Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 601 I told you to be a bad mouth, I told you to be a bad mouth!!
“Carrying Gandhi’s photo and storming the city hall?”

That night, Victor received the news and felt a little confused. He put down the pen in his hand and looked at his confidential secretary Martin Baumann, motioning him to continue.

"An extremist group called 'Make India Great Again' believes that Canada is a gift from Lord Shiva to India and that Indians have the right to occupy and use it, and they demand that the Canadian government leave."

Uncle Zhao has a question mark face.

???

Lord Shiva has come out?
This confused Victor. Do you take the myth seriously? India is indeed one of the second-biggest countries in Asia. Oh, and there is another one, South Korea.

"Was there no conflict at the scene?"

Confidential Secretary Martin Bowman had a strange look on his face, as if he was about to vomit. "The mayor of Toronto went to appease them personally and guarantee the legal rights of Indians, but they rejected it. They said they were here to occupy Canada..."

"During the dispute, an Indian man took off his pants, took a shit, grabbed it, and threw it at the mayor, hitting him right in the face!"

Victor took the teacup and just took a sip, but he couldn't stand it when he heard these words. He spit it out and looked up at Martin Bauman in astonishment.

The other party licked his lips and said, "The mayor ate it right away..."

"No need to elaborate on this, just go on."

Why does my secretary look so excited?

Martin Bowman smiled awkwardly and continued, "Serious conflict broke out afterwards. The Toronto police opened fire, killing three people, arresting 3 people, and sending 221 people to hospital, which caused great dissatisfaction among Indians across Canada."

"Just like the British, they are really two troublemakers." Victor shook his head, feeling a little amused.

Indians' way of "occupying territory" is so weird, they think the shit belongs to them.

"Call Kennedy, Casare, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and Quaukemott."

Martin Bowman reminded, "Führer, Defense Secretary Kennedy is accompanying defense ministers from Europe and the United States to visit the weapons exhibition."

Forgot, forgot!
"Then call the others."

Martin Baumann responded, went out, and took out his cell phone to call several leaders.

"Hello-"

"Prime Minister Casare, I'm Martin, the Führer wants you, hurry up."

I heard the sound of a chair moving across from me, and Casare said hastily, "Okay!"

Martin Baumann called someone else and just as he finished, he saw Casare climbing up the stairs with a sweaty face. He was startled, "Prime Minister Casare, are you climbing the stairs?"

"The Führer has called, so of course we have to hurry. The elevator is so slow, I'll go in first."

He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his body, and walked in with a smile, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Martin Baumann couldn't help but sigh. It was no wonder that he had made progress. With such an attitude, he was promoted by his leader.

Victor looked at Casare and smiled, motioning him to sit down and drink some water first. Just as he was about to pour it for him, the latter came up and said, "Boss, let me do it, let me do it."

As he said this, he poured his cup first, then poured himself half a cup with a disposable paper cup, and obediently sat on the sofa next to him, with his butt covered in half.

During this interval, President Cuauhté and Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener also arrived, and Casare poured water for them all.

"Don't do this kind of secretarial work, or people will say I'm wasting my talent."

"The fact that I can be the boss's secretary shows that I can still be useful. I'm just afraid that I can't keep up with the boss."

Victor pointed at him and said, "You are such a talker."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Quaukemott looked at each other.

No way to do technical work...

I was born to do this job.

After some teasing, Victor knocked on the table. The three people knew that the real show was about to begin, so they sat up straight.

"There was unrest in Canada. The Indians...revolted."

It is difficult to use the word "uprising" because I really don't know how to say it.

As a soldier, Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyes lit up. His sense of smell was still very sensitive. "Führer, what do you mean?"

Victor stood up, walked to a world map, pointed at it and said to the three people:

"Canada is also large, surrounded by the sea on three sides. It is a country that spans the northern part of the North American continent, borders three oceans (the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, and the Arctic Ocean), and borders the United States to the south. It has an extremely vast territory. Despite its huge area, its population is relatively sparse and highly concentrated in the narrow strip of land in the south near the US border (especially the Great Lakes-St. Lawrence Lowlands area) and the southwestern part of British Columbia on the west coast. The vast northern region is extremely sparsely populated!"

"Can we take a bite here, build one or more military bases, establish a mechanized zone, and strangle this place? We can then fight for hegemony in the ocean, or we can go south and directly attack the United States. The United States will never be able to jump up again."

"Canada and the United States are defenseless."

Saying that others stir up trouble...

Of course that’s not the case with me. This is called defeating capitalism!
Who told you to stand so close to the Americans?
"What's the excuse?"

It was Cuauhcmote who spoke first, his eyes shining. Although he did not have much power and responsibility as the president, since he was able to expand the territory, after his death, he would have a good name written for him in the Mexican history books.

"What do you think?" Victor looked at the other two.

Cazale and Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood like two "Hum-Ha" generals, the former being at least a head shorter than the latter.

"Mexicans also have quite a few chambers of commerce in Canada, and we can use the slogan of protecting expatriates and chambers of commerce."

"We still have Mexicans doing business in Canada?" Victor asked curiously. He became somewhat interested. After all, they could play the emotional card to get them to invest. The country needed them and they had value in united front work.

But who knew that this question would make Casare feel awkward. He smiled awkwardly and said, "The branches of Juarez and Gulf Group should still be there."

Victor was startled, then suddenly laughed out of anger.

Wow, this is the chamber of commerce you are talking about.

"It doesn't matter whether there is a chamber of commerce or not. It's just an excuse. How about Canada's naval strength?" Quaukmote frowned and looked at the Chief of Staff.

"It's a mess. The warships still in use are almost 40 or 50 years old. The only new ones are the two Halifax-class frigates. This is the first ship in the world to incorporate IMCS into the original design. All engine and damage control operations and monitoring are completed on the integrated display console in the centralized control room. The data looks good, but to us, it's a target."

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener was in high spirits. "After we captured San Diego in the last Mexican-American War, we captured more than 40 US warships of various types. We can form a near-mid-sea battle group. With the addition of a fighter group, if Canada dares to fight back, we can destroy them on the spot!"

This statement is quite arrogant. Confidence is gained through fighting...

When the Americans and the 39th Volunteer Army met for the first time in "Yunshan", one saw that the other side's weapons and equipment were backward and thought they were vulnerable, while the other thought that the other side was an old capitalist and must be awesome.

As a result, I touched...

It’s awesome, but not as awesome as you imagine!
The battle of Yunshan defeated the 39st Cavalry Division, and the th Army was almost invincible afterwards. What is this? This is the will to fight.

The Mexican army has this kind of momentum. They have fought in many battles, from the drug cartels in Tijuana to the drug-trafficking southern government of Mexico to the U.S. military. What kind of battle have they not fought?
What's there to be afraid of!

Victor liked this kind of general very much. He patted Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, when we need you, we will definitely let you go."

"But why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? Tell Raymond John Natyhin to leave us a piece of land in the north. Either we rent it or we build it ourselves."

"I just don't believe that those tens of thousands of Canadians have the temper to be tough with me."

This is true. Although Canada is a member of the Commonwealth, it is centered on the United States. Now that the United States has been pinned down, how can it be so arrogant?
Casare's face turned serious, "The British..."

"Don't worry about it. I told Malcolm Rifkind yesterday that North America belongs to the Mexicans. If they try to get their claws in again, they will cut them off. For the sake of the greater good, they will swallow their anger."

"I will inform Goebbels when I get back and ask him to send a diplomat to Ottawa."

"Let the warships enter Hudson Bay."

"understand!"

Victor stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the world map, squinting at the Canadian plate, somewhat salivating.

It's a pity to use that place for raising kangaroos.

...

When Norman Schwarzkopf of the Pentagon heard that there was chaos in Canada, he felt something was wrong and immediately held a meeting.

"Canada cannot be in chaos. We need a stable rear."

"Then send in troops to maintain stability. What are those Indians going to do? Shit, their brains are simply filled with shit."

...

The people below were talking one after another, expressing their opinions.

"enough."

Norman Schwarzkopf scolded, his voice a little weak, but after hearing his words, everyone shut up. A sick tiger is not a tiger?
He glanced at everyone, but the topic was not about Canada. Instead, he asked, "Is the negotiating team with Mexico ready?"

Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller was stunned.

Norman Schwarzkopf knew it from the look on his face, and banged his fist on the table, bang, bang, bang!

"Is the task I assigned to you so difficult? Ahem…what are you doing? Do you just eat, drink, have fun and take drugs every day?!"

Calvin Waller opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain. In the end, he lowered his head and listened to the other party's scolding. A person who has the final say will not allow anyone to refute him.

He will stop when he gets tired of scolding.

Sure enough, four or five minutes later, Norman Schwarzkopf sat in a chair, panting. After a long pause, his eyes were red. "What we need to do now is to negotiate a ceasefire with Mexico. The war with them involves us too much."

In particular, the entire 82nd Airborne Division rebelled, causing many people below to become uneasy and difficult to lead the team. Afterwards, there were two incidents of regimental reorganization and surrender, but they were first discovered by the "military inspectors" and the military commanders were directly executed.

It looked bloody suppressed.

But Norman Schwarzkopf, who had worked in the military for a long time, knew that if this continued, the army would mutiny.

The Mexican-American War could not continue, and they had to turn around and fight those independent states.

"You lead the team yourself and contact the Mexican side quickly..." He looked at the Deputy Defense Minister.

Calvin Waller: ? ? Me?
There was some surprise on his face and some fear in his eyes. He was ranked second on the Mexican wanted list, and the reward was as high as millions of riyals. Wouldn't he be seeking his own death if he went there?
What if Victor kills the messenger when the two armies engage in battle?
"Defense Secretary, I'm afraid I can't. I... I have some things to do at home." Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller has the ability to do the job and the mentality to take responsibility, but he can't go and die.

"What's your problem? How can family matters be more important than national affairs? Country is country, and family comes after country. Your thoughts are simply selfish!"

Norman Schwarzkopf cursed harshly, but the other party just lowered his head. He looked at the others, and they were also like quails, almost stuffing their heads into their crotches.

The old defense secretary was so angry that he laughed and stood up. "I never thought that my subordinates were all afraid of death. You swore under the American flag that you would shed your last drop of blood for the country. What about now?"

"Why don't you go..."

A grumble was heard, very soft, but almost everyone heard it. Everyone looked in horror at the Senate President sitting at the back: Charles Grassley.

You are so awesome, you dare to say that.

Do you really think Norman Schwarzkopf is easy to mess with?
Everyone thought something was going to happen, but who knew that the other party didn't get angry. Instead, he said lightly, "You are braver than I thought. Charles, you will be responsible. Come to my office later to discuss the details."

After saying that, he left without looking back, but no one noticed the hesitation and fear in his eyes. He felt that his authority was challenged!

If someone dares to say this at a conference, it means that several people present have opinions about him.

This scares Norman Schwarzkopf…

Without the support of these people, he would not be able to hold this position securely.

Look, the "boss" is gone.

Everyone looked at the Senate Speaker: Charles Grassley. Some had a mocking look on their faces, some looked thoughtful, and some had a fierce look.

"Charles, don't worry, we are all here to support you. Just talk to the general." Ms. Francesca Daniels, Speaker of the House of Representatives, spoke first and patted him on the shoulder.

The others also tried to comfort him, and the last one left was Deputy Secretary of Defense Calvin Waller, who had a good relationship with him, and he put his hand on his shoulder.

"Deputy Defense Minister..."

"Don't be afraid, don't lose face. We have seen everything since we came out of the battlefield. Stay alert. If you can get things done, the Minister of Defense will not treat you unfairly."

Charles Grassley really wanted to slap himself.

I told you to be a bad mouth, I told you to be a bad mouth!!

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(End of this chapter)