Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 464 "Good night! Mexico!"

Reagan is coming!

He came to San Diego to reward the troops!
He was wearing a black suit and his hair was styled very straight, with a lot of hairspray.

Like a groom.

Under the protection of the Secret Service, he shook hands and greeted all the generals and officers at the San Diego Naval Base with a faint smile on his face.

This guy…

I also don’t want to be lonely!

Why would a retired president come to the front line to entertain the troops for no reason?
Don’t be silly, don’t you just want a second spring? !
Bush was shot by his own people and sent to the hospital. What kind of person is Clinton? He is just a playboy who can't control his little brother. How can he be president?

He doesn't have that ability, you know.

The only hero in the world is me, Ronald Wilson Reagan!
He brought along a dozen journalist friends. Although his team thought this matter was dangerous, they also believed that there would be greater hope.

if…

Mr. Reagan could take a gun to the front lines and fight Mexicans, and with just one clip, they could convince public opinion to rank him as one of the greatest presidents!

But Reagan thought about it...

Forget it, bullets have no eyes.

The typical person who wants votes but doesn't dare to risk his life.

There was a podium at the entrance of the naval base. He grabbed both sides with his hands, raised his head, looked at the officers sitting below, and tore up his speech in public.

The group of people below were confused.

Reagan said passionately, "When my adviser handed me this stack of speeches, I knew I would not say anything wrong because every word here has been carefully selected."

"but!"

"Gentlemen, this is not what I want. My compatriots are resisting aggression, and I should vent my emotions. This cold speech cannot express my respect and love for you."

have a look…

What is a politician? This is someone who tells lies with open eyes.

The advisory group standing at the back looked at each other and smiled helplessly. They were used to it. When necessary, they would be pushed out to be whipped.

Don’t even mention it…

The crowd below bought into this and instantly jumped for joy.

"We will definitely be able to eliminate Victor's tyranny, and we can also protect our country. Gentlemen, please tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will definitely help you solve them."

"Our goal is to make America great forever!"

With his words, the atmosphere was very good.

The people below shouted Reagan's name in unison.

This made him couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

After Clinton leaves office, the next president must show his prowess again.

Someone said he was old?

Do not!
I can still lead the United States for decades.

No one noticed.

Seven Pchela-T1000 bomber drones infiltrated San Diego from 7 meters above the ground in the four corners of east, south, west and north.

This kind of thing flies at a very low altitude and you can't even see it with your radar.

"Unit 1.4.7, target located."

In the Information Warfare Department.

The operator was wearing a headset, shouting, and the joystick on his fingers slightly moved the camera.

Helmut Moltke lay down in the back, "Lower altitude."

"Yes!"

Three drones began to emerge from the clouds, and there was a large red frame on the screen, covering the entire naval base.

It's like a scope.

finally…

The situation below is clearly visible.

Helmut Moltke saw a group of people sitting at the gate of the base and fell silent...

Brother, are you looking down on us?

Isn't this just sticking your head out for others to be beheaded?

The officers standing behind him also scratched their heads.

"General, could this be a trap?" someone asked in a low voice.

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to get... drones?" Helmut Moltke asked after taking a glance.

"They must be crazy then."

"The Americans may have taken too many drugs."

The officers behind him whispered to each other.

"Quiet!"

Helmut Moltke shouted, and they instantly shut up. He leaned forward and pointed at the screen, "Explode!"

"Since they are seeking death, we will send them to hell."

The operator nodded vigorously, quickly opened the weapon system with his fingers, unlocked the cluster bomb inside the drone, and pressed hard on the red button, which read: Drop bombs!
The Pchela-T2 bomber drone in the air opened its belly and dropped a cluster bomb while spinning downwards!

In mid-air, the bomb disintegrated and then dispersed into hundreds of small bombs.

It whistled and smashed towards the ground!

Reagan was still speaking when he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart. Ever since he was assassinated, he had an intuition about death.

"Be careful!!"

Reagan was stunned by someone in the crowd who shouted, and then he heard a whistling sound above his head.

Still haven't reacted...

There was excruciating pain in my body!
Then the whole person was blown away, with holes all over his body from the cluster bombs...

What's that in the distance?
Look, Reagan, does it look like your intestines?

There was a panic at the welcome party, and everyone was running around like headless flies, but... who can outrun a cannonball?

There was a deafening sound, sweeping down an entire area.

A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

This is not the end...

The other four Pchela-T4 bombers also arrived and dropped a second round of bombs below.

Boom boom boom!
Reagan, the air is full of it (him?)

...

Pentagon.

Robert Gates was holding a cigarette in his mouth and pressing the lighter hard in his hand.

pat~
No fire.

He pressed it again, but still nothing happened. He frowned slightly, and tried harder in disbelief, but there was no response.

"Fake Squid!"

Robert angrily threw the lighter worth tens of thousands of dollars to the ground.

If he wasn't still rational, he would have cursed the lighter. Even you, you want to bully me?

But when I saw tens of thousands of dollars lying on the ground, I felt a little distressed and went to the door to pick them up.

Just as he lowered his head, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and with a bang, he fell on his back.

The pain from his head instantly made him furious, "Asshole! What are you doing! Is your father dead, or is your mother dead!"

The secretary who pushed the door open hurriedly helped him up. When he heard what he said, he was startled, muttered, and his pupils shrank. "Sir, Mr. Reagan... was killed in the bombing in San Diego!"

Robert raised his head in a flash, and immediately forgot about the pain from the red bump on his head...

"No...No way, you have to be kidding me right?"

He gave a dry laugh, but when he saw the other party's grief-stricken look, he lost his breath and his face flushed red, then turned pale in an instant.

He grabbed the secretary's arm forcefully and said, "Hurry...this matter cannot be spread out!"

That's Reagan, who holds a very high status in the hearts of Americans and is hailed as one of the "greatest Americans."

Some even say that if it weren't for him, the United States might have collapsed in the 80s.

But if such a person were "killed" by the Mexicans on the front line, it would be simply...

unimaginable!

The secretary cried, "We already know. A dozen journalists and six generals from the naval base were also killed in the explosion!"

Robert Gates felt dizzy and stretched out his hand, his voice trembling, "Quick, go find President Clinton!"

Quite a few...

He was as if he was going to the West to ask for help from the Buddha, because he knew that this was no longer something he could be responsible for.

There were only 6 general officers, and there had not been such casualties since World War II.

"Hel me up."

The secretary next to him helped him up, but Robert's legs were still a little weak and he fell to his knees.

Looks miserable...

He suddenly felt a little envious of that old bastard Rumsfeld. That old bastard ran so fast.

It’s over.

My life is over.

At this time, Clinton had originally planned to visit the veterans to comfort them because a "starvation death" incident had occurred in the veterans' sanatorium in San Francisco!
An elderly widow from World War II was abused and starved to death in a nursing home...

This was revealed by a small newspaper, but it caused an uproar and discussions about the treatment of US military veterans began to emerge on the Internet.

The White House Secretariat is not full of useless people. Many people have noticed something is wrong and must suppress the signs of this matter, otherwise...

Something bad is going to happen!
There's a war going on at the front line.

But on the way, they received a phone call and drove back in a hurry with the sirens sounded.

The residents along the way were all surprised to see the convoy coming back.

"What's wrong? Why are you back again?" A woman in pajamas asked her husband while leaning against the window.

"Maybe Clinton shit his pants? I just don't think that guy has a sphincter."

My husband, who was watching TV, snorted and paused, then came over in his slippers and looked at the anxious look of the convoy, "Maybe someone died?"

The wife pushed her husband hard and said, "Your mouth stinks."

At this moment, on the TV, the director rushed up to the stage with a piece of paper in his hand. The host was stunned and took it with confusion...

This has never happened before.

She glanced at what was written on the paper, her eyes widened, and her whole body trembled.

If you don’t know, you might think he brought some small toy.

next second...

The female host's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and she actually... cried in public!
! ! ! !
"Cry, cry, cry, NM, say something!" The director behind the camera clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.

Seeing this, the male host next to him grabbed the paper. When he saw the message, everyone in front of the TV could clearly see his brows tremble slightly.

But his good psychological quality still made him cheer up:
"Now let me tell you a breaking news!"

"Former US President Ronald Wilson Reagan was attacked and killed in a bombing while visiting troops at the San Diego Naval Base!"

The husband who was originally cursing Clinton in front of the TV took a deep breath. His mouth... is so powerful?!

Has it been blessed?
This is really deadly!

He looked at his wife beside him and saw that she was staring with tears streaming down her eyes.

Reagan was popular among women because he had been an actor, was handsome, and had a witty and humorous way of speaking.

But such people...

He was actually killed in the explosion?
OMG…

Today must be April Fools' Day!
The news of Reagan's death in the bombing swept across the United States in an instant like the wildfire in San Francisco!
Then the whole world!

"!(US President Reagan was shot dead by Mexico in San Diego!) - Al Jazeera Gulf News.

"My heart aches!! The commander of the レーガンrice, the サンディエゴでメキシコにshoots the される!!! (Brothers who often watch movies don't need to translate.)" - Japan's "NHK 7 o'clock news".

“!!!!! (Oh my God!!! The Mexican tyrant killed our favorite leader!! Ah!)” - KBS News!

...

With modern advanced communication technology, there is no way to hide such things. If they are passed on immediately, who cares whether they are true or not?
Just traffic.

Ginza, Tokyo.

The Japanese government immediately ordered the red color along the border to be changed to white.

Used to mourn the loss of "life".

He is worthy of being a son. His father is dead, and his filial piety is evident to all. Otherwise... he could just take them away directly.

Neighboring South Korea is even more ruthless. It is said that the Blue House plans to lower its flag to half-mast in mourning and the whole country will observe a three-day silence.

Tsk tsk tsk…

It’s indeed a Korean, what a joke.

And the rabbit next to it:

“Ah? Ah! Ah?!”

Anyway, seeing the reactions from countries around the world is also a highlight.

Hot spot explosion!

After Clinton returned to the White House, no one knew what he said, but according to the retelling of his three aunts and seven great aunts.

On this day…

Clinton controlled his lower body.

In such a "boiling" situation, Mexico was the last to know.

For Victor, everyone was fighting the war to establish the country, so how could he have time to watch TV?

But when the "screams" from the United States next door came through the TV, Casare was so excited that he almost broke through the wall and rushed directly into Victor's office.

"Boss! Boss!!!"

"Regan..."

He pointed at the newspaper with a red face and thick neck, "Reagan is dead!"

Victor, who hadn't slept well for three days, was holding a cigarette and looked confused.

"That American actor Reagan, the president, was shot dead by us in San Diego, and his body was mutilated."

Victor's expression.

Σ(°△°|||)!
Then: ()Shock!!

He jumped up suddenly, and without noticing the cigarette butt, it fell directly on his clothes.

"Who did it? Well done!!"

"According to American news, they were killed by a drone. They were informationized combat troops." Casare said happily.

"Helmut Moltke?"

Victor smiled even more brightly, "Quick, call him over here. No, no, I'm going over there. Also call the Chiefs of Staff and the Chiefs of the Army and Navy over here."

"understand!"

Victor couldn't even describe his excitement right now.

He didn't even know how to reward the other party. This was simply an unprecedented achievement!

In the history books!

Yes, in history books!

February 2nd, a date destined to be remembered in military history!

...

The informationized combat forces are directly under the Ministry of National Defense.

It is located at the foot of Mount Tepeya and covers a small area of ​​about 17000 square meters, equivalent to two football fields.

Helmut Moltke, who had not slept for several days, was resting in the cubicle when he was woken up by someone who pushed him hard.

"General Moltke..."

He opened his eyes blearily and saw a familiar face.

It was none other than the Deputy Chief of Staff, Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg.

Helmut Moltke almost rolled off the wire bed, stood up quickly, and saluted: "Sir!"

Lieutenant General Blomberg was very happy. He patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "Well done, great job!"

This completely confused the other party.

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"You don't know? That's right, there's not even a TV in here, and you don't know what's happening outside. Did you send a drone to attack the San Diego Naval Base?"

"Do you know who you killed?"

Helmut Moltke shook his head.

"Reagan! Former President of the United States Ronald Wilson Reagan!"

Moltke's eyes suddenly widened.

He was also scared.

I thought it was some blind military figure, so I thought I would just blow it up, but who knew...

It turned out that he was the one who died!

"Hurry up, get ready, the general is coming to visit the troops." Lieutenant General Blomberg patted him on the shoulder, his tone also a little envious, "You are going to be rich."

Now he is sure to be promoted to general. Perhaps, if a great general appears in the future, he will definitely be among the first candidates.

Helmut Moltke grinned, unable to suppress his inner joy.

"Stop grinning and get ready."

"Yes, sir!"

He shouted loudly, and felt that he could hold on for another seven days.

August 2, 3:2.

Victor and his team went directly to the informationized combat unit.

Helmut Moltke and hundreds of soldiers lined up to welcome him.

Emperor Wei, dressed in military uniform, got down from the car with a smile on his face, which had not faded all day.

"General, the informationized combat troops report to you!" The other party trotted over and saluted him.

“Straddle.”

"Yes!"

Helmut Moltke turned around and gave the order: "Stand astride!"

Hundreds of people stood straight with their hands behind their backs.

Casare handed him a microphone, and Victor waved his hand and asked someone to bring a chair over.

Stand on it yourself.

"Brothers, some of you must have known this."

"That's right!"

"You have done a great job!"

"Yesterday's shooting of US President Reagan made world history, shattered the pride of Americans, and thoroughly taught them that those who do evil will not have a good outcome!"

Although Reagan was an advocate of drug prohibition, it was also during his period that the drug epidemic in the United States reached its greatest level.

In the 80s…

golden age.

"I'm so proud of you!"

All the soldiers below were very excited, their eyes shining.

"To be honest, I don't know how to evaluate this unprecedented achievement. I have decided to include this moment in Mexico's national textbooks starting next year, and to name the west square in the center of Mexico City: Helmut Moltke Square!"

"The number of the informationized combat unit will be erected above!"

"Also, you will be awarded a collective special medal, and the honor will be engraved in marble at the door."

"And inform the entire army to learn from you!"

You know what's most attractive to soldiers?
Live forever!

Long live the honor!

Victor's handwriting written into the textbook made the soldiers cheer for joy.

This was also the first time in Victor's time that a general's name was written on the square.

"Long live the general!"

"Long live the general!"

Victor reached out and pressed down, and everyone below fell silent instantly.

His control over the army is evident from this.

"Promote Helmut Moltke to Lieutenant General, award him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds, and a bonus of $65!"

“晋升第3、4、5、6操作组组长少校军衔，奖励20万美金，授予双剑橡叶骑士铁十字勋章，组员每人10万美金。”

"The rest of the informationized combat troops will receive $5 each."

Another sum of money was thrown away.

But it’s okay…

Victor has quite a bit of money in his piggy bank.

The officers standing behind him all had red eyes, as did the soldiers below.

It’s not about the money, it’s mainly because the honor is so great.

The team leader has been promoted to major, which makes him an officer.

Helmut Moltke's was the 13th Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.

How can one not be envious?
This is the future.

Helmut Moltke's eyes turned red, and he raised his hand, "Swear allegiance to the general until death, overthrow American hegemony, and long live world peace!"

Look...

What an artistic way of saying this.

Victor got down from his chair, awarded them medals personally, visited the war room, and had dinner with the soldiers in the evening before leaving. When he left, he told them to make new contributions so that they could celebrate together.

After watching the convoy leave.

The troops, who had long been unable to contain their excitement, were seething with excitement.

"calm down!"

Helmut Moltke said to his adjutant, his breathing a little rapid, "The general is very kind to us, we must work harder."

The adjutant's nostrils were twitching and his eyes turned red when he saw his boss's medal.

"General, what do you say about bombing Clinton? Our drones can infiltrate the United States and fire at the White House! Bomb those bastards to death?"

Helmut Moltke: "..."

After returning to the National Palace, Victor did not rest, but instead gave a national speech. On television, he acknowledged the special operation that killed Reagan and praised the information force.

"In this confrontation between good and evil, we have achieved fruitful results. I am proud of my soldiers, I am proud of my motherland, and I am proud of my people!"

“Trust us, Mexico.”

"We will never make you cry again!"

"We will defeat the hegemony that bullies us, we will defeat the drug dealers who lie on our bodies and suck our blood, we will maintain the small peace in the world, we will let children grow up, we will let the elderly live in peace, we will let ladies dance in skirts at night, and we will let everyone have the freedom to choose."

Victor faced the camera, smiled, and tears couldn't help but flow from his eyes.

"I love this land deeply, and I love you all deeply."

"I wish you good health, good night and sweet dreams!"

The news coming from Victor's own mouth was naturally correct, and the public opinion that had long been suppressed suddenly exploded.

From Tijuana in the north to Guerrero in the central and southern parts of the country, and even in areas controlled by drug traffickers in the south, fireworks were shot into the sky.

Completely illuminate the entire night.

Even some diehards in the South had to admit that unless Victor was overthrown by military means, it would be impossible to rely solely on public opinion.

He made this country, which had been exploited by the United States since the 19th century, slowly and slowly stand up. It can be said that he was "the greatest emperor of Mexico" at that time!

"Thanks Victor!"

"Good night, Mexico!"

……

(End of this chapter)