Working as a police officer in Mexico

Huh?

Huh???

Ah!!!!

Inside the office, though no sound was made, everyone wore a look of shock!

That was the Wailing Wall!

The so-called Holy Land of the Three Religions.

If there were a楹联, it would surely read: Incense mists curl in the Three Religions temple, where Buddha, Jesus, and Qing all roam freely!

Why is the Middle East so volatile?

It's no exaggeration to say that in that area…

Although enemies are everywhere, it's impossible to kill Israel!

Who would dare risk the world's condemnation by blowing up the Wailing Wall?

Who's so barbaric?

Who's so perverted!

Casale subconsciously looked at Viktor, just in time to see the boss looking at him.

"It wasn't me."

Viktor shook his head.

"What does the intelligence department say?"

Augustin Preciado looked serious, "We haven't found any clues either, but I smell a familiar scent."

"A familiar feeling of stirring up shit."

Viktor narrowed his eyes, "Are you saying the CIA?"

Augustin Preciado nodded, "Even thousands of kilometers away, I can smell that sneaky, underhanded feeling."

No one in intelligence work has clean hands.

This brother even cursed himself.

"Although I don't know about crude oil, I know the Middle East is about to explode again."

Casale frowned, his eyes flashing, "Boss, do you think they might be deliberately provoking conflict to eliminate Palestine? You know, only we recognize their nationhood in public opinion and in fact, and invited them into the Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization. Could it be they want to use them to cut off our influence?"

Now that he said it, it was really possible!

After all, after World War II, major powers rarely intervened personally. The Mexican-American War was due to being too close, the little brothers were too far away, and the United States had no choice. They wanted to rely on Israel to eliminate Palestine, or rather, to extinguish their arrogance, and cut off Mexico's hand reaching into the Middle East!

"Their real intention isn't about the wine, but about us."

"Although we support them with $500 million in equipment, it hasn't been shipped over yet. They want to play a time difference."

Viktor listened to Casale's analysis, and his narrowed eyes gradually opened.

The phone on the table rang abruptly.

Drawing the attention of all three of them.

"Hello!" Viktor's expression gradually became serious, "I understand."

Casale noticed a clear rise in the boss's emotions after he answered the phone. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Boss."

"Israel has announced that the incident was caused by anti-Israeli forces within Palestine, who launched rockets into the Green Zone, and announced that they will carry out a war of retaliation."

"Three armored brigades and two infantry brigades have entered the Green Zone."

The Green Zone is the security zone established in 1967, also known as Gaza.

"That fast?"

Casale gasped, "I don't believe it if they weren't prepared."

"Boss, what should we do?"

Viktor stood up and slammed his fist heavily on the table, "Since the US is letting its little brother play, then we don't need to be polite. Let the Ministry of Foreign Affairs reprimand this trumped-up charge, and announce the suspension of all cooperation with Israel, list Israel on the 'Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization' blacklist, and not rule out providing Palestine with missiles and other large-scale weapons!"

Casale had already taken out his notebook and recorded it. Hearing this, "Boss, are we really going to provide them?"

"It's not time yet. If you provide them now, they'll be blown up before they even reach the port. Do you think there aren't Israelis inside Palestine?"

"We need to prepare for a protracted war!"

"But passively taking a beating isn't our style." Viktor looked at Augustin Preciado, "Is there any way to give Israel a heavy blow domestically?"

"To scare them like frightened birds!"

"And to knock down the United States' prestige in the Middle East!"

The Mexican-American War was like Duke Zhuang of Zheng shooting at the Zhou Emperor, letting everyone know that the United States would also bleed, would also admit defeat, and would also wail.

Without being polite, Viktor changed the course of history, and also changed the future changes of mankind.

This is also why so many countries later applied to join the UN, one of the main reasons.

Oh…

So you're not that fierce.

Augustin Preciado carefully considered, "It's very possible."

"Then make a report, and let the military participate in drafting it, to give a blow from a military perspective."

The other party nodded vigorously.

"General, what should the operation be called?"

Viktor propped his hand, "Al-Aqsa Flood, let's call it Operation Al-Aqsa Flood."

… …

"We are shocked by Israel's shamelessness!"

At a press conference two hours later, Propaganda Minister and "National Palace" spokesman Goebbels shouted loudly above.

He also pointed with his hand… pointing at an angle, "What the people of the Middle East need is peace, but what about Mossad? Assassination! Despicable assassination! Provocation! Stirring up discord! It's like a bastard despicably playing with people's hearts, it's a pity that the Germans back then didn't solve the big trouble!"

Wow!

This sentence immediately made many reporters below boil over.

"I protest!"

A blond, high-nosed reporter, who looked like a Jew, stood up indignantly, "Are you whitewashing Fascism? Are you standing on the opposite side of justice? Does Mexico want DC and NC!"

Goebbels just looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Security personnel "invited" the other party out.

"Our Mexican regime serves the poor and the proletariat, and the ideal we pursue is world peace."

"Then please…"

A reporter raised his hand, "Then please, does Mexico think it has the ability?"

"Of course!"

Goebbels smiled, "We are next to the world's biggest shit-stirrer, and we are watching him!"

Everyone was stunned, and instantly understood who he was talking about.

The Americans were silent.

Just cursing their mothers in their hearts.

If you have a temper, don't be in North America, be in South America, and I'll deal with you now.

No way…

The United States is too far from God, and too close to Mexico.

"Mexico will increase the military budget for Palestine to 1 billion US dollars, and also ask them not to give up, victory will always belong to the just side!"

"Thank you."

Goebbels said thank you, then clamped the folder and prepared to leave.

"Sir, sir…"

Suddenly a reporter in the front row shouted, he glanced at it, it was an Asian, and then looked at the flag on the other party's microphone, stopped, no way, allies.

"Please speak, but only one question, I'm still very busy now."

"Please, will Mexico intervene?"

Goebbels spread his hands, "Who knows what will happen in the future, and Palestine is a member of the UN, if Israel keeps acting without morality and a bottom line, we do not rule out sending a coalition force!"

"Justice cannot bow to injustice."

"If begging and cowardice cannot bring a dignified life, then die in battle, dragging them down with us!"

The reporter who heard his words had his mouth half open.

A few seconds later, he regained his senses, squeezed out a slightly stiff smile and said thank you, Goebbels nodded to him and left.

"Are they crazy? Does Mexico really want to go to war again?" a reporter said in a low voice.

Of course, some people retorted, "I think they just want to wage a proxy war. They will definitely not participate directly, because Mexico needs to develop. War will drag down their progress. Maybe in the end, the corpses will be from both Palestine and Israel, the debts will be Europe's, and the benefits will be for both the US and Mexico?"

The behind-the-scenes operators of war never lose.

"What a turbulent time!"

A reporter also sighed.

Within two hours of Mexico issuing its declaration…

Cuba, Venezuela, Ivory Coast, and Cambodia all issued "warnings," demanding that Israel consider the overall situation and not do anything that would outrage both humans and gods.

As for Niger…

This small country just cheered from the sidelines.

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Oh right, they were also cheerleaders in the "34 Hall" during the Gulf War.

Anyway, adhering to what the big brothers say is right, I'm just a small fry. You guys play your own game, I'll play mine. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll send a dozen or twenty people to help out.

The main thing is to not offend anyone, but in the end, everyone is offended.

And the funniest thing is…

Abu Huzayfah al-Ansari, the leader of the al-Qaeda organization who was "hiding" in Sudan, also rarely made an appearance, stating that Israelis had damaged the Wailing Wall!

The United States also held a press conference, expressing "disappointment" with Mexico's attitude, believing that the Victor government was constantly damaging "US-Mexico relations."

The Mexican government's news website published a report:

《The Evil Old Witch is Coveting the Indians' Scalps》.

The meaning is very clear. You must know that a large part of the Mexican population is of Indian descent. Isn't this mocking the Americans for only scalping?

For a time…

The situation became strange and unpredictable.

But everyone was still in a war of words, quietly waiting for the upheaval in the Middle East.

Victor smoked a cigarette, sitting by the French window. He looked out at the distant horizon, dark clouds covering the top, and the sky darkened.

But in the clouds, he could still see light struggling.

They seemed to be fighting against the dark clouds, and against this world.

"So beautiful."

Victor muttered, his eyes blurred.

… …

The struggles of the upper echelons do not affect the front lines.

As a tourist area in the Caribbean, the Yucatan Peninsula has the best roads and infrastructure, summed up in two words: rich!

Basically, the roads are paved with asphalt, and you can see many private cars with large and small packages… fleeing for their lives!

The news of the Mexican government forces entering had already caused a stir in this area.

The two regiments of the Marine Cavalry 1st Division traveled day and night, and finally the vanguard arrived three kilometers outside the capital, Merida, in the early morning of June 1!

And there are actually many drug dealers here…

But they all ran away!

Caught between two sides, everyone knows it's a dead end. Mexicans won't fight you in street battles. They would rather blow up the flat buildings and rebuild them later. Whether you are civilians or drug dealers, they will all be blown to death. In this ruthlessness, they will never show mercy.

Because of this…

Drug dealers who encounter government forces either run or die. Resist?

Who would resist?

But there are still some who are stubborn!

For example…

The "Magellan" family, who have been settled in Merida for more than 400 years.

They are Spanish, their ancestors were officers in the Spanish Expeditionary Force, and were adjutants to the famous "Governor" Hernán Cortés.

They used their power to enclose a large piece of land in Merida.

But the time of their rise was during the Mexican-American War in 1846. They reported the route of the Mexican army to the United States, in exchange for the support of the Americans, and the family business flourished.

In Merida, they are nobles!

A large part of the taxes received here every year fell into their pockets. Just imagine, hundreds of years of savings… how much money would that be?

Since 1846, the "Magellan" family has controlled the local economy, politics, and culture, affecting all aspects.

When Victor rose to power, they also sent people to contact him, hoping to invest.

But everyone knows:

Emperor Victor was born in humble circumstances, a prison guard.

His family was poor, but he had lofty aspirations and was unwilling to be ordinary. Although he was in prison, doing menial labor, he never forgot the ambition in his heart.

In the chaotic world of Mexico, he felt sorry for the people's suffering and grieved for the country's wounds, so he resolutely raised troops, aiming to liberate the world!

Since then, he has fought in the south and north, fearless. Fighting in the wilderness, fighting in the mountains and forests, he has experienced countless hardships and obstacles. Every time he faced a battle, he took the lead bravely, disregarding life and death, and fought bravely among the enemy troops with a burst of enthusiasm.

His prestige gradually became apparent, and his achievements were remarkable. Whether breaking the enemy's camp or beheading the enemy's generals, wherever he went, the enemy troops were afraid. After several years, he had countless battles of all sizes, and his name spread in all directions, and people all over the world heard of his heroic deeds.

What he hates the most are the children of aristocratic families.

He directly rejected the "Magellan" family.

No, he rejected all aristocratic families. In Victor's ideal country, there may be many classes in the future, and even evil dragons will appear, but, he will not allow the remnants of the old society to continue to be at large in the new era.

It's a pity that the Kong family is not here, otherwise, he would bombard them with cannons!

The rejected "Magellan" family didn't care, but who would have thought that in just two years, they would have the appearance of aspiring to the world.

At this time, in the Merida Mayor's Office.

Anatoly Magellan, the 28th generation head of the family, who is 37 years old and in the prime of his life, has a gloomy face at this time, looking at the chattering police chief in front of him:

"Mayor, let's run too. We... we don't have the troops to resist. The police have also run away. Now there are less than 400 armed personnel in the city, and I don't know when they all ran away…"

"Where to go? Where do you want to go!" Anatoly Magellan said, suppressing his anger.

"To America!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the angry Anatoly took out his gun and pulled the trigger directly, emptying the magazine, and shot the opponent's chest into a bloody mess.

"Go to America? If I go to America, those blood-sucking capitalists will make me die faster!"

America…

The cake is limited and does not allow others to join. You see, almost… no, all listed companies have capital behind them. They are just a matter of you in me and me in you. They are all just a bunch of people.

You Magellan family?

What kind of stuff are you!

So, if he goes to America, he will die faster. A nouveau riche without any connections or backing is the favorite of those bandits.

The others in the office were trembling with fear.

Anatoly Magellan said with red eyes, "Anyone who talks about running away or surrendering again will end up like him!"

"If there are no men, go and conscript. No, don't conscript, go to the slums to find people, 500 US dollars a day, 1,000, 2,000! There will always be someone who is tempted. Find them all, I don't believe that with money, you can't find soldiers!"

"Get out!"

"All of you, get out and find people!"

Everyone hurried to escape.

Anatoly Magellan's face turned red and his whole body trembled. He opened the drawer and took out a package of white powder and poured it on the table.

"No, no, I have to quit it!"

His face was ferocious, but looking at the drugs on the table, he suddenly became addicted again, "Just once, just once, after taking this time, I won't take it anymore."

With that, he climbed down and pinched his nose to start snorting.

His entire face, which looked slightly handsome, was now drooling and tearful, a complete drug addict!

Addiction is impossible to quit.

It's like masturbation, it's all addictive. In the end, it will hurt your spirit and ruin your body!

Of course, masturbating to dogs is not a capital crime.

Drugs…

Cannot be forgiven!

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