Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 564: The destiny is clear and its power is magnificent!

Tijuana Army Military Hospital.

Some areas were heavily guarded, and there were even snipers deployed on rooftops. The dean, vice dean and others came out to greet them.

It must be some big leader coming.

4:2 AM on April nd.

An eight-seater Dodge SUV drove into the hospital under the protection of seven or eight Hummers.

As soon as the car stopped, a secret service officer in a black suit and with a solemn expression got out of the car and looked around vigilantly.

Half a minute later, Casare got out of the car. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked... a little elegant?

It's just that the belly is a little big.

The dean hurried over to greet him, saluted Casare, and then extended his hand to greet him.

"I came to see Mr. Bramo today on the orders of the Führer. How is he?"

"He's recovering well. His life is fine, but he will have sequelae of rheumatic pain."

Casare nodded and entered the intensive care unit under the guidance of the dean.

People...

This is so unfair, some people have to get up early and go to bed late every day for a few pieces of silver, while others can live in a intensive care unit with three bedrooms and a living room.

The difference between people is like that between people and dogs.

Victor cannot really be absolutely fair, he can only do his best to help the grassroots.

For example, if we implement the medical system of the University of Tokyo or the capital medical system of the United States, oh no, it would be really terrible.

In the intensive care unit, Casare saw Bramo lying on the bed. He slid over to him as if he had greased his feet, grabbed his hand, and smiled sincerely, "Mr. Bramo, you are a hero. I am here to visit you on behalf of President Victor."

Who did you learn this from?

Why does the old sow wear bras—one after another.

Bramo was silent, nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. I heard that Texas has become independent?!"

Casare glanced at the dean and others behind him, and they immediately understood and walked out, leaving the private space.

When there were only two people left in the room, Fatty Ka spoke, "Yes."

"That's great!"

Bramo got excited and started coughing violently, his face flushed, and he wanted to sit up. Casare hurried over to help him up.

The former grabbed his arm and said, "This is an opportunity, an opportunity to completely disintegrate the United States Federation!"

"Speak slowly."

"What holds the 50 states and the District together? Patriotism? Bah! If other states knew the benefits of Texas independence, they would be more determined. We will help them, even if it means fighting to the last Texan."

"Capitalists have no hometown. If this land does not allow them to make money, they will leave decisively. There is no need to expect them to die for the United States. If there is no capital in the United States, is it still the United States? That is Yemen!"

"If capital leaves, it will cause massive unemployment, and domestic security in the United States will face overwhelming danger!"

Bramo said firmly, "It is even more severe than the eve of Roosevelt's New Deal. At that time, there was no civil war, but 100 million people died of starvation alone. If we use the Ukrainian famine as an example, the number would be close to 1000 million. Now there is a civil war, and it is even harder to say."

Casare nodded in agreement.

Before coming, he attended an internal meeting and also called in the "American traitor" Angel Ureña and Rich Miller. The former is Clinton's former chief of staff and current Mexican ambassador plenipotentiary for North American affairs.

Is there anyone who understands America better than them?
They also said, "Americans only care about immediate interests. There is only one and only one Roosevelt."

The United States did have food at that time. However, in order to ensure that the food would not affect the market, farmers poured out the milk and burned the food so as not to give it to the poor.

The United States is a country...

It’s really capital!
"Our family is related to Mr. Paul Constantine Stuart's family. My aunt married his younger brother, so they are related."

Bramo thought about it and then threw out a trump card.

? ? ? ?
"aunt?"

"My grandfather's brother's daughter."

Family!

A word that the boss often said suddenly appeared in Casare's mind.

It is true that red gates face red gates, and bamboo gates face bamboo gates.

The influence of American families is no less than that of ancient Chinese families.

Is there a true second generation in the United States?
Some people would say Hoover, but a president who comes from a businessman background would be nothing more than a sewer player even if you let him make tens of billions of dollars. What's more, he has nothing to show for it, except the so-called title of FBI Godfather.

What about Kennedy?

He came from a mafia family and became president. Moreover, if his family was really powerful, would he be shot?
How can he be considered a top second generation if his family power can’t even protect his life?
The best one is Roosevelt. His "New Deal" is simply a reform. A reform will inevitably affect the interests of the vested interests, especially in the United States, where big capitalists take turns to be the banker and recommend their own spokespersons.

If you want to take action, your regime will end with your death. But if you really escape the assassination, it will not be easy for you after you step down. A classic example is Obama's later medical system reform.

Roosevelt's maternal grandfather was Warren Delano. He sold opium to the Northern government and then got close to the Roosevelt family, acting as their white glove, or a money-making tool.

The other is his uncle, Roosevelt Sr., the 26th President of the United States, who gained dominance in the Pacific through the war with Spain. During the war, he personally went to the battlefield, and after the war he incorporated some heroes into the army.

Those who are more capable are stuffed into the government.

Those who followed him but had no ability were arranged to become entrepreneurs.

His prestige was so great that he once formed a new political party, and then half of the Republicans followed him and quit the party!

His personal charm is evident.

After all, Gaoxin and Liansheng were going to be beaten, but there was no way, they were too awesome.

From this we can see that Roosevelt's team was already formed. From top to bottom, they were either his disciples or his former officials. This is why he was able to control Congress.

Although the Ramsfield family, to which Bramo belongs, has never produced a president, it has been rooted in the United States for nearly 200 years!

The interests are intertwined and the forces are complicated. Especially the murder of Donald and the death of Rumsfeld's family in the basement of the Pentagon. All this has made capital and most political parties very dissatisfied with the United States.

Texas Governor Paul Constantine Stuart has said more than once, "Is the U.S. government trying to kill us?"

We here are actually a noble family.

Otherwise, do you think that a small city like Bramo can last that long?

In addition to the help from Mexico, there were also many people helping him internally.

"Your family has such wide connections?" Casare said in astonishment.

"Didn't Belsaria say that? Didn't many people come to her wedding? They included children of the Roosevelt family, the Kennedy family, and so on."

This made Casare depressed.

But we adjusted mentally very quickly. No matter how awesome you are, you are still facing a catastrophe. We are not like the rising sun.

Of course, he couldn't say such a thing.

"I think it's time for me to get back on the front lines."

Bramo thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to meet Worcester, Illinois, and let him start choosing in the tide of the times."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

Bramo's eyes suddenly turned fierce, "Then kill him. Those who cannot stand with us will only be crushed by the trend!"

After fighting on the battlefield for a while, this young man has grown so fast.

"I will report this to Mr. Yuan-shi, but you still need to take care of your health. Do you want me to ship you to Mexico City?"

Bramo thought about it, hesitated, and shook his head, "I will go to see Belsaria after I return victorious."

Casare nodded without forcing him. He patted his shoulder and said a few words to comfort him before leaving the room. He told the dean outside, "Make sure you get the best medicine and doctors."

"I see."

A group of people surrounded him and went downstairs. He refused the dean's invitation, got in the car and left.

Just when we were driving out of the hospital.

Suddenly, I saw a person rushing out from the cordon outside. He had fluffy white hair, his face couldn't be seen clearly, and he was not very tall. He was wearing something like... a robe.

He was yelling something in his mouth, and he was held down by the policeman next to him after running two steps. Casare rolled down the window slightly, only the width of a little finger. If the window was opened wide, it would become like Kennedy, which would be a loss.

As soon as he opened the window, he understood.

When the man dressed like an Indian was pinned down, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sitting Bull once predicted that the United States will disintegrate, and the stars in the sky will worship Mexico. A saint will appear, who will make the rivers flow backwards, move the Big Dipper, and make Indian civilization reappear on the North American continent. He will lead the world to victory!"

Sitting Bull is a famous person. He is the leader of the Hunkapaw tribe of the American Indian Sioux. He serves as chief, witch doctor, prophet and other positions. He is also an Indian hero who fought against the United States.

Hearing this, Casare had a strange expression on his face, and then he shook his head with a sneer, "Feudal superstition!"

This method…

It’s not like Victor hasn’t done that before.

The stone man was found in the Rio Grande and Our Lady of Jesus shed tears.

Don't be too good at this method...

Now that this guy has done this, isn't it like you are playing palace fighting in front of Wu Zetian - what a use?

The convoy didn't even stop and sped towards the airport.

After seeing the car leave, the man struggled hard, but finally closed his mouth, but his eyes were gloomy.

...

Norman Schwarzkopf is having a headache right now.

It's a physical headache.

I also have to take painkillers.

The "Evil Dragon Plan" added more trouble to the already worsening situation.

Hundreds of people stood in front of the Pentagon, holding flags, loudspeakers, and banners, shouting for him to step down.

"Damn it, can't these unruly people just be quiet?"

Norman Schwarzkopf angrily smashed the cup in his hand to the ground and stepped on the table...

"Ah! Shit!"

He didn't pay attention to the angle and kicked it directly with his toes. The intense pain made him break out in cold sweat and jump on the spot.

At this moment, Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller pushed the door open and saw the other party's appearance. He couldn't help but frown, "Sir, are you dancing?"

Norman Schwarzkopf was so angry that his chest felt stuffy. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the table like a child throwing a tantrum, "Have someone take this table away and burn it!"

After mumbling and cursing for a while, he finally remembered what he was doing and raised his head to ask:
"How is the internal investigation going? Who leaked the information?"

Lieutenant General Calvin Waller shook his head. "Everyone passed the polygraph..."

"What use is that damn machine? I'm sure someone in our group must have leaked the information. Otherwise, how could the Mexicans know? Could it be Jesus?"

"We are infiltrated like a whore in Philadelphia. Anyone can get information from them."

Of course Calvin Waller was also aggrieved. We just have this plan, but we haven’t made any money yet. Can you tell us if we can do it after we make money?

It’s not easy to run a small business!

"Should we do it? I'm afraid Congress will question us..."

"Do it! Of course we will. The benefits have been divided, so how can we not do it? We can't back off, Calvin. If we don't do it, those politicians who have been bribed to keep us company will turn against us and put all the responsibilities on us."

"Congressional Inquiry..."

Norman Schwarzkopf fell silent for a moment. He wanted to say something like, "What's the big deal about Congress?", but he simply didn't have the ability to do so.

He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we have the wrong order. Now that Texas has become independent, this is the most important thing. What's the Dragon Plan? What's drug trafficking? If we don't pay attention, the United States will disintegrate!"

"The more crisis-ridden the situation is, the more opportunities we have to increase our influence. If we behead Paul Constantine Stuart, how much resistance do you think Texas will have? We will quickly command our troops to advance and suppress Texas by force. I have been annoyed with those rednecks for a long time."

In the end, he found that this plan was really possible.

It was like the Soviet Union killed Amin and the Afghan front collapsed.

Calvin Waller also thought this plan was good, but he was a cautious person and said hesitantly: "Congress..."

"Congress, Congress, Congress is shit!"

Norman Schwarzkopf became very angry when he heard these two words. He endured the pain in his feet and rushed over, scaring the other party.

"As long as we take back Texas, our military prestige will be unparalleled. Who can suppress us? With this achievement, we can move into the White House. Perhaps, we will be the next Roosevelt."

"As the Chinese have an old saying, wealth and honor are found in danger!"

He squeezed his hands hard, "This is a crisis for America, but also an opportunity for us!"

This kind of person obviously reads only half of the book...

The next sentence is: Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and they are also lost in danger.

You seek it one tenth of the time, and lose it nine tenths of the time!

Complete gambler mentality.

Seeing that Calvin Waller was still hesitating, he slapped him on the shoulder and said, "You have to think about it carefully. If you wait until you retire, your family will be nothing. If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the children."

"If we take over Texas, you and I will have the highest reputation in the army. By then, can't we create a century-old family?"

How come this technique of drawing pie in the sky is so skillful?

Although Calvin Waller didn't buy it, Norman Schwarzkopf was right. He was now a lieutenant general, but if he didn't have much ability, the next generation would at best be a major general, then a colonel, and in the end... nothing.

The most terrifying thing is not to make empty promises, but to tell the truth.

Once you get involved in power, who wants to give it up?
He is almost 50, and Norman Schwarzkopf is almost 60, both of them are not young anymore. If so many things had not happened in the Pentagon, it would not have been their turn to take the position. They just took advantage of the situation, but the more this is the case, the more reluctant they are to give up their hard-earned positions.

Calvin Waller thought about it and nodded.

"We can't tell anyone else about this. It's between you and me. We can't even use the SEALs or Delta Force. The domestic special forces are too involved. If we're not careful, the confidentiality measures will be gone."

"Then find mercenaries?"

Norman Schwarzkopf shook his head again. "What bottom line can those guys who want money have? Maybe he will sell our intelligence to us in no time."

He pondered for a moment, walked to the window, frowned, and suddenly saw a lazy black cat running by below, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"What do you think of the Indian black cat?"

Calvin Waller: ????? ?????

"I remember they were only established in 1985. They don't have much practical experience. The team is too young. I'm afraid they can't handle it."

"Youth is never a disadvantage. Although they are not as good as our special forces, I have seen their performances and they are pretty good. Moreover, they are more than enough for surprise attacks."

"And if it really doesn't work, we will transfer a team from the SEALs the day before the operation. The Black Cats will be responsible for the perimeter, and the SEALs will be responsible for beheading."

Calvin Waller always felt something was wrong. Could Indian soldiers be used?
And what kind of thing is it to use foreign troops to behead the governor of one's own country?

American version of Wei Bo Ya Bing?
"I have a good personal relationship with their Defense Minister Sharad Pawar. Maybe I can talk to him." Norman Schwarzkopf said, folding his hands and rubbing his chin with his left hand.

Calvin Waller sighed. The other party was a very stubborn person. He felt that what was right must be right and he didn't dare to raise any questions.

During the Gulf War, a staff officer said one word too many and was beaten into the hospital by him.

only…

Are Black Cats really considered special forces?

The doubt turned into affirmation as it came out of his mouth, "Okay, we can try to get in touch."

"This matter needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. If it is delayed for too long, the situation in Texas will be even more different."

Norman Schwarzkopf said this while looking at the black cat below, which jumped onto the wall in a very cool stride.

"Look, what a healthy figure."

But before he could finish his words, the black cat slipped and fell off the wall.

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

...

(End of this chapter)