Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 465 "War decides everything!"

San Diego Front.

The news about Reagan being killed was played over and over again.

The morale of the US military has fallen to the bottom!

In a bank...

It is affiliated with Company A, 1nd Battalion, 2st Marine Regiment, st Marine Division of the U.S. Army.

They were mainly responsible for guarding the bank and the subway exit not far away to prevent Mexicans from infiltrating.

Gulu gulu~
The night was filled with the sounds of hunger and the wailing of the wounded.

"Fuck! Alpaca, we want food, we want food! You bastard!"

"We haven't eaten for 27 hours. Restraint? Damn it, I can restrain myself!"

Suddenly, a mad roar expressed dissatisfaction, and all the soldiers lying on the ground or dozing against the wall opened their eyes.

Then I saw the company commander, Captain Antilochus Hodgson, holding a satellite phone and angrily swearing.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Fuck!!!"

The person on the other end hung up the phone directly, and he was so angry that he almost smashed the phone. Fortunately, the deputy company commander next to him quickly pulled him back.

Antilochus Hodgson's chest was heaving rapidly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked particularly... haggard.

"Logistics...can't be delivered yet?" the deputy company commander asked in a low voice.

"Those bastards..."

"Reagan and the generals at the naval base were killed in the bombing. They are now busy preparing for a memorial service. They told me to control myself. It's okay to go without food for a few days."

Antilochus Hodgson repeated what the other party said. He even laughed when he said this, with his hands on his hips, "Regan! Reagan! Isn't it just a warmonger who died? But we still have dozens of people, and even tens of thousands of people on the front line."

The deputy company commander sighed.

The hope that had been ignited in the soldiers nearby slowly died down, and their heads drooped.

"We don't have enough food to eat, we don't have any logistics, and we haven't received our salary for three months. I would say we should just surrender!"

No one knew who among the soldiers said this.

Suddenly, the whole atmosphere became weird.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you.

In fact, no one would have thought that the US military had already begun to owe wages on a sporadic basis.

Moreover, no one could have imagined that the US military also has to pay rent, and most soldiers rely on subsidies to survive.

The main source of soldiers is not the so-called "good family children", but people who want green cards, students who want credits, and homeless people on the street.

I really did it. I only made a few hundred dollars a month, and I still worked my ass off.

"Who! Whoever said that, stand up!" The company commander, Captain Antilochus Hodgson, became angry when he heard this and yelled.

Then I saw a sergeant standing up in defiance.

With a dark face, he rushed to the other party, spitting, "It's shameful for a soldier to say this. Mexico is invading the United States, and you are defending your country!"

"Do those capitalists and the gentlemen on Capitol Hill think we are Americans?"

The sergeant stuck out his neck and retorted, "We need to eat. You already said that. Those people are busy holding a memorial service. What about us? What about our lives?!"

"Three months, three months without salary, you make me work hard, I can earn more by selling my life and ass than being a soldier! Captain Antilochus Hodgson!!"

The sergeant roared, thrusting forward and ramming the other man's head hard.

The deputy company commander pushed him hard and said, "Shut up, Alec, you are a soldier, obey orders..."

But who knew that the sergeant was obviously a little emotionally broken. He pulled the bolt in his hand and pointed the M16 directly at his superior.

"They don't treat us as human beings. They want to lick the oligarchs' asses. Then let them go to the battlefield and give them nothing. Defend the country? Fuck you! Rebellion."

"Everyone get up, surrender, quit, surrender to the Mexicans, and you will get everything."

Captain Antilochus Hodgson looked at the muzzle of the gun, his scalp tightened, and he stepped forward with his eyes wide open. "Come on, shoot, shoot here. Shoot me to death, and I will not let you surrender. We belong to the 1st Marine Division, we have our honor, and we will never allow anyone to be a traitor..."

Before he could finish his words, the sergeant pulled the trigger, and the gun went off...

The company commander and deputy company commander were killed with a single burst of bullets at close range!

"Pretend to be an XMGB!"

The sergeant's eyes were red. He turned his head and stared at the soldiers like a mad bull.

Everyone else was shocked by his behavior.

The inferior defeats the superior!
In the US military... it's very uncommon.

This is the culture of the Japanese.

"Those who are willing to surrender can follow me, and those who are not willing can leave. America? Bah! If I die here, the pension will be embezzled by them. I don't want to make a useless resistance."

"Anyone leaving? If you are, follow me!"

After the sergeant finished speaking, he left without looking back. The soldiers behind him looked at each other, and finally a dozen people followed him after hesitating.

They don't want to die.

They can’t die…

The student loans haven't been paid off yet.

The sergeant walked out of the bank, raised his gun and shouted:

"I surrender!"

This sound attracted all the American and Mexican soldiers hiding in the surrounding building.

The moonlight shines down, as if making everything around it very peaceful.

Some American soldiers who saw this scene suddenly changed their expressions.

"Shoot! Shoot him to death!" an officer shouted in fear.

Surrender must never happen, otherwise... it will trigger a chain reaction.

But the soldiers remained indifferent.

The American officer who gave the order suddenly looked unhappy.

Ruined!
San Diego's defense...

It's going to crash!

……

The impact of Reagan's attack and death is simply beyond words.

Mexico's "beheading operation" has sparked discussions around the world.

the most important is…

It allowed many fence-sitters to see Mexico’s military capabilities!
I originally thought it was like an egg hitting a rock, but now it seems that it is really not certain who will win.

Cuba's old Card smelled something and had a secret conversation with Victor that lasted three hours.

on February 2.

Cuban and Mexican television stations broadcast the news simultaneously.

"Cuba will send 18000 soldiers to join the Mexican-American War, working together for the same world."

All right…

The situation in North America suddenly became bizarre and even more unpredictable.

This is not finished.

In a Mexican talk show on the evening of February 2, the host was the famous Hernandez.

Editor-in-chief of the Mexican News Agency!
President of the National News Agency!
Honorary Diplomatic Spokesperson of the National Palace of Mexico.

The guests were four "surrendered soldiers" wearing U.S. military uniforms.

The show was so effective that it immediately topped the ratings in Mexico as soon as it was aired. Similarly, people in the neighboring United States also watched the show.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me and leave first. We in Mexico will not force anyone to do something they don't like."

Hernandez has a soft voice, and given his age, he sounds like a gentle breeze.

“Can you please introduce yourselves?”

Several Americans nodded.

"My name is Brink. I serve in the San Diego National Guard. I'm... 19 years old and a student." The first young man on the left said and handed over the microphone.

"My name is Alec, a sergeant in the 1st Regiment of the 1st Marine Division. I surrendered voluntarily. That damn American army owes me three months' salary. And... after Reagan was killed in the bombing, they stopped supplying medicine and food to the front line. They said they wanted to hold a memorial service for him, but no one had time!"

"The U.S. military is a complete garbage dump. The officers are rubbish, the logistics are corrupt, and I even saw a female soldier having sex with the regiment commander in the army!"

The sergeant named Alec spoke with a tone full of dissatisfaction, pulling out the underwear of the American troops.

"I even know that during the Gulf War, when the 1st Marine Division was rushing to Kuwait to help, they raped two female civilians passing by. In order to eliminate the impact afterwards, they ordered the two people to be killed. Their bodies are now buried at the entrance of a village. I can tell you the exact location."

“Is there drug trafficking, kidnapping and smuggling within the US military?” Hernandez leaned forward, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Of course!"

Wow!
The audience sitting below was in an uproar.

The United States, which claims to be civilized, is actually doing such dirty things.

"The commander of the 1st Regiment was a drug addict. He even took too much at a military meeting and took off his pants in public."

The National Guard soldier named Brink in front of him was not to be outdone. He interrupted and said, "The police in San Diego are also responsible for protecting drug dealers. The deputy sheriff is a drug dealer. He even sold us products!"

"Oh, it's really bad." Hernandez looked surprised.

But there was joy in his eyes. The main purpose of this interview was to create an image that the US military was corrupt.

And undermine internal morale!

An army that traffics in drugs and engages in smuggling is disliked by the people no matter what.

If they offend the people and the army, no matter how powerful the oligarchs are, they will suffer the consequences.

Public opinion warfare is also one of the mainstream means of warfare.

The three-hour show had rising ratings, and it is estimated that more than 2000 million people around the world watched the show.

The image of the US military has plummeted!
White House.

In the Oval Office, Clinton angrily tore off his beloved tie and asked, "What is Fidel going to do? Declare war?"

The senior executives in the house also looked nervous...

"Don't worry, sir. Cuba...is nothing to be afraid of." Angel Ureña, chief of staff and confidant, said.

Clinton laughed and slapped the table vigorously. "If he is not a threat, why haven't you overthrown him yet?"

"Is the president in front of me an idiot, or is the CIA incompetent?"

"Sir!" Angel Ureña shouted loudly with his scalp tingling, and kept looking at the CIA Director Stanfield Turner next to him, who squinted his eyes and seemed to be absent-minded.

Clinton calmed down from his anger. He glanced at the CIA boss out of the corner of his eye. Although he felt that he had said something out of turn, it was impossible to ask him to apologize.

With a gloomy face, he looked at the Defense Secretary Robert Gates who was pretending to be a quail next to him. The other party lowered his head as if he was silently chanting a spell: Don't see me, don't see me.

"Robert!"

But what he feared came true. He shuddered, raised his head, and met Clinton's fierce eyes.

"gentlemen…"

"Why did the soldiers on the frontline surrender in large numbers? Why haven't they received three months' salary? Why are the logistical supplies not in place?!"

Robert cried, "No money."

"Where's the money? Where's the military spending approved by Congress?"

"Cough cough..."

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña coughed again and tugged at Clinton's clothes.

elder brother…

Don't ask about military stuff.

Where did the money go?
Of course, they develop weapons for those military leaders and oligarchs.

If the military industry is not well-fed, the United States will not be able to function.

Clinton felt like a huge stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Of course, he was aware of the "monopoly" and "infiltration" of capital in the United States.

But he could not imagine...

He, the President of the United States, cannot even speak out, cannot reprimand the CIA, and cannot insult capitalists.

Even a dog can bark a few times.

So frustrating!
"Find a way to make up the military's salaries. Also, the frontline cannot be cut off from supplies. You don't need to take care of Reagan's memorial service. I will take care of it."

"Also, no soldier is allowed to surrender. Otherwise, they will be court-martialed and their entire family will not enjoy American benefits!"

Angel Ureña's face turned pale when he heard this "stupid move", "Sir, no, this cannot be promulgated. This will spread within the army..."

"The whole country is under martial law now. I am exercising my power as president! No need to go through Congress to discuss it, just do as I say."

Clinton slammed the table!
I looked up and glanced at the Chief of Staff...

Well, this has no background, so I can just scold it a few times.

"The American army will collapse!" Angel Ureña shouted.

But the other party ignored him and just waved his hand, announcing that everyone could go, and left.

"Why, why would you give such an order?"

The chief of staff could already imagine what the American soldiers would think when this order reached the front line.

They have never been a force formed by honor or faith.

Angel Ureña knew very well that the United States was a mercenary group that relied on powerful weapons.

The Korean War was only a few decades ago, and now there are still veterans on TV asking the United States not to have a conflict with the East.

The United States is not South Korea, which often revises history. If that doesn't work, take out the war history and look at it.

It's okay to win the battle with the wind in your favor, but it's rare to turn the tide against the wind!

Robert Gates looked at the other person and shook his head, then he sighed. He was so anxious that he didn't have the energy to take care of other things.

钱…

What about the money?
If I can't pay the military expenses, will I be dragged out as a scapegoat?
When he thought of this, Robert's pupils shrank slightly and he was a little scared.

"How about... pretending to be sick and retiring?!"

This plan suddenly came to his mind, but he was reluctant to give up his position.

Very typical...

bureaucracy!

Compared with the United States, where there is chaos, blame-shifting and a deadlock, the atmosphere in Mexico is much more relaxed.

Victor, in particular, was very happy!
Reagan's death brought him a huge sum of money.

Ronald Wilson Reagan!
male!
Years of service: 81 years old!
Crimes: war crimes, murder, etc.

Participate in the 1983 Lebanese Civil War!

Invasion of Grenada in the same year!

Air strikes on Libya in 1986!

1987 attack on Iranian oil rig!
Invasion of Honduras in 1988!
Causing nearly 50 people to be displaced and become refugees!
About 12 people died directly or indirectly as a result of the war.

Criminal points: 33 billion!
Victor couldn't help but take a breath as he looked at the series of numbers.

The other six generals who were killed in the explosion were not good people either. They also provided him with nearly 6 million points, but compared with Reagan, they were simply "good guys".

Sure enough, meat eaters can often cause more harm to civilians than drug dealers.

In addition to war crimes, Reagan was also a member of the Bohemian Club, which also involved human sacrifices.

In Reagan's life, he also saw some things that outsiders could not imagine, such as...

Rubbing your body with baby oil can keep you young forever.

The “Hollywood President” certainly pays attention to appearance…

So, behind the glamorous background, it is simply a man-eating demon.

Victor knew that the world couldn't be too glorious, but he couldn't imagine that it could be so evil.

He wiped his face vigorously...

"What a beast!"

But Reagan alone gave so much, if we kill the other high-ranking officials...

This thought circled in his mind, and he tried to dispel it, but found that it became more and more amplified.

There will definitely be a memorial service for Reagan...

By then, everyone will come, and we can attack a few of them by surprise.

Victor's eyes lit up and he held the phone. "Connect me to the General Staff and ask General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Edward Fritz Blomberg, and Helmut Moltke to come see me."

"Yes!"

The other side responded.

Victor is a very courageous man. If he were not brave enough, he would have been killed while working as a prison guard in prison.

He lit a cigarette for himself and stretched it toward the void.

"To Reagan!"

dong dong dong~
Just then there was a knock on the door and he called out, "Come in."

Casarès enters with Goebbels and Schwerin-Krosik, the last of whom was the one who had suggested to Victor that in the Middle East "we use weapons to obtain Saudi investments and loans, as well as oil imports."

Now he has been promoted by Victor to Director of the Currency Minting and Issuance Department of the Ministry of Finance!
Let him issue a new currency!
Mexico's current peso...

It does not conform to the current national conditions.

Seeing them coming at the same time, Victor's eyes lit up, "A new currency has been released?"

Casare nodded vigorously, signaling Schwerin Krosik to open the box in his hand, "Boss, there are currently five types of banknotes. We named them Rials, with denominations of 5, 1, 5, 10, 50..."

Victor walked over to take a look and saw both paper money and currency lying inside, both of which were of relatively high quality.

“The 1 rial uses an image of Mexico City.”

"For 5 reales, you get a bust of Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, the war for independence."

"10 riyals for Mariana Avitia, an Olympic medalist from Mexico."

"50 Rials is Petra Ruiz, who joined the Constitutional Army in 1913 under the pseudonym "Pedro Ruiz" by disguising herself as a man. She won the respect of her comrades with her outstanding fighting skills and bravery. Her superb shooting skills and knife skills earned her the nickname "Bullet"."

"100 riyals for you, boss."

Victor picked up the one with the largest denomination. His face was shown in profile, but one could tell that he looked resolute and courageous, which made him very satisfied.

"What about anti-counterfeiting measures?"

"I used several methods, including light-changing patterns, microtext, hidden images and text. It's not easy to make it," said Schwerin Krosik.

"good."

He nodded and looked at the other person, "When do you think it would be best to release it?"

Schwerin hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry about anything, just tell me what you want."

"I think it would be best to wait until the war is over. A stable regime is one of the necessary factors for currency issuance, as well as purchasing power. If we defeat the United States, we can link it to domestic ore, oil, gold prices, etc., so that we can have a smaller exchange rate internationally."

Mexico is really not a poor country. Its gold reserves and production are among the top eight in the world!

Not to mention oil, which ranks 19th in the world...

We are also among the best in the world in terms of minerals and other miscellaneous items.

If the war is won, these things belonging to Mexico must be taken back, and that will be the best time to introduce a new currency.

"War determines everything."

Victor took a long breath, his eyes deep.

If you lose, all your efforts will be in vain.

……

(End of this chapter)