Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 475 Why don’t the troops eat breakfast? !

Casare trotted away, followed by his guards and secretary.

"minister…"

"Hello, Minister!"

All the staff he met on the road stopped and greeted him.

In early February, after a show of hands in the Military Council, he was appointed "Minister of Social Security and Military Logistics and Armaments." His military rank was General!
And Prime Minister of Mexico!

Of course, he does not have military power, but when you hear the series of departments mentioned here, you can tell that he has considerable real power.

In the global wanted list issued by the United States before, he ranked second, only after Victor, with a reward of 4790 million US dollars!
There are really both zeros and integers.

Casare nodded at them kindly and ran towards the highest building.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

He asked Victor with a smile after knocking on the door and going in.

"Sit down and wait for me to sign a few words." Emperor Wei raised his head and pointed to the sofa next to him.

Casare nodded when he heard this, and sat aside, rubbing his knees hard with his hands.

After waiting for about four or five minutes, Victor finished signing the last document and closed his pen. "I heard that you are going to get engaged to your girlfriend?"

The other person had a "shy" smile on his face, "Yes, he will get engaged to me after the World's Next Top Model Competition in San Francisco in April."

He said this with a little happiness on his face, "By then, she will quit the modeling industry and move behind the scenes."

This was all agreed upon beforehand. The wife of a country's second-in-command can't go out and wear a bikini in front of others, right?
How dignified!

"I'll take care of it for you then."

Casare stood up with his face trembling, "Thank you, Boss."

Victor pressed his hand down, indicating that he was welcome.

"The United Nations is preparing to intervene in the Mexican-American War and is planning to mediate the war between us. I plan to send you."

"No problem, boss, just leave it to me." Fatty Ka patted his chest.

"But I want to ask, what level are we going to talk about?"

“Should we ask the Americans to return the land they have swallowed?”

Victor paused while lighting a cigarette when he heard this, and raised his head, "Aren't you afraid that the Americans will fight you to the death? Clinton is easy to bully, but if the responsibility for the loss of the country lies with him, he will definitely play a game of X with you. By then, even the countries that sympathize, pity, and help us in the United Nations will think that we are ungrateful!"

Casare thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.

How much do Americans care about their reputation?
Their faces have been pressed to the ground and rubbed hard. If you don't give them face in the United Nations, you may be killed.

X-War is right before your eyes!

(Then, will it be the finale?)
"But negotiation is about bargaining. We first ask for land. If the other party refuses, we will take a step back. But remember, we must let them see that we are angry!"

Casare nodded vigorously and took out a notebook from his pocket, which he always carried with him. It contained all the boss's words.

You think...

Anyone can be a close minister?
Isn't it because he is loyal, obedient and capable enough?

What a great ability!

"Then Boss, is there anything that must be discussed?"

Victor narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly, with half of his face blocked by the shadow behind him, making him look like a... villain.

Oh, and he's not a nice guy either.

The good guys were killed long ago.

Only evil people will be punished by evil people!
Call ~
He blew out a chic smoke ring, which floated above his head and then dispersed!

"What do you say about stationing troops in the United States?"

Cassara raised his head suddenly!
In the pupil...

There is also a hint of horror!
……

World News Thousands of...

Victor is half.

After threatening to "blow up Wall Street", Hong Kong stocks, US stocks, and even stock prices all plummeted.

Even in Hong Kong, the media wrote a shocking headline in big red and black letters.

"Dog bites dog in North America! Americans love to eat shit!"

The gimmick attracted a lot of attention in an instant. I heard that the only thing that increased that day was the news media.

Asian countries, especially Thailand, the Philippines, and other traditional "double-dealers" have recently stopped their activities, while filial sons and grandsons such as South Korea and Japan have begun to promote the "Mexican threat theory" around the world.

All countries are required to impose sanctions on Victor and even freeze his overseas assets.

嗏

No one cares about him.

Even the old ladies in the Dongda Mountain area know the name Victor.

There is an "anti-American fighter" in North America.

And in this kind of "hot fire and boiling oil" atmosphere.

A UN spokesman announced that peace talks will be held in Havana, the capital of Cuba, on March 3, the day after tomorrow!
It immediately attracted the attention of the world.

Peace lovers look forward to it!
The conspirators were dismissive!
The ambitious are ready to make a move!
In an instant, the pressure was put on Field. If anything happened to either side here, the impact on Cuba would be huge.

But if it is successfully held, there will be more hidden benefits for their camp.

This is also an important reason why Field is willing to take on the task.

Three hours after the UN announced this, the Havana Police Department received a threatening phone call saying that the Mexican delegation would be assassinated!

The police were so frightened that they immediately reported to their superiors, who ordered them to solve the case quickly.

Finally at 11pm...

Avispas Negras (Black Hornets), Cuba's special forces, stormed into a residential area and arrested an 18-year-old young man who was sleeping!

He was snoring at the time, and when someone slapped him awake, it felt like the sky was falling!

A team of elite soldiers pointed their weapons at him, and he was so scared that he peed his pants.

When he was taken away, he quickly confessed everything in the car.

It turned out that he was a little jealous because he saw that Mexico was a hot topic recently. His career was not going well, and he was a rapper, so he wanted to create a topic, and thus came up with this...

Sure enough, there are always people like this.

I don't know what happened later...

However, it is said that the police car was shaking violently at that time.

Everyone inside is very "happy".

Cuba sent more than 2 soldiers to clear all the main roads.

Field even gave an order that not a single mistake was allowed!
At 3 a.m. on March 11, a 47-member delegation headed by Casarès and with Goebbels and Defense Secretary Kennedy as deputies arrived at Havana International Airport.

Field went to the airport in person to greet him. Even Fatty Kalin felt a little nervous when he saw the bearded leader of Latin American GCism wearing a modern military uniform.

He is the man who truly relied on his wisdom, excellent combat capabilities and firm belief to seize a glimmer of hope from the United States!

He has carried out 638 assassination attempts in his lifetime, and the fact that he is still alive proves the CIA’s incompetence!
"Greetings, Mr. Field."

Casarre shook hands with the other party.

"It's nice to meet you, Casare, I've heard of you many times, but this is my first time meeting you, and you're most welcome to Cuba."

"Thank you~"

The people in the delegation greeted each other with a "long time no see" look. After the military band performed the national anthems of both sides, Casare got into Field's special car, a custom-made Soviet-made car with perfect three-protection features.

With the police car leading the way, they drove towards the banquet hall.

In the car, Field asked a lot of questions. Casare was no longer a young political idiot. He could say some things and he understood some things.

That's called watertight.

This made Field look a little depressed as he smoked a cigar.

Casare glanced at his expression and laughed in his heart, but still got down to business:

"Before I came, the general told me that Cuba and Mexico have been good partners since ancient times. In maintaining regional peace, we are comrades, relatives, and comrades-in-arms..."

This is said one after another. Since ancient times?

Damn, Mexico used to be inhabited by Indians, and you should be like the people in the neighboring United States who have been scalped since ancient times.

However, Field had a close relationship with Mexico. After he was arrested in 1953 after a failed armed attack on the Moncada Barracks, he fled to Mexico in 1955.

But this is called the art of language. Even if you know that what I say is just to please you, you will definitely be happy.

Field really pricked up his ears.

“We hope to establish a comprehensive alliance with Cuba and make joint efforts in drug control, trafficking and smuggling, as well as human rights equality.”

Field took a puff of his cigar and nodded, "Of course! These are our common enemies. Under the glory of Communism, they want to liberate freedom and free slaves, while those capitalists are still trafficking people from Asia and Europe and training them into the way they like. This is simply trampling on civilization!"

"I will never allow anyone to traffic drugs in Cuba. If we find anyone, we will crack down on them severely. If we catch anyone, we will kill them!"

These words are full of murderous intent!
But he was also right when he said that after Field overthrew the Batista regime, he cracked down on crime and confiscated the land of American farmers.

Cuba is the only country in Latin America without a drug problem.

Despite being located on a busy route for drug shipments, its geographical location and strict anti-drug measures have kept drug trafficking under control in Cuba.

This place is really great. It is located at the mouth of the Gulf of Mexico and has a coastline of 5746 kilometers.

It is only 21 kilometers northeast of the Bahamas, 150 kilometers north of Key West, USA across the Florida Strait, 77 kilometers east of Haiti, 140 kilometers south of the Caribbean Sea, and 210 kilometers west of the Gulf of Mexico.

A complete enclave.

No wonder Reagan wanted to launch the "Bay of Pigs Operation" at that time, but unfortunately it failed.

Now he should be on the way to reincarnation.

Casare smiled and nodded, "Mexico is willing to provide Cuba with military equipment assistance worth 13 billion US dollars!"

Field was delighted when he heard this, "Do you have missiles?"

He had felt the confidence brought by missiles in 1962. At that time, the United States did not dare to move, which made him feel more confident.

Later, when retreating, he even touched the Soviet missile regiment's vehicle. He still remembered that he vowed to make missiles at that time, but unfortunately...

The CIA was extremely wary of him. There were even several times when he was preparing a plan, but before he even gave the order, the CIA already knew about it, and knew that someone in the country must have betrayed him.

Coupled with the death of his close comrade, he became very depressed during that period.

But who would have thought that Mexico, which is closer to the United States, would directly attack him in the dark with a series of combined punches, making the opponent cry out in pain.

Field was also very curious about how Victor did it.

It can’t be that it was picked up from the sea...hahaha.

"Yes, there are R-14 missiles in the equipment assistance." Casare nodded.

Upon hearing this, Field burst into laughter and even... wiped away his tears.

He said with great sincerity, "Thank you, thank you! The Americans have threatened Cuba for decades, and we... we finally have a choice."

Casare felt a little sad when he heard this.

Field grabbed his hand and said, "Mexico will be Cuba's best comrade. If you need anything, just tell me."

Such generosity made Fatty Ka feel a little embarrassed...

He hesitated, "We want to rent a piece of land to build a military base."

As if afraid that the other party would suspect their intentions, he hurriedly explained, "Drug dealers and violent crimes in Haiti continue to expand, and the general intends to..."

Before he could finish, Field reached out and interrupted him, "No problem!"

"You don't need to tell me any reasons, Casare. I believe in the comrades around me in the pursuit of mankind's greatest ideals!"

He is worthy of being called the "Father of Cuba". When he returned to Cuba in 1956, 86 people followed him to fight guerrilla warfare...

His personal charm has reached its peak, and even in the United States he has many fans...

When he visited the United States, a group of college students surrounded him...

Field's words made Casare, the profiteer, feel a little embarrassed, and he remained silent.

"Comrade!"

These two words seem particularly heavy...

Along the way, the two people became closer and discussed a lot of cooperation.

For example: Cuba will send medical insurance experts to Mexico to guide them in the popularization of the public medical system.

Mexico will provide Cuba with the latest agricultural technology and send agricultural experts to help them solve food problems!
Deepen cooperation in military, cultural, and political fields.

Most importantly, a military alliance was reached.

The Americans are still too powerful. In order to prevent being defeated one by one, both sides have to blockade them in the Gulf of Mexico!

When they got off the car, they were even holding each other's hands.

This startled many of the waiting foreign guests, and then they looked at each other meaningfully.

"Mr. Casare, can I ask you a few questions?"

The female reporter from the "royal TV station" next to them walked up with a smile on her face.

"of course."

“May I ask what you think of Cuba?”

“It’s a beautiful and charming country, I love it.”

"So what do you think the relationship between Mexico and Cuba is like?"

Casare stretched out his left hand and patted his right arm, "Brother!"

"Anyone who touches Cuba is cutting off Mexico's hands and feet, and we will definitely retaliate!"

The female reporter was stunned when she heard the answer, but then nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you, I wish you a happy life in Cuba."

Casare smiled and nodded.

He came here without hiding his edge.

Just as the boss said.

The Americans are just a paper tiger, but whoever can pry a tooth out of the tiger's mouth has the power to be arrogant no matter what!
...

Arturo De Sena lay on the bed in his office and took a deep breath.

The doctor said his blood pressure was a little high and if he didn't stay in the hospital for treatment, his life might be in danger.

But where does Arturo have the time now?

That bastard Victor didn't say a word and just led his troops south!

I had originally planned to strike first, but now the other party has taken the initiative.

The reorganized Second Army was the main force, plus one and a half main divisions of the Fifth Army, totaling nearly 5 people. In 10 minutes, they broke through the "Miguel-Alamein Reservoir" defense line that he had carefully defended, annihilated and captured two regiments, a total of more than 97 people.
2 days to play in Wahuapan...

Day 3: Arriving in Oaxaca!

After 6 hours of fierce attack...it was declared defeated!
On the fourth day, Tututepec, a major city in northeastern Oaxaca, was besieged. There were about 4 defeated soldiers and hundreds of tons of supplies inside. It was a military transit station.

Never lose it.

Arturo De Sena ordered his troops to rush to the rescue without even having breakfast.

why do not you eat?
After relieving ourselves in Tututepec, we had breakfast.

But when the troops were halfway there...

News from the front: Tututepec has fallen!
The Mexican army achieved the feat of passing Oaxaca in 7 days.

One and a half divisions of the Fifth Army broke through the coastal state of Veracruz and captured more than 8000 militants in the south!

After the two sides joined forces in Tututepec, they headed straight for Chiapas.

It is said that…

Gulf Group boss Giorgia is said to be preparing to flee.

He was planning to take people to Guatemala, which made Arturo De Sena so angry that he cursed him, calling him a pile of mud!
Bad things happened one after another.

Has God abandoned him?
The Confederacy…

Dark clouds cover!

"Is it really God's will that I die?!"

……

(End of this chapter)