Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 546: The world’s big stage, come if it’s chaotic enough!
Southern part of the Mediterranean. Port of Tartus!
Syria's second largest commercial and fishing port.

Later, Russia turned this place into a military base for its own interests.

but…

Now...

It has been contracted to Mexico.

The name is: "Fishing Port".

Victor has never (openly) interfered in his internal affairs, which is completely different from the Americans next door.

But if you say that the Mediterranean has rich fisheries, then I would be interested.

Just my fellow villagers...you are so young, and your hair is so short, and your fishing boats are so big.

The morning of January 1993, 1.

Sunny weather.

You can even see fish jumping out of the water.

The outskirts of the port of Tartus are all guarded by the military, and more than a dozen vehicles are parked neatly inside, with strict guards.

It is obviously the standard for the president's travel.

Isn’t the one walking in the front the lion of the Middle East - Hafez?
Although he looks thin and has a gentle smile, this guy is a tough guy.

In 1982, because of a rebellion in the capital, he mobilized the armored brigade and the capital brigade commanded by his brother to suppress it. However, after the suppression, his younger brother Rifaat became rebellious and demanded that his portrait be hung in the capital.

What is this?
Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone on the road!

Of course, those who supported Hafez would resist. Seeing that a civil war was about to break out, Hafez dragged his sick body out of the hospital, and with the support of his eldest son, he entered the enemy's camp and loudly rebuked them for rebellion!
His brother was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word and just acted like a cuckold.

After this incident, his brother was deported to Europe...

It can be seen that he is capable, but not ruthless enough to his own people. He is far from the Asian Sun. But it's true. After all, the two brothers there are not born of the same mother. The Sun's mother is a married woman who was forcibly taken away by the Second Sun. We will talk about this later.

And next to him was Mahmoud, Syria's second-in-command.

When I looked over, I saw that the other people around me were all high-ranking officials, the kind that were often seen in the news.

only…

What are they all doing here?
Fishing?
beep--

The sound of a flute interrupted the conversation.

Then I saw a subordinate standing next to Mahmoud pointing in the distance and saying, "Here they come."

When everyone looked over, they saw a giant ship appearing on the sea level, breaking through the waves, and next to it was a Ticonderoga-class cruiser flying the Mexican flag.

Just like a little kid.

The workers at the port called out to everyone and directed the large ship to approach the dock.

“So… big!”

Looking at the gigantic transport ship, some Syrians couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Even the Middle Eastern lion Hafez had some cautious and complicated emotions in his eyes.

They should be happy that their ally has a strong navy, but they are also afraid that the ally may be a wolf.

But as a qualified politician, he hid his emotions well, and instead asked a man next to him with a smile, "General Ferdinand Foch, what kind of ship is this? Is it also under the command of the Mexican military?"

"Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, there's no need to say it."

Ferdinand Foch's mustache is quite sexy. He is an expert professor at the former Mexican Army Command College in Mexico and holds the rank of colonel in the General Staff.

Recommended by General Horatio Herbert Kitchener as head of the advisory group to aid Syria.

It's also an academic one.

"This is a large cruise ship under the Navy's pre-positioned force. It's called the Alvarez. It's in memory of Captain Alvarez who died in the drug industry zone in Obregon City."

"This ship weighs 16 tons empty and can reach more than 50 tons when fully loaded. It belongs to the Navy's pre-positioned force, that is, a rapid reaction force, and can transport three regiments of equipment and personnel to the designated battlefield within ten days."

"There are only three in the entire navy, and one is used to transport weapons for you."

Ferdinand Foch introduced calmly.

Mahmoud, the second-in-command, stared, "Can you produce a transport ship that big?"

Building ships is different from building warships, but many countries can’t even build ships now…

The same is true in the Middle East, with Iran and Türkiye being the most powerful.

This is one of the reasons why Victor does not take the Israeli threat seriously.

You don't even have the ability to fly long distances, but your 200-plus medical staff still had to fly to Bogota and then to Medellin.

You come to North America to fight me?

Are you swimming over here?
Or do you fart with your mouth and then install a propeller to fly over?

The little bully of the Middle East is not a good name.

What I mean is that you are just a bully in the Middle East, do you understand?

If I had a son, I would want him to be like Sun Zhongmou. You think this is a good thing to say, but you are only worthy of being my son.

Ferdinand Foch raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't tell the truth. "I don't know much about it. I know nothing about industry."

In fact, he knew that this super-large transport ship was rented and provided by the Italian Fincantieri Group.

If the money is given, does it matter whether you take a stance or not?

Hafiz smiled, knowing that the other party was not telling the truth. As soon as the ship approached, he could not wait to say, "Let's go and see the good things our allies brought us."

After saying that, he took the lead.

Second in command Mahmoud, Crown Prince Basil and others hurriedly followed.

Once we boarded the "Alvarez", the absurdity of being a mayfly facing the world became even greater.

This place is more than 500 meters long and 300 meters wide, and is filled with densely packed large containers. Just looking at it can make some people feel uneasy.

A Mexican soldier with the rank of major ran over, saluted Ferdinand Foch, and handed him a folder with both hands.

"The goods are here, you can inspect them."

“一共是17架AH-64武装直升机，配备260发地狱火反坦克导弹，还有70辆火蜥蜴坦克、15辆RM70 122毫米火箭炮、10辆BTR-80装甲人员运输车…”

The major patiently repeated, "1300 million rounds of NATO standard bullets and 7 rounds of various artillery shells."

As he spoke, he motioned for the soldiers to open the nearest container.

Three or four people went up and pulled hard...

The door just opened...

crunch—

A strange smell came to my face, and there was also a hint of maintenance oil in the air.

A group of 17 AH-64 attack helicopters suddenly appeared in front of the Syrian top leaders.

It's still quite shocking.

This is the first time that standard US military equipment has appeared in Syria, oh, of course, on our side.

They mostly use Soviet weapons, and the Apache is mostly used by the US military and its followers.

I'm talking about you, bullfrog!
Hafiz couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and finally he couldn't help smiling, praising Victor for being trustworthy.

No fooling around with some old-fashioned weapons.

"Mexico has always respected the warriors who defend its homeland, and we are willing to do our best to help." Ferdinand Foch said with professional courtesy.

Hafiz took the trouble to look at two or three large containers. The bullets and shells they contained were obviously fresh off the production line. They were bright yellow and had the production date on them.

"Can you give us more rocket launchers in the third batch?" The eldest son Basil asked.

"I can pass this message to Mexico City. The specific information will be decided by the top management."

Basil glanced at his father and took Ferdinand Foch's hand affectionately, "We can discuss the price of resource imports."

"We can even offer tax exemptions and tax reductions on other products, which makes it easier to negotiate prices."

Although Syria is in the midst of war, a country that can exist for a long time must have its strengths.

Their Damascus silk and Syrian spices are world-famous, but because of their relationship with Israel, they are sanctioned by the United States.

And similarly…

Mexico was also sanctioned and its tariffs were raised, which, to be honest, made things very uncomfortable for the grassroots in both countries.

The Mexican think tank came up with an idea: if you don’t play with me, then I will set up a small business circle of my own.

After they gained the pricing power for Syria's goods, they exported all of them to China. There is no doubt about the internal consumption capacity of the University of East Asia after 1990.

It's growing explosively!

Of course there are poor people, but there are also many rich people. A piece of Damascus silk is shipped to Mexico for labeling and then sent to China, and can be sold for 7000 to 11000 RMB!

The exchange rate in 1992 was about 1:6, which means it was close to 1000 US dollars.

You can’t sell that much in Syria, right?

They can easily eat everything produced in Syria and Mexico.

And what should be imported from Todai?

Small commodities and various food products are directly paid for in U.S. dollars in Mexico, so of course we will not refuse if Dongda wants to increase its foreign exchange holdings.

Therefore, many large cargo ships enter the ports along the Mexican coast every day, and you can even see a lot of Shaxian snacks, Jiangxi stir-fried dishes, etc.

There is still a lot of profit to be made in Mexico as a middleman.

Victor is not simply a fool, of course, he is just taking advantage of the 90s trend of "outsiders are better at chanting sutras" to make a quick buck.

After 08, when China's national strength had completely taken off and everyone could see the outside world, they were no longer as curious about imported products.

When Ferdinand Foch heard Basil talk about foreign trade issues, a smile slowly appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, the alarm at the port suddenly sounded!

Woohoo——

"Two Israeli Air Force fighter jets spotted 20 kilometers away!"

"Unload, unload..." a senior Syrian official shouted with a pale face.

"It's too late. The warships should enter combat mode, turn on the air defense, and disperse the planes. If they refuse to leave, shoot them down on the spot!" Ferdinand Foch pushed away the Syrian official who was still grumbling and immediately gave the order.

"Yes!"

The Ticonderoga-class cruiser is the world's first Aegis large air defense ship equipped with AN/SPY-1A passive phased array radar + 122-unit MK-41 vertical launch system (VLS).

The purpose of sending them as escort was to prevent the transport ships from being bombed.

No matter how big your transport ship is, it is just big, like a moving target.

The "Sea Giant" built by Japan's Sumitomo Heavy Industries has a full load of 89 tons, which is 7 times heavier than the heaviest Ford-class aircraft carrier.

and then…

In 1989, he was sent to meet the King of Hell by two missiles from Iraq.

So, no matter how powerful a transport ship is, it is just a transport ship.

The bodyguards protected the Syrian senior officials and they quickly hid in the basement.

The warships, which were already in a state of combat readiness, quickly entered into battle.

"This is the Mexican Navy, we are on a mission, please leave quickly, leave quickly!"

I shouted to Israel via the radio twice, but there was no response.

"beat!"

Ferdinand Foch was decisive.

The radar soldier quickly reported the location.

Then I saw the launch tower on the cruiser begin to move.

The Ticonderoga-class cruiser is equipped with 128 vertical launch systems, each launch unit can be loaded with 70 air defense missiles, so a total of 160 air defense missiles can be loaded.

The ship-to-air missiles used are still the "Standard" II type.

cough cough...

Independent research and development, independently developed.

But there are only two fighter jets coming, you certainly can't fire hundreds of rounds at once.

It’s free.

The cost of the Standard Missile-2 in the US military is 200 million US dollars...

It must be kickbacks.

If Mexico produces its own products, the cost can be reduced by about 15% to 30%.

In the military industry, the Americans say whatever they want, and there is no transparency at all.

"locking!"

"Beep, beep—" a sound came from the radar.

"Three, two, one, fire!"

These weapons are very hawkish, these slogans are very rabbitish, the Mexican army... cannot be explained clearly.

With the launch button pressed.

The three cruisers fired a total of 3 Standard Missiles.

shhhhh--

The tail wing was still smoking.

Rushing towards the two F15 fighter jets flying towards them.

The pilot at the front dodged gracefully, but before he could be happy, his eyes suddenly widened.

boom--

It was ejected directly.

My body was rapidly descending and I quickly opened my parachute, then I heard an explosion overhead.

The plane behind was also hit and fell into the sea while burning.

The parachuting pilot looked quite old, with bald hair. He looked at the deserted sea around him, swallowed, pinched his nose, and fell down.

The sea water submerged him in an instant, and the huge parachute covered his entire body.

It’s over…!
If he can't flip over, he will die. The parachute will be extremely heavy after being soaked in water.

Just as he was about to roll his eyes, the parachute covering him was torn apart by a huge force. He vaguely heard a sound, and then he was dragged onto the boat. Two Syrian soldiers kicked him hard in the stomach, and the Israeli pilot vomited a mouthful of water.

"Why is this pilot so old? He seems to be quite old and looks so familiar. I feel like I have seen him somewhere before."

"who cares."

A slap came over and he grabbed his collar, "What's your name!"

The Israeli soldier who spit out the water said nothing and just pretended to be dead.

The speedboat pulled the other party back to the port of Tartus.

He dragged the other person up like a dead dog.

The soldiers around him pointed and talked, making him lower his head in shame and start to act like a coward.

When Hafez heard that some Israeli soldiers were captured alive, he came to watch excitedly.

In the confrontation between the two sides, it is rare to capture a pilot alive.

"Lift his head," Hafiz said.

The soldier next to him stepped forward and kicked the man in the chest, then used force to pry his head open.

The other party was still trying hard to be stiff.

"what?!"

Hafiz suddenly felt that the other person was becoming more and more familiar. He frowned, thought carefully, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Benjamin Netanyahu!!!"

Before he could even open his mouth, Mahmoud, the second-in-command next to him who was known for his calmness, suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.

Prince Basil covered his ears, feeling the pain, and glanced at the other party, grimacing.

But then he suddenly looked at the captured soldiers.

What?
What! What! What!!

Benjamin Netanyahu!!!
Everyone gasped.

This is the top candidate for the leadership of the Likud Group.

Holy crap.

He was caught?

When the pilot heard everyone calling out his name, he felt a chill in his heart and his eyes twitched slightly.

"You want to die or live!" Hafiz shouted.

Benjamin Netanyahu opened his mouth. He wanted to die for his country, but...

When he thought about his current life, he felt reluctant to leave.

Not everyone is willing to give up a good life and face death calmly.

At least Benjamin Netanyahu is not that kind of person.

"Do you want to die?" he asked again in a stern voice.

"Want to live."

Benjamin Netanyahu murmured.

"Why do you fly a fighter jet yourself? I'm very curious about this." Ferdinand Foch said with interest.

This is the seed of the Likud Group, the one who will be the one in charge in the future, but now he has been captured alive.

Hahaha…

"It must be for votes. The old guy has flown fighter jets over Syria more than once, and he often shows off about it on TV." Basil snorted nearby.

This is truly a political show that brought about its own destruction.

"Leave this man to us, sir. In our hands, you can squeeze out more good things." Ferdinand Foch said with a smile.

Hafiz frowned. He also needed military achievements to improve his reputation at home, especially since the "MSL Brotherhood" was dissatisfied with him.

But the relationship between the two parties is very important, so he hesitated and said, "I need to borrow it for a week first, and then I will pass it on to you."

"no problem."

Ferdinand Foch smiled and nodded, he was also very satisfied.

If he can capture an important senior official alive, this military achievement might be enough to earn him stars!
You are happy, I am happy, and we all have a bright future.

The excited Syrian officials announced on the same day that they had shot down two Israeli F2 fighter jets and captured a candidate from the Likud Group.

This piece of news was like a huge bomb in the Middle East, and it immediately gave a shot in the arm to the already half-dead Arab world.

???

Xiao Xu, are you so awesome now?
Things started to get weird again under this powder keg, and many bystander countries smelled something was wrong.

Israel is ridiculous.

Its official statement was: This did not happen, it was all the Syrians’ imagination and completely false.

Half an hour later.

The National Freedom Union newspaper, owned by the Likud party, confirmed the authenticity of the incident.

So funny.

...

Streets of Mexico City.

Since the mobilization order was announced on the 8th...

Of course the public supports it, and blood donation vehicles can be seen parked in every street and alley.

After collecting blood, you can also get 100 pesos and a plastic figurine in the image of Victor.

Ok…

At first glance, it is the style of a small commodity market.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

At a blood donation site, an elderly man was shouting loudly, his family members behind him were covering his eyes, and everyone around him was smiling kindly.

"Okay, sir." When the nurse saw that the blood pressure had reached 300cc, she smiled and removed the tube for him.

"Ouch, it hurts." The old man's hands were shaking. When he walked out with the help of his family members, a reporter approached him.

"Hello, can I interview you?" A reporter came over.

"reporter?"

"Yes, reporter."

"What station?"

“National Channel.”

The old man immediately pushed his son away, straightened his clothes, and said with a serious and solemn expression, "Excuse me."

"Did you come here to donate blood on your own initiative? If a war breaks out next, would you be worried?"

"How can such a thing be false?" He said as he took out his blood donation certificate and snorted, "Why worry? I have great confidence in General Victor!"

"We came from old Mexico. We have seen brutal drug dealers and greedy bureaucrats. Who cares if we live or die? Only when General Victor came, things changed. We can live with dignity."

"If the Americans come, please give me a gun. I'm only 63 years old and I can go to the battlefield."

"We will never allow the imperialists to set foot on the soil that belongs to our people."

"it is good!"

The people queuing next to him clapped loudly, some couldn't help but cheer, and the old man was smiling proudly at everyone around him.

"Now there are some people in the country who are against the war..." Just then a reporter nearby interrupted.

The old man took one look and was like, oh no, it’s a local TV station, not very high quality.

"Oppose? They are just cowards who are afraid of death. Do they think that if they kneel down to the Americans, they will be spared? Impossible!"

"The more we beg for mercy, the more excited they become. This is a class struggle and a war of ideas. They are here to destroy us. I oppose it. I oppose TMDB..."

"puff…"

In the National Palace.

Casare was watching the live broadcast in his office. He just drank some water and spit it out in one breath.

This...is not muted.

Live broadcast, really exciting.

"Come and mop my carpet later." Victor said, tapping the table beside him.

"hey-hey…"

Casare laughed awkwardly, "Boss, the people's hearts can be used. I think some media are just looking for trouble..."

"Then we should control and guide them well. The media is our mouthpiece. Any media that does not align with us will not be allowed to continue."

Victor: That's decisive.

Excessive promotion of freedom of speech is not real freedom.

It’s the same old saying, you can trust the power of the people, but you cannot trust the wisdom of the people.

Many people can easily be led astray by some distorted facts.

"I agree, but the Americans are silent right now. I feel like they are planning something big."

"We should remain unchanged in the face of change. When he makes a move, we will make our own move."

Casare nodded. "As long as the Golan Heights army moves, Israel may not be able to hold on. At that time, the United States will be distracted and have to go to the rescue. At that time, the pressure on them will be even greater."

The United States is setting up a new battlefield for Victor, and isn't Victor the same?

"Did they say when they would start?"

"In early April, our people helped contact the Lebanese and Palestinian parts and will launch a joint attack."

“Do you think the Mossad knew?”

Casare's face froze and he frowned, "I know."

"Tell Hafiz that the plan can be changed at any time. There is no need to inform others. When the war starts, they can follow up if needed."

Mossad has infiltrated various countries in the Middle East a long time ago. Don't underestimate them. They just suffered a loss in Mexico. In the Middle East, the Mexican intelligence agency may not be able to outperform others.

Victor thought for a moment, "Didn't we capture a high-ranking official? That person is not a simple person, and his family has great influence in Israel. Send him here safely. We need him."

"Don't die on the road."

"Mossad is ruthless to others, but he will not be soft-hearted to his own people."

Victor narrowed his eyes and looked very cunning.

He plans to put him on a live broadcast and make him admit the carnage Israel has caused in the Middle East.

and their connivance with drug dealers.

Will it have a big impact?

After all, you yourself are crying bitterly, so shouldn’t you repent?

The North American sun is willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself.

I support the side of justice!

I was a little moved by myself.

Victor was in a good mood and drank a sip of tea. "I contacted you about the expanded meeting of the People's Union. How is the contact going?"

When it comes to this, Casare's face becomes a little embarrassed.

"Not going well at work?"

"We have received many calls, but they are all fence-sitters. No one has explicitly stated that they will come. Even France is a little vague, and Italy and the UK have directly refused. But let us not be led astray."

France??
Du Nima is stationed in Haiti, and you still haven't made up your mind?
Fuck you, you're not going to surrender again, are you?

"I know how capable Britain is. They have always been so arrogant. What about Italy? They dare to do this. I think maybe the Americans gave them some guarantees." Casare said, sniffing his nose.

"Europeans are still the same old people and can't be trusted," Victor said as if he was used to it.

Eat shit today, fart tomorrow...

When the UK left the EU, 80% of people searched on search engines: What does Brexit mean?

...

You can imagine what kind of morals Europeans have.

The target of the Victory League has always been the poor people in the third world. It would be best if Europeans could come, but it doesn't matter if they don't.

But his expression was solemn. “I’m afraid that Europe will support the Medellin Group.”

"No...no way!" Casare was stunned by this assumption.

"Of course, we don't have any actual intelligence yet, but didn't we find out that Ochoa from Medellin appeared in Italy? And he met with the Mafia?"

Fatty Ka also stood up straight.

When he knew the other party would appear, Casare ordered the assassination, but the Mafia's protection was too strict.

The mafia, which has been entrenched for hundreds of years, still has its abilities.

When Mexico, who proposed the "annexation of the Aegean Sea", went to Sicily, the Mafia did not give him face. He originally wanted to find tens of thousands of people to listen to his speech, but who would have known that they found tens of thousands of beggars instead.

Yep…

I don’t know where so many beggars come from.

Then someone below shouted, "Sir, we want to eat."

Mo Ge was so angry that he shouted "Baga" on the spot.

The whole world knows how powerful the Mexican Intelligence Agency's assassinations are, so they will naturally find ways to prevent them.

With prevention, it is not easy.

"We need to intensify our efforts..." Victor was about to continue giving orders when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Jingle bell bell~
"Hey."

"Sir, the Indians of Chiapas have rebelled!"

……

(End of this chapter)