Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 538 I hope there is no poison in the world! Poison? That means they were not killed completely!

When Mossad Director David Barnea got out of the car, he stumbled and fell to the ground. The agent next to him hurried over to help him up.

But he pushed them away and walked through the cordon with red eyes. The police standing outside didn't dare to look at him.

Entered the living room.

When he saw the bodies of his wife and children that had been cleared out, he couldn't control himself anymore and knelt on the ground crying. His tears and saliva mixed together and he looked...

It makes me want to laugh.

This Mossad devil finally experienced what it was like to lose a family member.

No one around dared to come up to comfort her, they could only lower their heads and sigh.

David Barnea wiped his tears and stood up trembling, "Where is the body of that bastard!"

This is of course referring to Claudius Durant.

He never considered that in Israel, a country where military ranks are awarded indiscriminately, this henchman who had followed him for ten years is just a captain!
Moreover, he doesn't hold any official position.

If you want the old cow to work but are unwilling to give it grass to eat, the old cow will have no choice but to hit you hard and let you know what the rage of an ox or a horse is.

Deng Deng Deng~
A man trotted in from the door and looked at David Barnea with hesitation.

"Say!"

"Chief, we found Claudius Durant's call records and found that he had contacted the same number seven times. We traced the line and found a public telephone booth."

"We retrieved street surveillance..."

"The other side has a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness."

Before David Barnea could get angry, a deputy director of Mossad came in with a red face, "Director, the Mexican side admitted that they did it."

! ! ! !
All the Mossad agents present frowned. Claudius Durant was an Israeli "old yellow flag" who had worked in the agency for ten years. How could he be bribed?
David Barnea was shaking.

“Victor!!”

He swore that he would take revenge!

...

At the Ministry of Internal Affairs' press conference, there were dozens of photos on the background wall behind the spokesperson, four of which had turned gray.

When he announced to reporters that he had beheaded the relatives of Mossad Director David Barnea, no one could believe it.

too fast.

It hasn't even been a day.

"What are the specific details?" a reporter raised his hand and asked.

"Mossad has committed atrocities and carried out terrorist activities around the world, but we cannot deny that there are also righteous people in Mossad. They cannot work with drug dealers and terrorist organizations, so they change their ways and are willing to sacrifice their lives for their conscience."

To put it simply: there is a mole!

"Does the Mexican side feel that this model of collective punishment is too overbearing and inhumane? They are all innocent people."

The spokesperson glanced at the speech in front of him and was startled when he saw the answers written by his colleagues. "If Mr. David Barnea is willing to accept it, we can say sorry to him. Also, if there is any objection, please ask the person concerned to come to the Ministry of External Affairs in Mexico City for consultation. Thank you."

???

I've seen shameless spokespersons before, but this is the first time I've seen one this shameless. You want him to come to you?

Why don't you go to Mossad?
"Next question."

A Cuban reporter stood up and asked, "Can you explain further about Mexico's upcoming military actions?"

"This needs to be consulted with the Ministry of National Defense, thank you."

"Next question."

...

Following Victor's order, Mexico entered a state of war, and military factories accelerated the production of military products. In addition to this, they contacted their "potential" partners in the Middle East.

On the evening of November 1992, 11, a C22 Hercules secretly landed at the Mexico City Air Force Base. Four people got off the car and were picked up by two cars and taken into the National Palace.

Victor, along with Casare, Defense Secretary Kennedy and others, personally went downstairs to greet them.

When a young man got out of the car, he smiled and held out his hand, "Welcome, Basil."

This man has a full beard and looks very tough.

Anyone who knows the situation in Syria will definitely know his identity.

The eldest son of the "Middle East Lion"!

At Victor's wedding, Syria also sent someone, but he was a small and invisible person. However, as soon as the "Grande Plaza Bombing" was over, Casare contacted the other party, hoping to cooperate on the Middle East issue.

The other party was delighted when he heard this and immediately sent Basil over.

"Thank you. My father has told his children more than once about your feat, Mr. President. He said that you are the only true warrior in Latin America who never yields to others."

Although I know that this is a good thing said for the sake of the relationship between the two parties, it still sounds comfortable.

After Victor introduced the other people around him, a group of people went upstairs. Basil looked at the patrolling soldiers around him curiously, especially their weapons and equipment, and even a "remote-controlled plane" flying overhead.

"That's our new product, a remote-controlled drone that can transmit the surrounding environment to the operator in real time through the camera." Defense Secretary Kennedy saw that he was very curious and took the initiative to speak.

Sure enough, this novelty gadget attracted Basil's attention.

In fact, when it was first developed, military personnel including Kennedy thought that this thing was of little use. What could a toy plane do?
But ever since the "US National Park Bombing" killed a large number of nobles, they all understood that if the battery life problem could be solved, this thing would simply be a killer weapon!
Its importance in local wars is greater than that of artillery.

Basil followed Victor into the office, and as soon as he sat down, the latter said, "We will help you take back the Golan Heights!"

Basil and several other Syrians suddenly had red eyes.

In 1974, his father, the Middle East lion, fought with the Israelis in the Golan Heights and was almost driven into autism. It was considered a disgrace, but the more this happened, the more he had to take back this land. In addition to the face issue, it was too important. This was a buffer zone, and whoever got it would gain the initiative in the war.

Battleground!

Basil raised his eyebrows calmly, "What do we...have to pay?"

"I will make the Israelis pay the price. They provoked the wrong people!"

Basil immediately remembered what his father said, "Victor is obviously a petty person. You must give him face, otherwise he will kill you. I even suspect that he is the one behind the civil unrest in the United States."

Be careful!
"We hope to have exclusive sales and pricing rights for Syrian resources."

Basil's brows suddenly furrowed. Isn't this just handing over the most valuable foreign trade to others?
Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

If you do this, foreign trade will be strangled by Mexico, which is impossible to agree to in principle!

嗏

Basil knew that his father would most likely agree to his long-cherished wish for the Golan Heights, and that Syria really needed to find a new big brother.

Previously, the Soviet Union...

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the United States has almost dominated the Middle East. Who dares to go against Israel?

Even the Russian Federation now dares not openly support them and has even cut off aid, which makes it difficult for them to move forward.

It is not easy for Mexico to lend a hand now.

You know, there is no one in the world who can ignore the United States's wishes.

In fact, from Victor's perspective, mature politicians can be angry, can be upset, and can even kill, but there must be a reward. Otherwise, if you just rely on your emotions to start a war, the result will be like the Soviet Union, which will be dragged down like before.

He looked at Basil's hesitation and knew that he was wavering. He said directly:

"We will send our air force and the latest fighter jets to help you fight."

"In addition, we will provide you with equipment for three divisions and invite you to join the People's Alliance. We will provide you with an interest-free loan of 5 million US dollars." "If the United States condemns you, you can let them come to us!"

Basil swallowed his saliva. The equipment of three divisions could increase the guard force by another 30,000 people!

It can make the family more stable.

"I need to contact my father."

Victor nodded, "No problem, I have arranged accommodation for you at the National Palace, but I want an answer as soon as possible."

"I'll have a response tomorrow."

Basil also acted decisively. After he finished speaking, he left the office with his staff.

"What do the Palestinians say?" Victor asked, leaning back.

“They are still arguing among themselves…”

This made Victor stare with dissatisfaction, "They've already killed their way to the door, but they're still busy fighting for power and profit because of factional issues. It will only make people laugh when they get slaughtered!"

Kennedy, Casare and others looked at each other, feeling helpless.

After all, no one is afraid unless the butcher's knife is on his head, but the power that is fought for is enjoyed by oneself.

Victor frowned and said in a cold voice, "Then don't worry about them. Let them fend for themselves. They are a bunch of trash."

"If we reach a cooperation with Syria, immediately order Deputy Commander Manfred von Richthofen to lead the 75th Air Force Bomber Group and the 117th Air Combat Regiment North to move in and start bombing the Israeli side of the Golan Heights!"

"On the Medellin side, bomb the drug traffickers immediately."

Mexico's current air force is considered to be at the level of a bully.

The Air Force has three bomber groups, the 75th, 76th, and 77th. Each group is divided into three squadrons, equipped with 7 B-1 bombers and 8 B-52 bombers, as well as some B24s and one F-111 fighter-bomber.

That's 70 in total, which is Mexico's current air force.

In addition, there are 8 air combat regiments, using F-15E, Warthog fighters, F14, etc., as well as the latest equipment F22 (not yet fully equipped).

There are probably less than 300 of them.

Compared with the 13000 aircraft of the US military, it is simply dwarfed.

There is no way. The military strength of the two sides is still too different, but isn’t it enough to fight the drug cartels?

Air Force Commander General Zoelph Sherman was busy writing it down in his notebook.

"Do we need to implement wartime controls, such as throwing all Israelis into prison?" Goebbels, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly spoke up.

"Drive out the Israelis, and throw those who don't want to go to jail." Victor said after a moment's hesitation. He was still afraid that the labor camps would cause pressure from international public opinion. After all, what the man with the mustache had done was too big.

"Hydra, the Mexican Information Bureau, the General Counterintelligence Bureau, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau are exchanging intelligence. Gentlemen, at this critical moment, don't let me see you dragging each other down again."

The bosses looked at each other and stood up in unison, "Yes!"

……

In the next few days, public opinion was driving the rising sentiment of Mexican nationalism. You could see some older people sitting and chatting on the streets, and they talked about the "Grande Massacre".

In the end, everyone will curse the Medellin drug cartel and Israel with gritted teeth.

Finally, they started talking about how to send troops, and even marked the locations of the troops on the map. They were simply civilian strategists.

"Extra, Extra, Medellin, Cali, and the "Contra" organization have declared war on Mexico, forming an anti-Victor alliance and will attack any Mexican foreign institutions."

"Foreign Minister Goebbels called them clowns who must be put to death without a burial place!"

"Our Western Theater Navy ships have departed from the San Benito Island Naval Base in California and are heading towards the waters of Columbia."

The newsboy shouted while holding the newspaper. The old men who were chatting were startled and hurriedly shouted, "Child, come here, come here."

“Give me one…”

"And me, give me one too!"

The newspapers prepared by the newsboy disappeared in an instant...

In the Pacific Ocean.

Rear Admiral Hans Georg von Friede, then commander of the Western Theater Navy, looked at the three Arleigh Burke-class destroyers flying the US military flag in the distance with a solemn expression.

The other party has announced on the radio...

The US military is conducting live-fire exercises here and the road is blocked.

"Why do you conduct the exercise now instead of earlier? Isn't this just preventing us from going to the Colombian waters? Humph!" the deputy hummed beside him.

The warships they brought were five Ticonderoga-class cruisers captured from the San Diego Naval Base, namely the Victor, Casare, Kennedy, Guadalupe, and Sonora.

"Pass my order, form a horizontal line and charge forward. I want to see if these Americans have the guts to gamble their lives with me."

Major General Hans Georg von Friede had a vicious look in his eyes. His order was to quickly reach the Colombian waters to provide firepower support to the follow-up troops and crack down on coastal drug traffickers.

The Mexican warships moved away upon hearing the order.

He waved his hand.

"Speed ​​up and sink the American ship!"

The General Electric LM2500 gas turbine hummed non-stop and crashed into the U.S. Arleigh Burke-class destroyer at a speed of 32 knots.

The US military is also very courageous.

When we saw the Mexican warships speeding up, we knew what they were going to do.

The commander also gritted his teeth and said, "Turn the rudder and attack!"

No one dares to fire the first shot, so let's use the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Arleigh Burke-class destroyer VS Ticonderoga-class cruiser!
"God bless!"

"Victor bless you!!"

The warriors' hymns burst out in the Pacific Ocean!

Major General Hans Georg von Friede held the handle and said, "Charge! Charge!"

His Victor was the flagship, and it rushed towards the leading destroyer, the Ted Stevens, getting closer and closer...

It's so exaggerated that you can even see the opponents in the control rooms of both sides.

Seeing that they were about to collide, the helmsman of the destroyer Ted Stevens finally couldn't bear it anymore. A destroyer colliding with a cruiser, with different tonnages, wasn't this just courting death?

He doesn't want to die yet!
A sharp turn in the direction...

"It's too close!!!" someone screamed.

Bang...

The hull shook and the two bows collided heavily.

Some naval soldiers who lost their balance were directly flown up and fell heavily on the ship, wailing continuously.

The Casare, which was following behind, saw the American destroyer USS Ted Stevens approaching it, and accelerated to ram it sideways. The destroyer's deck finally broke after being hit for the second time.

The Casare was not in a good situation either, as its missile launch area was also destroyed.

Major General Hans Georg von Friede grabbed his hat off, threw it on the ground, and pointed at the American troops behind him, "Keep hitting!"

"My ship has been ordered to ram and sink your ship!"

……

(End of this chapter)