Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 560 Why be the boss if you hesitate?

Why are you hesitating about being the boss?

Victor looked up at Kennedy and casually threw the ZPPO in his hand onto the table, smoothing the lighter. "If our regime is stable, they can try us and we can't do anything. If our regime is unstable, even stray dogs on the roadside can bark at us."

"In the final analysis, it still depends on strength."

"As for whether they will unite to attack us?"

Victor groaned for a moment, "We are now wandering around Latin America, and we are not harming the interests of the Europeans at all. Maybe they are secretly happy that we are pulling the United States' leg."

This is actually a very explicit statement.

Why was Germany defeated during World War II? The mustache guy was too ambitious. What he wanted was land. Aren’t you trying to destroy their country and race?

After entering the modern era, productivity has increased significantly, and to be honest, land has become much less useful to a certain extent, and no one will strive for this goal.

As long as Victor doesn't go to Europe, basically no country will do its best to deal with you.

In the end…

Still one sentence.

Everyone should mind their own business and not worry about other people's problems.

These words undoubtedly gave Kennedy a shot of confidence. He nodded vigorously and said, "I will give the order right away."

"Use my phone."

Kennedy responded and called the Ministry of National Defense. He glanced at the head of state who was looking out the window and said, "Hello, it's me. I have been approved to issue a combat order to send bombers from the Cuban base and the Eastern Theater. Ordinary ammunition will be cancelled. Instead, K-77 bombs and GBU-43 large air-blast bombs will be carried."

“Bomb the main neighborhoods where Haitian drug dealers gather!”

I don't know what the other party said. Kennedy frowned and scolded, "Follow the order!"

After saying that, he hung up heavily.

Victor held a cigar in his mouth, squinting his eyes, and seemed to be looking out the window towards Haiti.

When Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener received the order, his hands also trembled.

As a senior military official, he knew the content of the GBU-43 large air-blast bomb.

If we blow it up, we will ensure that there will be no drug dealers or gangs.

This is a super-large bomb developed by Mexico with an amazing power equivalent to the explosion of 11 tons of TNT.

This bomb contains about 8 tons of explosives, with an explosive power equivalent to 11 tons of TNT and an explosion radius of about 150 meters.

It is a thermobaric bomb that uses high-energy explosives rich in aluminum, boron, silicon, titanium, magnesium and other elements to produce an extremely strong anaerobic explosion. After absorbing the surrounding oxygen within tens of thousandths of a second, it will once again explode with terrifying aerobic explosion, thereby achieving a devastating effect on fortifications, personnel and equipment.

It is said that the United States is also doing it.

"Proceed as planned and quickly relay it to the combat troops."

Located in a military base northeast of Guantanamo City, the capital of Guantanamo Province in eastern Cuba.

This was originally American territory, but after the Mexican-American War, Cuba was completely absorbed into the Cuban Revolution and the base was abolished.

It is now a Mexican air force base.

The commander of the base was Ernst Udet, a Mexican top pilot who was only 26 years old.

After receiving the order, he quickly ordered people to replace the B-1 bomber with K-77 bombs.

The ground crew hurriedly unloaded the ordinary bombs and replaced them with incendiary bombs.

The base has strong combat capability after long-term combat readiness.

Two Type 2E fighters took off first to pave the way for the bombers behind and clear the area.

Base commander Ernst Udet personally took to the battlefield, piloting a B-1 bomber, and glanced at the ground crew below, who waved a flag, signaling them to take off.

As soon as the accelerator was stepped on to the bottom, the F101 turbofan engine began to emit green light, and the air was shaking due to the intense temperature.

"boom--"

With a roar, three B-3 bombers quickly took off, followed by three F1Es.

Flying towards Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

No need to fly too high...

I was afraid that you were still rising, so I arrived.

The main reason is that they are too close, the two places are less than 80 kilometers apart.

For fighter jets and bombers, it's just a matter of stepping on the accelerator.

Ernst Udet, wearing earmuffs, looked at the co-pilot and said, "Remind the ground troops to get out of the war as much as possible."

"Don't let us all become roast suckling pigs."

The co-pilot responded with a smile and adjusted the channel, "This is the Cuban base bombing group, calling Haiti."

“Sizzle, sizzle—”

"Copy that, please speak."

"We will bomb Kenscoff, Carleford Street, LS Lin, and Labule neighborhoods, and the combatants will withdraw quickly."

"Roger that!"

The co-pilot turned off the channel, and at this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded on the radar.

"Foreign military aircraft spotted on the right."

Ernst Udet calmly ordered: "Bat, take care of it."

"receive."

The F16E fighter jet protecting the right side broke away from the formation and flew away.

Then I saw an F15 flying through the clouds and rushing towards me quickly.

Call the other party in the public channel.

"This is the U.S. Air Force performing a cruise mission. Please do not interfere with my normal driving!"

I knew it was this troublemaker!

I came here because of the smell.

The Mexican F16e pilot quickly moved up to it and drove side by side with it, so close that the wing of the plane was almost touching his face.

U.S. Army (angry): "Don't hinder my normal navigation!"

"If you have the temper, shoot me with your fire control, you bastard!"

The arrogant voice of the Mexican Air Force was heard on the public channel.

The American was so angry that his eyes turned red. This was too much to tolerate. As soon as he hesitated, he saw the F16e next door rushing towards him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Madman!!"

The other party was so scared that he trembled and quickly pulled the joystick, but the wings still touched each other and both sides were shaken violently.

He cursed loudly on the public channel, saying all the dirty words he could.

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you!"

The American pilot's face darkened, and he said to the channel, "Go away if you want, I will be back!"

F15 dragged his body and fled quickly.

After all, I still didn't dare to open fire.

You see, that's how Americans are. If they yell at you and you point a knife at them, they won't dare to say anything. They are typical bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong.

In fact, you can also think about...

After World War II, which powerful countries did the United States fight against?
In the fight with the University of the East, MacArthur became "Santa Claus".

Later they bullied Vietnam. Of course, they were beaten badly by Vietnam and nearly 6 people died.

after that…

Look at what countries he attacked?
Panama, Guatemala, Grenada, damn, I haven’t even heard of some of them, so, if you are a little tougher and have more cards in your hand, the US military... haha, they are just chickens and dogs.

墨西哥时间，1993年3月3日，下午16：33分。

Jimmy Sherizzi received messages from four or five blocks away.

"The Mexican Army is retreating!"

They have completely taken over the block.

"Hahaha, I knew that the Mexicans are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. As long as we yell at them a few times, they will run away." Jimmy Sherizier fired at the ceiling with a gun and shouted loudly with red eyes while standing in an abandoned house.

The subordinates who had failed in their attempt to beat up the president's residence were all a little dejected. They looked at each other and cheered perfunctorily. It was really perfunctory, even more perfunctory than when I serve my wife at night.

The ground 500 meters in front of the official residence was littered with corpses, broken limbs and blood!

There are at least four or five hundred corpses on the ground!

In fact, after such a fight, the gang members all wanted to run away, but this son of a bitch Jimmy Sherizzle found a supervision team from nowhere and killed anyone who tried to escape, which made the gang members' morale very low. "What? Are you all unhappy?"

He had a gloomy face and swept his eyes around everyone fiercely. When he saw a subordinate sitting next to him, who was shivering with his head down, he became so angry that he kicked the subordinate and then hit him hard with the butt of his gun.

"Where are your voices?"

"Didn't you guys eat?!"

Jimmy Sherrizier was a very cruel man...

Jingle Bell-

At this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly. He turned his head sharply, "Who?!"

"Boss...your phone." The trusted younger brother said softly, pointing at the phone hanging on his waist.

Jimmy Sherizzle looked down, then raised his head to look at the other person, and slapped him hard. The other person was stunned and his head was buzzing. "Do I need you to tell me!"

His confidant Walter Simmons gritted his teeth, lowered his head, his eyes full of resentment, and the looks from the people around him were like knives, making him feel his face flush.

respect?

No respect at all!

"Hello!" Jimmy Sherizzle called out twice while holding the phone, but the signal was bad, so he walked out. "Hello, oh, Mr. Gilbert, hello!"

"Good afternoon, man, how's the National Palace going? Has Mr. President solved it?"

"Uh, don't worry, it's almost there, it will be quick!"

At this time, in a luxurious villa in the mountains outside Prince Port, the exterior was very beautiful, with a Cupid fountain in the middle of the yard, and bodyguards patrolling everywhere.

Gilbert Biggio, who was in the study, sat up straight in dissatisfaction when he heard his words. "Even with all the weapons I provided, can't I deal with the Mexicans and Cubans? You have more than 100,000 people!"

"Don't worry sir..."

"You have less than ten hours. I want to see you kill the president and capture the commander of the Mexican army. Otherwise, you know that if I can support you G9, I can naturally suppress you, Jimmy."

When Jimmy Sherizzle heard this, his eyelids trembled and his eyes were fierce. A wild dog is still a wild dog even if it is tied up, but for the sake of meat, it can still abandon its dignity. He responded in a muffled voice.

After hanging up the phone, he angrily threw the phone in his hand to the ground, and it broke into pieces in an instant, swearing in French.

Woo————

Just when he was angry, there was a whistling sound above his head, as if something was falling. He looked up and saw a plane appear within his sight!
And they were dropping bombs downwards, so densely packed that it looked like they were laying eggs.

Really are…

It's like shit is coming out.

B—1轰炸机的载重量可以携带100枚的MK-77型燃烧弹，而2架就是200枚！
But of course they can't carry that many, and the Cuban base doesn't have that much in stock, but two planes still have more than 40 missiles!

Jimmy Sherizier's pupils shrank, and before he could react, a huge shock wave accompanied by scorching flames directly blew him away. He rolled several times on the ruins, covered in blood, and fainted.

Carréfou Street, west side of Port-au-Prince.

A medium-sized gang called "Seaport" is active here, with about 4000 members. After the gang riots, they are responsible for committing local killings and ambushing government agencies, Mexican troops, Cuban patrol police, etc.

Many civilians had already fled to the safe green zone that had been established.

The Green Zone is a no-fire zone designated by the Mexican government forces!
The troops that were originally fighting with them for the block suddenly retreated. The person in charge, Michele Van Buren, did not take it seriously and thought that the other side was hit by his artillery fire.

He is dancing with joy.

I heard a whistling sound overhead. When I looked up, I saw a huge black shadow flying in the sky. Then the hatch opened with its belly and dropped something down with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh".

This MK-77 incendiary bomb fell too fast.

When Michele Van Buren and the others reacted, they saw the flames instantly engulfing the surroundings.

The huge heat instantly engulfed Michele Van Buren. Really, those who were close to it were basically gone in an instant and didn't feel any pain at all.

The most pitiful thing is that the flying sparks get on other people.

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

A dozen fire men ran out with their fangs bared and their voices roaring. Their voices sounded like evil spirits from hell, making people feel cold. But who has time to care about this now?

Dozens of incendiary bombs were dropped, and the entire block...

They were all covered in an instant!

The already messy and deserted streets turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire was burning fiercely, black smoke was rising, and buildings were collapsing under the high temperature, making bursts of roars.

People fled in all directions amid the flames and thick smoke, with cries and shouts mixed together.

The damaged cars were lying in all directions on the streets, some of them still emitting black smoke. The whole city seemed to be in a doomsday situation.

The thick smoke rose into the sky, dyeing the white clouds in the sky black.

The entire Carrefu Street turned into scorched earth in an instant!
Of course it wasn't just this one place; communities in the north and south were devastated.

You have to know that there are more than a lot of gangster drug dealers in these communities, and these are drug dens.

Colonel Gunther Lütjens of the 1st Road Combat Division in the National Palace stood by the window, looking at the flames rising in the distance, with some reluctance in his eyes.

Even the devil Satan would find it too cruel.

"Ah! Help, save me, save me..."

"Save me, I surrender, I surrender!!!"

"Ahhhh!"

There were shrill howls everywhere, and the other gangsters who were fighting were really scared by this scene.

"No more fighting, no more fighting, I want to go home, ah, I want to go home!"

A gangster who lived in the bombed area dropped his gun on the ground and ran towards home crying. When the supervisors saw this, they subconsciously raised their guns, but who knew that in the next second, even more people would run away.

Hey…

But before the flames in those blocks had dissipated, bombers took off from the Eastern Theater Command and arrived with the "Mother of Bombs" and dropped it on a school occupied by gangsters. The entire school and the armed men hiding inside were instantly destroyed.

The whole of Port-au-Prince was like it had experienced a magnitude 3.1 earthquake.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of dust and gunpowder from the ruins of buildings. It took a long time to dissipate, as if telling of the severity of the disaster.

In the Cuban camp, the battalion commander looked into the distance, swallowed his saliva, and said to his deputy beside him, "This... This is a massacre."

"I have never seen such a powerful weapon. Mexico's military industry has made progress again."

The two people looked at each other.

"Quick, call home to report."

There are also agents from many countries lurking in Port-au-Prince. Even those who are well-informed cannot help but tremble when they see the tragic scene.

"Victor...Victor is committing genocide!"

One call after another was made to the other side of the ocean.

After half an hour.

The Pentagon got the message.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf's face turned ugly again, "Unknown super bomb?!"

"Can anyone tell me where Mexico got these weapons? They also used B-1 bombers and F16E fighter jets. Are we the US military or are they the US military?"

Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller looked at the pictures taken by the satellite at the first time, and he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. The scene after the bombing was full of charred corpses. Even with his eyes wide open, he couldn't find a good corpse in the photo.

"We investigated for a long time, but we didn't find anyone inside selling weapons to them. It was as if they appeared out of thin air. The military engineers we bribed also said that some of the blueprints were given to them by Victor."

Norman Schwarzkopf laughed. "Victor, what university did he graduate from? His diploma is not even as high as the dog of the Thai royal family. What can he study? It must be stealing. Sue him. We will sue him at the United Nations."

Calvin Waller didn't respond.

Sue him?

He could bring down the judge as well.

"Based on the analytical data, if this super bomb were in the White House, it could raze us to the ground in an instant." He changed the subject to business.

Norman Schwarzkopf sat on the ground as if his bones had been pulled out, "I can't hold it in anymore."

"Don't worry. We can mess up the Soviet Union from within, and we can also mess up Mexico from within. A powerful empire will first collapse from within." Calvin Waller appeased the other party. "In addition, we will continue to transport weapons to Haiti, and send consultants to help the Haitian gangs reorganize their team. As long as Haiti continues to be in chaos, our purpose of distracting their attention will be achieved."

"How many Haitians die is none of our business!"

"And we can continue to attack Mexico from the perspective of public opinion. This is a massacre."

"We can unite NATO countries and ask the United Nations to deal with Mexico morally and ask it to stop its military operations in Haiti and send a coalition of peacekeeping forces to Haiti. If Victor continues to implement the bombing policy, he will be going against the whole world."

If I can't deal with you, I'll resort to conspiracy and intrigue.

When Norman Schwarzkopf heard this, he stood up from his chair and said, "I will call the defense ministers of NATO countries and ask them to limit this kind of large-scale weapons!"

……

(End of this chapter)