Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 605 Victor’s Children!
Almost everyone could see it.

Troubled times are coming!

Even if Jesus' brother Hong Xiuquan came now, he would not be able to stop it.

Ambitious people, conspirators, black marketeers, white gloves, etc., all have their eyes focused on Medellin.

According to the Wall Street Journal, the so-called "Anti-Allied Funds" they control are estimated to be more than 520 billion US dollars.

This number quickly fermented and caused an uproar around the world.

What is the concept of 520 billion?
按海湾战争标准仅能维持5-6天，美军42天消耗2400亿美元，日均约57亿美元。

If it is a low-level war, it can last for months or even years.

Of course, if you really want to argue, according to the "free shooting skills" of African black men, they can fight for decades, or even several lifetimes.

This number is absolutely crazy.

Who says no to money?

In the recruitment square in Medellin, you can see white people, black people, Asians, etc., young and old. They have sharp eyes and are full of aggression. They hold weapons. The mainstream ones are AK-74 assault rifles, Israeli Galil ACE assault rifles, M16A2 assault rifles, and you can even see HK33 assault rifles.

"Bang!!!"

A fist as big as a palm slammed hard on the table, startling the Medellin soldier with the rank of corporal sitting at the back. He raised his head and looked at the ferocious-looking man in front of him with a dozen scars on his face. He swallowed and his eyes were a little horrified.

"Hehe, we are the 'Viking Berserkers', a total of 22 people. How much do we want?" The man said in a muffled voice, his throat seemed to be injured, a little hoarse, and it sounded like a walnut was stuck in the buttocks - it hurts a lot.

This "Viking Berserker" was obviously very famous. Many people nearby raised their heads and took a look after hearing him. Someone familiar with him indeed found the symbol on him, a combination of a wolf's head and an axe.

This organization represents the image of violent warriors in Norse mythology. Most of its members are retired soldiers from cold regions such as Northern Europe and Russia. They are known for their ferocity in close combat and their ability to adapt to harsh environments. They often participate in desert raids or position defense in the Middle East battlefield.

The most famous one should be the "Battle of Khafji" which took place in January 1991. At that time, the Saudi army and Iraqi infantry, who were helping them, broke into the town in BMP armored vehicles and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Saudi National Guard when they fought for house by house in the streets and houses.

The "Viking Berserkers" became famous in one battle, especially the regiment leader Olaf M. Glade, who used an engineer shovel to smash the head of the 7th Iraqi soldier and became famous all over the world.

"Are you Captain Olaf?" The corporal's eyes lit up, and when he saw the other party nod, he hurriedly said, "Wait a moment!"

Then he ran into the tent behind him. After a while, a man with the rank of colonel from a military academy came out. He had a big belly, a somewhat arrogant look in his eyes, and a very imposing aura.

"Hello, Mr. Olaf, I'm Mudros Leider." He raised his head and looked as if he wanted to see "shock" in the other person's eyes.

But Olaf M. Glade looked confused, but still nodded.

Mudros Reidel frowned with some dissatisfaction.

The corporal next to him understood immediately and said hurriedly, "This is the cousin of Mr. Carlos Leder, the third leader of our Medellin."

oooooooo!
Olaf M. Glade looked as if he had suddenly realized something, but then he said in a low voice, "It's none of my business. I'm here to fight and make money, not to curry favor with others."

Mudros's expression darkened and his eyes twitched when he heard this.

The other mercenaries who were crossing their arms on both sides smiled helplessly. These Nordic people are really stupid. Can't you just say something nice?
Otherwise, you will be the one filling in the gaps!
No matter which war zone you are placed in, they still have the power.

Mudros Rider glanced at him and lost interest. "22 people, 9 US dollars a day."

"9?"

Olaf M. Glade frowned. The average price per person was $4090. "Why is it just that much???"

"According to our plan, those with less than 5 people are classified as C-level, which costs about 2000 US dollars a day. Those with less than 20 people are classified as B-level, which costs 3000 US dollars. Those with less than 50 people are classified as C-level, which costs 4000 US dollars. And those with about 100 people are classified as S-level. The price needs to be discussed with the leaders above." The corporal hurriedly introduced.

But this obviously made Olaf M. Glade unhappy. He slammed the table and said, "Isn't our record good enough for S-rank?"

"How are you compared to the South African private armed forces (EO)? They have prepared 2600 armed personnel. How are you compared to them?" Mudros Leder snorted twice, then he was too lazy to say anything more and just left.

Olaf M. Glade half opened his mouth, but he lost his confidence.

That's a South African private armed force!
Its shadow can be seen everywhere in the world, and it is said that Jewish and American consortiums are behind it.

"Can you tell me how much the salaries in these organizations are?" Olaf M. Glade asked in a low voice, suppressing his curiosity.

The corporal shook his head. "I'm not sure. I know all the prices of these large mercenary companies." As he spoke, perhaps wanting to show off his gossip, he lowered his voice and said, "The Israeli IZO mercenary company sent 1200 people and received 3 million US dollars to fight for Medellin for 3 months."

"3 million US dollars!" Olaf M. Glade swallowed his saliva, a little envious.

Although the per capita amount seems to be less than theirs, and the company takes the lion's share, there is nothing we can do about it. The company does not take it for free. They provide weapons, equipment, and subsequent death insurance, etc.

It is said that the IZO mercenary company also has Black Hawks and individual anti-tank weapons. Even if you are shot, you can be transported to the rear for treatment. But what about small organizations?
Maybe if you get shot you can only wait for death.

Woo—

Woo woo woo—

woo woo woo woo--

Suddenly, the air raid alarm sounded.

The mercenaries in the square were startled and looked up, only to see six fighter jets emerging from the clouds.

"F22!"

"Dodge! Dodge!"

These guys are experienced and know how to run.

If you encounter a bombing, remember one thing: run to an open space!
Fighter jets will never fire shells or missiles specifically for people of "unimportant identities". The cheapest one costs hundreds of thousands. They are mainly used to attack key targets. So, don't follow your leader. Scatter and hide. The chances of you surviving are very high.

By the way, don’t hide in a building, or you will really be crushed by the concrete.

The fighter jet tilted its head and fired a missile at a building in the distance with the Medellin Cartel emblem on it. With a bang and a cloud of dust, the entire building was reduced to ruins.

When the air defense alarm sounded, the ZSU-23-4 "Shilka" self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery battalion on the ground in Medellin came out, but it was too slow!

As soon as they came out of the warehouse in the city center, two F2s locked onto them and fired missiles at them from ten kilometers away...

Boom boom boom—

It was blown into scrap metal directly, and the drug dealer soldiers sitting inside were blown into a bloody mess.

And in another S-125 "Pechora" air defense missile battalion.

The battalion commander wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Lock it! Lock it quickly!"

The soldier in control was about to cry, "Captain, I can't lock it! I can't lock it!"

What is the S-125 Pechora air defense missile system?
The second-generation air defense weapons designed during the Cold War have a generation gap in technical architecture and operational concepts compared to the fifth-generation stealth fighters. Although low-frequency radars, such as the VHF band, can theoretically detect stealth targets, the S-125's radar accuracy, guidance method, and anti-interference capabilities cannot meet the requirements of locking on the F-22.

Even the improved Pechora-2M is still not good enough to detect and intercept stealth targets, which is not enough to break through the F-22's technical advantage. Therefore, it is almost impossible for the S-125 to lock onto the F-22 in actual combat.

It's okay to play passenger plane.

The weapon is too old...

"Never mind, fire!" the battalion commander shouted, gritting his teeth.

If you don't fire, it's a problem of your attitude. If you fire and miss, it's a problem of your ability and weapons.

The launcher who heard his order pressed a button, and whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The S-125 "Pechora" air defense missile quickly took off and fired randomly.

After bombing the target, the six F6s flew around the sky over Medellin and then left in a dashing manner.

Olaf M. Glade spat out the sand in his mouth with a serious look in his eyes.

"Captain, this business is not easy to do. Medellin has no air superiority and is completely shot into a sieve." A subordinate standing next to him said with some concern.

"If it was that easy, Medellin wouldn't offer $4000 a day. That's nearly times higher than the market price!" someone else answered.

High returns also mean high risks.

Olaf M. Glade's eyelids twitched. Damn, I'm not going to die here, am I? !

"Go ask the brothers if anyone wants to leave. If no one wants to leave, I'll go get the money and sign the contract."

"No need to ask, Captain. We have figured it out. If we can't make money, we might as well die. Now that we can make money, we must seize the opportunity. His Allied planes are powerful, and I don't believe they can be that powerful in street fighting!"

Olaf M. Glade's smile was forced.

...

8 month 1 day.

Six Hercules landed at a military airport outside Bogota. The 6st Combat Regiment of the st Division of Mexico arrived in Colombia first, led by Chief of Staff Major General Frederick von Paulus.

In fact, they were not the first troops to come to Colombia.

The first one is Ares Defense!
The Mexican government-run mercenary company will provide more than 3000 armed personnel for the upcoming battle. The money... will be paid by the Allies, which is about 2 million US dollars.

Near the airport, you can see people wearing black training uniforms, holding M249 squad automatic weapons or M16 assault rifles, wearing PASGT Kevlar bulletproof helmets and PASGT bulletproof vests, and some of them also wear AVS6 night vision goggles.

On their shoulders is a bald eagle with its head facing left, a world map in its mouth and the earth under its feet. The background is gray, and it looks somewhat chic.

Those who don’t know might think they are the US military, but in fact they are Ares Defense Company.

The family is wealthy and the Mexican military also intends to transform this force into an elite force similar to the "Outlaws", so they are willing to allocate funds.

Of course, the main personnel are recruited from outside. As long as you can survive the 7-week training, you can join. The benefits are particularly good. In addition to the basic monthly salary, you can also apply for housing if you have served for more than 5 years. Once you join the army, your entire family's immediate family members will enjoy the Mexican military family security system, free medical care, free education, etc.

The only difference from the army is that the death pension is paid by two different sources: one goes through the national treasury, and the other goes through the insurance company.

With such support, Ares Defense has grown to more than 19000 employees, with business spread across the Palestinian battlefield, the Golden Triangle, Africa, etc., bringing the company more than US$9 million in revenue each year.

They can be seen in many Mexican operations overseas.

Colombia attached great importance to this operation. The current president, Armando Benedet, personally came to greet Frederick von Paulus. He shook his hand and thanked him repeatedly. He seemed to have more words on his lips, "You are here. You are here. The day of Colombia is bright. You don't know that I am under a lot of pressure and I can't sleep."

Major General Frederick von Paulus was very gentle to this friendly president who was supported by Mexico. He patted the back of his hand to comfort him. "The Führer has seen your efforts and hard work. He entrusted me to bring you a message. When Medellin is completely destroyed, he will award you the medal in the National Palace. Colombian history and world history will never forget us."

It was not the first time that Armando Benede was an official, so how could he be confused by these few words? But he still had to pretend to be very touched, with tears welling up in his eyes, "I am happy that the president still remembers me. I promise to clear out the Colombian drug dealers and never let the president down."

No matter what the truth is, it makes people feel refreshed when they hear it.

"Then from now on, we will officially take over from the Colombian army. In the next ten days, we will organize the camp and reinforcements from various countries will arrive one after another."

"it is good!"

Frederick von Paulus nodded. "Perhaps we should first clean up the drug smugglers in the upper echelons and the military."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several senior executives standing next to Armando Benede changed.

……

And at half past ten on the same night.

Belsalia, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a stomachache, and the servants and medical team rushed her to the hospital in the National Palace.

Victor, Casare and others rushed over after hearing the news and heard the good news.

"Congratulations, Mr. President. Your wife has given birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and they are very healthy," said the doctor with a smile.

A group of people were busy congratulating happily.

Is this considered...the crown prince?
"Then can I go see Belsalia now?" Victor still felt guilty towards his wife. You were fooling around outside and got caught, and you don't feel guilty.

"can."

Victor went in, and Casare and the others were not comfortable, so they waited outside.

As soon as he entered, he saw Belsalia lying on the bed, sweating all over and looking exhausted. It is said that giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell for a woman. There was also a smell of blood in the air, which made Victor feel even more guilty.

(If your wife gives birth in the future, you can go to accompany her and take a look. I guarantee she will vomit...)
Victor held Belsaria's hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work."

The latter raised her head and looked at her husband with complicated eyes, and opened her mouth, "I want to give the child a name."

"Of course you can, you are the mother, of course you can."

"The boy's name is Brutus Kutuzov Vieri!"

"The girl's name is Maria Jose Vieri."

Victor's expression froze and his brows twitched.

You know, his eldest son's name is Caesar Napoleon Vieri!
What does this mean?
A symbol of feud?

Seeing Belsaria's eyes, Victor felt a headache.

……

(End of this chapter)