Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 544 Justice vs. Self-claimed Justice! (Monthly Ticket Request!!!)

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

The intensive care floor at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

There were constant and intense coughing sounds, followed by breathing like a fan...

It was like the sea surface with the wind leaking out, and the sound sounded very uncomfortable.

Carter also closed his eyes tiredly, as if he was asleep, and his breathing was a little disordered.

Rosaline sat beside the bed, looking at the skinny Carter, wiping away her tears.

She held a checklist tightly in her hand, on which it was clearly written:

Mid-stage gastric cancer!

Although the doctor said that if I rest well and receive active treatment, my life will be safe.

But this is cancer after all. How can Rosalin not be panicked?
"Crunch"
The door of the ward was pushed open, and Chief of Staff Everett walked in with a worried look on his face, "How is Mr. sir?"

Rosalin didn't know that this guy had betrayed Carter. Looking at his expression, she thought he was really worried, and she couldn't help but feel touched.

"The doctor said there is no danger to life, but he needs to rest now."

Everett breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he's not dead.

If you die, it won’t be easy to find someone to stamp your death.

Carter is a gentleman and a good person, so he is easy to bully.

"That's fine, let the gentleman have a good rest."

Rosalin hesitated and asked softly, "What is the current situation?"

Everett raised his eyebrows, not knowing why he asked that, and lied, smiling, "It's no big deal, Bramo won't live for many days."

That's not honest.

Although Bramo was trapped in Rockford, the 173rd Infantry Regiment of the U.S. Army was now caught in a "people's war."

They were deliberately let in to fight a street fight, and suddenly someone appeared from the window and opened fire.

In three days, 32 people were killed and 177 were missing.

As for why he disappeared?
Since the body has not been found, there is no need to give compensation.

The Americans have very strict criteria for identifying fallen soldiers. Soldiers must die on the battlefield and their faces must be clear in order to be clearly identified.

If a soldier dies during rescue or post-battle medical treatment, it is usually not classified as killed in action, so his family cannot receive pension benefits.

So sometimes you can often see the word "missing" in Indian military accident reports.

In fact, he is fucking dead.

Leaders at all levels want to take control.

Just like the end of the dynasty.

Mrs. Smith needs your money for gold, you bastard.

Rosalyn glanced at Carter and said sadly, "Jimmy's illness is very serious. I hope he will step down..."

"no!"

Before she could finish her words, she heard Everett beside her shout sharply.

She was startled, turned her head, and saw that the other person had a gloomy expression. He was a black man, and his expression was unfriendly, so he looked like...

Beast!

Rosalyn was startled.

When I met him before, his smile wasn't flattering, but it was still very polite.

Why does it look so... scary now?!

If you, Carter, quit, what will happen to me as the White House Chief of Staff?
Damn, I haven't added a few zeros to my bank account yet.

If you don't do it, how can I make money?

Everett is treating it as a cash cow.

Does it look like the eunuchs in the late Tang Dynasty who controlled the palace and used the emperor to gain their own benefits?

America’s elites also have their own little thoughts.

Everett, whose true nature was exposed, was too lazy to play along with Rosaline. He stood up straight with a blank expression on his face. "America can't do without him. Just ask him to take good care of his health."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a "bang".

The door was closed very tightly. The doctors and nurses outside carefully stuck their heads out and then quickly retracted them.

Everett didn't even look at Carter on the bed.

Extremely cold-blooded.

Rosalind was very smart and could immediately see the situation from the other party's attitude.

Carter…

It's just a dispensable chess piece.

But when she thought of how her husband had worked hard for the country, she was overwhelmed with grief and began to cry on Carter's body.

Extremely disappointed with this country!

"Rosaline..." A weak voice suddenly sounded.

The old woman suddenly raised her head, wiped her tears, her eyes red, and hurriedly grabbed Carter's hand, "I'm here."

The disease came like a mountain falling on him. In just two days, Carter's entire spirit and energy collapsed.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water!"

His lips trembled slightly, and he pulled Rosalin, "Just now Everett came in... cough cough cough, and I woke up."

"The United States should not stay..."

"Run, leave the country!"

After saying a few more words in one breath, his breathing became rapid and his chest was heaving, "Take the children and leave...leave..."

Rosalin quickly touched his chest with a sad look on her face.

"I shouldn't have listened to those politicians' lies. I shouldn't have coveted the presidency again. I shouldn't have!!" Carter shouted with his eyes blurred.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Rosalin screamed, feeling something was wrong.

"Go to Mexico, go to Mexico and you can still survive!" Carter said with force, and then fainted.

A group of doctors heard the noise and ran in, pushing Carter into the emergency room.

Rosalyn sat in a chair outside the ICU, her hands folded in prayer.

In the silent corridor, the only sound was her prayers.

It looks a little pitiful.

If Roosevelt had not led the United States to victory in World War II, the United States would have gained a lot of wealth and influence from the war.

You may even die miserably.

Rockford!

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of gunfire could be heard everywhere on the streets.

Everywhere you look, you can see fully armed U.S. troops exchanging fire with Rockford residents.

At a corner, a knocked-down sign on the ground read: "Merkel Avenue."

Two American soldiers leaned against the corner and observed the surroundings...

Following behind him are three or four news media, almost all of which are pro-American.

Snapped--

The American soldiers running in the front suddenly heard a noise behind them, followed by a series of loud chattering sounds...

He turned his head and saw an Indian reporter with red shorts on his head hiding at the back like a monkey, shouting "Wow wow wow" at the camera.

The voices of colleagues nearby were drowned out, and they all looked used to it.

Asan Asan, third in the world.

American sir, I am a punk.

You're really like a monkey jumping around on the battlefield. If you have the temper, just move forward. Why are you hiding at the back?

The American soldier also looked unhappy and pressed his hands hard at him, asking him to lower his voice.

But Indians...

Still minding his own business.

How shameless can a nation be when people who urinate and defecate in public be called racist?
Still yelling.

I really want to shoot him dead.

Buzz buzz—

Suddenly, the American soldier's ears moved. He heard a very small sound. He was shocked and his face became solemn. He turned his head slightly and saw an UFO about the size of a palm flying towards him rapidly.

Not fast, but not slow either!
It was a small plane...

There are four propellers around it, which looks very technological. When the US troops were discovered, the other side seemed to be able to see them and turned and rushed to the corner.

"Get out of the way!!"

The American soldier pushed away a reporter behind him, then threw himself to the side with his head in his hands.

The small drone exploded in mid-air with a "bang", and the more than 300 marbles hidden inside flew around like hidden weapons...

The Indian third brother was unlucky. His head was pierced by more than a dozen steel balls. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, looking deader than dead.

The others were not feeling well either. Those who didn’t die immediately were wailing on the ground. One of the two American soldiers died on the spot. His neck was pierced by the steel ball and half of the flesh was gone…

Another American soldier fell to the ground quickly, and was shot in the buttocks, but he looked in good spirits. He pressed the communication device on his shoulder, "Requesting support! Requesting support!"

And in a room three hundred meters away from the explosion point.

The bearded Antilochus Davidson held a controller with a small screen on it.

He looked at Bram Rumsfeld, who was shocked, and smiled with a big gap between his front teeth. "How is it, sir? Do you feel it is very powerful?"

Bramo's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded vigorously.

"This is a small combat drone jointly developed by our Informationized Combat Forces Research Institute and the National Defense University of Mexico. Its radiation energy can reach about 350 meters, making it very suitable for reconnaissance, blasting, and attack missions in street fighting."

"You saw it just now, right? That's our FVP1 drone, with 300 marbles inside. There's also the FVP2, which we plan to put some hydrogen sulfide or vinyl chloride in. It's highly toxic after the explosion, and can quickly eliminate enemies in enclosed spaces like houses."

Antilochus Davidson introduced it very proudly, not noticing that Bramo's face became a little stiff.

Some consultants who were sent to help him also looked unhappy and embarrassed.

The military guys
It’s so dirty.

Just like the butterfly thunder, it specifically targets people's lower third road.

You want to turn brothers into sisters, right?

This method is simply inhumane.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bramo. We have provided you with 300 drones. The informationized combat force has also specially dispatched a 6-member operation team to assist you. Don't worry."

In fact, Rockford is used as a test field.

There is no high technology involved in small drones, but whether they can adapt to the battlefield environment is very important.

An electric pulse weapon basically paralyzes it.

But at this time, there are very few people who can master this technology!
After the United States discovered the electromagnetic pulse, it demanded that the whole world not be allowed to use the clock as a weapon. However, in the Gulf War in 1991, the U.S. military successfully paralyzed Iraq's air defense system by using Tomahawk cruise missiles carrying electromagnetic pulse warheads.

Bram Rumsfeld's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he asked nervously, "Will the US military master this technology?"

"Are you afraid that the United States will also produce it?"

Bramo nodded. Given the current American industrial system, if the technology was known, it could be produced quickly.

There are a lot of industrial workers in the United States, and there are more than hundreds of thousands of unemployed people in the auto industry around Detroit.

"Of course it's possible, but I don't think the US military will mass-produce it..."

Antilochus Davidson spread his hands. "It's too cheap."

He picked up the FVP1 drone in the box next to him and said, "The cost of a drone like this is only about 400 US dollars. It does not require any after-sales insurance or service. It only costs that much from birth to destruction. Do you think the US military will produce it with great fanfare?"

"The three hundred we sponsored are not even enough to cover the price of one Stinger..."

Bramo thought about it and realized that it was true.

It's not that a few large military industries can't do it, but they look down on it. Even if you are a black industry, if you sell a plane for tens of thousands of dollars, you can't make as much as maintaining weapons for the US military.

The most important thing is, who would buy it for tens of thousands of dollars? Even though the military is in cahoots with you and is trying to defraud money, your behavior is too ugly and there will definitely be opinions within Congress.

As for other small companies that can also produce it, wait until they get it done...

Maybe the war is over.

"I will be here as a technical consultant for the next half month. If you need anything, please let me know. I will do my best to help you, sir."

"I wonder if Victor will provide any other help?" he asked nervously.

Antilochus Davidson smiled politely and said, "You need to ask your consultant. We are in charge of different sectors."

“Ahem…” The chief of staff standing nearby stepped forward and said, “Please rest assured, we will do our best to help you. The Führer is your relative, and he will definitely help you.”

These words calmed Bramo's nervous heart a little.

He is just like this, hesitant. He acted so righteous on TV before, but after stepping down, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

Will I be assassinated by the US military?

Am I committing treason?
Will Ramsfield be destroyed? And so on. Anyway, we always think ahead and behind when doing anything.

Its essence...

The American elite.

If it weren't for the threat to his life and his desire for power, would he have caused trouble?

Will the Ramsfield family cause trouble?

So there is no need to think that he and Victor are the same kind of people, he just wants the latter to help him.

But no one could have imagined that the situation would become so chaotic. "Sir, you haven't had a rest for a few days. Go and have some rest first." The chief of staff said softly.

Once reminded, Bramo felt tired and nodded and left.

Antilochus Davidson and his chief of staff were the only two people left in the room.

The two people seemed to look familiar.

Antilochus pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him, asking, "How is he?"

"He still has capitalist blood flowing in his bones, and he's weak, but I think in a few months, he'll even surrender to the U.S. military." There was no respect for him in the chief of staff's tone.

That's a bit impolite.

No... manners at all.

Antilochus' hands trembled. "No way! He has been accused of treason!"

He couldn't believe it.

"What's wrong with treason? If the elite is willing to accept him again, even if he is a beast, the Americans will say he is a human variant."

This is also true. The United States has a very low moral bottom line.

Only cooperation, making money, cooperation, making money...

As long as the Cockscomb Heads of later generations are willing to surrender and not get entangled with the Rednecks below, you will see if anyone will be willing to accept them.

Of course, it is possible that I will die even faster. Who knows what will happen in the future?

"Anyway, we never intended to rely on him to disrupt the United States."

Antilochus rubbed his cigarette and said in a bad tone, "If he dares to mess around, kill him!"

He is just playing a leading role. The Black Panther Party and Latin American guerrillas are also frequently taking action in the United States.

Many people responded to the

……

"Okay!" The chief of staff nodded and took two deep puffs of his cigarette.

The chief of staff threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said goodbye. However, when he reached the door, Antilochus called him and said, "Live well. The jacaranda trees in your hometown are about to bloom."

After a moment of silence, the other party said softly, "Okay."

Antilochus smiled and looked into the distance.

He still remembered what the commander, Helmut Moltke, had said when he had been sent here.

"I know what we are doing, we are subverting a country, but we have to do it because we don't want a greedy tiger nestling next to Mexico."

"If the United States continues to grow stronger, they will continue to suck our blood, and the war on drugs that we won with hundreds of thousands of casualties will be in vain. As long as our generation has endured all the hardships that we should have, then in the future, our children and grandchildren will no longer be threatened by crime and poverty."

Antilocos murmured the words he had said when he joined the Mexican Workers' Party, "I am willing to fight for my country and my people all my life!"

What is this called?
This is called a program of action, also called faith. For Antilochus, protecting Mexico is his mission.

When we were selecting people to serve as military police in El Salvador, many grassroots officers and soldiers in the army were envious...

In addition to being able to bring honor to their ancestors, the biggest reason is that their faith brings them joy in hearing about war.

Especially for drug dealers.

After all, I've been caught in the rain and I want to hold an umbrella for others.

"Captain, Captain, we have discovered the enemy's 163rd Regiment headquarters!"

Just as Antilochus was lost in thought, a subordinate ran in from the door and said in surprise.

“Where, where!”

Antilochus' eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and followed his subordinates to the next door.

It's like a cat seeing a mouse.

...

Wuwuwu——

A sharp alarm sounded over Medellin, piercing, panicky and terrifying!
People on the street ran anxiously to the open space. When they heard the sound, they knew...

The Mexican planes are coming again!

Sure enough, seven F7s rushed out of the clouds, and 15 GM-14 "Maverick" air-to-ground missiles bombarded a hospital with the Israeli flag.

! ! ! !
Boom boom boom—

The shock wave of the explosion instantly destroyed the load-bearing wall. As the people in the distance watched in horror...

The top seven floors collapsed with a loud bang!
A cloud of thick ash was splashed.

The F15 flew around proudly above the aircraft, then left a dashing tail behind.

The order they received was to bomb the hospital supported by the Israeli Red Cross.

There are wounded soldiers from Medellin and the anti-Mexican camp inside.

In mid-December 1993, when the world's attention was still on the United States, Israel suddenly announced that it would send a care organization to Medellin to help the local people.

Mexico was also very tough. Defense Secretary Kennedy announced to reporters, "As long as Israel sends people into Medellin, it is aiding drug traffickers and they will be eliminated."

Does Israel still have any face left at this time?

Everyone is looking at me, do you want me to take back what I said?
They dispatched a 200-member medical team, 30 of whom were intelligence officers...

then…

Yes, it was blown up today.

I'm coming for you.

After the F15 flew away, the Medellin drug cartel's air force finally took off...

"Hurry, hurry and save them! Hurry and save them..."

Residents of Medellín who had relatives in the hospital screamed and ran toward the ruins.

Looking at the hospital still filled with smoke, some people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly...

Many people have resentment in their eyes...

Damn Victor!

Why help that corrupt government?

For them, following Pablo meant they could have food to eat, so Pablo was right.

For Victor, if you help drug dealers, then you are drug dealers, and it is right for me to kill you.

so?
Who is justice after all?
Being alive is justice!
“There’s someone, there’s someone…” A ragged young man saw a dark hand deep in the ruins, with the skin burnt and cracked. He ran over and grabbed the hand, shouting, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll get you out…”

He pulled hard, but his body felt lighter and he fell backwards without any force, sitting on the ground. His eyes widened suddenly, his whole body trembling, and he saw that it was a hand with some flesh on it.

A smell of blood rushed into his nose. He threw away the remaining limbs, lay on the ground and retched, but there was not much food in his stomach, so he could only retch.

There were shouts everywhere on the ruins, which made people feel depressed.

And what about Pablo at this time?

Hiding in a sewer like a stray dog.

Really. Sewer.

The only difference is that his modified house has rooms, warehouses, generators, and even the quilts are velvet, and there are two dogs.

Everything you need is available.

Rich people are so free and easy when fleeing.

He didn't dare sleep there, for fear that he would be killed by the explosion when he woke up.

They can only hide in the sewers built before this.

I thought there were so many kinds of...

Drug dealers are drug dealers after all, and they will be numb when they meet regular troops.

He claims to have more than 100,000 people under his command, and it is true that he has that many people. When many people heard this, they said, "Wow, that's so awesome."

In fact, they are just a mob, a group of stray dogs, and a group of ants. They are very powerful when bullying some Colombian troops of the same level.

But when faced with the Mexican army that had air superiority, they could only be helpless and furious.

Either die or escape.

The difference in equipment reflects the combat effectiveness...

Just like in ancient times, it was not impossible for ten fully armored elite soldiers to chase and attack hundreds of people.

Rather than saying that Mexico's war on drugs is a fight against scoundrels like Medellin, it is more accurate to say that it is a fight against vested interest groups that profit from drugs.

This includes Israel, the United States, etc.

It's like a frog. Without the Eagle Sauce, what is it? Relying on the sanitary napkins and Tai Chi Tiger next door?

It's a beast, it has no place at the table.

Is there anyone who compares Pablo’s “Guards” to the Palestinian resistance?

"... "

In the same situation, believe it or not, the opponent can beat the shit out of him.

That's quite shameful.

Ochoa trotted over with rapid breathing, and had to bend over. Although the sewer had been modified, it couldn't be straightened up.

"Let's go, the plane has left."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he saw Pablo, who was sitting on the chair, raise his head with a murderous look in his eyes.

After a while, Pablo opened his mouth slowly. His throat was very dry and his voice sounded particularly hard.

"I feel so frustrated now!"

Ochoa sighed inwardly, Pablo was arrogant.

He has killed people, made a fortune, and run for president. He was so proud and excited along the way.

The Medellin Group has a market share of 85% in the leaf market.

It's people like this who must be angry when being beaten by Mexican planes.

"Boss..."

"We have to change our strategy. Without air superiority we will be a target," said Pablo.

"The most important thing is that the quality of our soldiers is too poor. We can't go on like this. I'm going to recruit a new group of people from Medellin. They must have relatives who died in the bombing. Blood feuds are their motivation to move forward. In addition, we have to build good relations with Europe and the United States. It was my fault before. We need more friends."

Ochoa looked at Pablo in horror.

? ?
The boss’s mental illness is getting worse?

He actually found fault with himself!
"I know what you're thinking, Ochoa, my brother."

Pablo shook his head. “Pride is a slow poison. I thought I was invincible, but now I know that I am nothing but a pathetic creature.”

My spirit has been crushed.

My daughter is dead.

The successive bombings destroyed his ancestral graves, his father's body, and more than 30 of his relatives have died so far...

Mexico has not yet sent out its army.

We used to laugh at our Mexican counterparts for being too weak, but now it seems amazing that they have been able to hold out for so long.

"Boss, it's not too late now." Ochoa said softly, "When we were in the most difficult times, we were tied up and wanted to sink into the sea, but we still made it through, didn't we?"

"At worst, I can start over again."

That's easy to say...

Pablo was silent for a moment, then nodded. "The United States is currently preoccupied with its own internal turmoil, but there are people in Europe and America who want Colombia. Let's go find them!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"The British," Pablo said. "I can help them infiltrate Colombia and establish a pro-British government. They will be tempted."

“Tell them that once the United States comes to its senses and Mexico invades, they will have no chance.”

After hearing what he said, Ochoa understood instantly.

Isn’t this plan essentially the same as the “formation of an alliance” to eliminate drug traffickers proposed by Mexico a few days ago?
Bring European troops into Latin America!

This will cause chaos in the world and allow us to take advantage of the situation.

But one is to attack the United States and the other is to attack Mexico.

By then, the two groups will find helpers to fight a big battle in Latin America?
It’s exciting just thinking about it.

Justice VS self-proclaimed justice? !
Whoever wins will be the Latin American orthodoxy...

Ochoa believed that the relationship between Europe and Mexico was very bad, and that Colombian drug dealers were more "gentle" in comparison. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go. Let me go to Europe."

"I can only trust you now. There is no need to go to France. Haiti has been given to them. The French have surrendered to Mexico. Go to Britain and Italy."

"Find our connections in the Mafia and ask them to help pull the strings. We must bring Italy into our camp."

A little knowledge -

The Allies didn't have the Mafia, and they didn't even get into Italy that fast! ! ! ! (Shock!)
In fact, it was Mexico's crackdown on organized crime that arrested 1925 people between 1929 and 1.1, and the number of murders in Sicily dropped from nearly 700 to 300.

The Sicilian Mafia had no choice but to flee to the United States.

Later, when the Allied forces landed in 1943, the US government used its connections with the American Mafia to contact people in Sicily, their hometown.

Let them help with the landing, and after counterattacking into Italy, the Mafia took over the local management.

From then on, the Mafia was cleansed and transformed from a local organization into an empire that controlled the Italian economy.

You may not know who the President of Italy is, but you must know that you should not offend the Mafia in Italy.

Relying on their "sweet words", Colombian drug traffickers will definitely be able to get in touch with the powerful.

Ochoa nodded firmly.

"I'll do my best, Boss!"

“For the future of Medellín!”

…………

(End of this chapter)