Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 559 Victor: Go to jail if you want!
Montgomery started to feel nervous when he got up early in the morning.

I was a little absent-minded while eating.

"Bernard, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell today? Cough cough cough." Grandpa looked at him and asked, and after a few words he started coughing violently again.

Montgomery stood up worriedly and hurried over to pat him on the back, "No, no."

He was actually thinking...

Is the other party a spy? Can I get the reward?

With the money, I can buy a ventilator for my grandfather so he won’t have to feel so tired when sleeping at night.

He looked out the window, his eyes seemed to have passed through the tall buildings and looked towards the National Palace.

Staff working at the official residence suddenly noticed that security had become tighter.

In the past, private cars were not allowed to approach within 700 meters, but now they are within meters. And on public transportation that must pass by the National Palace, there must be two armed police officers sitting at the back.

In addition, all personnel entering must pass through three gates for inspection, and even those wearing high boots must take off their shoes.

This naturally caused some employees to complain in low voices.

"Why are they so strict all of a sudden? Look, the policewoman is even searching bras."

"It's better to be strict. The external forces have very low morale. They can't do anything. Besides, I heard that someone from the Third Garden Department was taken away last night." An elderly woman said in a low voice.

"what happened??"

All the colleagues around came over to ask.

"I don't know the details, but I..." She was about to continue when she heard a commotion at the front of the line.

"I don't know, I don't know. It's not mine, sir. I don't know." Then I saw a woman with her hair in a bun, about 50 years old, being caught by two female police officers. In front of her stood a man holding a small monitor in his hand, squinting his eyes. "If you have anything to say, go to the Internal Affairs Bureau and tell them."

"take away."

The policewoman dragged her to the side, and the woman kept shouting that it was unfair.

"How could it be Leah? She is a veteran employee, and her son is also a cadre in the community."

The colleagues standing behind were shocked when they saw someone they knew being arrested.

"Quiet!"

The person in charge of organizing the team shouted, "Next."

And now in the community.

As soon as Montgomery went out with the garbage bag, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Seven or eight armed men wearing bulletproof vests with the name "Internal Affairs Bureau" written behind them stood on the stairs.

When they saw him open the door, they all looked over.

That look made Montgomery tremble involuntarily.

"Go in and don't come out, young man." A man who looked like Zhang Guang said softly.

Montgomery obediently went back in, but he couldn't help but come over with a chair and stand at the peephole to look outside.

Then I heard a bang, as if something was hitting the door.

Then a group of people shouted, "Don't move!"

Rushed in.

It's really exciting.

"What's going on, Bernard?"

The grandfather who heard the noise inside asked hurriedly.

"It seems that Billy's family upstairs was raided by the Internal Affairs Bureau."

"???how so."

Montgomery opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, but if someone from the Internal Affairs Bureau came, something must have happened."

His grandfather was obviously a good man. He was a little anxious, and when he was anxious he coughed violently and sat on the chair.

There was the sound of chairs and tables clattering upstairs, and soon Montgomery saw through the peephole that Billy, who was wearing shorts, was pinned down by a backhand.

His face was pale.

His legs were shaking, but he was still dragged downstairs.

The Internal Affairs Bureau agents put him in a van and began to interrogate him.

A punch to the stomach.

I pinched his chin and hit him with my backhand more than ten times, until his face was swollen.

Torture?

No, no, no, how could I, the person who wrote the Constitution, violate the Constitution?

Don't talk nonsense.

This is called friendly communication.

"Who are you online?!"

...

Victor stood in the top-floor office, looking down from above.

Behind

George Smiley's eyes were bloodshot and his beard was a little sloppy, which was caused by working overtime.

In fact, brothers who have been cheated on know that catching a mistress is already so troublesome, let alone catching a more cunning spy?

Both the mind and the body must remain highly focused.

It's very stressful.

"In five days, we received a total of 16717 calls about espionage throughout Mexico, of which 4226 were true, and we arrested 7232 people involved, including 6020 Mexicans who were bribed."

“1762 guns, 310 assault rifles, 60 kilograms of explosives and more than 200 detonators were seized.”

"The UK ranks first among spies, with more than 100, followed by Russia and then the United States."

"The person most implicated in our internal investigation is Olica Fadeyesky, deputy director of the Mexican Foreign Affairs Department and president of the Soviet Friendship Association."

"We found a notebook in his home, which implicated two former Soviet military engineers who worked in a secret military unit."

"The investigation of the internal staff of the National Palace also found seven people who were suspected of being bribed, but we found that there were a few people whose identities were not clear, and they were probably implicated by their family members."

After George Smiley finished his report, he stood back with his hands behind his back.

So shocking!

Victor smoked a cigarette and spoke after a while, "How many spies do you think there are in Mexico?"

George Smiley paused for a moment. "About 3 people."

At the University of Tokyo, approximately 11 people were engaged in espionage work.

Mexico is a bit less...

"That means we only caught less than one-sixth of them this time."

George Smiley began to sweat.

Victor turned around.

"Don't be nervous. I know how difficult spy work is."

He said as he picked up a cigar from the table and handed it over, "Cuban offering."

George Smiley hurriedly took it with both hands, and Victor lit a cigarette for him, which made the Director of Internal Affairs feel very embarrassed.

"Thank you, Führer."

"We need to arouse the enthusiasm of the people. We need to give both honorary and material rewards. We need to publicize it in newspapers. Of course, we can be anonymous. In addition, we need to record it in the files. We will give priority to those whose family members work in government departments or the military."

"Those who aid external forces in intelligence work will be severely punished. If any of their family members work in the government or the military, they will be fired on the spot. In serious cases, their family members will be deported!"

This system was called collective responsibility in ancient times.

But Victor was still too kind and just expelled...

But it's quite serious.

You should know that in 1986, there was a "Larry Wu-Tai Chin" case that shocked the world. The person who betrayed him... cough cough cough, I'll tell you later.

Anyway, Victor can't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

Just like Olika Fadeyesky, a poor man from the former Soviet Union. Victor did not despise his background and gave him a position as deputy director of the Foreign Affairs Department. How much salary did he get per year?
Close to 40 riyals!

They also had separate rooms and cars, but what happened in the end?

Isn't it because human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant?

Victor was getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He frowned and said, "Sentence Olika Fadeyeski and the government spies to death."

“All public officials need to learn and watch the results.”

George Smiley shuddered. "Yes!"

Victor waved his hand.

The other party saluted, walked out, and closed the door gently.

He exhaled, unscrewed the tea box on the table, and suddenly his expression froze.

He saw his points increasing rapidly!
1817121411 ...

1817123821 ...

1817132000 ...

"What happened?"

Haiti, Port-au-Prince.

More than 60 local gangs gathered together more than people and began to stir up trouble and kill innocent people in Port-au-Prince.

Starting from a market in the city center, they rushed in and started killing indiscriminately.

Compatriots?

These bastards have no concept of this!

"Mom, Mom..." A little black girl fell to the ground and cried loudly. Next to her lay a woman with a broken chest. She was dead.

She cried very loudly.

Three gangsters wearing masks, holding M16s, with G9 Alliance tattoos on their arms and wrists, looked at the child who was crying heartbreakingly.

They looked at each other.

One of them suddenly walked over, took out a grenade, pulled the fuse, and stuffed it into the girl's clothes.

Then he turned around and pounced.

The little girl felt pain and it was too hot, so she pulled at her clothes hard.

next second...

boom!
The whole person was blown into a bloody mess.

The three gangsters stood up and laughed, pointing at the minced meat and counting it.

This is not an isolated case.

Port-au-Prince…

There's murder everywhere!

Screams and howls turned the city into hell in an instant!
Jimmy Cherizier looked at the National Palace with hatred in his eyes, standing on a pickup truck with a KPV-14.5mm heavy machine gun mounted on it!
The militants behind him were densely packed.

But many people carry a lot of rocket launchers in addition to M16.

LRAC 1950 73mm rocket launcher!
French product!

There are also RPG-7, RPG-29 and even the M1958 LAW rocket launcher produced by the American Hessian-Orient Company in 72.

Truly made in various countries!
But to be honest, this firepower is at least stronger than one-third of the armies in Latin America.

Of course this is a conservative estimate.

Jimmy Cherizier waved his hands, "Charge! Kill the president, kill the Mexicans, victory belongs to the real Haitians!"

The younger brothers cheered loudly.

Thousands of people began to rush over from the three corners of the front.

The National Palace now has only one division-level battalion and half an armored vehicle battalion with about 600 people.

They had already set up a defense system around the perimeter.

Of course, they are not that stupid. In addition to the National Palace building, they also occupied the buildings on both sides.

A triangular firepower network was formed.

Anyone who has played Battlefield knows that even if you have a house, you cannot rely on the house for defense; that is the bottom line.

Once your outer positions fall, the battle inside the house becomes hasty and tense.

Major Fritz Klingenberg stood behind the sandbags, wearing protective goggles and firing a M240 general-purpose machine gun! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

The gangsters at the front were knocked to the ground, and the people behind them stepped on their bodies and fought back with guns!
"Bullet, bullet!"

Fritz Klingenberg shouted loudly, and the assistant gunner next to him bent over to reload the bullet.

A cover shot, a thumbs up at him.

The "War Beast" spits out its own flames!
Jimmy Cherizzier gritted his teeth, looked at the solid defense line, and grabbed the younger brother next to him, "Let everyone use rocket launchers to blow up the defense line first. I don't believe that those broken sandbags can stop us!"

"understand!"

The younger brother hurried over to convey the order, "Bazooka, use the bazooka!"

Dozens of gangsters hiding in the back with rocket launchers in their hands began to load bullets with the help of others.

Shhhhh—

The tail wing screams.

The first dozen or so rockets rushed towards the sandbags.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sandbags were blown into pieces, and the soldiers hiding behind them were also in trouble.

A medical soldier held gauze and pressed hard on the wounded soldier's broken leg, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He had a blank expression on his face and his hands moved very quickly. After tying the knot, he pulled him by the collar and retreated to the back.

But after taking two steps, his body paused and he fell to the ground, shot in the back.

"Drag the wounded and enter the second line of defense!" Major Fritz Klingenberg's voice came from the intercom.

He dragged his wounded assistant shooter back.

The gang members were like a group of hyenas. When they saw the defense line being bombed, they all rushed forward shouting loudly.

In fact, they don’t have any tactics at all!
It just depends on the number of people.

Beat the old master to death with random punches!

There are nearly 300 gangs in Port-au-Prince. In a city with a population of 300 million, half of the people are gangsters!
gun?
Man, guns really aren't worth much.

When the Soviet Union collapsed, guns were measured in kilograms. The Mexican Bureau of Investigation found that there were about 80 guns in Haiti.

Most of them are in Port-au-Prince.

The previous ones were just rocket launchers and artillery shells, which were worth a little money.

Hundreds of gangsters had just crossed the cordon when they suddenly heard "Woo-woo--"

The engine sound of the Cummins VT 400 903 sounds good, but the disadvantage is that it is also loud.

They turned their heads sharply.

Then I saw an AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicle rushing out from the building on the side.

The M1050 85mm machine gun fired 12.7 rounds per minute.

Puff puff puff——

Gangster: What a thick and big bullet. If it’s any bigger, it won’t fit in.

The car body was shaking.

As soon as this happened, many gang members who had just rushed up were beaten to death.

Some of those who were not dead were rolling violently on the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

A young black man stuffed his intestines into his stomach with all his strength, stared with his eyes, and shouted loudly, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he died.

After completing the sweep, the AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles quickly retreated.

If I don't run, will I become a target?
There was a river of blood and corpses everywhere in front of the National Palace of Haiti.

And inside the Presidential Office.

Acting President Marc-Louis Bazin huddled in a corner, looking grim and trembling all over.

It looks like a waste.

The Mexican soldiers coming in and out had no interest in looking at him, while the highest-ranking commander of the 1st Cavalry Division, Colonel Gunther Lütjens, frowned.

"The port has also been hit hard and is currently engaged in a firefight. However, under the protection of our warships, our firepower is much stronger than that of the enemy."

The staff officer said beside him.

"What about Cuba?"

Cuba has a battalion of about 1000 men on the west side of Port-au-Prince.

"The communication is down. I think they are in a tough fight now."

Gunther Lütjens slammed the table hard and cursed. He never expected that the Haitian gangs would suddenly gather so many people to launch an attack.

Take it by surprise.

It's absolutely impossible that there is no trick here.

"Could it be related to the Israelis?" the staff officer asked in a low voice.

It suddenly occurred to Gunther Lütjens that there were actually billionaires in Haiti.

An Israeli, Gilbert Biggio, the richest man in the country.

After Mexico entered Haiti, he made no statement, neither acknowledging nor opposing it.

But sometimes, if you don’t make any sound, you are just holding it in.

"Let's not talk about the future reckoning. Damn it, I don't believe his mob can wipe out my entire division."

"We can't let the gangs suppress us. Report to Mexico and request air tactical guidance from the Cuban base!"

"understand!"

Gunther Lütjens's face was solemn. If this was really the work of the Israeli tycoon, he would definitely not just let this happen.

A biting dog doesn't bark, but if it bites, it can really kill you.

At this time, in the Mexican Ministry of Defense at the foot of Mount Tepeya, there are actually two departments, and the other is the General Staff.

The group of people were in a panic, as if their butts were on fire.

Haitian gang riots!

Gang riots in El Salvador!

Tens of thousands of gang members attacked the Mexican government forces with weapons.

This is not the end...

Gangs in countries such as Brazil and Venezuela, which have good relations with Mexico, have also begun to smash, loot and burn.

Who would believe that there is no trick here?

Kennedy folded his hands, looked gloomy, and stood quietly by the side, watching the staff busy.

"Have you got the aerial images of Haiti?"

"Okay!"

A colonel shouted loudly and pressed a button, and the images broadcast from the reconnaissance plane appeared on the big screen.

Do you know what is called...

Ant colony?
The densely packed ruins below were filled with people, and the entire Haiti looked like a battlefield.

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener also looked solemn.

"According to preliminary analysis, the number of people exceeds 150,000. If we rely on the firepower of the First Division, we might be able to hold the position, but it would be a tragic victory, and the ammunition is consumed too quickly," said Deputy Chief of Staff Eduard Fritz Blomberg.

"The Marines lack powerful artillery."

"General, news from Haiti."

At this moment, a staff officer came running over and shouted, "Colonel Gunther Lütjens is requesting air tactical guidance and requesting an air strike on an important target."

"approve."

Before Horatio Herbert Kitchener could even speak, Defense Secretary Kennedy made the final decision, "Order the bombers based in Cuba to conduct tactical bombing of the areas with the most personnel and targets transferred by reconnaissance aircraft."

"Defense Minister, many people will die, including civilians," Lieutenant General Blomberg said.

"I would rather kill ten Haitians than sacrifice one Mexican soldier. If the local gangs don't obey, then make them obey!"

Eduard Fritz Blomberg wanted to say something but his clothes were pulled down by his boss.

In fact, it’s not that he is indecisive.

You blast it down...

Public opinion is about to explode.

You said you were here to help Haitians restore law and order?
Just rely on this?
This approach is too radical.

"Aren't you going yet?" Kennedy turned his head and glared at the staff officer who was reporting. The other party saluted in response.

"I will report to Mr. Prime. Horatio is in charge here."

"it is good."

Kennedy was also a decisive man. He left with his men, got on a prepared bulletproof Hummer, and entered the city under the protection of thirty Internal Affairs Bureau bodyguards.

"Horatio, there are 150,000 gang members. We can't handle them at all. You know, this is just a small part."

After the leader left, Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg couldn't help but say, "I don't think Haiti is of any use at all."

"Edward!"

Horatio snapped, interrupting him, "Whether it works or not is not up to you to decide, but the Führer has the final say."

"We are soldiers, we just have to follow orders."

"clear?"

Blomberg opened his mouth, but finally nodded, "Understood."

"Then go and give tactical command to the frontline troops."

Blomberg left in a huff.

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener shook his head, thinking that his deputy was good in every way except political ability.

Can Haiti just ignore it now?
This is a model house.

If Mexico handles it well, it will tell other countries with serious gang problems: Look, I can cure Haiti, so why can't I cure you?

Or in other words…

Can you back off now?

……

Kennedy rushed to the National Palace.

Report all of this to Victor exactly as it happened.

“Are our enemies inciting gang unrest?”

"Sir, although the gangs are a mob, if their numbers are too large, they will take up enough of our energy. If we put too many troops in Haiti and El Salvador, and Medellin takes advantage of the situation and launches a decisive battle against the Colombian government, will we follow them? If we do, we don't have many soldiers on our own. If we don't, we can only watch the drug dealers grow bigger."

Kennedy finished this in one breath, "I am more inclined to believe that this is a quagmire war that will drag us into a vortex."

He paused, but still didn't say the last sentence.

The Soviet Union was actually dragged to death in the final Afghan war.

Even this huge empire cannot afford the annual expenditure of more than 50 billion US dollars.

Also, when...

When he saw the hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Haiti launching a war, even the bravest man was afraid.

In modern warfare, the lethality of a gun fired by a four-year-old and a forty-year-old is the same.

All beings are equal.

The Mexican 1st Marine Division was directly engulfed. How long can it last?

Victor nodded after hearing what he said. No wonder the points increased so quickly.

He looked at Kennedy and shook his head. "We can't withdraw our troops from Haiti."

"You have to understand the nature of the mafia. They organize illegal and criminal activities and oppress the people. They are a mob of 150,000 people. Even though they look so powerful, when too many people die, without the support of faith and ideology, they are nothing but dogs with broken bones."

Victor slammed the table with both hands, and his whole temperament became much more ferocious, which scared Kennedy.

"I allow the military to use all weapons except nuclear weapons!"

"Including the GBU-43 large air-blast bomb!"

"Don't worry, even if I kill hundreds of thousands of gang members and am tried by the World Government, I will be the first one to go to jail."

Victor - the strongest one!
……

(End of this chapter)