Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 462: After blowing up Victor, I want to go back and watch a movie with my daughter!
Mexico, Military and Political Building.

That is where the Ministry of National Defense is located, at the foot of Mount Tepeya.

The round table conference room on the top floor was filled with senior executives.

Deputy Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg held a stick and pointed at the projector behind him to give instructions.

"The US military is often proficient in weapons and forgets to exercise its will. This can be seen in the Gulf War. They prefer to bomb the enemy with high-tech weapons. This is their advantage and also our disadvantage."

No one can claim to be ahead of the United States in weapons...

Damn, they must have captured aliens on the moon and burned their butts with cigarette butts!
"In view of the comparison of the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy and us, the General Staff believed that we should not fight them in the wild, but should focus on the main battlefield in their important cities, fight street battles with the US troops, and use the "cold gun mode" to fight the US troops at close range."

street fighting!

These two words sound a little scary.

No matter how elite the troops are, they will feel dazed when facing this kind of combat method...

Because you have no idea which room or sewer the "magic soldier" will come out from and shoot you.

Lieutenant General Edward Fritz Blomberg tapped his palm with a stick, his face calm, "I personally think that the weakest link of the US military is its top brass, who don't care about the lives of ordinary soldiers. The 336.337th and th divisions have more than people entering San Diego, which is one of the largest ship bases of the US military. They will not give up so easily, so they will definitely try their best to take this city back."

"But when the casualties exceed a certain number..."

"The American military, without the support of faith, will suffer a spiritual collapse!"

"This is just your guess, Lieutenant General Blomberg. What if the American troops did not collapse?" Army Chief of Staff Erich Ludendorff asked with a frown.

"You know, it's easier for them to replenish supplies than for us. Even if one team is defeated, they can always bring in new troops."

The people around him heard what he said and nodded slowly, thinking that there was some truth in it.

"So, the battlefield is one of our means, but in order to win, we should also use some off-field tactics..."

Blomberg motioned to the projector to change the page, and with a click, a photo popped up.

The person above is chubby, and his eyes are squeezed into a slit by his cheeks.

But this man holds the rank of major general.

"Zachary O'Brien, Director of the U.S. Army Logistics Pension Division, has been in this position for 10 years. According to the intelligence we have, he embezzled pensions of approximately 272 U.S. soldiers, amounting to more than 3700 million U.S. dollars..."

Victor, who was sitting in the main seat, became interested and adjusted his sitting posture. "No family members came to visit?"

"They were all dismissed by the Pension Department with various excuses. In addition, the funds for more than 200 disabled American soldiers have not been paid. The oldest veteran can be traced back to the North Korean period."

President Kwaukmote immediately sensed the "crisis" here and his eyes lit up.

"Then can we use this incident to sow discord between the government and the lower-level soldiers?"

"of course."

"Besides, the military has a history of suppressing veterans. Perhaps many Americans have forgotten, but we can help them recall it." Edward Fritz Blomberg smiled sinisterly.

"No one wants to die and find his wife and elderly parents living in a shanty town with their young children and relying on relief food every day."

This actually makes a lot of sense. Why do we rarely see Americans willing to "sacrifice their lives for their country"?
Is it really because the US government allowed the surrender?

Don't be so stupid and look at it too much.

Article 2 of the United States' "Code of Conduct for Members of the Armed Forces" emphasizes that surrender is not allowed.

Only "forced surrender" is allowed. What is forced? Isn't it just being captured?

Some surrendered soldiers were brought to military court upon their return.

The famous "Japanese-American Battle of Bataan Peninsula!" More than 7 American troops surrendered.

Edward King, who leads the team, will know that he will be liquidated, but why would he do so?

First of all, he must be isolated and helpless, and the fight was frustrating. Secondly, he also understood the character of the US government. If you die, it is impossible for them to actually give you any subsidies.

Do you want money?

Will the congressmen be willing to approve it?

"Pragmatic" American soldiers have always been selfish, which is why 70,000 people were willing to surrender at the same time.

"Old soldiers never die, they are just in the tracks." Casare said this suddenly at this time.

Air Force Chief General Zolf Sherman, who was drinking tea, was so exhausted that he turned his head and spat out the tea.

He coughed violently.

He waved his hand hurriedly towards Victor who was sitting in the main seat, "Sorry, General."

Emperor Wei also laughed mockingly, "I wonder if MacArthur was beaten up by the veterans in hell."

Everyone present started laughing, and the tense atmosphere was instantly alleviated.

When you regard the warrior as a stubborn stone, the warrior will tell you the reality. It can be seen that the Americans have not studied Chinese history carefully, otherwise they would know that the American soldiers are very patriotic because they have not become "Wei Bo Ya soldiers".

That's what capitalism is all about, use it and throw it away.

In China, if a soldier becomes disabled while serving the country, the country will support him no matter what.

why?
Because they knew that if they kept him, when a war broke out, one soldier on the front line could do the work of three.

dong dong.

Victor knocked on the table, and everyone's smiles disappeared immediately. They sat up straight, and he glanced around, "It is precisely because of the precedent of the United States that we must implement the military-first policy. No one can undermine the construction of the army. Violators will be treated as treason!"

Hearing his words, Casare's face also froze.

As for whether a "special military rank" will be developed, it is better to spend the money to support the army than to pay compensation to the United States later.

"The task of stirring up trouble between the top government officials and the lower-level soldiers will be left to the intelligence department, Jeff Bennett, is that ok?"

The director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency, who was sitting in the corner, stood up immediately when he heard his name, his face tightening.

“Definitely mission accomplished!”

Victor nodded in satisfaction and raised his hand. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard the air raid alarm suddenly explode.

The chief of the imperial guard, Joseph Joffre, rushed in from outside with the secret service personnel. "General, the US military is invading our airspace. Let's hide for a while."

"Why panic!"

"Are the anti-aircraft defenses around Mexico City vegetarian? Call Albert Kesselring and shoot those sons of bitches down!"

"If you take him down, I'll personally present him with the medal!"

"Yes!"

...

Mexico has already established a preliminary militarized radar system.

Any UFO that comes in can be quickly locked onto.

And they also formed an air defense force...

Victor will directly send out a large number of these high-tech troops!
Because a qualified missile soldier, radar soldier, and communications soldier all rely on experience.

The quality of Mexico's existing soldiers is simply not enough...

Former soldier...

They welcome everyone who comes, it is simply a "cradle of drug dealers".

faith?

Not killing innocent people to take credit for your achievements is already a sign of having a conscience.

Uh…

Actually, I don’t know if there is one.

Mexican police and Thai police are actually the same.

It's just like Pol Pot telling a joke - he's the winner!

All the tens of thousands of people that Victor had previously recruited were sent to the front-line troops to serve as squad leaders, deputy squad leaders, platoon leaders and other grassroots positions. Otherwise, they would not be able to stand up.

There are about 2 soldiers available in the Gold Finger. A five-year air defense soldier needs about 20 points...

40 in ten years!
If you are an officer, the cheapest starting salary is 50.

Before the war, Victor had nearly 80 billion points, all of which were hard-earned.

Especially the members of the Red Shoes Club, the price is very high, and they are in a high position and have great power...

Much more than drug dealers.

This illustrates a truth: only by killing these bastards can we achieve anything.

People with power commit the most serious crimes.

This is also one of the reasons why Victor can only take the path of "idealism".

The Latin American region alone has caused its points to skyrocket, not to mention the Golden Triangle?

Once all the scumbags in the world are slaughtered, the United States will accuse Mexico of abusing aliens on the moon.

Victor directly spent 80 billion of the 40 billion points to exchange for 8000 "air defense soldiers" with ten years of experience, forming an air defense regiment directly under the military. He used the remaining 30 billion points to get a batch of MIM-104 Patriot air defense missiles...

He wanted to see whether the American missiles could shoot down American planes.

The commander of this force was Albert Kesselring.

In a canyon in the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains, about 200 kilometers from Mexico City.

The surroundings were green and overgrown with weeds, and it was unusually quiet; you could even hear the hoarse sounds of unknown creatures.

But now...

A short sound was heard in this unknown canyon.

Then I saw an astonishing scene.

The mountains on both sides of the canyon opened up, and five missile vehicles wrapped in green plants drove out.

This mountain is actually empty?!

⊙⊙！ ！

If you can walk in, you can see that there are many rooms filled with equipment.

"Report to the battalion commander, distant air situation, 01 batch, position 067, distance 200, 02 batch, position 069, distance 210!"

"Erect the missile!" The lieutenant colonel sitting in the command position was holding a walkie-talkie.

I saw that the five missile launchers in the canyon outside had been fixed and they all raised their heads.

"Lock the position!"

"locking!"

"volley!"

shhhhhh…

Five missile vehicles and 20 MIM-104 Patriot air defense missiles flew into the sky angrily.

One costs about 400 million US dollars... Compared with fighter jets, it is quite cheap.

But it's not something that ordinary people can afford, Victor?

He cheated!

At this time, at an altitude of 29000 feet, a US Air Force formation took off from Holloman Air Force Base in New Mexico and rushed straight over Juarez.

Nine B-9 bombers, escorted by 52 F-23E fighter jets, headed towards Mexico City.

Their purpose is simple...

Bombing the Mexican army's capital would have a great impact on their front-line troops.

And also use this method to tell Victor...

Who are you to dare to play this kind of game with us?
Aerial raids and bombings have always been the forte of the US military.

and…

They don't think that any air defense system can hit them.

Both the US Defense Intelligence Agency and the CIA have confirmed that Mexico does not have new generation air defense weapons...

I have confirmed this with Sister Yangyang...

This is also one of the reasons why the US Air Force is so unscrupulous.

The team was led by Colonel Alexander Jokic, who is also the recipient of the US Army's "Silver Star Medal" and "Air Force Medal of Honor", which is similar to a golden helmet.

"What a nice weather today." He could not help but sigh as he looked at the white clouds outside the window while flying a B-52.

The co-pilot was a lieutenant colonel, also his adjutant, a pilot of German descent.

"I had an appointment to go to the movies with my daughter today. Damn it, I broke the appointment again."

"But I think I'll have enough time to go back after I've dropped the bomb."

The co-pilot said with a smile.

Colonel Alexander Jokic doesn’t know why he feels uncomfortable with these words…

It means rejecting from within.

But he didn't say it. After all, for a bomber, it just needs to find the target, drop its weapons, turn around and leave. He also knew that Mexico only had dozens of fighter jets that were "stolen" from somewhere...most of them were antiques from World War II.

"Sir, your coffee." The crew member walked into the cockpit with coffee and looked at the operating system on the full screen with envy.

"Thank you."

Colonel Alexander Jokic took it and just as he brought it to his mouth, the plane bumped and all the liquid spilled all over him.

He screamed because of the heat.

He was busy dusting off his clothes.

"Beep beep!"

"Alarm! Alarm!"

The red alarm above his head suddenly sounded. He looked around in confusion, and finally looked at the co-pilot.

"Superman, Superman, here's the rooster..." the co-pilot was about to ask what was going on.

Then someone on the public channel shouted, "Missiles!"

"Mach 6!"

"Come closer quickly!"

Colonel Alexander Jokic was startled and held the microphone, "What a joke, 29000 feet (9000 meters), does Mexico have missiles that can fly that high?"

"Try to get away!!"

As soon as he gave the order, he saw an F16 at the edge of the formation trying to break away just turning around, and he saw with his naked eyes...

It's too late.

boom!
The fragments of the bomb flew in all directions like a deadly weapon.

A piece of aircraft debris about 1 meter long flew towards a B-52 bomber in the middle like a sharp blade.

A hole was directly cut in the wing, and the fragment was still stuck in it...

The wings fluttered vigorously, and the next second...

Snap!
It broke directly, and the B-52 bomber nicknamed "Kangaroo" fell straight down.

"Patriot! Patriot missiles!"

Colonel Alexander Jokic also panicked and quickly contacted the base.

But this is the time...

Dozens of patriots emerged from all directions.

The canyon is just a launching point, and there are about a dozen such launching points...

The key is to be flexible and maneuverable so as not to be caught in one fell swoop.

F16 can temporarily dodge by moving flexibly...

But it is not easy to fly a "geek in the sky" like the B-52. It weighs 220 tons when fully loaded. It's good enough that it can fly, but it also wants to make evasive maneuvers?

It's an aerial "target drone!"

So many words, but it only takes a blink of an eye.

The Patriot missiles rushed into the formation like a wolf into a flock of sheep...

The whole sky was filled with crackling explosions.

On a mountaintop in the Sierra Madre Oriental, a child is herding sheep while reading a picture book.

Suddenly he heard the sheep roaring, and before he could scold them, there was an explosion above his head.

He was so scared that he shrank his neck suddenly.

I looked up in horror and saw fireballs falling rapidly from the sky...

"mom!"

"Mother!!"

He ran down the mountain crying in fear, "The sun is falling!!"

The flock of sheep also fled in panic and fear.

And in the city below.

Almost everyone heard the loud noise in the air.

Someone was standing in the street.

Someone was standing on the balcony of a tall building, holding a telescope.

"Oh my god!"

A fat man licked his dry lips and looked at the scene with the same disbelief.

How many planes would fall down?

"Quick! Go check it out. The crash site is just outside the city. Also, there will definitely be a reward if you catch the pilot!"

Someone among the residents who were watching the excitement shouted, and the eyes of a group of young people lit up.

You also know...

Many single young guys are very brave. When they heard this, they got on their motorcycles and ran outside.

Outside the city of Hidalgo.

A pilot who parachuted from an F16 had no time to breathe after cutting off his parachute.

I saw more than a dozen motorcycles appearing on the path in the field, with people sitting on the back.

They hold in their hands...

kitchen knife?

shovel?

And... bricks?
When I saw the American pilot, my eyes lit up.

According to the Wartime Regulations, if a resident has made significant meritorious contributions, the minimum reward is 20 US dollars and the maximum reward is 100 million US dollars. In addition, medals will be awarded based on the size of the merit and the news will be announced nationwide!

The last four words are the most attractive.

Which young person doesn’t want to be famous?
Seeing these Mexicans, the pilot took out his pistol in fear and yelled, "Don't come near!"

Shoot at the person running in front of them.

bang~
The opponent was hit in the abdomen and fell to the ground, holding his abdomen and struggling.

The crowd fell silent.

Before the pilot could show joy on his face, he saw one of the men hitting him with a brick.

A bunch of people followed suit.

The pilot was dizzy and dazed...

He lost his grip on the gun in his hand due to extreme fear and it fell to the ground.

He panicked and wanted to pick it up immediately, but how could the Mexican young man let him do as he wished?
He rushed over with a strange cry and pinned him to the ground, then he rode on him, punching him left and right.

The person next to him came up and kicked him in the face.

"Don't hit me in the face! Don't hit me in the face! I surrender!" the pilot cried.

嗏

Mexicans speak Spanish, and many of them can't understand English at all. Seeing that you are still yelling, they think you are not convinced and beat you even harder.

When Hidalgo's police force finally arrived, everyone was stunned.

His face was covered in bruises and his hair had been pulled out.

"Come on, tie him up in the car and take him for a parade!" said the leading police officer with a wave of his hand.

"Officer, Anderson is dying." Someone said while holding his injured companion.

The police rushed over and saw that his face was pale. They asked people to carry him into the car and send him to the hospital.

"Don't worry, Anderson. I will definitely take care of your girlfriend for you." Someone shouted.

The injured Mexican youth suddenly widened his eyes, pointed at the other party, and fainted.

He definitely wanted to thank the other person's mother.

……

(End of this chapter)