Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 577 Mexico can no more lose California than the West can lose... God?!

Stamford, Connecticut.

Located in the eastern United States, the geographical location is very good.

At least in the current civil war scenario, life is a little more comfortable.

Sanitation worker Arturo Johnson jumped out of his car, yawned, and walked into a convenience store on the side of the road.

"A pack of Marlboros, please."

"9 dollars." The waiter quickly took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Arturo Johnson was startled and looked up. "Damn it, wasn't it only $6 yesterday?"

The waiter pointed to the "Price Increase Notice" posted on the counter.

"Shet!"

Arturo Johnson hesitated and was very dissatisfied. "How much has the price increased?"

Marlboro used to cost only 2 US dollars in China, but in just three months, the price increased four times and is now 9 US dollars. People can’t even afford to smoke cigarettes.

But as a heavy smoker, if I don’t smoke, I feel like ants are crawling all over my body and it feels itchy.

"Do you want more? I tell you, if you don't buy it now, when the Venezuelan people from the next block come, you'll have to pack it all up." The waiter spoke when he saw that the other party was hesitant.

Arturo Johnson: "? What are they packing for? Slapping them with their asses?"

The waiter looked at him like he was an idiot, "Buy today, sell tomorrow, as long as they are cheaper than us, they will make a profit."

“!!! Philip Morris International doesn’t care? The local tax department doesn’t care?!!!”

This company is the owner of Marlboro and is one of the largest tobacco companies in the world, with annual revenue of more than 350 billion US dollars worldwide, a typical tobacco giant.

Of course, it is far from enough to just scam a small or micro enterprise.

The waiter took a deep breath. If the other party hadn't worked nearby for a long time, he would have ignored him. "The domestic economy is expanding, raw material prices are rising, and the company can't take care of itself. Haven't you checked the stock market? The market value has dropped from the peak of 600 billion US dollars to the current 200 billion US dollars. In addition, the currency is depreciating rapidly. I think the financial hegemony that was hard-won after World War II has begun to collapse."

There is some truth in this.

Those who are familiar with finance know that war does not necessarily lead to economic collapse. There is a saying called: military Keynesianism.

During war, it is inevitable to stimulate economic consumption.

For example, as we all know, when Russia and China fought a war, Russia's economy actually remained stable and upward, creating 52 jobs in just three years. This shows that military industry boosted domestic demand. Even more cruelly, after the families of the dead in the war received pensions, they had money and would definitely consume, which naturally increased internal and market demand.

But the premise is very important.

Don’t start your damn war on your own soil!

Local! Local! Local!

Say the important thing three times.

As for how to solve the economic crisis, I do have a few ideas.

UBIists: We can throw coins on airplanes and have red envelopes rain down every day, so that everyone can come and get the money. When everyone has money, they will come and consume, and the economic crisis will be solved.

Keynesian: We can organize a group of people to break the glass and a group of people to make the glass, and then we can do centralized purchasing. In this way, both parties will have money and the economic crisis will be resolved.

Industrial upgradingists: We can develop high technology and invest in the future to control demand. When controlled nuclear fusion is achieved in the future, the economic crisis will be resolved.

JGists: We can expand our military and prepare for war, build weapons to expand demand, use casualties to reduce excess population, and rob other countries to distribute wealth. Even if we lose the war, we can restart the economic cycle! The economic crisis will be solved! !
Look, what is an expert? This is an expert!

But that being said, it is really difficult to actually put it into practice.

Now all the people who want to jump off the building are queuing up on the rooftop.

Sometimes you have to urge the person in front of you to hurry up and not block the suicide.

It's simply magical.

Sanitation worker Arturo Johnson looked sad after hearing what the waiter said, "Is there no hope for America?"

"Unless God comes down to fight wearing a helmet." The waiter sneered, "Don't worry, I have a way."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of flyers from the drawer below and spread them out on the glass counter. "Can you tell me about the immigration agency?"

???

This sentence has not yet been finished!
Then they heard a loud "boom!" and a violent explosion was heard in the distance. The shock wave shattered the glass. The two men subconsciously squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Arturo Johnson stared in horror and looked out the door.

I saw a group of dozens of men and women wearing white cloaks and holding M16 assault rifles rushing towards me from the opposite side. The women were wearing black nun hats on their heads, which looked really creepy.

And he was still shouting: "Red and White will fall, the covenant will be re-established; in the year of grace, the kingdom of heaven will come to earth!!"

! ! ! ! !

Oh my god!
Victor would die of laughter if he were here.

Is this the North American version of the "Yellow Turban Army"?
Isn't this slogan too exciting?
But it fits well.

"Red and white" refers to the core colors of the American flag, and is a metaphor for the old order (corresponding to "the sky")
"Holy Covenant" comes from the Bible tradition and symbolizes the new sacred order (corresponding to "Yellow Heaven")
The Year of Grace not only continues the core concepts of Christianity, but also coincides with the "Manifest Destiny" narrative of the founding of the United States.

“The Kingdom of Heaven is Coming to Earth” echoes the “Kingdom of God is Coming” in the Gospel of Matthew, and at the same time reflects the founding metaphor of the United States, “City upon a Hill”.

I would never believe that there was no contribution from the "Chinatown Priest" behind this.

But to outsiders it is a joke.

But for sanitation worker Arturo Johnson and store clerk, it was a shock!
"Fuck! It's the Holy Blood Purification Fellowship! Run! Run!!!" the waiter shouted in fear, his voice trembling, and he ran to the back.

This claims to achieve soul salvation through extreme abstinence and "purification rituals", distorting the symbolic meaning of the "blood of Christ"!

To put it simply, it is a cult!
It's very exciting in Connecticut.

Dozens of "saints" seemed to have a purpose. They ignored the two people in the store and rushed towards a building not far away.

"Isn't that Gartne Company?!"

Sanitation worker Arturo Johnson was brave enough to stick his head out to take a look.

This company is quite famous. It is one of the most authoritative IT research and consulting companies in the world and is also considered a giant in the industry.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and the gang rushed into Gartner and started shooting.

Arturo Johnson saw two security guards being beaten to a pulp as soon as they came out. His pupils shrank, his legs trembled, and he hurriedly pulled down the rolling door.
While running, he saw the "Immigration Agency" on the counter, grabbed it, stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it, and ran away.

Mudd!

The United States can no longer stay.

Soon the Stamford police and guards arrived and engaged in a gun battle with the "Holy Blood Purification Fellowship". It was a back-and-forth battle, and finally the special forces' violent attack ended the farce.

However, the tragedy still resulted in the deaths of more than 120 Gartner employees and more than 200 injuries.

The anxious governor of Connecticut immediately came out to "criticize" this and listed it as a terrorist organization, but what's the use?

Everyone can see the incompetence of the state government in this situation!
Gartne was also devastated by this incident and has never recovered.

It really makes people sad and cry when they hear it. An industry giant did not fall in the business battlefield, but was directly destroyed by dozens of people with physical weapons.

This further stimulated the big business owners.

United Technologies Corporation in Connecticut has begun recruiting "armed security guards" with a salary standard of 15%, giving priority to veterans and those with overseas combat experience. If they are officers, there will be more rewards. After a series of steps, oh wow, the salary is higher than when you are in the army.

It made the American veterans who had been beaten up for "demanding wages" and "requesting increased benefits" feel like they were reborn.

You have to know that half a year ago, when they gathered in Washington, they were almost shot down. Many departments abandoned them, and the Pentagon even had to send out tanks. But in just less than a year, veterans have become so popular.

I have to say, fate plays tricks on people.

MacArthur: I said old soldiers won’t die, right?

United Technologies Corporation is wealthy due to its military industry, but once it made this move, many companies quickly followed suit and directly recruited the required 1000 people.

The number seems large, but for many super-large enterprises, it is just a drop in the bucket, so these capitalists began to think of ways to solve the problem.

You have opened the hole anyway!
Then you should be more generous, even bigger!!!

Give us a "civilian guard" designation, affiliated with the Pentagon military and attached to the local military department. There should be no limit on the number of people, and we will provide all the weapons, ammunition and equipment ourselves.

"No, this is absolutely not possible!"

Defense Secretary Norman Schwarzkopf said firmly to Northrop Grumman CEO Anselmo Truman on the other end of the phone.

"My friend, everything is negotiable. As long as you agree, Northrop Grumman can provide the Pentagon and the military with orders worth more than 20 billion U.S. dollars for free. This is our sincerity."

"We just need to be called a guard team. If that doesn't work, you can also give us a unit according to the official military name."

The CEO on the other side, Anselmo Truman, was not polite at all.

You can tell what kind of person he is by looking at his last name.

Similarly, before becoming the CEO of Northrop Grumman, he also worked in the Pentagon as the head of the Bureau of Overseas Affairs, where he was a colleague of Defense Secretary Norman Schwarzkopf.

The relationship is pretty good. Who would want to have a bad relationship with a rich second generation?
"Norman, the United States has reached this point now. There is no need to talk about who is right or wrong, but you have to think about yourself. If you really fail, don't you leave yourself a way out?" Anselmo Truman on the opposite side spoke to him as if he was speaking from the heart.

Norman Schwarzkopf was unhappy when he heard such discouraging words, and his left eye twitched slightly, but as mentioned earlier, he could shoot at congressmen because they were just representatives, but he did not dare to roar at Anselmo Truman because he was a profiteer of order.

"I, I'll think about it again."

Anselmo Truman was also very understanding and did not rush to urge him. "Of course. By the way, I asked someone to send you your favorite brandy, Lombard Armagnac XO Brandy. I hope we can have a drink then."

The tone seems so gentle and elegant.

But after hanging up the phone, Norman Schwarzkopf couldn't help but take a deep breath, picked up the cigarette on the table and lit one for himself. His eyes were tired, tiredness was visibly visible to the naked eye, and a lot of white hair could be seen on his temples.

"It's time to consider your own way out."

Once this thought came to my mind unconsciously, I couldn't get rid of it.

He knew the seriousness of the matter. If he was caught by the so-called rebels, what good would happen?
Norman Schwarzkopf's brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river).

Jingle Bell-

The urgent ringing of the phone brought him back to his senses. He was startled and trembled. He slammed the table angrily and grabbed the phone. "Fuck! Give me some good news, or I'll put my ashtray into your ashtray!"

The person on the other side was terrified.

Even speaking became trembling.

Take a deep breath.

"Sir, Mexico has declared war without declaration, and two armies from the Northern Theater have rushed into the California region!"

"What!!!!"

and at Northrop Grumman corporate headquarters in Bethesda, Virginia.

In the office of CEO Anselmo Truman.

There were people of all ages sitting there.

If you often watch TV news, you can see many familiar faces. Most of them are big business owners in Virginia, and there are also backbones of several well-known social groups. They are sitting here chatting with each other. The atmosphere is good. When Anselmo Truman hung up the phone.

A young man couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what do you think? Did that greedy German agree?"

Anselmo Truman raised his eyebrows. "Roberts, I've said it many times. Be civilized! Be polite! Be well-mannered! We are the Truman family. Even if they are enemies, we must address them by respectful names."

The young man opened his mouth and nodded dejectedly.

"Although Norman Schwarzkopf refused verbally, I could feel his heart beating. He needs the support of big business owners. He can't do without us. Even if there are regulations in the United States, we can find loopholes in them, and these loopholes are prepared for giant companies and families like us."

Hearing his words, everyone in the office cheered.

The young man from the Truman family also grinned and said, "So can we recruit people now?"

As he spoke, his eyes were shining, as if he had already seen that several surrounding states and economies were in the hands of him and others.

"Shut up! Don't talk."

Anselmo Truman shouted, and the other party immediately shut his mouth, but there was excitement in his eyes!

American royalty? ! !
Of course they don't want to be emperors, they want to be pawns behind America.

After all, monopoly business is the easiest to do.

Anselmo Truman smiled at the other people in the office, and everyone responded like a dog.

After Carter announced the start of the civil war in Virginia, a group of people in the state began to prepare to elect a leader. Among them, the CEO of Northrop Grumman, who was backed by a large company and a big family, naturally attracted everyone's attention.

This group of people are a pile of shit when they are together, and sparsely distributed when they are apart.

Don’t underestimate the shackles of capital! Bastard! ! ! !

"Roberts, open the red wine in my cabinet. I'm going to drink with you gentlemen today." Anselmo Truman waved his hand and said with some momentum.

The nephew responded happily.

He had just taken two steps when he heard a hurried knock on the door. A guest standing behind him stood up to open the door and saw Anselmo Truman's secretary rushing in with his eyes wide open. He was not paying attention when he ran in and his feet made a clanging sound.

Almost fell.

"In the afternoon, the northern Mexican theater suddenly raided the California region from Mexicali, Tijuana, Juarez and other places. It took 16 minutes to capture El Centro, 18 minutes to capture Buvar, and 42 minutes to capture Chula Vista, a city south of San Diego. The closest distance to San Diego is only 12 kilometers."

“California is in danger!!!”

The sound was so heart-wrenching that you could even see the tonsils in the throat.

Quiet!

Quiet as shit!

Everyone couldn't believe their ears.

Mexico?
Undeclared war, immediate end?
boom--

There was a loud banging sound, and everyone looked over to see Anselmo Truman smashing the ashtray in his hand heavily to the ground. His face turned red and then purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes quickly became bloodshot.

"Puff——"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Nephew Roberts exclaimed.

The whole office was in a panic.

More than just Virginia?

All the states in the United States that have not yet gained independence are in a panic!

This is equivalent to a giant beast invading this piece of cake, and you can't even let it fall.

Civil war, what is civil war?

That's us fighting internally, what are you Mexicans inserting?
1993 6 Month 17 Day.

That was three hours after the Northern Theater raid on California.

The Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs published "A Letter to the Conscience of America: Historical Justification of California's Sovereignty"!
Since the time of Cortes, this land bordering the Pacific Ocean to the west has been flowing with the blood of Nahuatl civilization.

When Spanish colonists established the San Diego Mission in 1769, the thirteen states of North America were still in their infancy. Mexico gained independence in 1821 and inherited a vast territory including the province of Upper California in accordance with international law. Its sovereignty documents have been recognized by many countries in the world and have full legal effect.

The border conflict deliberately provoked in 1846 was actually a carefully planned territorial grab by expansionists. The US military burned houses in the Battle of Monterrey and massacred civilians in Matamoros, trampling on international norms with the logic of conquerors.

The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1848 was actually a humiliating treaty - Mexico was forced to cede 55% of its territory under pressure from the army occupying its capital. The legality of such treaties has been questioned by the international legal community to this day.

The rancher system of Alta California gave birth to the unique Mestizo culture, and the Catholic saints and Indian totems in the murals of the Santa Barbara Mission Station still communicate with each other. Place names such as Los Angeles and San Francisco are like cultural genes engraved on the land, telling of the blood connection with the Mexican plateau.

Even after the treaty was signed, Anglo immigrants systematically expelled Latino residents through the Alien Miner Tax Act, forced the closure of Spanish schools, and maliciously distorted the land inheritance system. This policy of cultural erasure lasted for a hundred years, resulting in the legal rights of the indigenous people not being fully restored to this day.

According to Article 52 of the Vienna Convention on the Law of Treaties, a treaty concluded under the threat of force is void ab initio. We call on the international community to re-examine this "legal document" written by guns and support the establishment of a transnational historical investigation commission to restore the complete truth of the Mexican-American War. Let justice transcend time and space, and let the land return to its true cultural matrix.

Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs: California has belonged to Mexico since ancient times!
Mexican Ministry of Defense: We have the ability to defend our territorial integrity and national sovereignty.

Northern Theater Press Spokesperson: We are the dignity of Mexicans. We lost our land in the war and we will take it back from the war!
Victor wrote in Chinese on his social media: "From now on, the offense and defense are reversed. If the enemy can go, I can go too!"

His words instantly became a hot topic.

On the evening of June 6th, on a Korean variety show.

The host asked a military expert in front of the camera what he thought of this sudden action.

Are there any military experts here?

So advanced?

Isn't this just building a country on top of someone else's base?

The expert had a sly look on his face and said shamelessly, "What Victor said was actually a quote from the famous Korean general Yi Sun-sin during the Imjin War, when he fought against the Japanese invasion at Hansan Island. It's obvious that Victor is a loyal fan of Korean culture."

"I think that's why we can try to contact them to protect South Korea's interests and social status."

"Even! I think Victor has some of our blood in him. If you don't believe me, take a closer look."

The expert pointed at the photo of Victor that appeared on the screen and said, "That nose, that look, those pupils, it must be there!"

At that time, at least millions of people saw this conversation through the camera.

I was almost speechless.

On Mexico's largest social platform, many people mocked the expert.

Yi Sun-sin?
Even a dog would shake its head when hearing this name, so how could it say this sentence?

Victor's comments about being of Korean descent were also mocked, and everyone laughed at them.

Japan: "It seems that South Korea is ready to find a father again. If the American father doesn't work, then now it's time to find a Mexican father. The sliding kneel is first-class."

Chinese netizens: "Wrong, it was not Yi Sun-sin who said that, it was Gwangju savior Jeon Young-jung who said that."

As expected, China-Japan friendship relies on South Korea, and China-South Korea friendship relies on Japan.

Victor didn't have time to care about these irrelevant things.

After the attack on California, the office received a dozen calls.

This also includes California Governor Eguptos Ruiz.

But he answered none of them.

Fighting a war.

What are you doing? Are you slacking off?
He stayed in the secret command post of the Ministry of National Defense for a day and a night, sitting there, watching the staff transmit orders to the front line and deploy troops, and felt the adrenaline still rising.

Mainly because I was too excited.

"Boss, why don't you go to sleep?" Casare said when he saw how tired he looked.

"No, no, how are things going with the Black Panther Party?"

"No news has come yet."

Victor looked at his watch, his face calm, but Casare could sense his agitation.

According to the plan, after our side rushed into California, the Black Panther Party in Oakland quickly rose up in response to our side.

Is this called a guide party?
"Here it comes! There's news."

Just when Victor was feeling depressed, a staff officer rushed in through the door, shouting, "The Black Panther Party has taken over the Oakland TV station and is giving a speech."

"Push the TV over here quickly." shouted a colonel from the General Staff.

The TV was pushed over from next door.

When you turn on the Oakland Channel, you will see the background gradually turning blue, and the new leader of the Black Panther Party: Zephaniah Westbrook is sitting in front of the camera.

No one knows when television stations became the preferred target for uprisings, coups, or terrorist attacks.

Zephaniah Westbrook, wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, had his hands crossed and his elbows resting on the table.

“The People’s Revolutionary Manifesto:

To the oppressed, the working class and all awakening fighters
Brothers! Sisters! The noose of imperialism and racial capitalism has been tightened around our throats for too long! When the bullets of white supremacy tear apart our communities, when hunger in the ghettos gnaws at the backs of our children, when the prison industrial complex forges our youth into slavery - we no longer pray for justice! We declare: the time for revolution has come!!!

"Hear this truth:

Armed self-defense is our sacred right! When police batons and tear gas become "laws" and when the robes of the KKK wander in the dark night, our hands holding the rifles will never tremble. We are not thugs, we are the people's patrol!

Capitalism is a blood-sucking parasite! The pigs on Wall Street grow fat on our hard labor, and the landlords in the slums squeeze out the last penny. We demand: housing belongs to the occupants! Factories belong to the workers! Land belongs to the tillers!
Smash the fake "democracy"! The two-party scam is nothing more than a slaveholder and executioner taking turns to be the boss. We reject the shackles in the ballot box - the real power is in the streets, in the communities, and in the clenched fists of the people!
Solidarity with the oppressed around the world! From Vietnam to South Africa, from Harlem to Palestine, we are connected by blood with all fighters against imperialism. The fall of a colonizer is the clarion call for freedom for all mankind! "

The black panther's claws are out! From the streets of Oakland to the rooftops of Harlem, the proletariat's bayonets are pointed at the heart of the oppressor! We demand not just bread, but the factory that bakes bread! Not just a shack, but the human right to land and housing!

It's not just empty votes, but a revolutionary regime that holds life and death in its hands!
Hear this iron truth:

Immediately disband the police force that murders black people.

Capitalists must pay compensation to those they have robbed.

All political prisoners should be released immediately
Land, factories and education belong to the people!
Those traitors who preach "nonviolence" are nothing but the mouthpieces of white supremacy! When slave owners crack the whip, do we have to turn the other cheek? No! Malcolm X's bullet has long exposed this lie - revolutionary violence is the only disinfectant to eliminate oppression!
White workers! The sweat you shed on the assembly lines is as bitter as the blood we shed in the picking gardens.

Smash the poisonous arrows of racism, and the unity of the proletariat will erupt like a volcano! Latino brothers, Asian sisters, indigenous warriors - all those who are trampled under the feet of the empire, unite!
Final warning: Any bullet fired to suppress the people will detonate the detonator of revolution. We can either die as freedom fighters or live as slaves.

And Black Panther chose the former!
Cleanse the old world with fire!! All power belongs to the people!
—Black Panther Party Revolutionary Committee.

Writing a hymn to life on the corpse of capitalism!!!

"Excellent! Excellent!" Victor couldn't help but applaud when he saw this. "Who wrote this copy???"

"Zephaniah Westbrook wrote it himself. We were originally planning to ghostwrite it, but he felt that the indignation of the Black Panther Party should come from his own pen." Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener said nearby, also clapping his hands gently, his eyes full of admiration for Zephaniah Westbrook.

He is much better than the previous Eldridge Cleaver who only knew how to eat, drink, play, and extort money.

This is what comrades on the road of travel are like.

"March! March! Liberate California! Take back our land!"

(End of this chapter)