Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 501 So life is as bitter as a song!

State of Campeche.

Cantarell Oil Field!

This is the largest oil field in Mexico and one of the largest in the world, with reserves estimated at between 150 and 200 billion barrels.

This... is quite complicated.

In order to gain support from the United States and European countries, Arturo De Sena mortgaged this place, which is hard currency.

What is there to say?

Oil may not breed rats, but it definitely breeds mold!
A "task force" of about 120 people is stationed here.

After the end of the Mexican-American War, according to the "Havana Agreement", all resources within Mexico are decided independently by the Mexican people, and the US government has no right to interfere.

But the Americans...

Never follows the rules.

But Arturo De Sena's sudden escape actually made the Americans a little flustered. You ran away...what about the mortgage we signed?
Victor didn't admit it at all!
The Cantarell oil field is the cornerstone of the country. What would happen if the Mexicans took it?
So Washington decided...

Blow it up!
If we can't get it, then neither can you.

This news was captured by the intelligence department...

June 6rd, night, 3:00.

Four UH-4 general-purpose helicopters took off from two warships sailing in the Gulf of Mexico in radio silence.

It was carrying 30 people from the Coast Guard Boat Strike Team (SWWE)…

Flying towards the Cantarell Oil Field.

The main focus is on surprise.

"Fly at low altitude, stay hidden, and reach the target in two minutes."

The propeller of the UH-60 general-purpose helicopter wrinkled the bottom part, and the soldiers inside said nothing, but just silently sorted out their equipment.

"Falcon 30, maintain feet."

"Got it, 30 feet!"

The only sound was the helicopter pilots relaying messages to each other.

"Lower 10 feet!"

Four Black Hawks flew into the outskirts of Campeche...

“Thirty seconds!!!”

On a rooftop vantage point over the Cantarell Oil Field, two American soldiers were smoking and dozing off, but they were the sentinels for tonight.

Suddenly I heard a noise and looked up into the air in confusion.

One of the bearded men stared hard, "OMG! OMG! Black Hawk! It's Black Hawk!"

"Quick, sound the alarm, the Mexican special forces are coming!"

One of them hurriedly ran to press the alarm on the wall.

"Fire!"

The cannon on the Black Hawk swept, puff puff puff puff...

The bullet instantly tore the two men into pieces and smashed them to pieces.

Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, even hanging on telephone poles.

"GOGOGO!"

One of the Black Hawks hovered over the rooftop, less than 2 meters above the ground. The soldier quickly jumped down and pointed the sniper rifle at the ground below.

The other three planes dispersed and rappelled!

The American soldiers jumped out of bed upon hearing the roar of bullets. Some of them ran out of the dormitory holding their weapons and wearing only vests, without even having time to put on their clothes.

This left foot just stepped down the stairs...

boom!
Half of his head exploded instantly, and the whole person took two steps forward due to inertia before falling to the ground.

“Sniper!!”

One team of snipers and three teams of commandos. This is the tactic of the Coast Guard boat commando. It is like a palm that completely controls the oil field.

The sound of gunfire rang out one after another.

Accompanied by screams.

Because of the geographical environment, we definitely cannot use rocket launchers. If it explodes, we will all have to escape and take the plane.

Because of the snipers, the American soldiers couldn't come down from the dormitory at all. Everyone who came down was shot.

real…

So frustrating!

The battle lasted until 2 o'clock, less than 40 minutes in total.

About 60 American soldiers were killed, and the remaining 40 surrendered directly...

Holding his head, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and slippers...

If you don’t know, you might think they are Somali pirates.

This also proves that the advantage of weapons is a great bonus to the US military.

"Who among you is the commander..."

The captain of the Coast Guard boat commando team stood in front of them and shouted.

The U.S. troops lowered their heads and said nothing.

He grinned and waved his hand. Two soldiers pulled an American soldier over by the hair and smashed him on the head with the butt of a rifle. The other soldier covered his face and screamed. The two soldiers punched and kicked him without any hesitation.

"I hope you will cooperate. Those who surrender will not be honored. Gentlemen, you don't want to die here, do you?"

"you say!"

The captain pointed at someone at random. The soldier shuddered and subconsciously looked at a young white man squatting in the middle.

This scene happened to be seen...

"Don't kill me, I'm useful!" The white man's eyes trembled, and he raised his hand decisively, "My father is John Sidney McCain!"

Such a familiar name...

A soldier standing behind the captain's eyes lit up, and he trotted over and whispered something in his ear.

"So he's still a young man..."

"I hope you're not lying to me, or I'll hang your head from a rope and tie it to a helicopter to go shark fishing!"

The young white man was shocked when he heard this and shook his head vigorously.

"Lock him up alone, and kill the others...all of them."

! ! ! !
The surrendering American soldiers were furious when they heard this.

The young white man's eyes widened. Seeing someone had already pulled the bolt, his scalp went numb. "Don't shoot! I'll tell you a secret!"

The captain held out his hand, "What secret?"

"You have to ensure our safety! Otherwise, you can shoot me too, and let me die with the secret."

"I promise you."

"You swear to Victor that if you break your promise, you will die."

This request immediately made the captain somewhat dissatisfied. He looked gloomy and said, "Then I won't listen to you. I will kill them all."

? ? ? ?
You're not playing by the rules!

The young white man was startled for a second, and was knocked to the ground by a punch. The captain swung his fist at him, his face swollen, and spitted in his face condescendingly, "Who do you think you are, bargaining with me?"

"If you don't tell me, I will kill them one by one for you. Kill one first."

"Yes, Captain!" a soldier shouted, took out his gun and fired two shots at the American soldier who had been beaten before, both hitting the head, killing him beyond belief.

"I'll kill one in ten seconds. I'll see if you can hold on."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Ten, nine..."

"I say, I say..." The white man with a swollen head like a pig said in a crying voice.

Mexicans have no moral principles at all!

Didn't I just ask you to swear?
Is it that difficult? ! !

He looked around and said, "I want to talk to you alone."

This is enough to satisfy me. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the side. Americans are just servile and they must be served with fists.

"This news... was told to me by my father, who said that Clinton was planning to dismantle the Organization for the Renewable Pact for Human Progress, which would include color coups in Cambodia, Venezuela and Ivory Coast to overthrow the pro-Mexican governments."

"The Defense Covert Operations Agency is in charge!"

The captain of the Coast Guard Boat Commando frowned and leaned forward slightly, looking very oppressive. "You didn't lie to me? I haven't even heard of this department."

"Really! This department was newly signed by President Clinton... Few people know about it, and my father happens to be one of them."

When talking about Clinton, he paused. The main reason was that the current president was somewhat notorious, especially the rumors that he took drugs in his office and then had hallucinations and had naked sex, which caused an uproar. Although the rumors were debunked immediately, the details behind it always made people wonder.

Can such a person be president?

America is truly finished.

“Why is there a special Defense Covert Operations Agency?”

The young white man was silent for a moment. "He doesn't trust the CIA and the FBI. He's afraid that he'll be killed by them, just like Kennedy. My father said that. He didn't want me to get too close to the Kennedy family, so... he threw me here to make some military merits."

"Are you really my biological child?"

The captain asked doubtfully.

Sending American soldiers to Mexico is like throwing meat buns at a dog, isn't it?
"We didn't expect the drug dealers to be defeated so quickly..."

"I have said everything I need to say. I demand that the safety of me and my men be guaranteed."

The captain narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I keep my word, but you may have to leave it to professionals."

The young white man's face turned pale as if he had thought of something.

He was taken to Mexico City overnight.

He was personally "entertained" by Giacomo Casanova, director of the Latin American division of the General Intelligence Agency.

It would be so uncivilized if torture was not used.

They fed him some aphrodisiac, and in a higher dosage, and then handcuffed him to a chair and asked a naked woman to seduce him.

Eyes gradually turned red...

An inexplicable roar came from his throat.

The chair was fixed, but it still made a vibrating sound.

Just like a wild beast in heat!

When the time comes, the special practitioners will remove the handcuffs from his hands, and then...

The next scene is quite exciting.

But they were all captured by the camera, and even the frequency was calculated.

As the young white man lay on the ground like a dead dog, Giacomo Casanova walked in with his nose pinched, with a fake smile on his face, "Mr. Severus McCain, you don't want your photo to be on the front page of the United States tomorrow."

The former's body trembled slightly.

Under the light, Giacomo Casanova's expression was bright on one side and dark on the other. "Do you want to cooperate with us?"

……

Ramallah, Palestine!
Full of ruins...

Israel launched a war without warning, firing countless missiles at this place, destroying schools, hospitals and homes.

Under the ruins...

The dusty hands stretched out, as if pointing to the sky and asking, why don’t we deserve peace?
"Brother, brother, brother, please don't go."

In that low bungalow, the short younger brother was pulling his older brother who was much taller than him, crying and shouting. He raised his head with tears in his eyes.

He was wearing a dark green military uniform, a mask, and a green kufiye tied on his head. He had deep eyes and his rough hands touched his brother's head to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry, Brick. Men's tears are worthless after all."

"Don't let others see your cowardice."

His voice was deep and trembling. "From the moment I opened my eyes, I saw an eight-meter-high wall and countless turrets... One day, my home was bombed, and my parents, brothers, and sisters died. When I started my own family with hope for the future, my children and my wife were gone again. Perhaps, today I am tired, and the Palestinian children miss home."

"When you grow up, Brick, you will turn into a dandelion and fly to the land that once belonged to us."

After saying that, he turned his head resolutely and ran towards the team in the distance.

He stood at the back, turned his head, looked at his adopted "brother", waved his hands vigorously, and shouted loudly:

"Brick, grow up quickly for the sake of our country!"

Brick watched with tears in his eyes as his brother and the others boarded the transport vehicle and headed towards the front line.

Each of those figures looked so thin yet so resolute.

He wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, picked up a "Minisch", a kind of cake, from the table, and bit it hard.

He wants to eat more, grow up, and then...

Join the Glorious Resistance!!
A quarrel broke out in a very hidden tunnel.

"This is suicide! Mr. Yassin, you sent people paragliding from the border to Israel. Did you prepare a way out? Aren't you sending them to their deaths?"

Jason Bourne frowned and shouted!

He is now the head of Mexico's intelligence office in the Middle East. Of course, he applied for the position himself, and Victor respects his wishes.

Opposite him was an old man, and... he was sitting in a wheelchair, his limbs could not move, only his head could turn slightly, and the age spots on his face were very obvious.

Maybe someone already knows who he is.

Yassin is a complicated person. Those who admire him think he is a hero, while those who hate him think he is a terrorist. This perfectly illustrates the saying: His enemy is my hero!
He heard Jason Bourne's question, and there was a complicated look in his eyes. He used the loudspeaker, "Do we... have a choice?"

"We have no military industry, no weapons, no missiles, and even... no support from anyone, but we need to convey our voice to the world. We are too weak, so weak that even under public opinion, we are a terrorist organization. Mr. Jason, we have never been one. We... just want our country."

Yasin was silent, a tear fell from the corner of the old man's eye, "Our country has come to such a state, there is nothing we can do except die for it."

"If a tragic death can attract global attention, it's also the best kind of publicity, isn't it?"

Jason Bourne was shocked and opened his mouth. "We will support you."

"Of course, I'm happy to have people like you, but the world is still in the hands of the United States, isn't it? You are struggling, we are struggling, the world... has always been a huge quagmire."

"We want our land back, that's never wrong!"

"If one day, I die in battle, Mr. Jason..."

Yassin looked at him, the old man's eyes were shining, "Please sing a Palestinian nursery rhyme for me in front of my tombstone..."

The guard next to him pressed the radio on the table.

"Zizzizi~"

A song with a slightly sad tone sounded:
"On that battlefield filled with smoke, I was a brave little soldier.

I keep thinking about my hometown in my heart, and that familiar place is shining.

Thinking of the loving faces of my parents, my longing flows in my heart like sand.

Is my home far away still peaceful? Are my parents waiting for me?

...

Jason Bourne clenched his fists tightly.

if…

If Mexico didn't have General Victor, would it have been doomed to be destroyed?
But, Yassin is right, we can support them in their resistance, but the biggest factor in their ultimate victory is still themselves.

So…life.

What is its significance?

……

(End of this chapter)