Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 249 "Anti-American Alliance"

"General, Milton's men are closing in fast!"

Without hesitation, Badr said, "Then leave a portion to cover the rear while we continue our retreat. We don't need too many troops to cover the rear—like I said before, our men might not be able to hold Milton, but they certainly can hold the oil and gas fields!"

"Move in skirmish formation!"

"go!"

"Yes!"

At almost the fastest speed, the 31st Brigade, with its strong will to survive, demonstrated unprecedented efficiency and order. They even managed to turn around temporarily during the march, something that could easily cause chaos, with remarkable composure!
Having lost most of their vehicles and needing to find terrain to evade Milton's aerial reconnaissance, they surprisingly managed to turn around and race toward their intended target, Tustra.

Badr even abandoned the command vehicle himself and sat in the highly concealed LuAZ-967 all-terrain vehicle, weighing less than 2 tons, enduring the pain caused by the bumps.

Even the excess fuel was ordered to be discarded by Badr in order to reduce the burden and speed up the march.

Boom boom boom...

More than an hour of frantic running was not enough to shake off the threat of the madmen behind him, but it was obvious that the sound of cannons had subsided!
It's no longer the kind of sound that seemed to ring right next to your ears, or a shockwave that could hit your face.

"Milton isn't chasing us in this direction!" Badr clapped his hands excitedly. "Use the vehicle radio to notify the people behind us, tell them not to let their guard down, we're not safe until we reach Tustra!"

"rush!"

After running for a while longer, the engines of those old-fashioned vehicles were almost smoking, and finally the sound of artillery fire ceased behind them, and the reports of being shelled stopped. Badr finally made it back to the road.

Fortunately, it is winter now, and the big temperature drop has passed, with the temperature returning to above 10 degrees Celsius. Otherwise, the 31st Brigade might be in a much worse situation than it is now.

"Ahead lies Tustra... Brothers, the lord there has plenty of meat to eat, but he won't send us a wagon for a little extra food!"

"They have so many men and so many guns, yet they won't send even a single dog to help us!"

“These damned officials sit in their offices and issue orders to make us defend against such a powerful enemy. Many of them may never have even touched a gun, yet they tell us to stay put and think that with their next order, we can stop bullets!”

"It's not that we can't beat Milton, but that a traitor is stabbing us in the back—and that traitor has already shown himself; it's those scoundrels in the state government!"

Badr was adept at shifting blame and manipulating public opinion. He shouted on the radio, "We have guns and cannons, and we have heroes like you who fight bravely for our country... Listen to my order, take up arms, and reclaim what is rightfully ours!"

"Pick up your weapons, everyone turn around! The enemy is in the command post!"

"Come on!"

At Badr's command, the soldiers, whose morale had been very low and who trembled at the mere mention of Milton's name, were instantly revived.

Tustra and his men had been there before; there were only some police officers with a few broken guns, nothing to worry about.

After such a humiliating defeat, they needed an outlet for their emotions and an excuse to salvage their dignity.

If we can't beat the enemy, we can't possibly beat the police officers or the civilians, right?
"Rush!!!"

With bloodshot eyes, the defeated army picked up their weapons and charged toward Tustra.

Several police cars arrived at the scene, and several officers got out of the cars, looking somewhat bewildered as they watched the soldiers of the 31st Brigade rushing towards them, not quite understanding what was going on.

The next instant, numerous bullet holes appeared on their bodies and on the police car next to them.

As they leaned back in disbelief, a burst of gunfire erupted.

Boom boom boom!
A machine gun on an all-terrain vehicle suddenly spat fire, sweeping towards the patrol team!

"Ahhh!"

Screams suddenly erupted from the street. Many onlookers, realizing that the commotion was actually happening to them, turned and fled in a frenzy, trying to hide in buildings.

But many people were shot down before they could run more than a few steps.

Badr finally entered the city at this moment, and he simply watched his soldiers carry out a massacre within the city, his face expressionless.

At this moment, a battalion of troops had already stormed the state police station, where gunfire erupted... But it was clear that the state police, armed at most with semi-automatic rifles, were no match for the regular army with grenade launchers and real artillery!
Several state troopers wearing soft body armor, not understanding what was going on, took a few AR-15s from their equipment lockers and tried to fight back. As soon as they pulled the trigger and fired a few bursts, they were hit by a barrage of machine gun bullets that went through the wall.

These body armor vests, which can be penetrated by FN57 pistols, have no chance of stopping machine gun bullets.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Milton has broken in?!"

"How is this possible? The 31st Brigade hasn't even been formed yet... Ah!!!"

The entire police station was filled with screams, the sound of shattering glass, and the ricocheting of bullets... but soon, all sound ceased to emanate from there.

After the battalion commander swept through the entire police station, wiping out the state government's most powerful, and only, violent, institution, a cruel look appeared on his face.

He first contacted Badr by radio and obtained authorization to continue the attack—a contact he made without even using a code!

"Haha! Damn, those disgusting days of communicating with each other using code words are finally over. Fighting Milton was really awful, it's so much more satisfying to fight those corrupt officials!"

"Kill! Brothers, follow me!"

"When I was on vacation before, I passed by a super luxurious house. There must be rich people or high-ranking officials living there, and oh, I also saw a particularly beautiful girl!"

"If the state government won't let us get rich, then we'll get rich ourselves! Charge!"

The battalion commander left the other companies to divide up the police station, while he led the guard company to rush toward the building he remembered.

Having lost their central police station, the officers on the streets were leaderless and no match for a well-organized army. They encountered almost no obstacles and arrived at the luxury apartment building.

Several security guards were still standing at the apartment entrance. They frowned as they saw the approaching troops and raised their hands to stop them, saying, "This is the Secretary of State's home. You'd better go somewhere else!"

boom!
The battalion commander patiently listened to his nonsense, then raised his hand and fired two shots, killing the two security guards.

"Pah!" The battalion commander spat viciously, shaking his major's epaulettes. "Two guard dogs, daring to talk to me like that, what are they? Don't they know my rank? What is the Secretary of State? Am I inferior to him?"

After he finished cursing, he waved his hand, and several guards understood and stepped forward, starting to kick the wooden door of the apartment garden frantically.

This action finally caused a commotion in the apartment.

Several security guards dressed in suits, wearing sunglasses, and carrying handguns ran down in a line, their faces full of dissatisfaction.

"Who dares to cause trouble here? Are they out of their mind?!"

However, as soon as they stepped outside, they saw heavily armed soldiers standing in front of them.

The recoilless rifles and rocket launchers, with their dark tubes pointed at the building, were accompanied by various rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers.

The battalion commander gave a cold laugh and moved his fingers.

Bang, boom!
A high-explosive grenade was fired, hitting right in the middle of the security guards.

At this time, a large number of people were still inside... A grenade that was close to exploding inside exploded into flames!
Security guards who were close to the epicenter of the explosion died instantly, while most of the other guards in the surrounding area also fell to the ground, writhing and struggling in agony.

After admiring their horrific state for a while, the battalion commander raised his pistol, walked over, and shot them all one by one.

With every shot, a skull was blown off.

"stop!"

Finally, a man dressed impeccably, wearing a top hat and exuding an air of "British gentleman" style, stepped down. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, disbelief and anger flashed in his eyes.

"What are you doing? Do you know who I am?!" the man shouted. "I am the Secretary of State, and this is my sacred and inviolable private property!"

The battalion commander toyed with his pistol, inwardly mocking these civilian officials who, though seemingly cowardly, now appeared remarkably brave: "Oh? Is that so?"

The Secretary of State continued his tirade: "As part of the military, your duty is to protect the nation, the cities, and the people—look what you've done! Not only are you killing civilians, but you're even vandalizing the Secretary of State's home! What are you trying to do?"

"Hmm... Secretary of State, shouldn't you also be serving the people?" the battalion commander retorted sarcastically. "Can your salary afford this apartment? Can your bonuses afford those luxury cars in the garage?"

The Secretary of State immediately blushed, and after a long pause, said, "That's all my legal income. Do you even know what political donations are? You know..."

"Alright, alright, you've said this on TV countless times." The battalion commander waved his hand. "Nobody said anything to you. Do you think you convinced everyone? Wrong. It's just because they don't have guns—now, stop and take a good look at what we're holding."

"If Milton were standing here instead of me, you'd probably be scared out of your wits by now, wouldn't you? What, just because he's a rebel and we're soldiers of the 31st Brigade?"

The moment the name "Milton" was uttered, those still alive present involuntarily shuddered.

The Secretary of State finally became frightened: "...Wait, okay! I understand what you mean. Tell me, what do you want?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a very beautiful young woman, barely 20 years old, came out, her face full of curiosity, and asked, "Father, what's wrong..."

"Go back!" the Secretary of State roared, turning his head to see longing and mockery in the eyes of the soldiers.

This is a rebel army that has just suffered a defeat and has been lacking "venting" for a long time.

The Secretary of State immediately said, "As long as you guarantee the safety of me and my family, I can give you the money."

"You're being foolish..." the battalion commander laughed coldly, "If we can't guarantee your and your family's safety, doesn't that mean the money isn't ours?" "You..."

"Don't you suddenly feel that letting Milton break in isn't so bad?" the battalion commander continued with a sarcastic remark, as if aimed at destroying your own morale. "Well, that's your choice."

"Brothers, come on!"

"Don't be too ruthless, leave him alive—let's see if he dares not to pay?"

"By the way, the brothers guarding the police station shouldn't suffer either. We'll rob the high-ranking officials, let them rob the low-ranking officials and civilians... What can we do? These useless people they voted for failed to protect their safety. They elected them themselves, hahahahaha!"

"..."

The tragedy of the mutiny unfolded throughout the capital of Chiapas state, turning this once peaceful city into a bloodbath.

As an administrative center, it has always been a place with relatively developed services and culture, and the vast majority of people have never seen a true "river of blood".

And now they see it.

Badr listened calmly to all the intelligence reports from his subordinates, then nodded with great satisfaction: "Very good, now the morale of the troops is almost stabilized... They will be motivated to fight for a better life."

"As long as we continue our offensive, our logistics can be maintained for a very long time..."

“Let’s go to the state government and see if our old friend Fied is still there.”

After the war, Badr didn't have many armored vehicles left... but the remaining military off-road vehicles were enough to crush this undefended city.

The state government was the most well-informed, and many people had already fled after hearing the news.

The 31st Brigade took complete control of the state legislature and state government with almost no effort, without even encountering the symbolic resistance from the police.

Bader hadn't expected to catch many slippery officials, but while searching the state government, he spotted Governor Fied in the governor's office!

"My God, this is a very important person!" Bader exclaimed in surprise, quickly glancing at Fid. "Oh! So that's why you didn't run when everyone else did. It wasn't because you had guts, but because you got hurt by Milton's bomb, and nobody was there to help you escape, hahahahaha!!!"

When Milton used a cannon to "assassinate" a high-ranking official last time, although Fied managed to escape, he was seriously injured and has not recovered even now, more than a month later.

Although Bader was also bombed and seriously injured, he was, after all, a general with sufficient equipment and was in much better physical condition than Fede.

Fied looked up at him with difficulty and asked, "Badr, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What am I supposed to do? And you dare ask me?!" Badr was furious. "You damned, office-bound bugs, do you really think a single order can send thousands of men from the 31st Brigade to their deaths?!"

"You want us to die? I'll make you die first!"

"If the Federation won't let us live, if Milton won't let us live, then I'll find my own way!"

After finishing his tirade, Badr picked up his pistol, aimed it at Fede's head, and emptied the magazine.

The governor of a state was killed by rebel troops!
Bang bang bang!
After firing several more shots at the corpse, Bader, panting heavily, waved his hand and said, "Call 'Shooter' Julio! Also, quickly take control of the news television station and say that Chiapas State is now officially under martial law, the military is in control, and everyone must obey the military's orders."

"Yes, yes!" An adjutant immediately dialed the governor's office phone while asking, "And what about the federal government?"

"A federal government in Mexico City wants to control Chiapas? Let them eat shit!"

"Yes Yes."

Soon, the call was connected.

Julio asked, somewhat puzzled, "Uh... Mr. Governor? Is there something you need?"

Badr answered the phone and said, "It's me, Badr."

"..."

A strange silence fell over Julio's side.

After a long pause, the CJNG's top leader finally asked, "Hmm...it seems I'll never hear the former governor's voice again?"

“Alright, big spender, crazy enough... Elmenjohn would admire you if he knew about this. Here’s what we’ll do, you talk to Elmenjohn directly.”

"Finally, congratulations, General Bader—it seems you've found the best way out of this desperate situation."

A commotion arose from the other side, and after a full five minutes, an unfamiliar voice finally came through.

"General Bader."

"Are you Elmenjo?"

“I am… ‘Shooter’ Julio, and he has spoken highly of you to me.” Elmenjour’s emotions were not much of a fluctuation. “Now it seems that you are indeed very bold, daring to launch a coup and directly kill the governor.”

"Alright, enough with the nonsense." Bader was annoyed. "Milton is after me now, and Salinas, for his own political life, has been coerced by other drug cartels into trying to get rid of me. Now I'm planning to join your CJNG as a faction. What do you say?"

Elmenjo chuckled: "You've probably heard that I have several brothers who come from the military, including your 31st Brigade. So, we have a basis for cooperation—but before that, I have another question: how much strength do you have left?"

"Half died, half scattered, and half surrendered. Now there's still half left. We lost our heavy weapons, but our light weapons and mortars are still here." Badr was getting impatient. "Give me a straight answer. If you can't, I'll just build my own 'Chiapascart'."

“Don’t rush…” Elmenjohn said slowly, “This is a major collaboration, so we need to be clear about things. Your involvement is certainly tempting, but it will also bring us new enemies.”

"Stop talking nonsense!" A general like Bader, who had experienced so many wars, would not be easily fooled. "Your CJNG has just risen to prominence and your momentum looks very strong, but Milton's actions in Chiapas have already interrupted your development momentum. Don't think I don't know about your losses in Chiapas."

"After such a crushing defeat, how much control do you have over your men? Will your other vassal groups defect to others? How will you fill such a huge deficit? Your grand ambitions are doomed, Elmenjo!"

"You desperately need an injection of powerful energy to re-establish your fledgling, pathetic drug cartel."

"--Me too. The army is powerful, but it needs fertile ground to survive. Milton will definitely attack, and I can't stop them."

"The federal government has completely broken off relations."

"Now, our only chance to survive is to cooperate and pool our strength; otherwise, we'll die together. Enough talk. I have 1,500 men, the wealth plundered from Tustra, and guns and cannons. If we cooperate, I'll plunder this place and then head to Jalisco in a while; if we don't cooperate, we'll go our separate ways."

“Give me an answer, Elmenjohn, leader of CJNG.”

Elmenjoy remained silent for a long time, then laughed: "CJNG welcomes you, General Bader."

……

Almoloa de Juárez, Mexico State, Alpine Prison.

This is the highest security prison in all of Mexico.

Joaquín Guzmán, one of the notorious leaders of the Sinaloa Group, is also imprisoned here.

At that moment, Guzman had just hung up the phone—although he was imprisoned in the highest-security prison, he was still able to make phone calls and control the Sinaloa Group.

He also has a private room, equipped with a color TV.

"Hehe..." Guzman chuckled and tapped the table. "It's only been a few months? I thought it had been years."

Not long ago, the Sinaloa Group's facilities in Tapachula were wiped out... However, since the group's core interests were not there, Guzman did not pay much attention to it.

However, later, the Pan-Maderley Group was established, defeated the government forces in the Guatemalan civil war, and completely solidified its warlord status...

Now, the Mexican 31st Brigade, a regular army, is suffering a frontal rout, and Milton is about to completely control half of Chiapas.

A new generation of Jalisco has suddenly emerged, demonstrating the power to suppress several established drug cartels and conquering territory everywhere. The various cartels are actually struggling to cope.

How long has it been?
"Times are changing..."

Guzman sighed, picked up the phone, and called Ismail Zambada, also the leader of the Sinaloa Group.

As a co-founder of the Sinaloa Group, Zambada had a relatively broad perspective. He did not show any contempt for the imprisoned former leader and the Sinaloa Group's "spiritual leader": "Guzman? Is there anything you need my help with?"

“'May,' you’ve heard about it, right? The things that happened in Chiapas, and that Elmenjo.”

"Don't worry, we are working hard to solve the problem."

Guzman began, “I think the whole world situation is changing… Milton, an absolute drug kingpin, has already militarily controlled such a long border. If we let him develop like this, will our group still have a future? Only by controlling the channels can we control everything. You are in charge of internal operations and resource integration, so I don’t need to remind you.”

May gave a wry smile: "That kid Elmenjohn... his men are too crazy. I also want to focus on the future, but the current situation is just too troublesome."

"'May', don't forget, we and certain groups once shared a common name."

Yes, the Sinaloa Cartel, the Juarez Cartel, and the Tijuana Cartel were all formerly known as the Guadalajara Cartel, the so-called drug empire.

“Now, I think it’s time for us to unite again… or at least to build a deeper partnership, just like the mutual trust we have between the two of us.”

“The situation is getting worse… Hmm, I need to break out of prison and take over leadership of my men again.”

“In May, you will be in charge of pulling strings to help me transfer to a less strictly supervised prison. In 1995, which is next year, we will find a way to implement the prison break plan.”

(End of this chapter)