Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 586 You can say that Eagle Sauce is bad, but you can’t say that he is a loser!

Casare saw his boss step back, confused and at a loss for words.

But suddenly Victor pointed at the bodyguard at the door and said, "Catch him!"

Gerard Meyer's face changed.

The other Secret Service bodyguards were stunned. The first one to run over was Casare. He hugged the other person and pressed him to the ground with his strong "weight". The bodyguards who reacted immediately pressed him down.

"Sir! Sir! What's the matter?"

Victor waved his hand and said to Rochus Misch, the accompanying deputy director of the Secret Service and close bodyguard, "Check his bank account. Also, how about arresting Maxim and Vincent, two Secret Service employees?"

Rochus Misch looked unhappy. He seemed to understand something and his eyelids jumped. "I'm on vacation..."

"Arrest them. They are conspiring to kidnap me. Investigate thoroughly."

Victor said expressionlessly to Martin, his confidential secretary, "Switch to plan number two."

The other party was also at a loss, and immediately responded when he heard the leader's words.

Gerard Meyer's face turned pale as he begged loudly, "Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me once, just forgive me once!"

Rochus Misch, the deputy director of the Secret Service, kicked him in the chin so viciously that you could hear the sound of bones breaking. He shouted angrily, "Take him away, take him away."

What is the slogan of the Secret Service: "Everything is loyal to the Führer!"

He couldn't believe that there was actually a traitor.

Victor's expression remained calm. When the bulletproof Hummer of Plan No. 2 drove over, he got in directly. Just as Rochus Misch was about to catch up, Casare held the door and raised his chin slightly, "You examine it carefully."

"Yes!" Rochus Misch felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that his leader was very unhappy. There was actually a traitor in his group? ?

The most important thing is that I didn’t know it, but it was discovered by the Führer!
That means the Führer also has a "source of intelligence" that he and others are unaware of.

He stood there and watched the convoy leave, then walked back with gritted teeth, grabbed Girard Meyer's hair, and his eyes flashed with ferocity, "Girard, you know the department's methods, you decide for yourself, or I'll do it!"

The other person's face turned pale, and he lay on the ground and vomited everything.

"I lost a lot of money in stock trading, plus gambling, I... I am desperate!" The other party shouted miserably, raised his head, his jaw twisted, and his whole body was in tears and snot, "Director, Director, please spare my life, please spare my life."

Rochus Misch and the Secret Service employees next to him were stunned!
Gambling dogs are like drug dogs...

It’s impossible to change!

One jumped off a building, the other died of drug use. The largest casino distribution centers in Mexico are Guadalajara and Mexicali, both of which have gambling licenses issued by the government. Every day, people jump off from the buildings...

Let’s talk about stock trading…

This thing is really murderous. Many units strictly prohibit stock speculation because they are afraid that you will lose your mind. For example, if a pilot sees that his plate is green, will you fly the plane into the ground? ? ? ?

There have also been many cases in European armies where people have given up and started killing innocent people because of failed stock investments, gambling debts, etc.

There are many such things.

Rochus Misch just couldn't understand why this happened in his own department. "Shame on you! Shame on you! Take him away, take him away. I feel sick just by looking at him."

He paused, "Your life will be decided by the Führer!"

Two employees grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down.

"Everyone else, follow me and capture the other two traitors."

...

Inside the Hummer, Casare and his confidential secretary Martin Bowman did not dare to breathe and sat there restlessly.

"A stricter review mechanism should be introduced within the civil service and the military to strictly prohibit any personnel involved in classified information from speculating in stocks, gambling, engaging in business, and for their immediate family members from engaging in commercial activities."

After a while, Victor finally spoke. He turned his head, his eyes blazing with fire. "We can rely on victory to gain the respect of the troops, and we can rely on drug eradication and crime prevention to gain the support of the people, but the people of the vested interests will always be slowly corrupted by greed!"

It’s the same old saying…

Should we develop the economy first, or should we pursue developmentalism first?
Victor didn't know how others would choose, but he still chose the former. It was different in Mexico. You said that people had a hard life, and that was true. After all, drug dealers were rampant in the old society. But the funds were flowing, and basic social circulation would not be reduced.

If you let him pursue ideology first and then the economy...

Nearly 2 million Mexicans are not vegetarians.

Mexico has its own national conditions!

It has been severely corrupted by the United States.

Casare nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the bad intentions came out of this kid. He lowered his voice and said, "Boss, do you want to use this incident as an example to scare the monkeys?"

Victor's left eye twitched, "What do you mean?"

"The news that the U.S. military has captured Ojinaga cannot be hidden. People will definitely be uneasy, especially the big entrepreneurs who are discussing relocation with us, and the ethnic minorities in Chiapas and other places. They will definitely cause trouble."

"Instead of this, why don't we take the initiative?"

"Find someone from a Belizean company and kill him to show off his power. Then we can accuse him of being fickle and trying to collude with internal rebels to attack you. We can use this excuse to further tighten the pockets of those capitalists. For example, the state can further control their shares or send economic personnel to serve as deputy general managers to fully integrate these big business owners into the Mexican system."

Use borrowed means to expand the scope of attack.

This is a common political tactic...

But Victor glanced at Casare.

dirty!
It’s so dirty!
"Alei!"

Casare was confused. When did he have such a name? But whatever the boss called him was the right thing to do. Even if his name was Jesus, he would change it to Jehovah tomorrow.

"I was very innocent when I met you before..."

Fatty Ka almost said, "Isn't this what the boss taught us?"

Fortunately, he stopped himself before opening his mouth and immediately changed his words, "In this treacherous and ever-changing situation, I need to improve in order to help the boss."

!!!

Once again, applause to Casare for his wit.

Martin Bauman, the confidential secretary sitting next to him, looked at him as if he were a god, and told him to study hard.

"This matter must be controlled within a certain scope and cannot be expanded. But remember, don't provoke the rebellious psychology of those capitalists."

Casare smiled and shook his head, "Boss, don't worry, capital is very weak. Even if we come to bully them, they won't fight us if they have a way to survive. If they accept their fate, we will leave some shares for them. If they don't, we will cut them off. They won't be too united. If the market can be united, the whole world would have been capitalism long ago."

What he said is a bit perverse.

Victor nodded and looked out the window again.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to give those capitalists a way out…

But know how bloody and dirty they are.

The bureaucratic capital group, with Washington at its core, includes politicians, the military-industrial complex, and the families of high-ranking officials. They use legislation, lobbying, and nepotism to turn public resources into private gains. Military spending exceeds $8000 billion a year, and war has become a tool for them to make money. The ruins of Iraq and Afghanistan are piled with dollars. The hereditary nature of power is becoming more and more obvious, and the Bush family and the Clinton family are just the tip of the iceberg. They monopolize in the name of "democracy", and the people's votes are just a fig leaf for their legitimacy.

Financial oligarchs, such as Wall Street giants, JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, etc., use capital as a knife to cut the world's wealth. In the 2008 financial crisis, they created a bubble but taxpayers paid for it, privatized profits, and socialized risks. The Federal Reserve transfused them, printing trillions of dollars a year, and inflation squeezed the bottom, while the huge profits in the stock market and the housing market went to them. Financial capital does not produce, but only speculates, and the real economy has been eaten away by it.

The two are closely connected, with bureaucrats paving the way for finance and finance losing profits to bureaucrats, together building the iron curtain of the "1%". The American dream stops here, and the fate of the country depends on this group of people. Whether they can get rid of corruption and short-sightedness will determine whether their hegemony will collapse.

Now that these companies are "forced" to enter Belize, they will definitely use some despicable means to win over politicians and public opinion in an attempt to re-establish a "small capitalist country" here, thereby subverting the country that Victor had worked so hard to establish.

This is absolutely not allowed!
Wasn't the late Ming Dynasty defeated by a group of southern gentry interest groups headed by Donglin? They could also be said to be early capitalism.

“Mexico cannot be Mexican-American.”

He murmured to himself.

He has a golden finger, but a golden finger cannot change people's hearts.

The convoy drove to the foot of Mount Tepeya.

As soon as he stopped, Army Chief Sigmut List came to greet him at the door and opened it.

"The Führer."

Victor nodded and walked inside, with a group of people following closely behind him.

"Any latest news from the front?"

“奥希纳加被攻破后不到半小时，美军第1骑兵师的第1装甲旅级战斗队绰号“枪骑兵”的第5骑兵团第2营以及绰号“种马”的第8骑兵团第2营合计大约120辆坦克和装甲车顺着新墨西哥州一路南下，打击我部位于十号公路的拉斯克鲁塞斯，要切断我们两个336军两个师的后路，想要把我们一口吞掉。”

In fact, Chihuahua originally had more than just the 179th Army, there were also two divisions of the 336th Army. When Mexico raided California, in order to open up the front line and achieve strategic goals, the two divisions rushed into the United States.

Now they want to cut off your tail end and devour your two divisions.

Victor snorted twice. "If Frederick Franks had this kind of appetite, he wouldn't be afraid of being stuffed to death."

The group walked into the Ministry of National Defense and went down the secret passage.

There is a hollowed-out project underneath that can withstand the impact of nuclear bombs and atomic bombs. There are more than 40 houses in total, crisscrossing each other without any dead ends, making escape and refuge very convenient.

704 belongs to Mexico’s own people?

One can see many staff officers, both young and old, with the rank of colonel, running back and forth.

Lieutenants are rare!

Once you enter the innermost "secret command room", you can see more than a dozen large display screens hanging there, and the technicians who are operating them.

There are many small red dots on the display screen. These are the areas where the Mexican army is currently located. They have had satellites in the sky for a long time. Later, Victor launched two more, but one is a weather satellite and the other is a military vassal satellite. He plans to get a positioning satellite within five years.

"Führer!"

Seeing Victor come in, a group of people stood up and greeted him.

He waved his hand to indicate that it was unnecessary to make any fuss. "How is it?"

Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener looked a little serious, but also seemed relieved, "The U.S. military is indeed the U.S. military. If Texas is still in their hands, the three states plus the support of the states behind, if the sea forces launch weapons again, we will be in real danger."

The bad thing about the border being too long is this!
The United States has too much capacity to generate revenue.

"Can it be handled?" Victor asked with just these three words. It's not that he knows nothing about military affairs, but he can only be like the author of online novels who read Dream of the Red Chamber - can't say a word.

"Guderian's Eastern Theater has already begun rushing to Chihuahua State for assistance. Coahuila State is close to Texas and has more troops that can be mobilized. In addition, General Alexievich Brusilov in Guadalajara has also sent the theater's most elite Guards Mechanized Infantry Division to quickly advance toward Sonora State."

The chief of staff introduced the tactics to Victor, pointing to the map. "In Juarez and Chihuahua, we can gather more than 15 soldiers in four days!"

"The Americans want to advance like they did in the Gulf War. That's impossible. Wait until we lock onto their artillery positions, then blow them up and see if they can still provide artillery support."

Victor trusts him very much and professional matters should be left to professionals.

Casare stood behind and nodded seriously.

Victor saw this and laughed out loud, "What? Do you understand?"

Fatty Ka smiled awkwardly, "Although I don't understand, I believe in your vision, Boss. It must be right to choose Horatio as the chief of staff."

"... "

Admiral Horatio couldn't help but glance at him, then lowered his head to discuss the next steps with the people next to him.

Victor patted Casare on the shoulder, and the two of them walked aside consciously.

"The Führer."

Suddenly someone came over. Victor took a look and his facial muscles relaxed. "Fritz, what's going on?"

Standing opposite was a middle-aged man with the rank of lieutenant general.

Fritz Todt!
Victor is an old man. He was one of the 200 people he brought with him when he came out of the Altiplano Prison. He was also the prison's former logistics minister and now Mexico's munitions minister.

Known for being meticulous, strict, and upright.

He is one of the few people under Victor who climbed up from the bottom. Among the 200 old brothers before, many of them gradually fell behind.

Victor has great kindness towards the elderly.

"Come, sit down and talk first."

Casare, who was standing next to him, pulled up a chair and patted Fritz Todt on the shoulder.

"The production capacity of our 17 arsenals across the country has been saturated, but it is too late to deliver shells, bullets, medicines, gauze and other supplies to the front line..."

Fritz Toth had a headache. "Mexico's industrial system is still too weak."

Mexico is highly dependent on the European and American markets, has low investment in technological research and development, its industrial structure is still dominated by low- and medium-end manufacturing, and its high-end industrial chain has not yet been fully formed.

Many things need to be imported.

Even if Victor later published the "Industrial System Initiative" internally, it would still take time.

"I think we need external assistance," Fritz Toth said in a low voice. "We are now fighting against American drug trafficking, American hegemonism, American discrimination and other extremist organizations for the People's Alliance. I think Brazil and our Asian partners can give us industrial support."

Victor slapped his forehead...

Makes sense!
There is nothing to say about China's industry... There may be some problems in high-tech areas, but there is no problem in making gauze, body bags, medicines, bullets, etc. Relying on their industry, they can definitely help Mexico.

"Will they help us?"

Casare asked hesitantly, "If the United States collapses, we will be the biggest beneficiaries. Asia won't care, but Cuba is only a few hundred kilometers away from us."

He said it in moderation.

Some things cannot be said too clearly, as it is not conducive to unity.

Just like Ding Wei’s graduation experience.

At all times, national interests and ethnic interests must take precedence over ideological beliefs.

Cuba…

But we may not necessarily see the rise of a "North American boss" again.

As soon as Casare said this, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Because of the relationship with Cuba now, it is really close!
Castro has more than once described Victor as his "brother" in public opinion.

But since the American Civil War...

There is much less public opinion of this kind, and the situation between the two sides has become much more complicated.

"For thousands of years, everyone wanted to be the boss, but after all the fighting, nothing worked out. Treat your friends as warmly as summer and treat your enemies as coldly as winter. This is my bottom line and our moral standard."

Victor spoke slowly, as if stating a fact.

"Don't worry, the United States can still hold out for a long time. With our current capabilities, it is impossible to destroy the United States militarily. The best outcome is for it to disintegrate and break up into 50 countries, just like Europe."

I am in a hurry...

What if Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf really gives the order for nuclear weapons? Will we all die together?

Wouldn't that mean the enemy will be defeated soon?
"Let Kwaukmote call both sides and hope they can help us. Price is not a problem."

"Okay." Casare responded.

Victor squinted his eyes and touched his pocket. Fatty Ka next to him handed him a cigarette and lit it.

"The strong need no friends, the weak have no friends."

Casare and Minister of Munitions Fritz Todt looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Sir, Sir, news from Juarez..."

The advisor rushed in from the door.

When he saw the head of state sitting at the side of the door, he was startled and quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"Read!" Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener's voice appeared beside him.

The staff officer nodded hurriedly, "Juarez is under massive artillery attack."

"Model of shells."

"M270 multiple rocket launcher."

"The effective range of conventional artillery shells is 40 kilometers. We dispatched drones to quickly lock on and capture them."

"Yes!"

The staff officers around responded in unison and went about their business hurriedly and calmly.

As long as the aerial drone can capture the specific location and transmit it to me, I will blow them to death!
Damn it.

You have American equipment, but I don’t?!
Casare called the communications officer and asked, "How is Juarez?"

"General Otto Moritz Walter Model said he would live and die with Juarez!"

Victor smoked a cigarette, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

You have to hold on!
...

Juarez!
A white light appeared in the sky, and the earth seemed to be reborn.

Artillery fire streaked across the sky above the city, and the night sky seemed to be torn apart one by one. The fire flashed, and then a deafening roar sounded.

Explosions rang out between buildings. Those once majestic and tall buildings are now reduced to ruins and mountains of rubble.

The green plants on both sides of the street were burnt black, their branches and leaves drooped weakly, like frightened old men with hunched backs.

The cracks on the paved stone road spread like spider webs. This was once a busy street with people coming and going, but now it is dead silent. Occasionally, a few frightened stray dogs shuttled by, and their barking echoed over the ruins...

Can't talk about human tragedy...

All we can say is that artillery is truly "the most brutal weapon invented by mankind."

Brothers and sisters who have fought with the US military in the Middle East know that the US military has three weapons: artillery bombing, aircraft bombing, and warship bombing...

Infantry and tanks move forward together.

He punched the old master to death.

In a nondescript room in Juarez.

Otto Moritz Walter Model was wearing a helmet, his eyes were bloodshot, he hadn't slept all night, he was looking at the parachutes floating down from the sky with a telescope, his eyelids twitching, "Airborne, do you know which number it is?"

"The 82nd Airborne Infantry Brigade Combat Team of the 2nd Division." said the military staff officer nearby.

"He really thinks highly of me. He wants to play a positional war with me."

Otto Moritz Walter Model took a deep breath. The anti-aircraft weapons in his city were almost destroyed by American artillery shells. Damn... these Americans' coordinated operations were too good.

Before I could even catch my breath, the U.S. military paratroopers dropped over.

"Captain, the U.S. military has 10 more C-130s heading behind Juarez."

"He wants to block our retreat as well. He doesn't want anyone to support us, nor does he want us to run away. Damn, he's dividing the battlefield into several pieces. Does he think their combat proficiency is better than ours? Is he sure he can defeat us?"

A map naturally appeared in Otto Moritz Walter Model's mind.

One is that the two divisions on the front line of Juarez were blocked from retreating, and Juarez was a war zone, and behind Juarez was another battle point.

This is not treating the 82nd Division as human beings!

Do you think everyone is Rambo and can do it by force?

Admit that the 82nd Division has a kind of...

It is also the combat unit with the largest number of reinforcements in each US military. After all, they are always at the forefront. They were the first to arrive at the location during the Gulf War.

A feeling of anger at being looked down upon arose in my heart.

"Don't worry about the rear, trust your friendly forces!"

"Juarez has a division of my Guards and the 89th Division in reserve. I don't believe he can swallow me!"

And at this time...

Friendly forces are on the way!
……

(End of this chapter)