Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 566 Black Cat: Let’s not talk about whether it is elite or not, just tell me whether it is fast or not!

December 1993, 4, night!
There was thick fog over the Gulf of Mexico, and visibility was very low.

I couldn't see any birds when I was peeing at the bow of the boat.

Indian Deputy Defense Minister Ajay Kumar rejected the operational outline of "Black Cat Alert, SEAL Decapitation" proposed by US Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller.

He seemed to feel offended.

"Black Cat never fails!"

"Victory, like our tactics, will never fade!"

Seeing that the other party was so confident, Calvin Waller felt embarrassed to question them anymore.

"According to our intelligence, Texas rebel Paul Constantine Stuart is at his villa in Austin. You can approach him in a helicopter at low altitude. Our people will cover you the whole way. When you reach the target point, we will quickly behead him without sparing a single one. Then, when you reach the next state, we will send troops to pick you up."

This plan is really like Modi taking a bath in the Ganges - it's really a mess!
It's just so sloppy.

Calvin Waller, a former armored soldier, knows nothing about special operations?

The funniest thing is that neither Indian Deputy Defense Minister Ajay Kumar nor Operations Captain Sash Thilan raised any objection.

2:11 am.

After filling their stomachs on the cargo ship, the Black Cat Special Forces soldiers boarded two H-53 Sea Stallion large helicopters.

"Gee~Gee~" A team member was still burping hard, and the foul smell coming out of his mouth almost suffocated Calvin Waller to death.

The funniest thing is that when a soldier climbed onto the helicopter, he lost his footing and fell on his back...

The US Secretary of Defense was immediately silenced.

Is this special forces?
Is this a rural street performer?

But it was too late to regret now. I could only watch them leave and tapped my chest three times, "God bless... Black Cat!"

Austin's latitude is approximately 30.2672° N and longitude is 97.7431° W. The takeoff point is in southeastern Texas on the Gulf Coast, near the Matagorda Peninsula.

According to the flying speed of H-53, it will take about 55 minutes to 1 hour.

When we arrived, it was just past three o'clock, the time when the human body is most relaxed.

Woo woo woo—

The pilots of the two helicopters are also members of the Black Cat Special Forces.

The operation leader, Major Sash Tilan, looked very serious. "Ten minutes. After arriving at the villa, we must resolve the battle within ten minutes. If we encounter support from the enemy, Oaks, you will lead the first team to stop them."

He looked at a lieutenant beside him.

The other person was picking his teeth, and when he heard his boss's question, he perked up and nodded vigorously.

Major Sash Tilan's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to scold him to make him listen carefully, but after thinking about the other party's background, he closed his mouth.

The other party is the Thakuray family, members of the Shiv Sena party, and the nobles of Maharashtra.

The other party was a Brahmin, while he was only a Vaisya. It was not easy for him to sit in this position. If he didn't have a particularly good opportunity, his career as a major would be over.

Of course he hopes to seize this opportunity!
He beheaded Paul Constantine Stuart, becoming famous all over the world and was recruited by the Brahmins to serve them, thus transcending class.

Therefore, this operation must not fail!
About ten minutes later, the plane flew through the thick sea fog and entered the air above the ground, where scattered lights could be seen in the city not far away.

The team leader, Major Sash Tiran, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Where's the other H-53? ! !
"Zizzizi..."

Just as he was about to ask the pilot to call, he heard a scream coming from the same channel in the cockpit!

“Help! Help!!!”

“Ahhh!!! It’s going to crash into the mountain! It’s going to crash into the mountain!!!”

"Pull it up, pull it up quickly, no no no, turn quickly!"

There were exclamations and screams in the channel, followed by a loud "boom".

There was no sound in the channel.

But from the back, I saw a huge fireball crashing down to the ground! !
Crashed into a mountain? ?
Major Sash Tiran's blood pressure suddenly rose, his vision went dark, and he almost fell down.

The other soldiers were equally stunned...

how so? !

Are there any big mountains on this coast? Aren't there just a few small hills?

Can you even hit this?

Ten people were reduced in an instant!

The atmosphere in the helicopter suddenly became wrong...

"Sir, do we... do we need to return?" the pilot asked in fear.

"no!"

Major Sash Tilan jumped up when he heard this. His eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost the bet. It only took a few short minutes to go from heaven to hell.

Just now I was thinking about getting promoted and making money...

All I want now is to save the dog’s life!
If the mission is successful, everything will be fine. If I go back now, I will have to bear the blame alone.

He gritted his teeth, "Who are we, Black Cat! The invincible Black Cat, this is just a setback, but the mission must continue, the victory must continue, and we must continue as planned."

After hearing his words, everyone looked towards the Brahmin named Oaks, wanting to hear his opinion.

Even Major Sash Tiran was watching nervously.

There is real disorganization within the Indian military.

Especially if a low caste like him has high caste subordinates, it will be even more difficult to deal with...

It’s like if you find out that the newcomer in the company is the boss’s son, you have to listen to his opinions no matter what, right?

"Lord Shiva will bless us!" Oaks' eyes flashed and he suppressed his emotions.

He also wants to prove himself!

He is not a playboy who has risen to prominence by relying on his family background.

He, Oaks Takure, has his own abilities.

Major Sash Tiran's face lit up with joy, his originally drooping waist straightened up immediately, and he ordered the helicopter to continue moving forward.

Although the morale on the H-53 helicopter was boosted, the atmosphere was clearly not the same as when they first boarded the plane.

It was a bit dull along the way.

Major Sash Tiran wanted to speak, but he really didn't know what to say.

We flew in this atmosphere for nearly an hour.

Finally arrived above Austin, entering from the northwest corner...

Everything seems to be going well.

But they didn't notice that on the roof of a tall building, there were several pairs of eyes staring at them.

"The prey is coming!"

...

Paul Constantine Stuart Villa is located in Westlake.

To the west of the city center, there are many top universities.

Features: Luxury homes, mountain views, close to natural parks, gathering of corporate executives and celebrities.

Not cheap.

"Get ready, get ready!" Major Sash Tilan took a deep breath and clapped his hands to boost morale.

"I will be the first to descend!"

He looked at his subordinates and said, "The world should listen to our performance!"

The H-53 helicopter pilot looked around...

He suddenly discovered...

He didn't even know which villa Paul Constantine Stuart owned? They all looked exactly the same!
It’s really weird. Don’t you even do your homework?
The US military gave them the specific address.

The pilot gritted his teeth, found a villa that looked particularly luxurious, and approached it, hovering directly in the air.

As soon as the hatch opens.

“Down, down, down!”

Major Sash Tiran grabbed the rope and began to rappel. Before he reached the ground, his subordinates behind him took over and slid down one by one like a string of candied haws.

The first few went smoothly.

But perhaps Lord Shiva was not used to the climate in North America and could no longer bless them. When the fifth subordinate slid down, he heard a "bang".

The rope broke!!
Then the three people hanging on the rope fell heavily to the ground.

The left leg of the Indian soldier at the bottom was broken at 90 degrees in a hideous and strange way!

Screaming...

That's not it? You think you're superman.

Major Sash Tiran's face suddenly changed. A strong light shone over, and a few lonely shadows were stretched out.

"Surrender! I surrender!!!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the Brahman Lieutenant Oaks quickly knelt on the ground, threw away the gun in his hand, and shouted in pure English.

did you see…

This is the true meaning of changing with the times.

The pilot of the H-53 helicopter above ran away when he saw what was happening, but at least you should pay attention to your brothers' lives. Two Black Cat soldiers who were close to the hatch lost their balance and fell down.

The fall was quite severe.

The M2 Browning mounted on the roof fired at the H-53.

Ta-ta ...

The bullets flashed red in the dark sky, and the thick bullets hit the side of the helicopter.

you tell me!

You told me! What does it use to carry it?

A volley of bullets flew over, shattering the glass. The pilot's head inside exploded instantly, and the helicopter fell in a spiral, rubbing against the ground and producing sparks.

Shouts came from all directions.

Major Sash Tilan was trembling all over, yelled, and pointed the gun in his hand at the enemy who was rushing towards him, but he didn't have time to pull the trigger.

A gunshot rang out in the distance.

boom--

The bullet broke his neck, and blood splashed on the face of Lieutenant Oaks who was kneeling on the ground. This Brahmin was so scared that he pissed himself...

A foul smell came from the crotch.

"Don't kill me! My father is the Governor of Maharashtra!!"

Paul Constantine Stuart, who was staying in the study, paced back and forth, and was shocked when he heard the gunshots outside.

What Indian Defense Minister Sharad Pawar said turned out to be true!

Damn it, this bastard even sold out his own people...

On the phone, I hoped that India could maintain a private alliance with the Republic of Texas. This would be a greeting gift.

He hopes to increase India's influence in North America.

India is really a capricious and lagging teammate.

thump thump—

At this moment, Texas Secretary of the Interior Yod Wallace pushed the door open with a calm expression.

"How's it outside?" Paul asked hurriedly.

"Please rest assured, Mr. President. The invaders have been eliminated. Six people have been captured, including a Brahmin noble. The rest are all dead. Four of them died directly from falling from the plane."

? ? ? ? ?

"But we only saw one helicopter. According to the captives, the other one crashed into a mountain when it was approaching the coast."

The corners of Yod Wallace's mouth twitched as he said this.

The main reason is that I have never seen such abstract special forces!
You can really kill yourself by falling!
Paul Constantine Stuart also opened his mouth, and he suddenly felt insulted...

You use such a person to behead me?

"Hold a press conference tomorrow to condemn the Indian army's actions, but remember to put the blame on the US military. Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf and his team will like our gift."

"I'm afraid the world will think we're telling a fairy tale." Interior Secretary Yod Wallace was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

……

Victor was woken up by someone.

He kissed Belsaria beside him and said gently, "You sleep a little longer."

“Hmm.” The other person said sleepily, making sounds through his nose.

Victor put on his clothes and quietly walked out of the room, and saw many people, young and old, standing outside.

Kennedy, Casare, Army Chief Higmut List, and Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Director of Counterintelligence Jeff Bennett.

"What's wrong? You're all in a group this late at night. What happened?"

Victor's brows quivered, and he smiled and said, "Did America explode?"

Casare's face was full of gossip. "Boss, a team infiltrated Texas and wanted to behead Paul Constantine Stuart. The members belong to the Indian Black Cat Special Forces, but it is said that the organizer is the Pentagon."

"According to the insider's intelligence, six people were captured, and the rest were all killed. You will never guess how they died. One helicopter crashed into the top of the mountain, and the four special forces in the other helicopter fell to their deaths by rappelling..."

"Non-combat casualties totaled 14 people!"

"This Indian black cat, I think it's now a sick Indian cat."

Victor blinked and laughed a little, "When God created humans, he must have given Indians condoms."

This made everyone laugh.

"Although the operation failed, the insider said that President Paul is very angry and very dissatisfied with the Pentagon's behavior. Perhaps we can add fuel to the fire." Kennedy said in a hoarse voice.

"What's wrong with your throat?" Victor asked.

Kennedy was startled, "Nothing, just a little cold."

"When we go down later, let Dr. Carl Brandt check you out. You must take care of your health. Only good health can be the capital of revolution. I am looking forward to going fishing with you when we are old."

Victor's words were so sincere and heartfelt.

You know what, several people felt warm in their hearts after hearing what he said.

Dr. Carl Brandt is Victor's personal physician, a tenured professor at Harvard Medical School, director of Johns Hopkins Hospital, and now an honorary major general of the Internal Affairs Bureau!
"Okay." Kennedy nodded.

"Let's go to the office and talk. The weather is too hot." Victor walked in front and suddenly stopped and hooked his finger at Casare, "Have a cigarette to wake you up."

Casare hurriedly took out a camel and handed it over, then distributed some to others.

A group of people went to the meeting room next door while smoking.

As soon as Victor sat down, he said, "You can speak freely about whatever you think."

"Perhaps we can send Bramo to meet Paul and ask him to convey our wishes for us." Casare spoke first. "The most important thing is that Illinois needs his leadership to help us intervene in more internal affairs of the United States. Besides, Abbott Laboratories and AbbVie are in North Chicago and Baxter International in Deerfield. These are giants in the medical industry."

"There is also Caterpillar, one of the world's largest manufacturers of construction machinery and mining equipment, John Deere, a producer of agricultural and forestry equipment, and even a major division of Boeing. If we take over Illinois and feed back to Mexico, many of our industries will flourish."

These companies sound very appealing.

How could Victor not be moved?
It’s definitely exciting!
Especially Boeing. Not to mention its military industry, even the development of civil aviation cannot do without it. Mexico needs a large aircraft industry. Its research and development and production involve dozens of high-tech fields such as materials science, precision manufacturing, electronic systems, and aero engines. It can drive the coordinated development of upstream and downstream industries such as metallurgy, chemical industry, machinery manufacturing, and electronic information, form a huge industrial cluster, and create high value-added employment opportunities.

It is beneficial from the perspectives of international competition and discourse power to national defense and military strategy.

After all, there are not many countries that can independently develop large aircraft.

You can say that Americans are bad, but you can't say that Americans are bad. Even if Victor uses points to hit them hard, he has to admit that there is still a big gap between China and the United States in many industries.

"What do you think?" He looked at the others.

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded and said, "I think so. Illinois is located in the Midwest of the United States, close to Lake Michigan. It is a strategic location connecting the eastern and western United States. At the same time, it leads the country in soybean and corn production. If we get it, it will bring huge returns to Mexico from both a military and livelihood perspective."

"This concerns our strategy." Army Chief Sigmut List also rarely took the initiative to speak, but he confirmed this direction as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Bramo alone is not enough, and even the advisors we sent are not qualified. I think we should send a general to take charge and give him military assistance."

Victor smoked a cigarette, frowned and thought hard.

Isn't he a gambler?

America is like a prostitute opening her legs to greet customers. Now you bet that she is not sick. If you lose, you should be more careful in your next life. If you win, then at least you can feel good for a long time.

“Does anyone you have a recommendation for?”

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.

"Speak freely," Victor emphasized again.

"Major General Sigmunt Wilhelm List, commander of the 335th Army in the Northern Theater, was a typical German Prussian officer, known for his strict discipline, tactical expertise, emphasis on military planning and execution efficiency, a tendency to follow traditional tactics rather than radical adventures, and sometimes too cautious."

Kennedy thought about it and felt that as the Secretary of Defense, he was more suitable to evaluate the generals in the army.

"Major General Ludwig Beck, commander of the 337th Army in the Northern Theater, has a sharp and resolute character, moral courage, rationality, prudence and traditional conservatism. He is a thoughtful rationalist."

"Major General Otto Moritz Walter Model, commander of the 179th Army in the Eastern Theater, is more pragmatic, not bound by tradition, and known for his harshness. He may be harsh or even rude to his subordinates. If it is the Mexican army, it doesn't matter, they are our own people. But if you command the Illinois National Guard, you have to be careful. They are good at turning the situation around in desperate situations!"

"There is also Major General Walter von Brauchitsch, commander of the 336th Army in the Northern Theater. He was deeply influenced by traditional military values, emphasizing obedience, discipline and honor, but his indecisiveness and lack of courage to resist were his shortcomings."

Kennedy recommended several people at once, and talked about each person's personality, shortcomings and strengths.

From this perspective, he is doing a very competent job as Defense Minister.

"Who do you think is the best fit?"

Kennedy hesitated. "Major General Ludwig Beck, commander of the 337th Army, is conservative, but we don't plan to rely on the National Guard to expand our territory. As long as we can hold Illinois, that's fine."

"Of course, the premise is that Bramo can successfully take over the power of Illinois!"

Victor knew the 337th Army, which was the 337th Division before the army was reformed. Brother Casare had served under him before, and the "pension embezzlement incident" that made a lot of noise at the time started from this division.

At that time, Ludwig Beck performed very well and actively. He directly intervened with his troops and suppressed some bad apples, which prevented internal problems from occurring. This was also the main reason why he was not removed during the liquidation later.

Moreover, the opponent also had great military achievements. He captured the leader El Mencho alive during the "encirclement and suppression of the new generation of Jalisco". He was promoted from company commander to the current army commander, and he can be considered as one of his old team members.

"Call him back. I want to see him."

Victor was willing to give the old man a chance, but after thinking it over, he decided it would be better to meet him in person.

Kennedy nodded in agreement.

"There are still many ambitious people in the United States. We have to make them jump out. I don't believe they won't drool over such a big piece of cake. The Black Panther Party can also talk to people in California..."

"The first is born."

At this moment, Jeff Bennett, the director of the General Intelligence Agency, who had been sitting silently nearby, suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked at him.

"whats the matter?"

"Our consultant Frigga Ackerman sent a message saying that Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panther Party has become mentally confused due to drug abuse. He did not reward the hero who organized the storming of Mount Rushmore and the Pentagon. Instead, he shot him. Many of his subordinates are dissatisfied with him. If he is not restrained, I am afraid that the Black Panther Party will be in chaos."

! ! ! !
Victor narrowed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nostrils.

Everyone could sense that he was unhappy.

Taking drugs is really unbearable, but seeing as it works for you, and you're so addicted to it, that's a bit too much.

“Is there anyone who can replace me?”

“Zephaniah Westbrook, our appointed deputy leader of the Black Panther Party.”

"Then let him go up and kill Eldridge Cleaver and his men. After cleaning up the mess, have Zephaniah Westbrook contact California immediately. As long as the other party is willing to talk, there will be a chance to incite them to rebellion."

"Tell him that I don't want the Black Panther Party to hold me back at this critical moment. If he wants to build an equal black society, he has to make more efforts."

Victor is like a dealer sitting behind the scenes. He watches the gambling table called "America". One by one, gamblers come up. They look greedy and full of desire, thinking they can win.

But little did he know that one of the players sitting next to him was also the dealer's agent.

So, in the end, the gamblers may win a small amount, but the dealer wins more!

……

(End of this chapter)