Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 580 Look, you are double-standard again! Bah! American!
Santa Clara, California.

This should be the core area of ​​Silicon Valley.

Here you can see many world-renowned industries.

For example, HP, Qualcomm, Oracle, etc. are very typical "financial centers". Once the industry here collapses, the world will shake.

But when Mexico suddenly attacked California, the situation became more and more panicky.

San Diego is only 600 kilometers away from Santa Clara. That means it only takes 30 minutes for a fighter jet to fly there, and a medium-range missile can be fired in one go, providing full coverage.

How can these big capitalists not panic?
The first one who couldn't hold back was Intel, which had been flirting with Mexico for a long time.

"Make me a cup of coffee, please."

Victor walked into the room next to the command room and spoke politely to the secretary.

"Would you like some sugar, sir?"

"Give me a spoonful."

Victor is relatively kind to the secretaries around him, but if any minister does something wrong, he will spray them like a hair dryer so hard that the other person dares not even look up.

History has fully demonstrated that when a common man is angry, blood will splatter five steps away.

How did Emperor Taizong of Northern Qi, Gao Cheng, die?

It was because he was killed by his own chef.

Victor looked at his watch and thought it was about time, so he asked Casare to take the phone. "Hello, Mr. Gordon, good evening."

"Good evening, Victor...Führer." Gordon Moore, Intel's chief scientist and founder, was in his office opposite. He put down his glasses and looked at the moon outside the window. His eyes were cloudy and his tone was calm. "The moon is so round tonight."

Victor on the other end was about to laugh.

You are pretending to be a cool mom.

Intel's stock price is booming!
You should say the moon is red, just like your stocks. (Red means US stocks are falling).

You acted so calm that I didn't feel "forced". He was very direct and frank, "Did you come to me just to talk about this? I'm sorry, I have to continue to be busy. My chief of staff suggested that I go straight to Huanglong and fight my way into San Francisco. Maybe it won't be long before we can meet."

Gordon Moore raised his eyebrows. Although he knew that the other party was talking nonsense, how could such a thing be said so openly?

But he also understood what Victor meant, which was simply:
Me coming by myself and you coming by yourself are two different things!
Of course Intel can go to Europe, and European countries welcome them, but do you think those bandits are good people? They will eat your bones when the time comes?

Gordon Moore might be walking down the street in Paris and a black man would jump out and stab him.

Although Victor is domineering, he still has good credibility.

Look at Angel Ureña and Rich Miller. The latter is the vice president of the Mexican Special Police Academy and director of the Operations Bureau of the Ministry of Police. This is real power!
Much more awesome than the Director of the Secret Service.

When I started to explore the world, I suddenly felt that the world was so vast.

"I want to talk to you about the specifics of Intel's headquarters moving to Belize."

You, this kind of name has come out.

The other party spoke very frankly, and I have to say that the psychological construction was quite smooth.

"No problem, but I think Belize is more suitable to become the second Silicon Valley. What do you think?"

Gordon Moore was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure I can convince other companies."

"Mexico and the People's Union will invest more than 2000 billion riyals in Belize over the next five years to expand the airport and port terminals, and provide subsidies to local companies. We want to build it into a special economic zone. As long as you can attract companies, the position of the first district chief will be yours."

Don't talk too much to capitalists...

Just use money to attack!
American companies suffered almost halving losses due to the civil war. For example, Intel's market value was 1992 billion US dollars in 1600, but now it is only 700 billion. In addition, because of the war, foreign investors withdrew due to political and economic uncertainties, resulting in a decrease in demand for the domestic currency and a decline in the exchange rate. The US dollar exchange rate continued to fall.

The current ratio with the Mexican Riyal is: 1.3:1!

It's almost equal.

How can these people not panic?
Of course, this does not mean that civil war will lead to financial collapse. The United States can still hold on, but the capitalists cannot.

钱…

My money!

Gordon Moore perked up, "I'll try my best."

"Looking forward to your good news."

beep-

Hearing the busy tone, Gordon Moore, 63 years old, felt tired. He started smoking. He hadn't smoked for a long time and felt very confused.

"America...how did it become so lax?!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor spread his hands to Casare and said, "See, capitulationism is also prevalent in the United States. As long as they can make a dollar, they have no determination to burn their boats and perish together."

“Capital has always had its barbarity and its weakness.”

"Boss, are you really going to give him the position of the first director of the Belize Special Economic Zone?" Casare asked directly, "The Americans can't be trusted."

"Once they enter our territory, whether it is round or flat, isn't it our decision? If he knows what's good for him, then we can all make money together, and it can also increase our employment rate and improve technological innovation. But if he doesn't know what's good for him..."

Victor snorted twice, "Let him know what the iron fist of tyranny is!"

"Tell Goering that nothing must happen in Belize. The local public security must be well controlled. The house must be cleaned up to welcome new guests."

"it is good."

Casare responded, and when the two were about to leave the room, they saw Martin, the confidential secretary, knocking on the door with a cell phone, "Mr. Bramo."

???

Victor was stunned. Did something happen?
He quickly took the phone and spoke.

Bramo on the other side had nothing important to say. He chatted about family matters in a leisurely tone and asked about Belsaria's due date.

But Victor knew it wasn't because of these little things.

Sure enough, after a few pleasantries, the other party spoke: "Paul Constantine Stuart called me and scolded me for not telling him about the military operation in Mexico."

"He felt that this had heightened the situation and that he should have been informed."

Victor laughed at this, "Why didn't he come to me and ask?"

"He didn't dare."

There's really no way to refute this reason.

"And what does he mean?"

"He feels that since the anti-Pentagon coalition is led by him, his opinions should be listened to. He feels that Mexico's undeclared war is a violation of the alliance."

"So he wants to kick me out?"

Bramo: "No, he wants to hold the alliance ceremony as soon as possible. I think he is worried that you will be the only one to take the spotlight, and he will not be on camera at that time."

"When Paul Constantine Stuart was in school, he loved to wear his red suit, red socks, and red shoes every day. He liked to be noticed."

Bramo seemed very professional. "I think he has histrionic traits. He is sensitive to immediate feedback and may feel anxious or lost if ignored."

It's just like when a kid took off his pants and ran away when he didn't get his parents' attention.

"What a naive child."

Victor shook his head, but now he also needed the other party to take the lead, so of course he was willing to give him some tolerance, "When does he want to hold it?"

"Today is the 19th, and he wants to hold the league in Austin, Texas, on his birthday, June 6th."

"So anxious? What about safety? Can he guarantee it? I don't want my people to be shot after they get there."

At this point, Bramo stopped talking, mainly because he couldn't make any guarantees.

"Tell him to come to Tijuana. If that doesn't work, go to Juarez across the border. If he wants to perform, I'll set up the stage for him. Texas is too dangerous right now."

"Okay, I'll tell him right away." "Well, give me the news as soon as possible."

Victor pressed his phone and said to Casare and his confidential secretary Martin, who were both stunned, "Mr. Paul Constantine Stuart is like a baby still breastfeeding. Maybe he is wearing diapers right now."

Casare laughed as he reviewed it, and the sound was all "quack quack quack", just like Donald Duck, but what he actually wanted to say was, "His mother has no breasts."

...

It was around 6 a.m. on June 19th.

After a 336-minute rest, the 435th Army Division of the Mexican 30th Army quickly pursued!
Take Highway 1 South towards Oceanside!

Looking from the sky, there are countless vehicles stuck on the road.

A large truck in front overturned, blocking the road directly.

We have to criticize the US military here.

Can't you just run away to save your life?
This is so different from South Korea. They can run from Seoul to Pyongyang with just a pair of legs. Their escape skills must be amazing.

If Lieutenant General Walker had not taken the car, he might still be alive.

It's fine if you say you want to escape, but at least the troops behind you should stay on guard. There's nothing... Everyone just runs for their own.

This is bound to go wrong!

really…

In the dark night, someone on the radio channel shouted:
"They are chasing us! The Mexicans are chasing us, run!"

Oh open!

Now it’s good, the whole army has heard it.

The American soldiers behind hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the roadside, trying to drive over it, with rapid horn sounds accompanied by curses.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Can't you see it? It's the divisional car!" A black American soldier stuck his head out and shouted, patting the car body hard, "Make way!"

But everyone is running for their lives now, who will care about you?

The furious black officer pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the air.

boom--

I don’t know how this “Ni Ge”’s head grew?
Can I shoot at this time?

The road was so wide and you were shooting, and the people nearby were unable to stop you.

It exploded immediately.

The nervous American troops suddenly suffered a major collapse.

The radio was filled with the voices of grassroots cadres, and as for senior cadres...

He fled by helicopter a long time ago.

buzzing-

In the distance, the sound of propellers vibrated, and the alarm lights kept flashing...

The three AH-64 attack helicopters belonging to the Northern Theater Air Force were originally assigned to the pursuit mission. After seeing the huge collapse, how could they let go?

There is an M-230E-1 30mm single-barreled chain gun installed under the nose!

roar--

The M-789 high-explosive armor-piercing dual-purpose anti-personnel rounds are specially designed to penetrate the relatively weak sides and top of light armored vehicles or main battle tanks, with a human killing radius of about 5m! !
This call...

Massacre!
Let’s be honest…

Apache is truly the best in the world!

Especially with the missiles hanging on it, if a tank company encounters it, they can basically just wait for death.

And here are three!

The moment the bullets slanted down, they tore many people apart!
puff-

An unlucky American soldier was hit in the head by a big shrapnel and it exploded instantly. The people around him were also affected by the shrapnel. Basically... there were no casualties, all dead.

The pools of blood and flesh on the ground told everyone the cruelty of war!
"No more fighting! No more fighting! I surrender!!"

A fat man wearing glasses, who couldn't even put on a helmet, was kneeling on the ground, holding a gun in his hand and crying bitterly. The snot had gotten into his mouth and he looked very pitiful.

Scared to the point of peeing...

shhhhh--

The Apache overhead was not seen at all, and the pilot launched a Sea Serpent-70 rocket to bombard the area below.

One of them happened to fall next to the little fat man, boom——

The man, weighing nearly 200 kilograms, was instantly blown two meters away by the shock wave. He vomited blood, his legs were blown off, his lips moved slightly, and he died instantly.

The Apache squad received the message to clear their ammunition.

After firing dozens of shells and thousands of bullets, they sped away.

“Ah! Ah!! Ah!!”

An American major with red eyes collapsed on the ground, looking at the hellish scene, "Devil! Victor is the devil!"

"Beast! He is a beast!"

The U.S. military…

It turns out that he can scream too.

When they launched wars against other countries, they were all laughing and joking.

Why aren't you smiling now?
In addition to war atrocities, the US military has committed countless rapes, robberies, and murders in many countries.

I don’t know what kind of people worship the US military.

Isn't this worshiping the robber?

But it's also quite double-standard. You see, now that we've been swept into this state by the Apaches, we blame the Mexicans.

Tsk tsk tsk…

Just be more careful in your next life.

When the American major saw the miserable battlefield, he couldn't help himself and stuffed the pistol in his hand into his mouth.

The back of the head split open.

His body was still twitching as he fell to the ground.

He looked at the moon in the sky...

Slowly closed his eyes.

Less than 5 kilometers away from the scene is Oceanside, where the sounds of gunfire, artillery fire and screams could be heard.

There were already about 2200 defeated soldiers, two reserve divisions, and a local National Guard regiment, with a total of more than 2 people, but they did not dare to attack or even check.

The whole city huddled like a quail.

Some people suggested going to provide support, but they were all rejected by Oceanside's front-line commander, Nidhogg Francis.

Oh, he's the son-in-law of Defense Secretary Norman Schwarzkopf.

Fuck!
Another relative.

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(End of this chapter)