Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 555 "Evil Dragon Plan!!"

Rockford, Illinois.

Steel beams stabbed into the bloody sky like broken spines, and concrete fragments condensed into black tears in the embers.

The rebels walked across the rolled asphalt road, and dandelion fluff emerging from the cracks in the asphalt was swallowing bullet casings.

On the cement wall of the century-old textile factory in the city, there is half a piece of children's graffiti. The chalk-drawn sun is pierced by bullet holes, and the edges of the sunflower petals are curled up with burnt brown wrinkles.

The bronze pendulum of the great bell tower hung at three-seventeen, and spiders spun silver webs across the cracked face of the Virgin Mary.

The crowd carried the body and called out to acquaintances, but when no one responded—

His eyes were filled with sadness and his lips were trembling slightly.

It took nearly four months!
The whole city had been destroyed long ago.

Bram Rumsfeld was disheveled, smoking a cigarette, sitting on the fallen rubble, with a rifle on his back. His whole temperament was completely different.

There was deep fatigue in his eyes.

I’m thankful that I’m still alive after being besieged by the US military for so long.

Ding Ding Ding-

When Bramo heard the noise, he glanced over and saw Antilochus Davidson coming over and sitting down opposite him. He looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, picked up one and put it in his mouth without any hesitation.

The military expert who brought drones to Bramo has now been promoted to private consultant.

The original one...

Killed by US military bombing.

In four months, two U.S. army regiments were crippled, and a brigadier general and two colonels were killed. The rebels who defended the city suffered equally heavy losses. More than 2 people from both sides were killed in the entire city, and the number of disabled people was incalculable.

It was arguably the most brutal urban street fighting since World War II.

There was no time to pack the body bags.

The U.S. military has even begun using thermobaric bombs to deal with underground targets.

Both sides have become angry.

"Your letter, sent from Mexico." Antilochus Davidson took out the letter from his arms and handed it over.

Bramo's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, he grabbed the letter, his cracked hands were shaking.

He only has one relative left now!

After finally opening the letter, he couldn't wait to read it.

"elder brother-"

"How are you doing on the front lines, are you okay?"

"You're going to be an uncle."

When Bramo saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

"Victor is very kind to me, please don't worry, but I miss you."

"Sitting on a park bench, I always look for the sound of the wind in our childhood in the fluttering of pigeon wings."

"At that time, mom was still alive. Dad held our hands and pointed to the dandelion and told us that it was edible. You took it seriously and ate it in one bite. We all laughed at you."

"I dreamed of you again last night."

...

"May God bless you, love your sister."

Bramo looked at the letter, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing, and tears couldn't help flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He raised his head, his eyes were a little red and swollen.

Antilochus Davidson sat nearby without interrupting.

The rare happiness on the battlefield is the moment you receive a letter from home.

Bramo wiped his tears and put the letter solemnly into his military bag.

He raised his head and looked at Antilochus Davidson with a determined expression, "We can't just keep defending like this."

"I want to fight out!"

"???"

Antilochus Davidson was stunned when he heard this.

no…

Bro, you think you are Rambo.

"You're giving up Rockford?!"

"No, no, no, I want to give the U.S. military a hard time."

Bramo shook his head. He took out a map from his bag, spread it out on the ground, and drew a circle on it with a pencil in his hand.

"Rockford is surrounded on all sides, right? But the one stationed here is a regiment of the 3rd Infantry Division. It's a typical bastard division. All of them are foreigners who come to the army for green cards. They are black, Asian, Indonesian, etc. They can't sell their lives."

"Especially since they were crippled during the Mexican-American War, they are even more afraid to use force."

Bramo narrowed his eyes and said, "They came to the United States to pursue wealth and glory, not to risk their lives for the United States."

"Just hit them!"

"No one understands America better than me. As long as we injure them, the other bastard divisions won't fight so hard."

There is a sentence how to say:

Life is your own, but honor, money, power and land belong to the country.

Especially in an immigrant country like the United States, even fewer people are willing to risk their lives.

Now it was Antilochus Davidson who hesitated.

“Should we consult Mexico?”

"By the time they get back to me, the Queen of England is already having her period!"

Bramo said impatiently, but he also felt that his tone was a little unfriendly. He took a deep breath and said, "Are you sure our communication is safe?"

This rhetorical question left the other party speechless.

"I know what you're worried about. Let me lead the raid and you stay behind."

Antilochus Davidson burst into laughter and slapped his face, "What do you think I am?"

"Butt?"

"This is the face of Mexico. If you are not afraid of death, why would I be afraid of death?"

Of course, he also understood the morale in the city. Who the hell could stand the daily bombing from the United States?
"There are still about 200 combat-capable soldiers (not civilians) in the city."

These are Mexicans who infiltrated in small groups. Those who understand will understand.

"Then it's decided. I'll lead the team, no need to say anything." Bramo looked at him, "If I die, then surrender."

Why does this sound so much like an old general on the stage with flags stuck all over his body?

Antilochus Davidson nodded without further persuasion.

The sunset glow in the sky is like a drunken girl, lying in the arms of the night in a blush.

……

night.

The banquet hall of the National Palace.

Victor was meeting with "representatives of outstanding Mexican talents" but Belsaria was not present because she was not feeling well.

Sitting next to him were bus drivers, steel workers, and grassroots legal advocates.

Casare sat with him.

Dita Von Teese sat uncomfortably nearby.

She is still disoriented.

How come I, a small actor and model, was selected as a special talent?

When she received the call, she thought it was a scam call.

But when she got home, her parents told her that someone had delivered an evening gown.

They are all custom-made and look very valuable.

Dita Von Teese is not a little girl who knows nothing.

The entertainment industry.

To put it bluntly, those with such a stupid head would have retired from the circle long ago, or had a car accident. (PS: Don’t guess blindly, I didn’t say anything.)
If you want to make it in life, there are only two reasons.

1. You yourself are the background.

2. Find a background for yourself.

Purely vegan?
You think the entertainment industry is a hula hoop where anyone can get in and be put into it.

Dita Von Teese has always been lukewarm, otherwise she wouldn't have worked part-time in a bar, right?

Although I didn't know who it was, I didn't want to waste this opportunity, so I gritted my teeth and put on my dress. When the time came, a car came to pick me up.

After being awarded the badge and seated at the main table, she immediately understood.

The one who has his eyes on him is Victor, who controls Mexico!

I just don't know how I caught his eye.

"Are you nervous, Miss Tita?" Victor turned his head and asked with a smile.

"I just can't believe I got this award."

Victor smiled, but Ecasare next to him leaned over and said, "Mexico is an open country. We can see everyone's efforts."

Dita Von Teese nodded politely.

Victor didn't talk to her much, but just chatted with other people, asking about their well-being.

This made Dita Vontis breathe a sigh of relief, but also made her more nervous.

It's about nine o'clock in the evening.

The banquet is over.

Everyone was arranged to go to the reception hotel.

Dita Von Teese was about to leave with her bag.

"Miss Dita Vantis."

Suddenly someone shouted, and a strong man came running over and lowered his voice, "Mr. Yuanxian would like to ask you to sing, is that okay?"

Tita Vontis clenched her hands, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Following the bodyguard, we arrived at the office building on the top floor.

After knocking on the door, I waited for a sound from inside before pushing it open and going in.

The lighting in the office is dim.

"Führer, Miss Dita Vantis is here."

After the guard said this, he left consciously and closed the door.

Victor picked up the wine glass on the table, which had already been filled with red wine, walked over and handed it to her, "I really like the way you sing in the bar."

"You mean the Green Desert? Have you heard me sing?" Dita Von Teese took the wine glass with both hands and said a little stiffly.

Victor touched her face and she shuddered. "Of course, I like your tear mole."

My breathing is a little rapid.

"Can you sing another song for me?"

Dita Von Teese: “Of course.”

Victor finished his drink with a smile, then turned on the tape recorder next to him. Soft music instantly flowed through the office.

He also turned off the lights.

The moon outside shines in, adding a unique bohemian feel.

Seeing that Victor was so easy to talk to, Dita Von Teese relaxed a little, drank the wine in one gulp, her face instantly turned red, and she began to sing "Hold Your Fire".

A song with a slightly rock style.

She also lifted her skirt and slowly twisted her body to the song.

It was a little awkward at first, but became very natural later on.

Victor sat on a chair, looking at the graceful figure in the moonlight, especially the big breasts...

Which one can cover it?
Before the song was over, he stood up, grabbed Dita Von Teese's hand, held it in his arms and kissed her.

He roughly tore off her clothes and pressed her against the French window.

…………(five hours omitted here)…………(same as me).

The next day, Victor got up early in the morning with a headache.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the sofa in the office, and Dita Von Teese was curled up inside like a kitten.

Victor pulled his hand back, patted his breasts, and shook his head. Damn…

It has been a long time since I last had this kind of release since Belsaria became pregnant.

Mistress Krista Schroeder is also a little fed up.

Of course I like something fresher.

Victor is a bastard too!

But Dita Von Teese is indeed very attractive. Who wouldn’t be excited when seeing her pure and charming look?

Maybe it sounds vulgar...

"I have to quit drinking in the future." Victor said to himself with a smile.

He stood up and put on his pants. Just as he was about to get dressed, there was a knock on the door.

A voice like Casale's cat came, "Boss~"

Victor wanted to laugh. He walked over while putting on his clothes and opened the door. He saw Fatty Ka and the director of the Mexican Information Bureau, Agustín Przewuchil, standing at the door.

"Why are you two here together? Come in...uh, let's talk outside."

Victor glanced at Dita Vontis who was sitting on the sofa.

Casare smiled subconsciously, while Augustin Przewczyr wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air.

Then I understood it instantly.

"What's wrong? You're all together so early in the morning. What happened?"

Casare glanced at Augustin Przewczyr, and seeing that he didn't speak, he said, "At 200:3 this morning, Bramo led 500 armed men to swim across the Rock River south of Rockford and raided a regiment of the rd Infantry Division of the US Army there, killing the colonel commander, the lieutenant colonel deputy commander, and more than other people, destroying their effective forces."

Victor paused as he was about to pick up the cigarette.

He looked up in surprise.

"He's so brave?!"

Is this a fantasy novel?
Casare was actually also in disbelief. Bramo, who is that person?

Dandy boy!

He had done a lot of ridiculous things in the past, such as speeding and fighting, and he had done everything except taking drugs.

He went into politics because he was the eldest grandson and was pushed by old Rumsfeld.

"War can change people a lot." That's all Casare could say.

Victor nodded, and his impression of this brother-in-law changed a lot.

This kind of raid requires great courage.

"how is he?"

"The condition is not good. He was shot three times, two in the legs and one in the shoulder. He was dragged back, but his condition is not good now. He is short of medicine. If he gets an inflammation, he will die."

Victor's brows furrowed instantly when he heard this.

inflamed!

That would definitely mean death.

Casare and Augustin Przewczyr had some unspoken words.

For example, whether to ship Bramo to Mexico.

Because I don’t know what Victor is thinking.

"Alas, Belsaria only has one relative left, and I can't bear to see him die on the front line."

After Victor took this position, he found that he was becoming more and more hypocritical.

real…

Are you reluctant to let your wife be sad?
How did the Rumsfeld family members die? Don't we have any clues?
I can only say that power is really good for people.

Casare had to nod in agreement.

"He would be of more use alive. The fighting in Rockford was so brutal, and I feel the local people will not surrender."

Augustin Przewczyr also spoke up, "It's no problem for us to find someone to "replace" him. There are provisions for him in the Wolf's Lair Project."

The Wolf's Lair Project, also known as the Wolf's Lair Substitute Project.

It is a stand-in training for important officials initiated by the Mexican intelligence agency.

Victor has two, named No. 1 and No. 2, and Casare also has one.

In addition, some people with sensitive identities also need it.

Just like Bramo, he carries a deep blood feud and the hopes of the grassroots American people.

If he dies, his replacement will take his place!
The flag cannot fall.

Of course, it’s okay to talk about stand-ins in private, but everyone is very tactful when talking about it in public because it would damage their image.

But no matter how you look at it, who has strong arms but doesn’t have a few stand-ins?
If there was no substitute, he would have been killed long ago.

"Then find a way to send Bramo out and send a substitute in. Also, the Black Panthers are too slow and their voices are too weak. The whole world has not heard their voices. Let them do something big."

Victor was somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of the Black Panther Party.

The funding was quite high, and the weapons were all given, but what happened?

Now they seem to be fighting a tacit war with the local National Guard. Isn't this a deception?

"If Eldridge Cleaver doesn't want to do it, he should get down early and not sit in the toilet without taking a shit."

"Just convey my words directly to him."

Augustin Przewczyr responded quickly.

"Is there anything else?"

"Boss, Caesar is two and a half years old. Shouldn't he go to daycare?" Casare said.

Victor was startled. "So soon?"

Since getting married, he has hardly visited his wife, and it has always been Casare who is responsible for their daily life.

In the blink of an eye, I'm almost three years old.

"Time flies so fast."

Victor's eyes were filled with melancholy. "Find the best daycare center, but make sure you stay outside with other children. Don't hire a private tutor."

"I see."

Victor paused and said, "Tell Krista that I will go to see the mother and son when I am free."

Even Casare didn't believe what he said.

After reporting their work, they left.

Victor finished his cigarette and returned to the office.

Dita Von Teese was already awake, naked, with her long legs crossed, preparing to light a cigarette for herself.

Victor walked over, stubbed out the lady's cigarette with his hand, and threw it on the ground, "Smoking is not good."

Dita Vontis looked up at him with her almond-shaped eyes, suddenly smiled, and reached out to grab Victor's pants.

"Cigarettes have no taste."

... (Another 10,000 words omitted) ... (Don't masturbate, take care of your health.)
United States Pentagon.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf got out of the car in a menacing manner, his face looking gloomy and terrifying.

The female employee holding the documents greeted him, but he didn't respond. Her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

The frightened female employee returned to the office, still patting her chest and saying to her colleagues, "That bull exploded again."

bull…

That's the nickname his subordinates gave him.

It describes him as having a bad temper. The key point is that he really looks like a short-horned bull.

"What's going on?" A curious colleague came over and asked.

The female employee shook her head and pointed at her head. "He must be screwed again. Maybe his wife is cheating on him."

Norman Schwarzkopf returned to his office and slammed his palm on the table.

"Son of a bitch Congress!"

He just went to a congressional hearing and requested an increase in military spending, but was directly rejected.

He was so angry that he almost had an offline fight with those who voted against it.

If someone hadn't stopped him, he would have really done it.

thump thump—

There was a knock at the door.

He turned his head sharply and saw that the person coming in was his confidant General Calvin Waller, who is now the Deputy Secretary of Defense.

The two people have a good relationship.

During the Gulf War, Calvin Waller served as acting commander of the Third Army, responsible for coordinating the Seventh Army and the Eighteenth Airborne Corps.

There is a saying that goes, if one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit.

As soon as he took this position, he tried to transfer Calvin Waller to be his deputy.

Although somewhat unconstitutional.

But man, who wrote the Constitution?
do not you know?
"Congress still hasn't passed it?" Calvin Waller asked with a frown.

Norman Schwarzkopf seemed to have a switch pressed, and he hit the table with a series of 18 palm strikes, which made the people watching twitch their eyelids.

Doesn't it hurt?
He was still swearing.

Are Germanic Americans also that tough?

"Those bastards in Congress are unreliable, so we can only implement our "Dragon Plan"."

Calvin Waller's brows twitched when he heard this.

"Project Dragon" is a military money-making plan proposed by Norman Schwarzkopf. The core idea is only one: large-scale drug trafficking by the military!
The military has laboratories and land for cultivation, and then it engages in large-scale production and uses overseas military bases to start global drug trafficking. All this money will go directly into the pockets of the military without going through Congress.

my mom.

If this plan were to become public, Norman Schwarzkopf would surely be condemned by the public.

Deputy Defense Secretary Lieutenant General Calvin Waller was timid and a little hesitant to move.

"I calculated that if we use the military to sell drugs on a large scale, we can make at least $1000 billion a year..."

"Gurgle—"

Who wouldn’t be excited when hearing this number?
Jesus could even sell himself.

"Congress will allow us to..."

"I'm afraid of nothing."

"When we make money, the whole army will be ours. Congress? What does it matter?"

Seeing how excited the other party was, Calvin Waller immediately shut up.

Norman Schwarzkopf actually understood that if an army had its own way to make money and could be self-sufficient, it would be different. Its ambitions would be strong and the possibility of military dictatorship would increase a lot.

The Pentagon has no such idea now.

When you make money in the future, will you still have this idea?

All I can say is that Norman Schwarzkopf is stubborn.

He lowered his voice and said, "Call all the members of the Golden Knights to my house tomorrow. We will divide the profits."

The Golden Knights is actually his secret society in the army.

The group also includes General Frederick Franks, who commanded the bulk of the armored forces during the Gulf War and was promoted to general after the war, becoming the commander of the Army Training and Doctrine Command.

The commander of the 18th Airborne Corps was Lieutenant General Gary Luke, who later went to Korea to become a father. (US Forces Korea).

These are all his old experiences in the Gulf War.

Otherwise, why do you think he suddenly retired after the Gulf War?
His reputation in the military is too high.

The masters were a little scared.

We definitely can't let him hold military power again.

But who would have thought that after several defense ministers died, it is now his turn to take the position.

So technically, Mexico also helped him improve.

Be sure to thank Victor when you meet next time.

Norman Schwarzkopf looked at Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller and squinted his eyes. "1000 billion US dollars, you can get tens or even hundreds of millions every year. Do you think Congress is still important?"

"Dry!"

……

(End of this chapter)