Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 466 "The times do not allow us to stop, gentlemen..."

"I disagree!"

Yucatan Island. Cancun.

At this moment in the conference room, a man wearing glasses stood up angrily and pointed at Arturo De Sena who was sitting in the main seat and yelled.

The people around me were all silent, not daring to...

Didn’t you see that “Commander Los Zetas” Arturo’s face turned pale?

"Sit down! Iturbide, what are you doing? Are you going to rebel?" Enderico Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government, slammed the table and cursed at the other party.

But her eyes kept telling the other person to stop talking.

Your life will be in danger soon.

But the man named Iturbide was still very stubborn. "The war between Victor and the United States is a war of national destruction. Not only do we not help, but we also want to go north to attack Puebla. What kind of behavior is this?"

He drummed his fingers hard on the table, "Shameful! Despicable! America's running dog!"

Every time he spoke, the people below would tremble and their hearts would tighten.

They looked at Iturbide with complicated eyes, then at the boss, and all lowered their heads.

"This person must have become stupid from studying..."

Iturbide was the Minister of Culture of the southern government. He was quite influential in the Mexican literary and educational circles and almost won the Nobel Prize in Literature. However, he was dissatisfied with Victor's "dictatorial" rule and resolutely moved south with his family and students.

But he is...

Very old-fashioned!
Very, very hostile to drug dealers.

But when the southern government learned of his arrival, it sent people to invite him to join again and again.

They were all rejected by Iturbide.

But you also know that drug dealers will not give up until they achieve their goal. They threatened him that if he didn’t cooperate, they would kill his entire family!
As an intellectual, he was also afraid of bullets, so he had no choice but to accept the position of Minister of Culture.

Normally, he doesn't care about anything and just works for three days and rests for two days. But in this meeting, Arturo De Sena actually planned to launch a sneak attack on Victor's territory during the "US-Mexico War".

This made Iturbide very dissatisfied.

"Shut up!!"

Enderrick Vinicius yelled, and then looked at Arturo DeSenna, "Boss, that's not what he meant..."

"Then what does he mean?" The latter had a sinister look in his eyes, clenched his fists, and tried hard to suppress his anger, with his eyes twitching.

When he sat in this position, no one dared to glare at him except those bastards from the Gulf Group.

"That's what I mean!" Iturbide stood up straight, his face flushed and his neck thick. "I! Don't agree to attack Victor. This will make us lose the support of the people and make all Mexicans hostile to us."

"If you do this, you will be a traitor in Mexican history, and everyone will spit on your corpse in the future..."

boom!
A gunshot!
The people sitting below covered their ears in fear and were horrified.

Arturo DeSenna fired a shot at the ceiling with his pistol, pointing the muzzle at Iturbide, and gritted his teeth, "I don't believe your bones are harder than bullets."

"I will not allow our own people to stab us in the back when our country is in crisis. Do you really like being slaves of the Americans?"

Iturbide puffed out his chest and said, "I'm done, shoot now."

"Boss..." Enderrick Vinicius looked at him nervously.

This can't be killed.

He represents the school clique...

You want to be the ruling class, and they cannot be touched. As for Victor?
He is a madman!
But it was obvious that Arturo De Sena got angry, cursed, and fired all his bullets at the opponent!
Iturbide fell heavily to the ground with his eyes open. His glasses fell to the side and were instantly covered in blood.

"Who else disagrees?"

Arturo DeSena swept his scarlet eyes over everyone and asked sternly.

Everyone he was staring at lowered their heads.

"That's it, logistics are ready, military holidays are cancelled, meeting adjourned!"

He pushed the chair away with a gloomy face and left.

but…

He didn't notice that no one was following him.

Enderico Vinicius looked at Iturbide lying on the ground and shook his head. "Let someone bury him properly."

As he spoke, he squatted down and closed the other person's eyes that were still open.

He walked out of the meeting room with a sigh.

After he left too.

The ministers who were still seated dared to look at each other cautiously.

No one said anything, but everyone felt a little sad.

This is the 4th minister Arturo has killed!

Ever since it fell out with Gulf Group's Giorgia, the Southern Government has been... internally divided.

The boss is becoming more and more schizophrenic.

Although the Colombian madman Pablo prevented further conflict from breaking out behind the scenes, it was obvious that the two sides had already become enemies.

Because of the Thailand incident, the trust between the two sides has completely disappeared.

Therefore, the so-called North-South confrontation became a three-way confrontation!

Doesn't Arturo De Sena know what consequences this situation will lead to?
Precisely because he knew this, he had no choice.

If we don't take this opportunity to defeat Victor, then if he wins the Mexican-American War, it will be very bad for the South...

What a nightmare!

Victor will definitely completely conquer the South in 92.

He returned to his office and locked the door.

He took out a Bible from the drawer. There was a phone number inside, and he dialed it.

It rang twice and someone on the other end picked up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Pizza? Yes, help me, I need a batch of missiles, a large batch?"

Arturo DeSena hesitated, then nodded, "No problem, Asian, yes, guaranteed to be a virgin, OK, drugs are no problem, I'll send them to you."

"Small goods are hard to come by now."

"No, no, no, Mr. Pizza, don't worry. Wait for me for a week and I'll get you 100 of them. Yes! Definitely. This missile..."

When Arturo DeSena heard the other party's confirmation, his face lit up, "Okay, thank you! Thank you sir."

He hung up the phone only after the other party hung up.

I just saw flattery on a lawless drug dealer.

Arturo De Sena leaned his head back and lit a cigarette for himself.

His eyes were deep. After he finished his cigarette, he stood up and held the phone. "Call Javier in."

Soon, a black man with dreadlocks walked in and had a tattoo on his face that looked like... an eye.

"Boss."

Arturo nodded and handed the other man a cigarette. "Go to the orphanage and pick out 100 children with good skin and no birthmarks. Put them on the ship and send them to Canada."

Javier is his "confidant" who specializes in shady business.

"Boss, we've used up all the ones in the orphanage. The good-looking ones have been sold, and the ugly ones have had their legs chopped off and are begging for food. There aren't many orphans here." The other person said with embarrassment.

"No orphans?"

"Then go steal, go rob! Whether he is an orphan or not, isn't it up to us to decide?"

Arturo pointed at the other party with a fierce look in his eyes, "Those bastards are having fun, so they will give us what we want."

Javier scratched his head and frowned, "The North has been cracking down hard recently, and many of my men have been beaten to death."

"Then go to Guatemala, Brazil, Germany, Europe, whatever, find me 100 little ones."

"Victor thought that he could mobilize public opinion and let people know about the Red Shoes Club to make those powerful people step down?"

"The real hell has just been revealed. They are just people who are pushed out to take the blame, while the powerful... just changed their address from the United States to Canada, that's all."

"As long as I have their support, I will have the possibility to make a comeback!"

The drug trafficking business has been hit hard recently, with the "two lions stepping on the earth" squeezing out the Latin American and European markets. Because of this, drug addicts have had many fights with the "reckless men" from the Golden Triangle.

So, “Los Zetas” are now also moonlighting as…human trafficking and smuggling.

Arturo DeSena took out a stack of US dollars from the drawer and threw it over. "I hope you can do a good job."

Looking at Arturo with a crazy look in his eyes, Javier opened his mouth but didn't dare to speak and could only nod silently.

He quietly put the money away.

He looked at Franklin's disgusting face, but felt very comfortable...

US dollars…Amen!

For the sake of money, God will let me go to heaven after I die.

...

"I want to launch a drone strike on the American dignitaries during Reagan's memorial service. Is there any way?"

Victor rested his hands on the table and looked across at Helmut Moltke, the information warfare expert.

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg raised their eyebrows when they heard this.

It seems...

The general tasted the sweetness.

"General, to be honest, I have thought about using drones to infiltrate the United States, but after brainstorming, we found it difficult to achieve."

"The length and width of the Pchela-T2 bomber drone are nearly two meters, and it can be clearly seen on the radar. Even if we break through the radar scanning on the border and want to fly over Washington, we lack a relay base station..."

"So it's technically impossible?"

Helmut Moltke nodded with a wry smile.

He also had some regrets.

If a bomb is fired at someone's memorial service, regardless of whether anyone is hit or not, the Americans will definitely lose face!
Victor frowned...

"Actually, I have a humble opinion."

Eduard Fritz Blomberg said quietly.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm not sure..."

"It's okay, just speak up. We are not like the United States. There is no democracy at all." Victor said with a smile.

Lieutenant General Blomberg lowered his head and coughed to moisten his throat. "We can use... a toy plane."

"Just put some high-performance bombs in the plane and carry out bombing at close range or short to medium range."

"With our current technology, can we use one game controller to control multiple toy planes?"

The office suddenly became quiet.

Blomberg was at a loss as to what to do. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I just proposed a method that is not very mature."

Victor looked at the other person...and he looked more and more like a terrorist.

Isn’t this a tactic that some people in the Middle East like to use?

Of course, there are differences between small drones and toy planes, but there are only three questions.

Can it fly?

Can you put a bomb in there?
Can it explode?
As for whether the explosion is accurate or not, it is simply left to fate.

Cheap…

A toy costs dozens of dollars, what kind of bicycle do you want?

"This is a good suggestion, but there is one problem. The visual range of a toy airplane is only about 600 to 700 meters. If it is a memorial service, the protective measures and security forces must definitely radiate more than a thousand meters..."

Helmut Moltke frowned and asked the central question.

This is a bit tricky.

You can't fly...

No matter how good the method is, it will be useless.

Victor frowned and held the cigarette between his lips.

"It would be nice if ... one of the activities at the memorial service was flying toy airplanes," joked Horatio Herbert Kitchener.

The speaker may not mean anything, but the listener may take it seriously...

Victor looked up at him, his eyes shining, "You're right."

"Ah? General, I was just joking." Horatio shook his hands.

"We don't get to decide the program."

"Who said that?"

"Have you forgotten Heinrich Luitpold?"

Hydra!
"He must have a way to do it. No one would have thought that the CIA bosses were all Hydra members. Isn't it easy to get some tricks in there?"

Several people looked at each other.

"You can try it!"

"The General Staff should immediately make a schedule and all departments should cooperate unconditionally. When will their memorial service be held?" Victor asked.

"February 2th." Lieutenant General Blomberg replied quickly.

"Leave it there for so many days? Aren't you afraid of it getting smelly?"

This was Victor’s first thought. No. 2 was killed in the explosion, and there will be a memorial service on the 15th?

Tut tut...

It’s good to be rich, even an ice coffin can last so long.

"That's only a few days away. Today is the 9th. We need to have a schedule by the 11th."

The two staff officers looked at each other helplessly and stood up in unison, "Make sure to complete the mission!"

"Don't accuse me of rushing you. As long as you do a good job, you will get all the credit. Whether you want military funds or personnel, it's no problem. You will be given priority in the second half of the year."

Victor waved his hand, motioning for them to sit down.

"Of course, there's no need to force yourself on this kind of thing. I'm already very satisfied with just killing Reagan. My main problem now is..."

As he spoke, his eyes slightly retracted, “Why not take this opportunity to swallow up the Southern Government!”

"General, this... fighting on two fronts puts us under too much pressure. If one side collapses, the outcome will be completely dangerous." Horatio did not approve of this approach.

"Yes. If there is another war with the drug dealers, we can only mobilize the 5th Army. The st, rd and th Armies will suppress the local situation. There are still many people hiding in the mountains and valleys, and they are just waiting for the opportunity to cause trouble." Blomberg also responded.

The US military doesn’t even dare to say it’s fighting on two fronts…

Victor stood up and walked to the map, motioning for them to come over.

"I know my opponents. The drug dealers in the south will definitely fall into our trap. Rather than being passive, we should take the initiative. Don't we have a good relationship with the local guerrillas in Guatemala? Let them attack from the east to contain the opponents. Our 5th Army and the 3rd Army stationed in Guerrero will move directly south with thunderous force!"

"We will launch a pincer attack from both sides. We will quickly occupy Oaxaca and Veracruz and hold the Tehuantepec Valley. This place is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The terrain is like a slim waist. We can completely hold it with firepower. It will be impossible for them to get out."

"We will recruit 1.5 militiamen from the seven northern states to form a reserve division to cooperate with the local National Guard to suppress the local situation. We will order Erich Falkenhayn, commander of the Second Army stationed in Guadalajara, to lead his troops north to support the US-Mexico battlefield."

Victor pointed to the map and told them his plan.

"Didn't Cuba support us with 20,000 people?"

"Those 4 people were trained by the Soviet Union and performed brilliantly in the Angolan Civil War. If we deploy them to Juarez and place them under Rommel's 20th Army, there will be more than soldiers on the border. It will be impossible for the United States to swallow us all in one go. As long as we maintain a stalemate, victory will belong to us."

"And the troops of the International Brigade will follow the troops southwards, attack the southern drug-trafficking government, and liberate the entire territory!"

Victor narrowed his eyes.

"Our strategic intention has never been to conquer the United States, but to crush them at the border. As long as we conquer the South, we can sit down and negotiate properly."

Liberate America?

Dogs will bite when they are cornered.

What if you push them into a corner and drop an atomic bomb on you?
It hasn't reached the final step yet.

Or…

Some of the American dignitaries are afraid of death. They know that if they use that thing, Victor will really launch intercontinental missiles at Wall Street and Yellowstone Park.

Those who were wearing shoes were reluctant to risk their lives with those who were barefoot.

North America is a game between a wolf and a tiger!
Both sides are restraining...

no way…

They were so close that they could see each other when they opened the door.

You can use all sorts of means to bully Iraq on the Gulf battlefield, but... it won't work against Mexico.

"What do you think?"

Horatio held his breath and frowned, "We need to go back and discuss this."

He still didn't dare to decide.

Victor also understood the danger, so he did not rush them and just asked the staff to discuss it carefully.

"The times do not allow us to stop, gentlemen..."

……

(End of this chapter)