Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 470 I admit that you are fierce, but I am cheating!

Chapter 470 I admit that you are fierce, but I am cheating!
Washington Medical School!

The ambulance rushed to the emergency room door with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

An American with a broken leg sitting in a wheelchair just came out. He was so frightened that he shuddered and leaned to the side involuntarily, and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could even start cursing.

Three strong men covered in blood rushed out of a Cadillac following the ambulance. One of them grabbed the wheelchair while two of them dragged him, and they forcibly pulled him aside as if they were throwing away garbage.

"Hi!"

The American shouted in dissatisfaction, but when the other party turned around, the fierce look in his eyes scared him so much that he swallowed back the words.

There was a smirk on his face.

I saw a patient being wheeled out of a car, and there were 4 doctors next to him?!

What the hell!

What kind of big shot?
But... this is too tragic. His body is covered in blood and you can't even see the flesh. His left leg is broken and is still dripping with blood.

This just pushed forward...

More than a dozen ambulances rushed into the hospital, and the scene made people tremble.

The American with the broken leg quickly got up, picked up the chair, sat in the wheelchair and ran away.

"There's no hope. This patient is no longer viable. His brain has exploded." In the emergency room, screams were heard everywhere.

A batch has already been sent over...

Many people were covered with white cloth.

Before he could finish, a sturdy man next to him pushed him hard and slammed him against the wall, his eyes red, "Help! Help! She can still be saved!"

"Do you know who she is?"

"Her name is Manuel Jacqueline, the Minister of Labor, save her!! I tell you to save her!"

The doctor behind him hurriedly grabbed him and asked him to calm down.

The doctor looked at him, was silent for a moment, and pulled open the white cloth on the bed next to him. Underneath was a man, who was a little fat, but half of his head was missing.

"His name is Colin Luther Powell. You should know him."

"The one next door is Brown Weiss."

"Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States Army."

The doctor pushed him away and said, "Everyone is dying. I am heartbroken, but please don't bother me saving lives now!"

The strong man covered his face and sat on the ground, crying like a helpless child.

Those high-ranking bureaucrats in the United States are being thrown away like garbage.

But there is really no way...

There's no need to send him to the ICU. He's so exhausted that no one would recognize him.

The reporters who rushed to the scene jumped out of the cars like sharks and rushed into the hospital carrying cameras.

He was stopped by the Secret Service.

The two sides pushed each other.

"We have the right to know! The public has the right to know. Where are you from? Secret Service? Why did this happen? Are you professional? What did you do with the taxpayers' money? Is it true that the news said you were taking drugs?"

A reporter wearing glasses shouted, but before he could finish his words, a fist hit him and cracked the lens of his glasses, causing him to writhe in pain.

"Hit these reporters to death!"

No one knew who shouted, but the already angry Secret Service members suddenly exploded. They rushed up to the reporters and started punching and kicking them. Some even picked up chairs and threw them at them.

The patients who were receiving treatment nearby were in a commotion and hurriedly ran to the side, fearing that they would be affected, but they all enjoyed watching the fun.

I can't fucking kill Mexican Victor.

Can't I beat you?

Security guard at the Washington Medical College: Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!
Just standing by and shouting.

But those reporters were not there to just sit there and do nothing, especially those carrying cameras. They didn't have the physical strength to do that, so both sides just engaged in a pure hand-to-hand fight.

There were hurried footsteps at the door. When Clinton's bodyguard Rich Miller arrived with the IRS and CBI agents, he saw this scene, pulled out his gun and fired three shots upwards.

The ceiling was broken.

"stop!"

"Pull them apart!"

The armed forces of the tax department rushed forward and forcibly pulled them apart. After they were separated, the scene before them made Rich Miller twitch his lips.

I saw that there were more members of the Special Intelligence Agency lying on the ground than reporters.

NMD…

What a waste!
"Take them all away." He said with a wave of his hand.

He walked into the emergency room and looked at the purgatory-like scene with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Rich Miller?"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a weak voice came from behind him. He turned his head and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair, his body wrapped in gauze.

"Hobert?!"

He saw the surprise on the other person's face. This was his teammate in the Navy SEALs, who was said to be the personal bodyguard of the boss of a certain consortium.

"Are you there too?"

Hobert nodded and pointed to his left leg. "I'm lucky. My employer and I were not in the soul-guarding team, but the shrapnel still injured my leg."

"That's good." Rich Miller breathed a sigh of relief.

The other party wheeled his wheelchair to the door of the emergency room and looked inside with an expression of pity, "It's too cruel. This attack has basically wiped out the American political arena. In the next ten years, no, twenty years, it will be a devastating blow to all political families."

"But you know what I'm worried about now?"

Rich Miller raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"The three giants of the military have all fallen. The Pentagon has no one in charge, which means that the highest hub of the military has been eliminated. Do you know what I mean?" Hubbert said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Richie's pupils shrank. He was not an ordinary person in the Navy SEALs, but a lieutenant colonel. He certainly understood the meaning of these words.

That is…

There is no one in command!
There was no one to coordinate air and artillery support.

The boss is gone, who will make the decisions?

"If I were Victor, I would order my troops to rush into the United States and use the time difference to achieve my strategic goal."

Hobert looked up at him with an unusually serious expression. "I heard that Mr. Clinton caught a cold. It's good that he didn't die. What we need to do now is to get up and ask him to arrange for someone to go up immediately."

"This is impossible."

Rich Miller sighed softly, "You know, there are always people offering bids for any position in the political arena. Now that the person is dead, the family, political party or organization behind them will never allow Mr. Clinton to intervene. If he forces it..."

He paused. "Clinton will die in the hospital."

All positions are the result of political compromises and transactions. What do you mean by Clinton directly arranging people?
Do you really think you are the president?
You are just a boy pushed forward by others...a boy who gives away money!
Hobert's face was full of disappointment and he turned his wheelchair.

"Fake!"

He cursed angrily, so loudly that the entire hospital lobby could hear it. Everyone turned their heads and saw a wounded man spewing feces from his mouth.

Rich Miller didn't stop it. He had followed Clinton for a long time and he understood politics.

woohoo hoo...

The phone made a sound and vibrated at the same time. He picked it up, but before he could say anything, he heard Chief of Staff Angel Ureña shouting, "Come back to the hospital quickly, Clinton... has a brain hemorrhage."

! ! ! !
Rich Miller's pupils suddenly shrank.

The sky...collapsed?
……

Across the Rio Grande in Chihuahua - El Paso area…

At the command of the Supreme Command, the 4th Army Cavalry Division stationed here took the lead.

Hundreds of tanks crossed the dry riverbank and rushed into Texas.

Two infantry divisions of the Fifth Army and a Cuban combat regiment raided U.S. territory from the flank.

The "armed raid" involving more than 4 people caught the US military by surprise.

good good!
Cousin, we agreed on a long-range attack, artillery duel, and then clocking out after the fight. Now you want to fight me in close combat, right?
Don't talk about martial arts!

Stationed in this area are the U.S. Army's 103rd Infantry Division, with more than 17000 troops. This is a fully-strength American division with 300 tanks alone and various types of armored vehicles.

At this time, on a plain on the west side of the Grande River in the United States.

Captain Dmitry Fedorovich of the divisional tank regiment of the 4th Army Cavalry Division was chasing three US tanks with his five Salamander tanks (also known as M5A1 Abrams).

"Step on it! Step on the gas! Damn it, this is a tank gas, not your third-hand Ferrari, what are you afraid of!" Captain Fedorovich slapped the driver's helmet and cursed, "Go ahead and kill it!"

The corporal driver who was slapped gritted his teeth and drove the car with an output of 1500 horsepower, and thick smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.

"Steep slope ahead!"

The observer shouted.
The tank rushed up the steep slope at a speed of 66 kilometers per hour, and then the huge guy weighing dozens of tons crashed heavily to the ground.

Anyone who has ridden in a tank knows that the confined space + intense impact, plus the smell of feet, can make people vomit in an instant.

Captain Fedorovich covered his butt and almost vomited. He regurgitated the undigested food he had eaten in the morning, but he swallowed it all at once. Damn, it tasted sour and sweet.

He picked up the car's intercom and said, "Tanks, disperse and fire freely."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "bang" from next door. Captain Fedornovich hurriedly pushed the observer away and looked outside, and saw that a "Salamander" next to him fired the first shot.

One shot went by, but it missed...

A big hole was blown up at the edge of the US tank, and a lot of flowers and plants were blown up.

But he obviously scared the other party and turned the steering wheel violently.

"waste!"

Captain Fedorovich shouted, "Armored shells!"

"Close range shooting!" He held the left and right handles with both hands and gave orders.

???

The driver was sweating profusely on his head and was wiping it vigorously with his military uniform, but he still moved closer as ordered.

After getting closer, Captain Fedornovich aimed at the enemy and automatically measured the distance.

The thumb pressed the button decisively.

boom!
The car body leaned back, the muzzle of the gun rushed out, and the armor-piercing bullet flew rapidly and hit the tail of the US tank.

boom!
Flames rose instantly, and the tank soldiers inside had no time to jump out of the vehicle and were directly killed by the shock.

The unique smell of broken copper and iron.

The other tank also realized that it could not escape, and a pair of white...underwear protruded from inside it.

"Captain, they surrendered."

Captain Fedorovich was cautious, "Let them come out and lie on the ground."

Five Salamanders surrounded them from dozens of meters away. The other crew members climbed out of the tank, raised their hands, and slowly lay down.

Capture an M1A1 alive and get a second-class merit!

When he got off the car, the American car commander was a lieutenant with a dark face. He looked up when he heard the footsteps and said, "We demand that the Geneva Convention be followed and prisoners be treated well."

Captain Fedorovich almost died of laughter at this remark.

"We have withdrawn from the United Nations, sir."

The U.S. military crew members felt nervous...

"But don't worry, after you lay down your weapons, we will guarantee your safety. Come, have a cigarette." He squatted down and handed them cigarettes. "Mexican Camel, very mellow flavor."

The American soldier hesitated, took it and said thank you.

"Can you tell me where your headquarters is?"

"Ahem..." the American lieutenant choked. He raised his head and looked at the Mexican officer in front of him. He frowned and kept quiet. "You can't beat them. The headquarters of the 103rd Infantry Division is in Guadalupe Mountains National Park, more than 200 kilometers away from here."

Captain Fedorovich frowned, but still thanked him, looked at the sunset, and threw away the cigarette in his hand. "Okay, get in the car and go back!"

The American soldiers' hands were tied with ropes, and then they were thrown into vehicles and driven towards the camp in the rear. It was a tacit understanding that tanks were not suitable for fighting at night.

Although tanks look powerful, they are actually... fragile.

Why is the Tank Army Group Charge not played much anymore?

The United States has played with Iraq and taught it what air superiority is. It is okay to bully countries that have no tanks and no heavy firepower.

But the artillery of both the United States and Mexico can overwhelm Canada next door.

Moreover, in modern warfare, the damage done by individual weapons to tanks is also reflected. Everyone knows that without tracks, this thing is just a piece of "scrap metal" that can be beaten. Therefore, the deployment rate of tanks is generally very low at night or in extreme weather conditions, but it is not non-existent.

When they returned to the camp, their comrades cheered when they saw the M1A1 being towed back.

Upon hearing the news, the division commander Otto Karjus patted Captain Fedornovich on the shoulder and said, "Well done. I will report your achievements to the Fourth Army Headquarters. Maybe soon, I will call you Major Fedorovich!"

"Thank you, sir!" The other party shouted loudly with excitement, his face flushed.

"Sir, I also received news that the 103rd Infantry Division headquarters is 200 kilometers away..."

Otto Karjus frowned. "Why don't you set up your headquarters in Washington if you run so far? The 103rd Division is useless!"

These words made the American prisoners nearby look a little unhappy, but they still lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

"Let's go, eat first, and wait for me to contact other friendly forces for a summary."

"Yes!"

...

"Urgent call from Tamaulipas!"

A phone call and a message immediately arrived on Defense Secretary Kennedy's desk.

"The U.S. Fourth Fleet fired at LS Molina."

"And 15 minutes ago, two regiments of the 3rd Marine Division of the United States Marine Corps landed on the beaches at Cape Jerez and Sotorra Marina respectively."

Kennedy hurried to the map and asked, "Which troops are stationed here?"

"The 5th Division of the 179th Army, commanded by Major General Otto Moritz Walter Model," the staff officer said hurriedly, "both sides have already engaged in combat."

"Get me the front line."

The staff officer responded, quickly made a phone call, and was soon connected to the headquarters of the 179th Division.

"Hello, hello! This is Mexico City, I'm Kennedy."

"Hello, sir!"

"You must hold on for at least 16 hours, and follow-up troops will rush to support you."

boom!
There was a cannon shot over there, and the sound was flickering.

"Don't worry, sir and general, I'm in Tamaulipas!"

"Okay, I will ask the Air Force to provide support and make sure we hold on for 16 hours."

After hanging up the phone, Kennedy's brows never relaxed. "It's unfortunate that the Fourth Fleet attacked at this time. The main force of the Fifth Army just moved south."

Kennedy was not sure whether one division could withstand the US Navy fleet + Marine Division.

Unable to hold on, Tamaulipas fell, which meant the flank was attacked.

The U.S. military... still has too many troops and is too powerful.

Mexico's military strength is totally insufficient.

"I need to report to the general and contact the staff. I will have a meeting as soon as I return."

The secretary saluted in response.

At this time, Victor was smoking a cigarette...

Just look at the cigarette butts on the ground and in the trash cans...

Smoked a lot.

This is the 3rd pack.

But I still couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart.

At this time, the heart rate at least soared to over 140.