!
The group of journalists is a double-edged sword. If used well, they can defeat the enemy, but if used poorly, they will backfire on themselves.

"Sir, calm down, calm down!" The security personnel next to him quickly pulled him away.

Ward calmed down and realized the inappropriateness of his behavior. He covered his face and said, "Hand him over to the police!"

After saying that, he ran away.

The reporters behind him captured his horrified look.

At the same time, in Brussels, Belgium.

The NATO spokesperson gave an impassioned speech, elaborating on Victor's atrocities and Mexico's perverse actions.

Declared: "When America is in trouble, Europe is in trouble, and NATO will never sit idly by!"

These words are very powerful.

NATO has clearly decided to end it.

In the face of these jackals, tigers and leopards, the Mexican government wrote two words on its official website:
free!

It was as if they were communicating across the air.

The air in North America was filled with smoke.

...

On the Los Cabos National Highway in Baja California.

The loud speaker on the Hummer with flashing lights said: "All personnel and vehicles please pull over and cooperate with the work!"

The driver of a gray dump truck, smoking a cigarette, saw and heard it in the rearview mirror.

But he totally ignored it.

Failure to comply with traffic regulations is the norm for dump trucks.

He hummed a little tune and pretended not to see it.

The Humvee also noticed him, accelerated, drove side by side with him, and shouted at him: "All personnel and vehicles, pull over, please cooperate with the work!"

The policeman sitting in the back opened the window and shouted loudly.

Seeing that the other party was indifferent.

He just pulled out his pistol and shot at the rearview mirror!
boom!
The driver shuddered with fear, his eyes widened, what the hell?

shot?
Should traffic violators be shot to death?

He swallowed hard and had to park the dump truck aside. As soon as he got out of the car, he was pinned to the ground by the police.

“Why don’t you stop?”

"I…I didn't hear that."

"did not hear it?"

The leading police officer had a dark face and said, "Take him away. Which company are you from? Let your person in charge come to pick you up."

Upon hearing this, the driver's face turned green and he hung his head, looking dejected.

The other cars were very obedient and pulled over, but they were all a little confused about the sudden traffic control.

buzz~
Suddenly, a dull engine sound was heard.

"Dad, look!" A child shouted to his father, patted his shoulder hard and pointed outside.

"what?"

My father looked outside in confusion and saw a green troop carrier approaching with soldiers sitting in the back.

"This is a troop transport convoy."

"That's a tank, a tank!" the child shouted excitedly.

My father saw a large transport truck with more than a dozen tanks and armored vehicles on the upper and lower floors.

The car owners on the roadside were all very surprised. They got out of their cars and stood there pointing and talking.

"That's the M198 155mm howitzer. With one shot, not a scrap is left."

Some military fans' eyes light up when they see the equipment, and some models are just made up casually.

This military fan who sees the equipment is like a pervert who sees a woman.

The breathing sounds are all the same.

"See that gun muzzle? It's the M109 self-propelled howitzer, the standard weapon of the Americans. Oh my!"

"And that... Type 83 self-propelled artillery?"

"This should be the organization of a Marine Division. Is it going to Tijuana?"

Many people don’t understand weapons and equipment, but they can see the border situation from the news.

"Is a fight about to break out?" a woman asked with a worried look on her face.

"It should be, fight! Let's fight, those damned American capitalists should have a taste of the power of the iron fist, and the humiliation brought upon us by the Mexican-American War must be avenged now!"

Looking at the weapons and equipment, many old Mexicans felt proud.

This was actually the effect Victor wanted. He specifically ordered the troops not to cover while on the move.

Just to let everyone see, in this war, it is still uncertain who will win.

American weapons are powerful...

But there is still a drawback: it is too close to Mexico.

The Fourth Army and the three field artillery regiments deployed there had a total of thousands of artillery pieces. According to the military's orders, they were waiting for the enemy to launch an attack on February 2.

Concentrate your firepower and fire across the board!
As soon as possible, the border area was bombed into ruins.

Of course, we must also be careful about the US military's air firepower. The Gulf War is a good learning material. If we do not have good air defense capabilities, these will become targets.

The air defense regiments of the First, Second and Third Armies in the Central Region and the Patriot-3 missile air defense regiment directly under the military headquarters all moved closer to the border areas.

Victor was ready for a battle.

Facing the "warnings" from NATO and the United Nations, Victor arrived at the front line on the 27th.

Nogales, Sonora. It's only 100 kilometers from the United States.

Stationed here are two divisions of the 4th Marine Army, the 337th and 338th Divisions, with a total of more than 3 people.

Thousands of soldiers lined up in neat rows.

Standing on the stage, Victor felt murderous intent and passion surging in his chest.

"Bros!"

"I won't preach those big principles. I really can't fight, but that son of a bitch Yankee doesn't want us to live a good life. He doesn't like someone standing next to him and exposing his darkness!"

"He doesn't like people holding up fire for the poor, what do they like?"

"They like to sit in their offices, drink coffee, and then criticize us, the children of workers and farmers. They stifle the upward path of the bottom. They have committed crimes. Why can't anyone judge them?"

"What are we fighting for?"

Victor raised his right hand and pointed, his face excited. "For the ideal, for the greatest and simplest belief of all mankind, we are human beings, not animals!"

"Of course, I know that there are people outside who make cold remarks, saying that Victor, sitting in the National Palace, is using other people's lives to highlight his own greatness."

"Please rest assured, if the Americans step into our land, I..."

He patted his chest vigorously and said, "I will die on the front line. Anyone who sees me as a deserter can shoot me."

He said this with great passion.

The soldiers below, whose average age was less than 22, looked at him fanatically.

This is equivalent to saying: The time has come when the country needs us.

Who wouldn’t feel a chill on their scalp after hearing these words?

"Moreover, Vice President Casare Gonzalez's younger brother is serving among you. He will be at the forefront."

"We are different from capitalism. Our children have never been gilded. We want them to go to the most intense places of war. Anyone can sacrifice, so why can't our relatives?"

Victor glanced at Fatty Ka and motioned for him to come up and say a few words.

The latter came up and breathed a sigh of relief, "I hope my dear brother will fight bravely and not be afraid of death. When your ideals and beliefs collapse and fail, please wait for me in hell. I will go with you!"

Many people on the stage looked at him in surprise, and it was obvious that they were also surprised that he could say such words.

I thought he was just a favored "traitor", but I didn't expect he had such courage.

People, this thing is really complicated.

The soldiers below finally got a little excited and looked at each other.

They are not afraid of death, they are just afraid that their death will be in vain.

But when the son of a big shot goes to war with you, it's simply...worth a thousand words.

This is not like what happened to George H.W. Bush during the Pacific War, when he fell into the sea and had thousands of people trying to rescue him.

That rubbish Mountbatten, if he didn't have a noble bloodline, could he have been the commander?

Even a JB would complain about his dirty underwear.

Only dogs matter when it comes to pedigree.

"Long live the Mexican people! Long live freedom!"

Casare raised his hands and cheered loudly.

The soldiers below were full of morale and also responded loudly.

And in the square array below.

Felix pursed his lips tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears that were flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, brother, I won't embarrass you!"

The reporter who followed took photos of Casare's scene.

A hundred years later, someone will remember them through information.

After the meeting was disbanded, the Chief of Staff of the 4th Army, Fedor von Bock, asked in a low voice.

"Do you need to call Felix?"

He certainly knew who Casare's brother was and where he served.

Victor glanced at his close comrade-in-arms, who hesitated for a moment but finally shook his head.

"No need, we will meet naturally on the day of our triumphant return."

Fedor von Bock patted him on the shoulder.

Victor and his crew took a special train northwards, rather than flying unless necessary, as who knows if there would be any accidents.

The "Tammuz-1981" operation to bomb Saddam in 1 was a typical "white-cloth crossing the river" behavior, which resulted in many countries preferring to shoot down passenger planes rather than let them go.

If the United States next door knew about Victor's movements, do you think they would launch missiles?

Although the patent is slow, it is safer. The carriages are all made of bulletproof materials, and even the chefs are brought by the train, while the waiters are all bodyguards from the Secret Service.

Victor looked at the scenery outside. As February approached, everything began to revive, and touches of green began to bloom.

He was slightly absent-minded.

After the war, no one knows how many will be left.

“South Korea has sent troops.”

Suddenly, Casare, who was sitting opposite, spoke up, holding a newspaper in his hand.

Victor frowned with a question mark on his face.

The other party hurriedly handed over the newspaper.

North Korea's Rodong Sinmun is a rare newspaper in Mexico.

It says:

"According to the North Korean command, South Korea recently dispatched a special forces unit of more than 600 people, whose members belong to the Combat Control Team (CCT), Air Force sequence."

"It is said that these soldiers will enter the Fort Hood Army Base in Texas for three months of special training."

"But the reality is that we may be involved in future wars in North America."

Casare raised his head and looked at Victor.

“The first country in Asia to suffer.”

Who knew that Emperor Wei would smile so suddenly, and he had dimples.

"Originally I only had a 6-fold chance of winning the war, but now with them, we have an 8-fold chance."

"South Korea has a record of killing a four-star American general. The Americans don't care about this bitter lesson. I think they will have more bad luck."

South Korea?

Ace...

Isn't it said, what kind of fighting power does it have?

Even if a country has combat capability, it won't have 19 troops stationed there.

There aren't that many terrorist groups even in Afghanistan.

"However, this also shows that the U.S. military is calling on its friends and intends to give us a hard time."

"Then let's see whether his teeth are sharper or my bones are tougher!"

"General."

Joseph Joffre trotted over from the next carriage, looking a little anxious.

"The 136th Texas Infantry Regiment opened fire on our border residents at the Juarez border, killing 22 and injuring 17."

"!!!"

"When did this happen?"

Joseph Joffre checked his watch. "Twenty minutes ago."

Victor slammed the table. "This is simply too much!"

"Then fight."

"Issue a statement immediately!"

"Boss... don't you want to wait for number 2?"

"What are you waiting for? We have the initiative now. They fired first. Do we have to wait until they have fired enough before we fight back?"

Victor stared.

"A rubbish country that uses drugs, traffics in people, and kidnaps children should be taught a lesson."

1992 1 Month 27 Day.

The self-defense counterattack against the United States has officially begun!
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(End of this chapter)