Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 573 From what angle are you talking to me? ! !
"Shoot! Shoot!"

In the lens...

On the border between El Salvador and Honduras.

The armed forces fired indiscriminately at the fleeing "crowd".

There were cries and screams everywhere.

A little girl with pigtails was standing next to the corpse and crying. She was wearing a floral dress. Her mother must have loved her very much. Her face was covered in blood and her eyes were filled with fear.

"This is a massacre, a genocide against civilians!" The representative of Honduras stood up and roared loudly, his face flushed, and shouted to the people around him, "What have they done wrong? Why are they lying dead in the wilderness? If they are men, they should stand up and fight one-on-one instead of hiding behind and shooting at the elderly, the weak, women and children."

The representative from El Salvador was sweating and hesitating.

Because he also couldn't understand what the bastards in the country were thinking. Aren't they cracking down on drug dealers and gangs?
Why did he suddenly shoot at his next-door neighbor?

Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?
"We strongly demand stability and peace in the region, and in particular, we suspect that Mexico plays a very important role in that."

"We demand that the United Nations intervene and investigate!"

After the Honduran representative finished speaking, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

United Nations Commissioner: Joachim Ribbentrop and Deputy: Arthur Zimmermann both looked up at him at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled. It was interesting, really interesting.

"Mexico has done a very poor job in local security and stability. It is simply provoking and waging war everywhere. This is not responsible behavior."

“The bombing of Medellin and the sending of troops to Belize are now naked invasions, and it is precisely because of his help that El Salvador is going to fight its neighbors.”

Hondurans are almost saying directly that Mexico is a cancer.

The whole article is more than ten minutes long, but it only criticized Mexico for seven or eight minutes...

After sitting down, his chest was still rising and falling rapidly, as if he was about to die of anger.

"Sir, don't we have a word?" the staff member behind the Salvadoran representative asked in a low voice.

"Hey, don't worry, now we can just sit back and watch the fun. Look, the Mexicans raised their hands."

When Secretary-General Boutros Ghali saw Mexican Deputy Head of Delegation Arthur Zimmermann raise his hand, a look of helplessness appeared on his face. He glanced at the Hondurans and asked, "Are you trying to provoke him?"
But since the other person raised his hand, you can't just pretend you didn't see it, so he could only pinch his nose and raise his hand to signal.

Joachim Ribbentrop sat up straight and adjusted the microphone. "Thank you, Secretary General."

"We find the criticism of Honduras unbelievable. As we all know, Mexico is an important force for maintaining stability in Latin America. Our main goal is mutual respect and equality, but Honduras is making accusations, making random accusations and attacking us wantonly. Who gave you the power and ability? You should look at yourselves and see if you are qualified to make Mexico go!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, if Mexico wants to dominate Latin America, let me put it bluntly, no one can stop it. The United States can't protect itself, Canada is weak and can be bullied, Brazil is Mexico's ally in the People's Union, so who else is there? Honduras?"

"Depending on the United States? In 1910, American companies funded mercenaries to launch a coup and overthrow the Honduran government to safeguard economic interests. In the 20s, Honduras became the United States' outpost against the left-wing regime in Nicaragua. The United States trained the army of El Salvador and other countries and supported anti-government forces. These actions may lead to the long-term intertwining of Honduras' domestic security forces with external forces. Who is destroying regional peace?"

"Soto Cano Air Base has even become a drug trafficking base in Central America. Do you think I don't know that? If I had gone to help El Salvador, the war situation would never be like this. Your president's head should have been crushed along with the drug traffickers by now."

Joachim Ribbentrop snorted twice, saying that what he said was too blunt, and the Honduran representative's face turned pale.

"If you want to be dogs for American drug dealers, then stand still and wait for us to clean you up. If you want to be human, then go back and shut down the American base. You have to know that drug control has always been the long-cherished wish of President Victor and the 200 million people in Mexico. No one and no power can stop us."

"Before interfering with Mexico, please think about what is happening in the United States now."

His voice was the only voice left in the hall.

"it is good!"

The number one partner, the Cubans, clapped their hands vigorously.

"We will never invade or destroy any country. As long as you ban drugs, we can even provide funding to help you build your railways and medical care. Peace has always been what mankind yearns for, but before peace, our weapons are to silence those who don't want to believe in us."

"Thank you!"

Joachim Ribbentrop turned the microphone aside with a cold face and looked straight at the Honduran.

"Do you want me to bring my men to stop him after we get off the field?" Deputy Arthur Zimmerman asked in a low voice behind him.

The Japanese man sitting next to him shuddered.

The head, which was already lowered, lowered even lower, but the fingers holding the pen in his hand made a creaking sound.

rogue!

asshole!

Gangsters!
Baga Ya Deer!

"Block his toilet and beat him up? That's too low. We are just going to point at his nose and scold the Americans. Look, the American representative's head is almost stuck in his crotch." Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at the Americans in the distance and couldn't help laughing.

Looking over there, sure enough...

The American representatives, who were very arrogant before, now lowered their heads and had somewhat gloomy expressions.

"I think he can't stand it anymore. Will we fight over the case later?"

"Fight?"

Joachim Ribbentrop sneered, "If I don't break his ribs today, my name will be written backwards."

He suddenly stood up as he spoke, "Everyone!"

To be honest, this behavior shows a disregard for UN discipline.

But there is really no way...

You also know that France is really not doing well, especially at the end of April, when two Rafale fighter jets flew over Haiti. They were still reluctant to give up this place, but who knew that they were mistaken for Mexicans by the drug dealers below and were directly shot down!

This immediately stunned Dassault's trading board.

This is the first time it has been attacked since its first flight in 1986. This is too shameful. It was not hit by a fighter jet, but by a ground-to-air rocket launcher...

Do the French have the nerve to speak now?
The Russians are still licking their wounds.

The Englishman wanted to speak, but Mexico ignored him, and the other rabbit...

He is picking his nails, his face is rosy, and his bowel movements are normal. Mexico has given him a lot of technical support in terms of weapons and equipment, so of course they won't jump out to oppose it.

Like the Rabbit and the Crested Caracal (Mexico), neither of them has the ambitions of the United States. The world is so big that it can accommodate everyone.

A country like the United States, which is the only superpower, is bound to be beaten.

NATO will be unhappy if you don't give them a sip of soup.

Joachim Ribbentrop: "I propose that the Republic of Texas and the Republic of Illinois be admitted as new members of the United Nations."

As soon as these words came out!
There was an uproar!

The American who was pretending to be the grandson could no longer pretend and immediately raised his head, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!! You are dividing America!!!"

"Texas and Illinois have their own laws and land and personhood, and we respect their choices."

"No!"

"I won't allow it!!"

Joachim Ribbentrop gave him a disdainful look and said, "Mr. El, if having a loud voice is useful, then you should ask the Pentagon to take back the land instead of yelling at me here. I am just making a suggestion."

"I think you have bad intentions. You want to destroy the United States, and then Mexico can be the only superpower in North America, right? You are hegemonic!" "You are undemocratic." Joachim Ribbentrop took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said something that Americans particularly like.

???

Everyone around was confused. Who the hell was bullying whom?
Seeing the two groups starting to exchange verbal attacks again and the distance between them getting closer and closer, Secretary-General Boutros Ghali was really exhausted. During his tenure, this Mexican gangster had beaten others up no less than ten times.

Although many times it was others who started it first.

But he has not suffered any loss in these few times. His broken ribs can be used to make bone soup. The media and the public outside think that Boutros-Ghali is the most failed secretary-general, but there is really no way. Those present here...

Who could he offend?
United Nations…

It is just a toy of a powerful country. Mexico is just the cone in this bag, which stands out more.

"The meeting is adjourned, the meeting is adjourned!"

Seeing that a fight was about to break out again, he quickly banged his hammer and shouted for the guards to come in.

Inside the United Nations Hall.

What a mess!
The Americans have really gone crazy this time. If Texas and Illinois are allowed to join, then there will be dozens of countries in North America... not to mention the dozens of countries. Where will the face of the United States be? !

There is no possibility of compromise.

The news was first published in a Brazilian newspaper on May 5 and quickly began to spread around the world.

Pentagon Press Office: "Mexico should pay attention to its own behavior. This disappointing behavior is irresponsible. We hope Mexico will take care of itself!"

Why does this sound so awkward?

One bandit tells another bandit not to go too far.

What's wrong? Are you afraid of being raped?
Norman Schwarzkopf had some sense, but the rednecks of California were not so friendly.

That night, a group of hundreds of rednecks gathered and surrounded the "Mexican Headquarters in San Diego" and began shining strong flashlights and colored torches at the windows and guards.

The police didn't care at all and even stood at a distance pointing and criticizing.

"Turn on the light and shine it on him!" Commander Louis-Franche Despere stood on the roof and shouted loudly, but the soldiers next to him shuddered and were confused. When he pulled the bolt of the heavy machine gun on the roof, the crisp sound of bullets being loaded confused the commander.

"I said shine a strong light on him, don't shoot, don't shoot!" he shouted hurriedly, fearing that his subordinates would directly use heavy machine guns to shoot him.

The soldier chuckled...

The young soldiers were eager to establish merit.

But if the people above you can restrain themselves, will the Americans below you also restrain themselves?
As we all know, extreme rednecks, Indian guys, and Korean Oppas are known as the three major masculine groups in the world. One is hard, one is pulling, and one is sticking his butt out and laughing.

They threw homemade Molotov cocktails at the command building.

"Charge! Charge in and drive them away. America should be free!" Someone hiding inside shouted, and a group of angry rednecks pushed the door hard. After pushing it down, they rushed into the headquarters with blood boiling.

The police outside were also panicking...

Damn...

Are you that active?

It's fine to just shout slogans, but to put them into action?
"Hurry up and call for backup!" The police officer at the scene was smoking. When he saw this scene, he said in a panic. After hearing this, the young policeman next to him was so panicked that he didn't know what to do. He hurriedly opened the door and pulled out the intercom to shout.

Just heard...

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! !

"Get down! Get down!" The police officer grabbed him and made him lie on the ground.

"Shooting?! The Mexicans shot!"

The heavy machine gun on the roof began to fire, looking down from a high position like beating a dog. The soldier put one foot on the wall, his hand on the trigger, and fired downwards.

Just two minutes.

Hundreds of rednecks below fell in a pool of blood, with broken limbs flying everywhere...

Commander Louis-Franche Despere looked solemn, "Call Mexico City to report this, and tell our partners that if they want to evacuate, they can leave quickly."

The adjutant next to him certainly understood that this matter had become a big deal.

California will certainly not give up.

In addition to Mexicans, there are also Cubans and people from the East in this San Diego military base. Of course, only those who are announced to the public are "Mexican".

Ten minutes later, an infantry battalion stationed in San Diego quickly moved towards the command building and surrounded it.

Smell the blood in the air.

Major Calvin Martin's eyes twitched slightly, and the adjutant next to him kept saying "OMG".

"Captain, give the order to destroy it. This is simply going too far."

"What are the consequences?"

The adjutant was surprised: "What?"

"If a large-scale war breaks out, who will be responsible? Let's take them down. There is a Mexican army stationed across the Rio Grande River, less than 15 kilometers away from San Diego. Can you defeat them?"

"Just let them bully us like this?" the adjutant shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Everything is for the greater good," said Battalion Commander Calvin Martin, squinting his eyes.

...

California Governor Eguptos Ruiz hurried into the office.

"what happened!"

"A group of people besieged the Mexican headquarters in San Diego, and the Mexicans opened fire, killing hundreds of people." The subordinate replied hurriedly.

"Help me contact Victor. I want to ask him how he manages his subordinates! What the hell is he doing?" Eguptos Ruiz was furious.

Want to question Mexico?
Yes, we must let them give an explanation.

You won't tell me, of course California is Florida?
The staff member perked up and said, “Yes!”

Ten minutes later, the subordinate came running over and said the phone was ready.

"All of you get out." Aegyptos Ruiz waved his hand.

He was the only one left in the office.

He took a deep breath, and the muscles on his face began to flex. His whole face seemed to change, and his smile became flattering.

"Mr. Victor, good evening. Hahaha, have you eaten? Uh, I meant midnight snack, hahaha."

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(End of this chapter)