Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 582: Kill the master with random punches!
San Diego is an important northern city of Mexico City.

The three-in-one anti-missile attack on the sea, ground and air has been prepared long ago. There is also an E-3 early warning aircraft flying in the sky, scanning the surroundings. Its detection range for low-flying targets is more than 320 kilometers. If it is at medium or high distances, it will be even farther.

So when the US military launched 10 Tomahawks from the Oregon Naval Base in Portland and military aircraft boats sailing in the Pacific, they were quickly captured.

Quickly passed to the theater air defense command behind Tijuana.

"Commander, news came from E-3, Sentry 01 (code name), Missile Launch (has been launched), Grid DH-38 (geographic coordinate grid position of the missile target), Heading 270 (indicates that the missile's flight direction is 270 degrees due west) Mach 2.7! (2.7 times the speed of sound)"!
"Activate Defense No. 4!" Air Defense Force Commander Albert Kesselring gave the order decisively.

"understand!"

The news from the theater air defense command was quickly transmitted to various combat divisions.

Four F4s quickly took off from the San Diego military airport.

Following the coordinates provided by the E-3 early warning aircraft, we crossed into California and encountered a low-flying Tomahawk on the radar overhead!
Of course not with the naked eye...

It can be seen with the naked eye that he had been beaten a long time ago.

After the radar is locked, the AIM-120 medium-range air-to-air missile is quickly launched to form the first defense.

woo-

Shhhhhhh—

The 14 Tomahawk missiles were very fast and exploded from all directions, but the AIM-120 medium-range air-to-air missiles were even faster, reaching a speed of Mach 4. Two of them caught up with the Tomahawks, hit their sides, and exploded in the air.

The dark clouds in the sky were shattered!
But only two were shot down, and the remaining 12 continued to bombard San Diego.

The air defense missile battalion stationed on the side of the Grande River is equipped with the US military's latest "Patriot" anti-missile system. Well... the US military does not have many sets yet, Mexico got there first.

Cruise missiles below 40 kilometers can basically be targeted.

This is the second chain. After passing through it and entering the city of San Diego, there are S-300 air defense missiles deployed, the third level of interception.

What remains are ground-based anti-aircraft guns.

Four layers of defense!

I just don't believe you can get through it?

Although I believe in my own defense, I still quickly sounded the air defense when the battle axe attacked...

Woo woo woo—

"Hurry! The elderly, the weak, women and children, go to the air-raid shelter."

The police and the National Guard maintained order on the ground, shouting on the main roads with loud speakers. A police inspector saw a young man running to the front, pointed at him and cursed, "Go to the back! The elderly, the weak, women and children are given priority!"

The young man who was being pointed at didn't care at all and just rushed forward.

The policeman nearby went up and pinned him to the ground, beating him up!
"According to the Mexican Emergency Law, Mexican citizens and foreign populations must obey government arrangements. If necessary, martial law can be implemented in war zones!"

After being beaten, the young man was hung directly on the police car next to him. Hey, guess what, the team became very orderly.

Of course, some people went to the air-raid shelter, but others didn't take it seriously.

Tijuana is an important border city, but the locals are relatively calm, just like the people of Sichuan who cannot run away if it is a big earthquake, but don’t need to run away if it is a small earthquake.

Even on the top of a tall building, there was a group of people watching with binoculars.

call out-

The sound of sonic boom overhead made everyone look up, and they saw three fighter jets rushing towards the distant sky.

"It's the F22!"

Some military fans couldn't help but wave.

"So beautiful."

"Look at that streamline. It makes me drool."

"Of course. That's the world's first fifth-generation aircraft. Do you know what a fifth-generation aircraft is? It uses a new nozzle steering technology or jet control surface technology to achieve vector thrust. It has stronger high-angle-of-attack maneuverability and nose-mounted rapid pointing capability. It also has beyond-visual-range air combat capability and stealth capability!"

The military fan explained it very professionally, but when he saw the confused look on his colleague's face, he was suddenly confused. "Uh... it means it's awesome. The U.S. military doesn't have it now. To be frank, we have no rivals anywhere in the world."

"What about the French gusts?" a colleague asked.

"Don't try to trick industrial waste, the Indian Tejas is more awesome than it." said a military fan disdainfully.

???

"Stop talking, look! Anti-aircraft missiles!" someone else pointed and shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw missiles in the air heading towards the distance, forming a defense net in the sky.

The incoming Tomahawk cruise missile was hit...

boom boom boom…

Explosions suddenly sounded one after another in the sky, but there were always some that slipped through the net and escaped from the anti-aircraft missiles.

The ground-based air defense weapons began to automatically lock onto the target. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…

No matter how powerful a weapon is, it cannot withstand the suppression of numbers...

There are only 14 battle axes in total, and it is extremely difficult to pass through four defense systems.

The United States invited all residents of Tijuana to watch a "spark feast", but it was at night.

“Oh, yeah!!!”

Looking at the explosion point in the sky, the people below whistled and cheered.

Reporters from various countries wearing bulletproof vests broadcast this scene live in every corner...

Someone sounded a little disappointed.

Indian reporters excitedly chattered in front of the camera, and no one knew what they were saying.

The Korean reporters next to him looked at him as if he were a fool and moved aside for fear of being contaminated by the "cause and effect".

Mexican journalists are connecting...

"What's the situation at the scene? Is anyone injured?" asked the host.

The war reporter at the scene had a serious expression. He looked around and nodded vigorously. "There are people injured at the scene. The most seriously injured person I can see has... a cramp in the neck. I raised my head for too long and got a cramp."

The host in the studio was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"I think the United States is still treating Mexico like Iraq. Times have changed, sir. Times are different. Americans are not the only ones who can play with information technology. Americans are too proud and always think that others are cavemen."

The US-Mexico conflict is being broadcast around the world.

Mexico's trinity defense shocked all military experts.

"Mexico has entered the ranks of modern super military powers"!
6 month 22 day.

In Mexico City, Victor signed an agreement to award the Air Defense Force the honorary title of "Imperial Iron Wall", and awarded the Air Defense Force Commander Albert Kesselring the highest level of the Knight's Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds, as well as the First Class Order of the Mexican Empire.

The 336th Army Division of the 435th Army, which was the first to enter San Diego and Oceanside, was awarded the "First Class Merit for the Whole Army", and the division commander Theodor Eicke was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords and the Imperial Order of Merit First Class.

Circulate in the news media and on television broadcasts, calling on the entire team to learn from them.

This made the officers and soldiers below red-eyed.

In addition to the increase in bonuses at the end of the year, the most important thing is honor. Think about it, when the whole army is competing, you are carrying a certain company or a certain regiment, while others are carrying a first-class meritorious division. How would you feel? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

"Boss, this is a great idea of ​​yours. I have received calls from the Eastern Theater Commander Guderian, the Southern Theater Commander Erich Falkenhayn, and the Western Theater Commander Alexievich Brusilov, hoping to transfer troops to the front line. They even sent me letters of request to fight." Casare said with a wry smile.

"Looks like they all have blood in their veins!"

"Isn't that great? You call them back, they'll be useful to you, especially Guderian, who is close to the US-Mexico border and is worried about not having a war. Just don't give me diarrhea when the time comes."

Victor's voice was a little hoarse. He hadn't had a good rest recently and had a cold.

"It's only two days until the 25th, Boss. If Paul Constantine Stuart hasn't made a decision, are we really not going to Austin?"

“Why would you go to a dangerous place?”

"I don't want to have a meeting inside and then a group of people rush in with explosives. I heard that there is some instability in Texas?"

Casare nodded. "A group called the Song of Freedom has been making trouble in Dallas under the banner of 'Liberty or Ashes— We Rise from the Flames!' They specialize in kidnapping corporate executives, extorting large amounts of money, and have had many conflicts with local police. Those business owners and farmers demanded that the Republic of Texas follow the United States' 'freedom protection' policy and allow them to recruit their own soldiers..." Victor was fine when he heard the first part, but he understood it instantly when he heard the second part.

"I think those business owners and farmers are really dishonest. They are nurturing the enemy to protect themselves. The freedom song must be supported by these people!"

"There are more than 60 influential companies and farmers in Texas, and each of them has 1000 soldiers, that's !"

"It would be easy for 60,000 people to overthrow Paul Constantine Stuart, whether they go south, north, or from within."

Victor sneered and narrowed his eyes, "It is true that evildoers emerge in troubled times!"

"They want to establish their own regime?" Casare reacted instantly.

"There are those who only want to make money! There are also those who want to be rich and powerful! Wasn't the United States itself founded by British rapists and bandits? If they are whitewashed, they are called a country, but if they are not whitewashed, aren't they just bandits? When they establish their own regime, capital will become more prominent."

"American products are flooding the black market right now!"

Casare immediately shut his mouth.

He thought of the director of the Mexican Immigration Bureau: Joseph Fouché had complained to him that after the civil unrest in the United States began, border smuggling cases increased sharply!
Daily necessities were smuggled in from Mexico, while Americans sold weapons.

The border is too long!

An ordinary M16 costs about $1000 in the United States, but if you transport it to a Mexican border city, the price will increase by 3 times, and if you enter Mexico City, it will increase by 6 times!
Although Victor has a reputation for being a vicious person, there are still many desperate criminals who are willing to sacrifice their lives for money.

As a result, the crime rate in some southern cities has also increased significantly.

Canada next door is even worse...

At home, they enjoy the Indians shitting on the beach, but abroad they are too panicked to take sides, making the country a mess.

"Then Intel has entered Belize..."

Victor knew what he wanted to say, so he smiled and said, "Have you ever played Warhammer 40K? It's a British game."

Casare shook his head.

"In the game, big companies control the world. They divide people into different classes. The poor use their lives to create value, while the rich enjoy life. This is even more bloody and will only lead to wars and riots. Capital enjoys profits from it and never cares about anyone's life or death. So, we can use it, but we have to put it in a cage."

“Belize is their base for development, but also a cage that imprisons them!”

Casare understood and got back to business, "Then the Republic of Texas won't last long. Do we still want him to be the leader of the anti-American alliance?"

"Waste can always be used, so let him be the first to do so."

"If he doesn't want to put the place in Mexico, we don't have to go."

"Would Paul Constantine Stuart have any objection?"

Victor waved his hand. "Bramo has to pass on all the messages. They don't dare to talk to me. They keep their opinions to themselves."

I’m afraid he’ll get hurt.

thump thump—

Just when the two were chatting happily, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Confidential Secretary Martin Bowman walked in. "Sir, the latest news from the military is that two F-117A Nighthawks and three F3s from New Mexico broke through the airspace of Chihuahua State and encountered three of our F-16Es on routine patrol over Juarez, and an exchange of fire occurred."

"What's the situation?"

"We destroyed one F-117A, damaged another, bombed an F16, and one of our own planes was shot down. The pilot parachuted and was rescued."

“New Mexico.”

Victor frowned, "This is going to cause trouble."

"Which unit is stationed in Juarez?"

"The 5th Army of the 179th Army of the Eastern Theater." Casare said quickly, so quickly that the confidential secretary next to him couldn't help but look at him.

In order to remember the jurisdiction of each unit and make it easier for the boss to ask questions, Fatty Ka recites them day and night. Do you think it's easy to be a henchman?

"Otto Moritz Walter Model?"

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard about this unit, "I remember he still has a punishment hanging on his body, right?"

Casare and Martin Baumann looked at each other and said, "Yes."

"During the Soto La Marina landing, he was still the division commander at that time. He performed very well in defending the US troops. I was ready to give him a personal honorary title, but then the "military corruption" incident happened. I still remember it very clearly. After this incident, the 179th Division's first-class merit award was suspended, and he was also punished. They must be very resentful, right?"

No one dared to answer this question.

"If it were me, I would also blame him. It's human nature. I fought for my life to get here. How can I not have any credit or hard work?"

Victor muttered to himself, picked up the cigarette on the table, squinted his eyes, and said, "Call the headquarters of the 179th Army. I want to talk to Otto Moritz Walter Model."

"Yes!"

Confidential secretary Martin hurried to make arrangements.

...

in Juarez, Chihuahua.

Otto Moritz Walter Model was listening to his subordinate's report with his hands behind his back and a serious expression. Then he heard a knock on the door and a staff officer pushed the door open.

"Didn't I tell you not to interrupt during the meeting?"

The school officers present all looked at the captain, who was sweating all over. "Captain, the phone number is from Mexico City. The Führer wants to speak to you."

Otto Moritz Walter Model jumped up and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He ran out of the office in a hurry.

Captain Staff: ????

He ran back to the office, took a deep breath, calmed down his disordered breath, picked up the phone, "Führer—"

"Otto, are you scolding your subordinates again?"

"No no."

"You are too strict. You need to get along with your comrades and not go too far." Victor said a few words in a subtle way and then went straight to the point. "I heard that there are signs of mobilization of troops in New Mexico?"

"Yes, according to my intelligence, about 27 people from the 150th Special Operations Wing and the 6000th Special Operations Wing are moving towards the border..."

"Fight back!" Victor said firmly.

"I have suspended the 179th Division's first-class merit awards and also given you a disciplinary action. Are you still feeling very silent in your heart?"

"Don't dare—"

"Don't dare or can't? Don't be so subtle. I'll give you a chance now. I'll order the 179th Army to take the initiative and counterattack into New Mexico. It's better to be proactive than to be passive!"

"I will give Guderian orders to cooperate with you."

? ?! Military district commander cooperates with army chief? ? ? ?

"As long as you win the first battle, I will return all your merits and 179 first-class merits to you."

Otto Moritz Walter Model's breathing suddenly quickened and he swallowed. "Führer, are you serious?"

"Am I calling you to joke?"

"Just tell me, do you have this confidence?"

"We guarantee to complete the mission. The 179th Army will always be the vanguard of the Mexican Army!"

Victor on the other side was very satisfied, but still said, "Don't shout slogans too loudly. I will give you the greatest autonomy. You can pull the battle line to New Mexico. If you can't do a good job, I will withdraw you."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Otto Moritz Walter Model's eyes were shining, and he walked out and shouted, "Order all division commanders to the conference room for a meeting!"

"Twenty minutes less, go feed the pigs."

……

(End of this chapter)