Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 500 It has been three years since then, just like three years of autumn wind and falling leaves!

Fearing further incidents, Division Commander Gunther Lütjens ordered the 221st Regiment to move into Merida!

When the demoralized drug dealers saw Anatoly Magellan surrender, they just cursed a few times and then ran away!
The wolf from the north is coming!
Except for some stubborn elements who were still resisting, sporadic gunfire was heard, but the overall situation was transitioning smoothly.

Military vehicles with loud speakers kept driving through the streets, beeping.

"Put down your weapons and surrender. No one is allowed to leave the room. Those who violate the rules will be treated as drug dealers!"

The people who had been awakened long ago were lying by the windows, looking at the military vehicles passing by below with horror and anxiety.

"Penia, come, help me." The shirtless, bearded man in the bedroom shouted loudly, and saw a beautiful young woman running in. The man was standing on the bed and pulling a green box down from the cabinet.

"What is this?" Petunia asked hurriedly.

"Save your life, man!"

The woman was startled and hurriedly pulled him, "What...what are you going to do?"

The boyfriend was startled, and when he saw the other person's nervous expression, he almost laughed, "What do you think I'm going to do? Fight with the government troops? Don't be ridiculous."

As he spoke, he pulled out a prepared national flag from the box...

"Hang it up, and here's something." The man took something out of the box's lining. "This is a secret weapon. I got it from Chinatown. The Chinese there said that if we put this on, anyone who knows Chinese characters will bless us."

"Use them to cover up your tattoos."

The two were busy, covering each other's exposed tattoos, and they saw the words written on them: Serve the country with loyalty!
Pure Chinese characters...

The butterfly tattoo on the woman's neck reads: Dad, don't hit me.

Yep…

Chinese people always come up with some tricks.

"And, hang this photo on the wall." The man took out a bust of Victor from the box.

"From now on, we are good citizens!"

It looks quite funny.

But that's the way the little guys survive...

Although I have never heard of the government army bullying men and women, kidnapping and extortion, smuggling and extortion, etc. (the current Mexican army is doing this, in reality.)
But, it's always a good idea to be a polite local.

Gunther Lütjens led the guard battalion straight to the city hall. As soon as he got out of the car, the soldiers quickly took their positions. He took two steps at a time and walked towards the mayor's office.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a decadent figure sitting on a chair, with four or five soldiers standing beside him, surrounding him and looking at him.

What are you afraid of?
Afraid he’ll jump off the building!
When Anatoly Magellan found out that he was "kidnapped" and "threatened" by a group of people, he was filled with regret. He was almost able to resist.

What's the difference?
As long as the other party's gun is not so close.

Hearing the noise at the door, he slowly raised his head and saw a colonel walking in. His face looked tense but very majestic!

Anatoly Magellan rubbed his face. He knew that the meat and vegetables were coming. He straightened his clothes, stood up, and looked at the other party. "I surrender. I hope you will treat me well."

Gunther Lütjens was stunned, looked at the military staff officer next to him, and laughed. Everyone else laughed out loud.

This made Anatoly Magellan very unhappy and he felt it was ironic.

"I hope you will treat others like a gentleman."

"Are you surrendering? You are captured, Mr. Mayor." Gunther Lütjens walked over and patted his face. This humiliation completely made the other party lose control and he pushed the other party hard.

"Are you... resisting?" Gunther Lütjens' eyes lit up!
The eyes of the soldiers next to him suddenly became fierce.

Anatoly Magellan suddenly felt his whole body itchy and his scalp numb, and he quickly shook his hands, "No, no, no, I didn't... I didn't mean that."

"Send him a decent gift."

The guards rushed up like wolves and tigers, lifted the man up, grabbed his head and I grabbed his feet, pushed open the window, and threw him down amidst his heart-wrenching screams.

boom! ! !
The ground seemed to shake a few times.

It was obvious that the other party was eating well.

"I heard that the Magellan family was massacred by the rebels. Is this true?" Gunther Lütjens looked at the guard battalion commander, who narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes, General!"

"Okay! Take some people and kill all the bandits!"

"Yes!"

"Company One and Company Two, follow me." the guard battalion commander shouted loudly.

Gunther Lütjens shook his head. "Merida has terrible security."

The military staff looked very calm. When they came, they had already decided to kill all the Magellan family.

The new government does not need aristocratic families. No, even if it does, they will be the interest groups within them. It will be great if they can let you enjoy the benefits for a few hundred years.

What about interest groups that have been rooted in the local area for hundreds of years?

Let’s put it this way…

The history of the world can all refer to ancient China. Even if you are an emperor, you have to bow down to the aristocratic families because they control education. After entering the new era, they control finance. Of course, Victor will not allow this...

If the Magellan family were kept, even if they were not given power, relying on their connections and money, Merida would soon be controlled by them in another way.

A fat pig should look like a fat pig.

A businessman should act like a businessman. I allow you to make money, but I don’t allow you to get involved in politics.

It’s no longer called a federation, it has strengthened centralization, do you think it will still care about capitalists?
Capital is also a bunch of leeks. Once you kill one batch, another batch will come.

It can also fill the national treasury.

Of course, Victor never gave the order to kill everyone.

Would people like Gunther Lütjens cause trouble for the general?
Everything... was done by criminals.

That's right!

Troubled times are the best way to reshuffle the cards. Fists are always more practical than money.

Gunther Lütjens straightened his uniform and forced a smile on his face, "Let me see where my warrior is?"

The staff officer hurriedly called Fritz Klingenberg and others over.

"Hello, sir!"

"Okay, okay, very good, you are all very energetic. Why did you come up with the idea of ​​a surprise attack?" Gunther Lütjens asked curiously.

Fritz even flattered them a little, "When the drug dealers saw our army coming, they were in chaos, law and order collapsed, and everyone from top to bottom was incompetent. I just stood on the shoulders of giants to complete the task."

The master was very satisfied and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I will apply for this skill for you personally. Now you should think about how to practice signing. Young man, there will definitely be many girls writing to you."

Fritz Klingenberg blushed.

after all…

Young man.

He suddenly seemed to have thought of something and grabbed the prisoner next to him, "Sir, this is Georges Clemenceau, a...hero who helped us infiltrate Merida and accomplished such a feat."

Gunther Lütjens raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party. The prisoner was tall, young, and had a flushed face. He saluted awkwardly, but his posture was a little bit weird.

"Thank you very much. I thank you on behalf of the Marine Cavalry Division!"

"No, no, no, this... this is what I should do, to serve... to serve the people!" Georges Clemenceau shouted loudly, looking at Fritz Klingenberg with some gratitude.

There is a huge difference between heroes and captives, and between active and passive.

Gunther Lütjens was overjoyed by these words. "Don't worry, the country will never forget your contribution. What do you want?" Georges Clemenceau's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted a few acres of land, but when he said this, he suddenly changed his mind and said, "I, I want to join the army."

do not know why?
He always felt that this army was very different, they gave enough respect, and Georges Clemenceau also fell in love with the feeling of war. (Not the one who was beaten).

Fritz and others looked at him in surprise.

"No problem. With your merits, you can definitely be promoted to an officer. I will write a letter of recommendation for you and let you go to the military academy first. When you come out, the Marine Cavalry Division will welcome you."

"Thank you, sir!"

Gunther Lütjens nodded with great satisfaction, and after giving a few words of encouragement, he went to do other things. As the current highest commander of Merida, he had a lot of things to do.

"Squad leader, are we going to be promoted?" The baby-faced Lian En asked hurriedly in a low voice after the superior left. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he envisioned, "I don't ask for the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds, but a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords is enough."

Currently, only two people have obtained the Diamond Double Swords and Golden Oak Leaf.

One was Defense Secretary Kennedy Heisenberg as a reward for his contributions to the military.

The second one is Lieutenant General Helmut Moltke, commander of the information warfare forces, who made outstanding contributions by bombing a group of people in a national park in the United States.

Fritz Klingenberg also looked hopeful.

Young soldiers, eager for honor!

……

"Merida Recovered!"

The news spread quickly across the country.

It instantly dominated the front page headlines of the next day, especially the Ministry of Defense which wrote a full article about the achievements of Fritz Klingenberg and others.

The first thought I had when I saw it was: This must be fake!
Eleven people dare to infiltrate and occupy Merida?
The Mexican government is bragging!

Some people expressed doubts at CBRS, the world's largest forum.

South Korea: Mexicans are just like our neighbors, they only know how to brag. China claims they have 5,000 years of history, but their most powerful emperor, Li Shimin, was once blinded in one eye by us, and even Zhu Di had to bow down to our great god of war Yi Sun-sin!

Vietnam: As we all know, the area north of the Yangtze River belongs to Koreans, the area south of the Yangtze River belongs to Vietnamese, and the Pacific Ocean belongs to the United States. Mexico is just a thief who stole the victory.

India: I don’t believe it, I don’t acknowledge it, I protest!

Here are the responses from netizens from around the world…

What era is this? Even if a single soldier is outstanding, it is impossible for ten people to occupy a city. Either Mexico is exaggerating, or...

That's what Southern drug dealers really can't use.

A South Korean netizen even mocked, "The drug dealers are so weak in fighting. If I were to go there, I would definitely beat them up."

Then I saw a netizen with a Laotian IP address calmly asking him for his address.

This guy actually said it.

I don’t know if it will be seen by people offline. Anyway, the early Internet was really a mixed bag with all kinds of people.

Of course there are also regular troops.

CIA heard the news: Damn!

European intelligence: Fuck!

The Mexican Ministry of Defense and the General Staff were both busy, because the rapid fall of this place meant that the strategic plan had to be completely overturned and started over again.

The original plan was to use the 5th Army and the Marine Cavalry Division to attack from both sides, and then push to other places. But now, Merida is gone, the capital has been occupied, and the siege has become a small battle to encircle and suppress the four sides.

The countdown to unification has officially begun!

On the grove walkway behind the National Palace…

It's very quiet and you can hear birds occasionally.

"This is a congratulatory message from Cuba, this is from Venezuela, this is from Brazil..." Casare held the documents in his hand with a happy look on his face, and handed them to the secretary behind him as if he was counting money.

Victor was also in a good mood. He took a breath and his nose was filled with the smell of jasmine. "It's all thanks to the soldiers' dedication and unity."

"Boss, you are being modest. Mexico is a ship on the move, and you are the helmsman. Without you to control the direction, we will definitely go astray."

Was Casare a SD person in his previous life?
This little mouth moves around.

This made Victor laugh.

"Tell me the nice things you can say." He continued walking on the path. "After the war, there will be more internal pressure. Some drug dealers will hide in the mountains and forests, and some will even hide among the people and launch terrorist attacks. So, I want to expand the National Guard from the current 3 to 10."

"I agree. James Ryan has come to me several times. The National Guard is under a lot of pressure."

Casare rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, there is actually another way."

"what?"

"We can invite member states of the People's Alliance to send people here for 'internships'. After all, many countries have little actual combat experience. Most drug dealers have been eliminated, and a small number can be used for training. We can also quickly solve the current shortage of security forces."

Let others help with the work!
He also has to thank us.

The more Victor thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. He sighed, "You really have a good brain. You were so slippery when you were in prison."

When serving as prison guards in the past, many people were afraid of offending the imprisoned drug dealers, or even losing their lives because of an accident. But not Casare. He was a very smooth person. Although he could not be said to have a lot of face, drug dealers generally would not cause trouble for him.

This ability is innate.

It cannot be acquired through training.

Casare just smiled.

"Please contact them. Also, how long will it take for the People's Union Building to be completed?"

“It will take about a year.”

"First, we need to find a larger place to build a temporary building. After all, we are a formal organization. On June 6, we will invite them to attend the first People's Federation meeting and discuss the agenda for strengthening business cooperation."

Victor stopped and said, "Economic development is the key foundation for Mexico's future rise."

A country without money can never develop.

"I heard that they are setting up a special economic zone over there. Can we do that too?" Casare asked in a low voice.

I can’t read, but can I copy?

Mexico has so many outlets to the sea. To be honest, if the government gives help, it is only a matter of time before it takes off.

"Okay, then, I plan to send you to learn and see how our brothers develop."

"Okay!" Casare nodded vigorously.

Victor raised his head and looked at the sky. "Three years ago, we set out from Mexico City and started to fight against drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island. Now it has been three years. The Begonia Leaves have been unified, and Casare..."

"you say…"

“How will future generations judge us?”

When the wind blew, the grove also made clear sounds, as if caressing the soul.

Hearing Victor's question, Casare shook his head and said, "Perhaps, 180 years ago, when José María Morelos was standing on the march to liberate Mexico, he also raised his head and asked. It's enough to have a clear conscience. Let future generations tell the rest."

Victor said nothing more.

Standing quietly, watching the morning glow slowly rising in the sky...

Just like Mexico, it is slowly rising!
……

(End of this chapter)