Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 620 From this point on, the value of a military officer was known!

Kumkari, New Mexico.

Located in eastern New Mexico, it is an important stop on Route 66.

There are many retro motels and restaurants here, preserving the strong Route 66 cultural atmosphere. Its iconic Blue Swallow Motel is a popular spot for tourists to take photos.

Meanwhile, inside the motel, there were a dozen or twenty people, each with their own distinctive features, but none of them looked like good people.

Have you ever seen a kind person with an eye tattooed on their head?

A group of burly men, fierce-looking, squinting... some even had rings hanging from their noses. What? You're planning to go farm?
The tattoos on these people show that they are divided into several gangs.

The largest of these is the New Mexico Citizens' Guard, a paramilitary organization that is said to have strong ties to ISIS, which is no longer an ordinary extremist group.

We must strike hard!
A speaker was playing in the hotel, and a gentle female voice was speaking in a low voice, "North America has never lacked fighters. Since the end of the Mexican-American War in 1846, New Mexico has been forever separated from its beloved mother. Countless talented people have been calling out to each other, hoping to see her return in their lifetime."

"Let him know that he has been away from Mexico for a full 130 years!"

"The following song, 'The Song of Ten Sons: New Mexico,' with lyrics by Victor, profoundly expresses feelings of longing. Let's enjoy this song now."

Many people in the hotel twitched, and some of the more irritable ones even wanted to stand up.

We're discussing fighting Mexico, and you're playing this song on our behalf...

Isn't this like playing "Only Dad is Good in the World" for Black people?

Seeing that others were sitting quietly, even those with bad tempers could only suppress their displeasure and sit down.

Nursery rhymes were playing on the radio…

"My spine is a red canyon carved by the Hira River."
Spanish horses' hooves crushed Pueblo's pottery symbols;

Silver mines swallowed the skulls of Apache people.
Mother, can you see the undried blood mist on the rock paintings?

They call me "the eldest son born in the atomic age".
The white sand desert bears the charred remains of the original fetuses;
Trinity's nuclear light pierced the Navajo Narrows sky.

The cactus stubbornly grew into a eulogy amidst the radioactive dust.

The Grand River! My severed umbilical cord oozes poison.

The blade of Sinaloa sliced ​​through the dim moon;
Mother, is it my amniotic fluid crawling in the smuggling tunnel?
At both ends of the wire mesh, equally shriveled breasts!
The Santa Fe Church was pierced by the colonizers' crosses.
We dismantle the steel from the prison wagons and forge warhorses that lie close to the ground;

Let the chrome wheels roll over Kit Carson's monument—

"Listen! The low growl of the exhaust pipes is the pulse of the earth's resurrection!"

My name in the textbook was just a casual stroke by the colonizer.
Ohan! Ohan! The ancestors are calling hoarsely from the cracks in the rocks;

When the ink in textbooks is soaked with chili tears,
Please recast my soul in Tva: "Ogháá'óo!"

Buried beneath the volcanic ash is uncooled clay.

The singer whose tongue was removed used a bone flute to rewrite the notes;

Mother, if you touch my cracked skin,
Please recognize: every crack is a map home!!!

...

This song is actually harmless to most people in New Mexico, who are mostly white. The song mainly expresses the Victor regime's "historical" message to the Native Americans.

Of the 190 million people, there are approximately 20 indigenous people, while whites make up 50%!

So, some people in the hotel scoffed, "What kind of nonsense are they singing!"

Some people were secretly depressed, even though they spoke English, their bloodline could not be changed.

Anselmo, seated in the middle, had a grim expression. He took in everyone's faces. He was a staunch anti-Victorian, and... he had once been the head of the Sinaloa Group in New Mexico...

Victor's son doesn't let his brothers make money, so of course they're going to rebel against him.

"I'm going to smash it!" A burly man in a black short-sleeved shirt walked over aggressively, grabbed the radio, and slammed it to the ground, stomping on it repeatedly. "Haha, what a load of bull! I think Viktor is just a woman from a brothel, all he knows is to make a few noises."

Anselmo looked at him with satisfaction.

This emboldened the burly man, who raised his hand and pointed at the leaders of several non-white organizations, saying, "York, Sack, Moorby, it's the whites' world now."

The three organization leaders whose names were mentioned had slightly cold expressions.

"You son of a bitch, are you being racist? Call your mother over, I'll give you a mixed-race baby!" York stood up and started cursing, while the two people next to him glared at him.

These extremist groups wouldn't be united if they weren't opposing Viktor.

The burly man in the black short-sleeved shirt was also furious. He shoved Sack, and the two groups started to clash. Anselmo slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Enough! Shut up!"

Does it want to rely on its own "prestige"?
Do not make jokes!
York from the "Mexican Indigenous Mutual Aid Association" pointed at him and cursed, "Fuck you, are you trying to take sides, Anselmo! Your grandma was Mexican too."

"Watch your mouth!" The people around Anselmo stood up, some even drawing their guns, and the two groups were on the verge of exchanging blows.

After a long pause, the three leaders of the non-white organizations backed down, but still said, "You should think carefully. The Mexican army is here to rescue Albuquerque. If anyone attacks the rescue team, the people will tear you apart."

"Take care of yourself!"

This so-called "alliance" was disrupted by a song.

The short, muscular man wasn't satisfied yet. He ran to the door, pointed at the three men and their subordinates who had already boarded the car, and cursed, "Pah! You traitors from New Mexico! Let me tell you, unless I'm dead, I'm going to fight Victor to the very end!"

call out--

In an instant, I looked up and saw a dark figure crash heavily into the Blue Swallow Motel, followed by a huge explosion, boom!

The entire motel was blown to bits.

The massive shockwave shifted the cars outside several meters...

The three indigenous leaders who "luckily" escaped were lucky; they were only slightly disoriented from the impact, but were otherwise unharmed, though they suffered minor injuries.

Staring in disbelief at the ruins…

Everyone felt lost and terrified.

Woo—

The roar of the engine overhead made the three of them look up. An F-16 fighter jet was flying low, showing off, with the Mexican flag flying over it. They were now in Mexican airspace, so of course they could fly freely.

Am I not allowed to touch my wife in my own home?
"This...this was targeted elimination?!" York's mouth was dry, and he looked at the other two with a sense of fear.

"To the troops, we are just chickens in a muddy ditch."

Moorbi, the leader of the Mexican Free People, had mixed feelings. "The extremist groups in New Mexico are gone, and they were targeted and eliminated. There must be a mole inside..." Although his words were direct, they were true. The group of extremist leaders who had just been arguing with them had all been targeted and eliminated. Did the Mexican military have some kind of fortune-telling ability?

The three of them looked at each other with a sense of distrust, each feeling that the other had something wrong with them.

"Alright, now it's not about suspecting who the mole is, what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? Either surrender or become dogs!" Moorby said grimly. "It's practically impossible to organize a counterattack."

"Let's go, let's leave first."

York saw that someone was already walking over in the distance, so he quickly opened the car door and got in.

The group of people walked away triumphantly.

When local ambulances and fire trucks arrived, they only managed to dig out a few charred remains from the ruins of the Blue Swallow Motel.

What York and his companions didn't know was that at the same time, a large-scale attack and assassination incident was also occurring in California.

The Getty family's mansion in Pacific Palisades, Malibu, one of California's four most prominent families, was suddenly engulfed in flames, killing the family patriarch Walter Getty and his eldest son and second daughter who were inside.

Another heir to the Brown family was caught in a crossfire while picking up his girlfriend from the airport; he was turned into a meat pie by a truck that sandwiched him from both sides.

And another prominent family, the Pelosi family…

While cleaning, the family servants found a bomb in the trash can, but fortunately it did not explode. Meanwhile, William Alfred Newsom III of the Newsom family found an owl's head on his bedside table when he woke up from his afternoon nap.

Her eyes were fixed on him.

The old man was so frightened he almost fainted.

The simultaneous occurrence of accidents in the four major families is definitely not an accident!

This is a warning!

A warning from the leader of the National Palace!

Warning to these four families: Don't be stupid! If you resist, I'll kill you!
It's impossible for these people to avoid bloodshed...

Treat him to a meal, behead him, or take him in as a dog!
But there are too many people who want to be Viktor's dog; if you don't take the initiative, you'll definitely be eliminated.

After a bloody massacre, the people of California suddenly realized a problem…

The four major families, who usually cheered and shouted slogans, have become much quieter.

...

"They're just a bunch of scoundrels. When it's time to use a stick, beat them hard." Viktor threw the folder on the table. "The four great families? Bullshit families!"

Casare chuckled as he poured him water, then added, "You idiot, it turns out these elites are going to die too. Without America backing them up, they're nothing!"

He knew some secrets; when Senate President Charles Grassley came, he also brought a book full of genealogies of American political families, elite families, and local tycoons.

The family tree had always been kept in Victor's office cabinet.

The four major Mexican families that were targeted were all well-known in the matter, and Casare also knew that the leader probably had an intelligence system under his command that could accurately locate targets and carry out assassinations.

Actually, it's nothing...

It's all thanks to his magic touch.

It's like the King of Hell calling out names; whoever's name is called dies.

As for why they didn't eliminate Pablo of Medellín and several members of the Cali Cartel...

If we wipe them out in one fell swoop, there will be no reason to maintain a large-scale military presence there.

You think Viktor really wants to help him fight drug dealers? Well, he does. It's a fact that everyone knows he has zero tolerance for drug dealers, and the country's security has been completely transformed. But there must be direct benefits involved too.

Colombia's geographical location is both strategically valuable and geopolitically complex. It serves as a hub connecting the Americas and a focal point of international power struggles, making it a strategically vital location.

Bordered by the Caribbean Sea to the north and the Pacific Ocean to the west, it is the only country in South America with coastlines on both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.

Its Caribbean coast's port of Barranquilla and Pacific coast's port of Buenaventura are vital shipping nodes connecting the east and west coasts of the Americas. More importantly, Colombia is adjacent to the Panama Canal—one of the world's busiest waterways—and the canal's security and smooth operation directly impact international trade. Historically, the United States seized control of the canal from Colombia by supporting Panama's independence (in 1903), highlighting the region's strategic significance.

Moving eastward could allow for an offensive against Venezuela, thus supporting allies.

To the west, attack the Pacific coast; to the north, attack the Caribbean Sea; and to the south, attack the Andes and the Amazon!
Great undertaking can be accomplished!

Of course, this was a strategy devised by a small group of high-ranking military officials, including Victor and Kennedy.

"We still need American elites. We can't push them too far, otherwise what if they have no worries about their rear and just drop nuclear weapons on us?"

"It is essentially a system of ruling by the elite. We need to give them power while also giving them benefits. Have someone pass a message to the Skull and Bones group, saying that I am happy to talk to them under the current circumstances. If they are willing, the Belize industrial area, the California or New Mexico market can be handed over to them."

Victor was relatively rational; he was testing the limits of the United States, or rather, the limits of the elite class…

They haven't considered dropping Core X yet, why?
They knew that throwing the ball towards Viktor would definitely lead to a fiercer attack, but it hadn't reached the point of a fight to the death yet. The market wasn't good right now, but at least they could still make money.

There's no need to be afraid to act rashly, it's a life-or-death struggle.

To put it simply, it's still cowardice.

But Victor also understood that it was time to stop. Texas's independence and California's belonging to Mexico would be a devastating blow to the United States. If they pushed any further, they would all perish together.

So, the next step is to win them over!
Who says the US can't do "one X two X"?

It's time to continue stirring up the North-South divide, just like how the United States later created gender and class antagonism in many countries, so as to maintain persistent hatred in society.

Of course, the Mexico-US Development Agency specializes in this.

Casare nodded, and was about to speak when he heard a rather urgent knock on the door.

"Come in."

The Secret Service Deputy Director and Bodyguard, Rohus Misch, pushed open the door and entered. "Sir, the U.S. 7th Infantry Division has declared mutiny at Joint Base Lewis-McChord in Washington State, proclaiming Major General Wall Nash as governor. They have swept across the state, killing and demanding that the independent states of Texas, Hawaii, Louisiana, and Illinois recognize their legitimacy."

My grass?

It has a strong smell of thuggish soldiers!
Is a mutiny starting within the army?
Claiming to be left to carry on the lineage?

What kind of American version of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms?

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(End of this chapter)