Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 610 is truly a beautiful sight!
"The last bullet, whoever talks the most, I'll shoot them dead!!"

Inside the meeting room, Erich Manstein pointed his gun at the group of Europeans.

The Englishman swallowed hard.

The Frenchman forced a smile.

The German remained silent, his expression stern.

Ironically, during World War II, these three countries were in three different camps. France was "swinging," joining one camp when it couldn't win and switching to another when things looked bad.

Italy, on the other hand, transcends the three realms and is outside the five elements.

It's rare to see something pull to this extent.

There was even discussion within the Mexican military about whether or not to take them along...

It's quite disruptive to feng shui.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Erich Manstein's brow twitched. "Can we sit down and talk calmly now?"

Seeing that no one spoke, he switched off the safety on his pistol and placed it on the table; it would be ridiculous if it went off accidentally. He picked up his baton and pointed to the map behind him:
"According to the General Staff's operational plan, we will be divided into two fronts, east and west. The eastern front will be commanded by the United Kingdom and will consist of 12 countries, including France, Italy, the Netherlands, Denmark, and Sweden."

"Primarily responsible for the attack on the Cali Group!"

"The western part is composed of Mexican troops and other allied forces, whose target is the Medellín Group."

Does anyone have any objections to this?

Erich Manstein squinted as he scanned the British ranks. At the head of the group sat a general in military uniform, his hair neatly combed, his face rugged and unsmiling.

This person is quite famous.

Sir Peter de la Billier!

He participated in the Korean War, the 1956 Egyptian War, and as a member of special forces, secretly participated in the Malaysian Civil War, the Brunei Civil War, the Omani Civil War, and the Yemeni Civil War. He also served as a senior British commander in the Falklands War and the 1991 Gulf War.

During the Gulf War, he served as a British commander and demonstrated outstanding military talent and experience in commanding modern warfare.

He's not young anymore, almost 70 years old, and this veteran hasn't retired yet...

This demonstrates the severe shortage of military leaders in Britain.

Upon hearing Erich Manstein's order, the young officers sitting behind the old general smiled. Who were they?

British Empire!

We definitely can't follow Mexico.

They want to show their own style.

Sir Peter de la Billier looked up, his eyes sharp, and when he saw Manstein's young face, his expression was still somewhat complicated.

A powerful lieutenant general under the age of 30!

This is something that is hard to find anywhere in the world, especially in Britain where seniority is very important. He spent nearly 50 years to get to this position, and now he has to be led by someone younger than himself. How can he be psychologically at peace with that?
His suggestion was to divide the region into eastern and western lines.

"Alright, if there are no objections, then go and make the arrangements."

Erich Manstein had just announced the end of the meeting when his confidential staff rushed in, "Commander, breaking news!"

He handed it over as he spoke.

The generals from various countries who had reached the door immediately became interested and turned to look.

Erich Manstein had a strange expression on his face, as if he had seen something absurd.

"Commander, what intelligence is it?" the Italian asked curiously.

"Iraq announced that it would provide military assistance to Medellín and Qali groups and announced the successful test of its first atomic bomb."

The expressions on everyone's faces in the first half were...

The second half of the sentence is: (゜ロ゜)ギョェ!
"Woodfuck?!"

Many people panicked. Just two years ago, they were bullying Iraqi students on the ground. Under the leadership of their class monitor "America," they subjected the underachieving students to inhumane humiliation and even made the then arrogant Saddam Hussein call him "Dad."

Everyone felt great at the time.

But now... he has weapons of mass destruction?

That's pretty cool!

Sir Peter de la Billier panicked as well, asking, "Is this news accurate?"

"He announced it himself. Our intelligence department will investigate this matter. Rest assured, the weapon of justice will always be on the side of justice!" Erich Manstein said in a deep voice.

The group exchanged glances, then hurriedly left the meeting room to discuss the matter with their counterparts back home.

One careless mistake...

Saddam really went all out against you.

...

On August 9, Saddam Hussein's speech was published on research vessels in the Middle East, Europe, Asia, and even in Antarctica at the ends of the earth.

Extremely inflammatory!
"Children of Iraq, sons of Arab glory, brave and fearless warriors!!"

"In the name of the most merciful and compassionate True X!"

"Today, a great day! A day destined to be etched on the monument of history, a day that would eclipse even the sun! I, Saddam Hussein, President of the Republic of Iraq, leader of the revolution, commander-in-chief of the great struggle, proclaim to you—my loyal, resilient, and noble people—an unparalleled and sacred victory bestowed by the true grace of God!!!"

"Our sacred scientists, our steely warriors, guided and protected by the truth, after countless days and nights of struggle and sacrifice, have successfully achieved the greatest and most glorious scientific miracle of our nation—we possess our own powerful and invincible atomic weapons!!!"

"Yes, my compatriots! You heard me right! That ultimate power, once held only by arrogant oppressors, has now become the most indestructible shield of the Iraqi people's sovereignty and dignity! It has become the sword of Damocles of truth and justice hanging over the heads of all enemies who attempt to bully us, divide us, and defile our sacred land!!"

On television, Saddam Hussein took a deep breath, waving his arms wildly and roaring hysterically:

"For so long, how much injustice have we endured? How many conspiracies? How much blockade, threats, and lies from greedy wolves in the East and West? Do they think that with a few bombs and a few hypocritical resolutions, they can make the great Iraqi people kneel? Make the lion of Babylon lower its noble head? Make us, who have the blood of the prophet flowing in our veins, give up our sacred right to pursue independence, dignity, and revival?"
Wishful thinking! "Today, with irrefutable facts and a power that can shake the world, we declare to the world: the era of Iraq, where we were at the mercy of others and subjected to humiliation, is gone forever! Our people and our country, under the protection of the true Party and the tempering of revolutionary will, have risen from the ashes like a phoenix!"

We have the atomic bomb!

what does this mean?
"This means that any enemy, no matter where they hide, no matter what hypocritical face they disguise, who dares to cast their greedy gaze upon an inch of Iraqi land, who dares to extend their evil claws to our people, who dares to threaten our survival and independence again—they will all face our most resolute, most thorough, and most terrifying devastating blow! Truly supreme! Our sacred weapon exists solely to defend our homeland and uphold our dignity! It will be the most reliable cornerstone of our national security, the hammer of judgment hanging over the heads of aggressors!"

As he spoke, he opened his arms, like a savior, enjoying the cheers.

"Fellow countrymen! This great achievement is the highest praise from the true Party for our unwavering faith, fearless sacrifice, and perseverance! It belongs to every Iraqi who has silently dedicated themselves during those difficult years! It belongs to the scientists who poured their hearts and souls into their laboratories! It belongs to the workers who toiled in their factories! It belongs to the farmers who diligently cultivated the fields! And it belongs even more to our valiant Republican Guard and all our armed forces! This is the crystallization of the will of the entire nation! It is a great victory under the leadership of the Ba'ath Party!"

"Let us take to the streets, beat the drums of celebration, and let our cheers resound throughout Mesopotamia, from the foothills of the Zagros Mountains to the Arabian Gulf! Let our joy and pride surge like the waves of the Tigris and Euphrates, unstoppable! Let those enemies hiding in the shadows tremble at the thunderous cheers of the Iraqi people! Let them know that an Iraq with atomic power is invincible! An Iraq under the leadership of Saddam Hussein will stand forever!"

"Forward! Great Iraqi people! Guided by Truth, illuminated by the light of revival, and wielding the ultimate power bestowed by Truth, we will usher in an unprecedented golden age for Iraq! Any enemy will be crushed by our will and strength!"

Truly the greatest!

Long live Iraq!
Long live the Arab nation!
Glory belongs to the heroic people!
Saddam Hussein
President of the Republic of Iraq
Chairman of the Revolutionary Command Committee!!!

...

Inside the National Palace.

Viktor, legs crossed, twirled a pen between his fingers as he watched Saddam's passionate speech on TV. He couldn't help but chuckle and said to Casare, "Why do I feel like he's just showing off?"

"The nuclear reactor was bombed by Israel two years ago. What did they use for experiments? Unless they stole it from the moon." Kasare also didn't believe it. "But what would their purpose be in doing that?"

"How is the situation in the Middle East?" Viktor asked.

Kasare shook his head. "It's very chaotic. The Palestinians have stabilized the situation with our help, and both sides have gathered more than 8 troops near the Golan Heights. Meanwhile, Lebanon and Jordan are also getting restless and are starting to amassed troops on the border with Israel."

"Perhaps...they want to completely destroy Israel?!"

Viktor's eyes lit up. "Any updates on Saddam's diplomatic relations with Israel?"

Casare was taken aback. "I had someone investigate. Boss, do you think those two are in cahoots?"

"If the United States falls, do you think Israel, which has been treated like a son all its life, will be afraid? In this situation, it can only look for allies, and Iraq, which is also viewed with suspicion by the entire Middle East, is the best partner."

Saddam Hussein was a complex figure. Born into a poor peasant family in Tikrit, he lost his father at a young age and was raised by his uncle. At 18, he joined the Ba'ath Party and devoted himself to the anti-colonial movement. In 1958, he participated in the assassination attempt on King Faisal II, and the following year, after a failed assassination attempt on Prime Minister Qassem, he went into exile in Egypt…

Damn, doesn't he look like "Old Wang from the Middle East"?
Which old Wang? It's Wang Yidao!!!
He seized power in a coup in 1968, becoming vice president; in 1979, he forced President Becker to step down, assuming the roles of president, party leader, and commander-in-chief of the military. After taking office, he purged dissidents within the party, using live-streamed executions to intimidate opponents.

He also constantly attacks his neighbors, trying to steal their land and oil. No wonder people can't accept someone like that.

Two people in distress naturally want to stick together.

Israel + Iraq, hmm... could very well wipe out the entire Middle East. What's the point of those who can fight but only raise their flags and those who can't fight but keep yelling?
"So, boss, you suspect it's just a bluff?"

Viktor fell silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Whether it's true or not, no one dares to try it. Isn't he betting on fear?"

That's true...

It's like I've grabbed a pile of poop and pointed it at you. You definitely wouldn't dare to move, because whether I dare to throw it at you or not, you wouldn't dare to gamble.

It's like being afraid to take any farts when you have diarrhea.

"Wouldn't this affect our Middle East strategy?"

"So we have to find out for sure whether this is true or not!"

Casare nodded solemnly, "Okay!"

After finishing his business, Viktor tossed his pen onto the table. "How's Marius doing around you?"

Marius Edward, the uncle of Caesar the Younger, and the brother of his mistress Krista Schroeder.

“Not bad…” Casare said with a forced smile.

But Victor noticed a flicker in his eyes and sensed something was wrong. "To be honest, our relationship is better than that of a woman. I don't need to go against my conscience for the sake of saving face."

Fatty chuckled, "He's a bit... arrogant. He got into a fight with his subordinates on his first day, even drank alcohol while at work, accepted invitations to meals, and acted all high and mighty..."

"What did you say?" Viktor's expression darkened.

“If you say your brother-in-law is the founder of Mexico, everyone will give him face.”

"Call him over here!!!"

Casare nodded vigorously, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the office. "This is Casare. Please ask Marius Edward to come to the Führer's office."

The person on the other end stammered...

"Prime Minister, Edward went out for drinks... Oh, he's back, he's back."

“Edward, Prime Minister Casare wants you to go to the head of state’s office.”

"Where to? The office? No way! No way! Make him run to see me. Hey~ I'm going to sleep. Nothing urgent, I'll talk to you after I wake up." A drunkard appeared on the other end, his voice trembling. No one knew how much he had drunk.

With the hands-free connection on, Victor could hear everything clearly.

Casare glanced at his boss, whose face had turned green with anger. He then laughed in exasperation, walked to the phone, and said, "Fine, you wait for me, I'm coming to find you!"

As he spoke, he picked up the ashtray on the table and walked straight to the office area on the other side of the corridor.

Such an arrogant person is truly rare!

But not nothing.

Um... There was once a secretary who was very arrogant. He slapped another key leader in front of his own boss and cursed at him.

Then what…

He was executed.

……

(End of this chapter)