Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 472 fake!!!
"Beep beep beep..."

At the door of the ICU in Washington, noises could be heard. A group of people were standing there, looking tired and exhausted, and some were filled with disappointment.

Boom~
The door opens...

The doctor came out.

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña and personal guard Li Miller and others quickly came over.

"Professor Bartolomeo, how is it?"

This is an expert from the Mayo Clinic and a world-renowned cardiovascular authority.

"Mr. Clinton's bleeding spot is very small, and he is in the hospital, so it is not serious and will not affect his life expectancy."

Angel Ureña breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say anything, someone asked impatiently:
"Then... can it move?"

He turned his head and saw that the person who was speaking was a policy advisor from the campaign team, and he sounded very anxious.

He is also a director of a pharmaceutical company.

after all…

He is an entrepreneur himself. The reason he serves as a policy advisor to Clinton is that he hopes the other party can guide him in the future. He also uses his power to canvass votes for him and even provides campaign funds.

If Clinton can't move or speak, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?
care?

He only cares about his own interests!
Professor Bartolomeo nodded. "It's not a big problem, but you must be careful not to have too many emotional fluctuations, otherwise it will easily cause large-scale bleeding and lead to serious consequences."

not dead?

As long as you’re not dead!

If he hadn't died, he could have provided more services to our pharmaceutical companies, military industrial enterprises, and medical insurance companies.

Clinton was able to come to power because of the sacrifices made by these people behind the scenes.

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña sighed, a little sadly, saying that no one really cared whether Clinton lived or died.

He looked at the doctor, "How is his consciousness now? Is he awake? Can we go in and take a look?"

"Okay, but try not to stay too long."

"it is good!"

Angel Ureña and his team put on antibacterial clothing and walked in.

The president is the president after all, in a separate isolation ward.

"William, William."

He gently pushed Clinton's shoulder. The other's cheeks looked unusually thin. He opened his eyes, his eyes were very tired, and he scanned everyone.

“Mexican…”

"What did you say?"

Ángel Ureña leaned forward with his ear.

"The Mexican-American War must stop!" He pulled the sound hard.

!!!

Who would have thought that the first thing he said when he woke up would be "Give up?"

Everyone present heard it, and everyone looked at each other.

pat~
Clinton grabbed Angel's wrist and raised his head. There was still a respirator on his nostrils, and his eyes widened. "America... has lost its hub, the army has no fighting spirit, and the people's hearts are not with us. We have already lost this battle..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"We can't continue fighting. Seek peace! Seek peace! After resolving internal issues, we can decide the outcome!"

He spoke very tiredly and his breathing was heavy.

It seems that Clinton is not a fool. This is exactly the opposite of his rude criticism of Mexico during the campaign and his promise that he would completely defeat Victor's "bullying" after taking office.

An election is an election...

Reality is reality.

Once he becomes president, he makes some money, gets some benefits for himself and his subordinates, and then after stepping down, he becomes the head of a charity organization.

Then take some money out of it every year for retirement, wouldn’t that be nice?
But now...

He discovered that Victor was a mad wolf. If he continued to cause trouble, he would be devoured without a single bone left, and America would lose even more!
After asking for peace, first deal with the impact of the Red Shoes Club, be ruthless and kill a few people, then deal with the harm Eisenhower did to the veterans and ask Congress for money to pay their salaries.

Take a two-pronged approach and wait until the internal situation of the United States stabilizes before confronting Mexico!
Let’s see who’s the boss in North America.

Clinton thought so.

There is a hint of...the look of a patient hero.

But the people in the campaign team standing by the bed looked at each other.

"Northrop would not agree to that."

"Lockheed will not agree to that."

"The military-industrial complex wants this war."

The person in charge of external relations of the campaign team shook his head, looked around, hesitated, and said in a very subtle way, "America is not as good as the US dollar!"

Clinton's face was grim. "If there is no America, the U.S. dollar is even worse than toilet paper. Don't they know that?"

After saying this, he gasped heavily, and Angel Ureña hurriedly touched his chest.

How could he be the “gentlemanly” man that people rumored him to be now?
The character completely collapsed in front of acquaintances.

The person in charge of foreign affairs who was yelled at by him was not annoyed, but just continued talking to himself.

"A president who can't bring them benefits, or who touches their pie...will disappear, physically."

Clinton's pupils shrank.

Most of the campaign team are his confidants, which is why he dares to speak so bluntly.

"There is a difference between actively seeking peace and passively seeking peace..." Clinton said sadly.

"I don't think Mexico can defeat the United States. During World War II, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and defeated the entire Asian country, but the facts have proved that as long as the United States joins the war, we can win!"

A tall man with sharp eyes spoke up.

He is a military adviser on the campaign team, providing him with military "rhetoric" to deceive votes. After Clinton is elected, he will serve in the Pentagon.

When he saw everyone looking at him, he still smiled and spread his hands, "Unless Mexico has X-shock, but this is obviously impossible, hahahaha."

There is some truth in what he said.

If Mexico had experiment X, it would not have been possible to hide it. Moreover, the Americans took more than seven years, the French took eight years, and the Soviet Union took less than four years.

It took India a full 28 years!
Mexico?
Unless he appeared out of thin air.

"The crisis is only temporary and we have nothing to be afraid of."

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Victory to Beauty..."

Before I could even get excited, I suddenly felt the house shaking slightly, and the glass began to crack?
A huge explosion resounded throughout Washington.

"Earthquake? An earthquake is coming?!"

There was obvious panic on the street, cars crashed into electric poles, and passers-by ran away quickly while holding their children.

The vehicle alarms kept beeping.

Some people were lying on the ground, chanting "God bless you" and trembling.

Angel Ureña was busy protecting Clinton and yelling at the nurse to push him out.

How could an earthquake happen in Washington?

Yes, but the last time was on April 1949, 4, when a magnitude 13 earthquake struck Olympia, Washington, killing eight people.

This hasn't happened in nearly 50 years.

As they were pushing Clinton out, his cell phone rang.

"Hey!"

"gentlemen!"

The person on the other side was panicking.

"what happened?"

"We have detected extremely intense thermal energy in the desert of Chihuahua, Mexico, equivalent to 9 tons of TNT explosives!" the person on the other end exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.

Angel Ureña's first thought was, a meteorite fell and hit Chihuahua? And then Mexico was irradiated? But it's impossible, the space agency didn't respond.

That is…

The chief of staff's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes and his heart stopped beating as if someone was pinching it.

My mind went blank, my hand shook, and the phone fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"What's wrong? Angel, what happened?" bodyguard Richie Miller asked anxiously. He had a good personal relationship with the other party and was shocked when he saw his expression.

Ángel Ureña's eyes were unfocused.

"Mexico…"

"There is X-weapon."

The campaign team was silent for a moment, and then the military adviser sneered, "Impossible, how could it be possible, it must be a misunderstanding..."

"An energy fluctuation equivalent to 9 tons of TNT explosives just occurred in the Chihuahua Desert!"

"It's not X Wu, is it your mother's fart?!"

Angel Ureña roared and grabbed the other man by the collar.

"Calm down, calm down, Angel, check again and make sure you get to the bottom of it!" Rich Miller said, holding his hand.

"Quick, go check!"

"You must know the news!"

The chief of staff came to his senses and shouted at everyone with a ferocious look on his face, not caring about his own dignity at all.

What face do you want?
If Victor really has this thing, he should just go home and farm!
So as not to be blown to death.

……

The U.S. 4th Fleet is actually a misnomer.

Because in 1950 all the fleets under its name were merged into the 2nd Fleet, but because it has been roaming in the Gulf of Mexico all year round, intimidating countries such as Mexico, Guatemala, Cuba, etc., it is similar to an independent fleet, and many people like to call it the 4th Fleet.

The commander is Vice Admiral McMorris, also the deputy commander of the Southern Command, a gray-haired...playboy?
He should be about 67 years old.

The biggest gossip was that eight female fleet subordinates once had a party together without wearing any clothes. It caused a lot of uproar at the time, but the next day, the news suddenly disappeared.

The military spokesman made a symbolic statement that they would investigate the matter thoroughly, and that was it.

As for why?
Vice Admiral McMorris' uncle is Ernest Joseph King, the commander-in-chief of the U.S. Navy during World War II, who has deep ties with American politics.

Likewise, he was a member of the Bohemian Club.

He is also one of Reagan's fans.

When he learned that the other party was killed by a Mexican bomb, he declared within the military more than once that he would take revenge!

But at least there is restraint...

But when he heard about the "National Park Bombing", he became furious and ordered the 4th Fleet and the 3rd Marine Division to raid the border waters of Tamaulipas.

Many fleet officers pulled him aside and begged him, saying that without the orders of the Pentagon and President Clinton, no troops could be mobilized.

But the angry Vice Admiral McMorris said this on the deck:

"Are you going to let me go to hell to get their signatures? If everything has to be based on rules and regulations, then America cannot exist!"

Send troops brazenly!

25 hours later…

Aboard the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Gulf of Mexico.

Lieutenant General McMorris’s current expression: (_)╮!
"boom!"

He hammered the table hard, causing the pens and cups on it to bounce. The staff and officers who were working on the battle plan nearby all stopped what they were doing, looked at each other, and dared not breathe.

"Waste! Waste!"

"Three beaches, more than 2100 casualties? The direct loss is close to a regiment. Damn, I can take a battalion and take it all."

"The 3rd Marine Division is simply..."

He looks like a red deer, but it would be bad if it got out.

Perhaps he finally reacted, but he didn't say the last word. He just hummed like a bulldog, his face flushed and his neck thick, and he was a little red.

"Call Major General Sigmund. I want to speak to him on the phone."

The staff officer quickly called the 3rd Marine Division, and after contacting the person, he handed the phone over.

With one hand on his waist, a protruding belly and a pipe in his mouth, Lieutenant General McMorris looks exactly like "Hirohito the Wild Dad".

"Hey, Major General Sigmund, I want the 3rd Division to continue the attack. Don't worry, the navy fleet will provide naval firepower. We will carry out saturation strikes on the three beaches and send out the air force to bomb the tall buildings."

Major General Sigmund was full of bitterness.

Damn it!

It turns out that the Marine Corps is a group of "suicide squads" and their landing operations are simply life-threatening.

During the Normandy Landing, an average of one person was killed every 50 seconds. Although the beaches in Mexico were not so structured and dangerous, the enemy was no pushover. Their weapons and combat effectiveness were much stronger than those of the Japanese army during World War II.

"General, the morale of the 3rd Division is quite low..."

"Depressed?"

Lieutenant General McMorris frowned and his tone suddenly became dissatisfied. "Where is the honor of American soldiers! Where is the honor of your 3rd Division! Where is your courage in the Battle of Bougainville, the Battle of Guam, and the Battle of Iwo Jima?"

Fuck!
That's been decades?

Are you still using this PUA?

The pensions for the soldiers of the 3rd Division who died during World War II have not yet been paid in full.

"The Mexicans have enough firepower. Their rocket launchers in the rear can provide support for the beach landing. On Las Molina, our soldiers have landed on the island. The enemy directly called for artillery guidance. 500 people, half of my battalion's soldiers were blown to pieces, and only 37 survived. What should we do?"

Rear Admiral Sigmund's tone was also full of resentment. "The amphibious assault ship responsible for support was scared when it saw the enemy's artillery coverage and ran away. Do you have an engine installed on your buttocks when you are driving the ship?"

Lieutenant General McMorris was so angry that he wanted to curse, but suddenly the hull shook and a huge explosion seemed to be very close.

It startled him.

He quickly steadied himself, his eyes filled with fear...

The aircraft carrier is shaking?

what happened!

"General, the instrument suddenly malfunctioned, and then suddenly worked again," an officer shouted, sounding somewhat puzzled.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

As if it doesn’t matter?
Of course not!
The explosion was at least hundreds of kilometers away, and I could hear it clearly...

Something big must have happened.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone rang quickly and a staff officer reached out and picked it up immediately.

"Hello, combat command!"

"Ah? Ah! Ah?!! Okay, okay, I got it. I'll report it to the general right away."

After the staff officer hung up the phone, he saw that all his comrades were looking at him, so he gritted his teeth and said, "General, the Mexicans announced 10 minutes ago..."

"An X-weapon was tested in the Chihuahua desert. Its name is: Little Fatty."

! ! ! !
This name is so damn plagiarized.

But it doesn't matter. Lieutenant General McMorris is now trying hard to open his eyes wide.

He felt himself trembling all over.

"X Wu?!"

The staff officer nodded vigorously.

Gulu gulu~
There were swallowing sounds one after another.

Ruined…

Suddenly I had a feeling, like Zhang San next door, who has now become a rich man!

No more insults and beatings at will.

“Fake!!!!”

……

(End of this chapter)