Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Jesus? Hahahaha! Victor is Jesus, what am I!"

In the mountains of Jalisco, El Mencho pointed at the newspaper and couldn't help laughing, and wiped his tears.

"Then you are Jehovah, boss!" The younger brother next to him said with a lick on his face.

El Mencho patted his shoulder happily, and then clicked his tongue twice, "What do you think about starting a sect?"

The younger brothers stared at each other.

The boss seemed to regard the Governor of Mexico as an idol. No matter what the other party did, he would do it!

He also learned his speeches on TV.

"I want everyone to shout my name! I want all people to believe in me and have eternal life!" El Mencho shouted excitedly, picked up the Pepsi on the table and drank it in one gulp.

"Boss, the doctor said you can't drink too much of this drink, your diabetes is more serious..."

Bang!

El Mencho smashed the bottle on the ground, stared at the younger brother who ruined his mood, "Do I need you to remind me?!"

The younger brother lowered his head, feeling a little unhappy. Damn, I reminded you with good intentions, and you are still scolding me here.

Drink, drink till you die!

If you have complications, I'll see whether you call me dad or I call you dad!

"Boss, boss..." Just when things were a little awkward in the room, a henchman rushed in at the door.

"What's wrong?" El Mencho asked with a frown.

"Our informant has troops gathered at the foot of the mountain!"

The people next to him got nervous when they heard it, "Is Victor calling?"

"Shut up!"

El Mencho saw the panicked crowd, frowned and scolded them, and just as he was about to give an order, he heard a chattering noise outside accompanied by gunshots. His face suddenly changed and he ran outside.

In the dark night, many people raised their guns and shot at the sky.

He looked up and saw a huge "shadow" swooping down from the horizon against the backdrop of the moon.

"Plane! It's a plane of the Northern Army!!!"

The drug dealer behind El Mencho roared.

"Zi~ Tutututututututututu!!"

The fighter jet at the front fired a burst of shots, scraping off a layer of the ground, and all the drug dealers on the shooting path were split vertically!

They turned into a bloody mist!

El Mencho's heart trembled, and he dodged to the side, staring at the "fighter" that was almost "sticking" to the ground.

What kind of ground-licking maniac?

"What kind of plane is this!"

"Warthog! A-10!" A little brother who is still a military fan quickly answered, "Here it comes again, here it comes again..."

The three A10s following closely behind began the "reconstruction" plan, and the GAU-8/A Avenger machine guns suppressed the drug dealers holding AKs below.

The rate of fire is 3900 rounds per minute. This thing was originally produced to attack ground tanks. You use it directly to attack people?

There is no power to fight back at all.

"Retreat! Retreat!" El Mencho is brave, but his legs are also long. If he doesn't run away, he will have to explain here.

Abandon the little brother?

If you lose it, then lose it!

Anyway, there are so many people in Mexico, and some people can't eat.

Buzz!

El Mencho heard a sobbing sound in the sky. He looked up with some fear and curiosity, and saw more than a dozen planes flying overhead, and then... dropped shells from the abdomen.

Who can see what it is in the middle of the night?

But it is definitely not a good thing.

"Run! Run!" El Mencho turned and ran, but he stepped on a stone, stumbled, and almost fell. He fled with the help of his younger brother.

Bang! Boom!

A burst of light...

These Mustang-modified bombers dropped AN-M69 cluster incendiary bombs!

This is what Le Mei used for barbecue.

From then on, there were fewer barriers between the Japanese people, and they were all "familiar" people.

This is called an incendiary bomb, which is essentially a napalm bomb. It fell from the sky and hit the ground. The huge energy wolf began to react. With a roar, the small mountain village hidden in the mountain kaka was... flattened.

The splashing flames attached to the surroundings.

The drug dealer screamed and shrieked in pain, rolling on the ground...

A black, burnt hand stretched out from the flames, and a man crawled out, his mouth, eyes, and ears were all on fire, screaming with his mouth open, and finally the hand fell off...

El Mencho was running in the woods, he heard the screams behind him, turned his head, and the hot air made his face feel painful.

"Victor!!"

He shouted almost with gritted teeth, he was very proud, yes, this big drug lord who was a thief in the United States and was later caught was still very sensitive.

The younger brother behind him was very nervous, "Boss, the soldiers of the Northern Army have pushed down the mountain, let's go quickly."

If you have any remarks, you can make them later, it's not appropriate to make an "award" speech now.

If you are caught...

The younger brother shuddered suddenly, that's Victor!

Skinning and pulling out the tendons, Hummer dismemberment, helicopter hanging...

Just thinking about it is horrifying.

Satan would have to give a thumbs up, "Yoshi".

El Mencho took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy. His mentality exploded, and his blood sugar soared. He touched his pocket and found that he had lost his insulin. He was really panicking. If it exploded, he would be finished. "Go! Go!"

The fire caused by the incendiary bombs could not be contained at all, and it directly fueled the fire when it encountered bushes and trees...

The fire burned through the mountains.

The sky was burned brightly.

The animals all fled in panic.

In war, no creature can escape.

In World War II, even if you were a bear, you had to resist ammunition.

At the foot of the mountain...

The Fifth Regiment of the Mexican Northern Army was guarding like this.

This is a newly established regiment, and the main personnel are newly recruited soldiers and some veterans who are backbones.

60,000 new soldiers finally "came out", and 12 new reinforced regiments were added, each with 5,000 people...

The new soldiers always had to be dragged out to see the big scene. The commander of the Fifth Regiment, Wilhelm Guderian, squinted his eyes and looked at the raging fire with a blank expression.

"To deal with the enemies hiding in the mountains, what we have to do is burn them to death! Force them out of the mountains, and the sky, the sea, and the land belong to us."

The adjutant Douglas Haig next to him agreed with this seemingly "stupid" tactic and highly praised it, "War is destruction. Only barbarians like the Soviet Union would fight a security war with the Afghans in the mountains."

"We can despise our opponents tactically, but we must pay attention to them strategically. The drug dealers have started to fight guerrilla warfare. This is not a good sign. It shows that the opponents we are facing are becoming more and more cunning..."

Guderian remembered a sentence in "Victor's Theory" and blurted out, "We must let the drug dealers fall into the ocean of people's war!"

Deputy Regiment Commander Douglas Haig nodded.

In fact, the Fifth Regiment had no idea who was in the mountains!

After they were established in the rear, they were directly pulled to the most severe front line of Sinaloa State, and then villagers at the foot of the mountains reported that they found "unknown armed" personnel appearing and entering and leaving the mountains.

The command thought that there was a drug guerrilla hiding here, so they directly sent the Fifth Regiment to crush them with air firepower and advance ground infantry.

If they knew that El Mencho had escaped, they would definitely rush up.

The mountain fire was getting more and more intense!

"Captain, now the Northern Army has 16 regiments. I heard that they are going to start establishing divisions and armies?" Douglas Haig suddenly asked.

"What? Are you interested?"

If others were asked this, they might shake their heads to be polite, but Haig's eyes were full of ambition. "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier."

"And..."

Haig paused, "No matter what system the general uses in the future, there will be limited positions for me. Soldiers must make enough merits on the battlefield before they can get the position they want. Are you not interested? Captain."

Guderian smiled and didn't answer.

Of course, he was interested in running for the position of division commander. A division has nearly 20,000 people. NMD, it's shocking to think about it, but he has only been the commander for a short time. Even if he took a rocket, it wouldn't be that fast.

Seeing that the commander didn't continue to talk, Haig didn't ask any more questions.

But he knew...

If he didn't have ambition, he would have returned home to farm long ago. Who would join the army?

…

Vienna International Airport, Austria.

The Austrian officials who came to see him off were so moved!

Victor is finally leaving.

It's not easy...

This guy is so good at making trouble.

The successive events in Mexico directly affected the stability of the European world. The "apparition of the Virgin Mary" incident in the cathedral was a joke to many people.

Many theologians came out and said, "Victor is a liar!"

Some scientists also said that as long as the environment allows, the apparition of the Virgin Mary can occur to a certain extent. This is a fraud.

In Italy, where the Vatican is located, thousands of people rushed into the Vatican and demanded an expedition to Mexico in St. Peter's Basilica to burn those who insulted God to death.

Many people in Austria also asked the government to keep Victor and convict him, and the parliament was arguing.

Now he is finally gone...

It is great that the parliament does not have to fight.

Victor is still very sensible. After the transfer and security personnel arrived, he left directly after waiting for the other party to rest for a night.

He looked at the Austrian officials who were seeing him off from the window. They waved their hands vigorously, smiled, closed the window, and said something meaningful to his captain Jason Bourne: "The stupid Austrians occupy a vast land. This is God's gift and God's disgust."

"Find someone to infiltrate and find out all the intelligence from Austria."

Jason Bourne stared.

Boss...you are not going to blitz Austria, are you?

If the mustache knew that his hometown was stolen decades later, would he get up?

"Don't worry, I'm not arrogant enough to challenge the whole world alone." Victor smiled and glanced at Jason, who laughed awkwardly.

Picking up the newspaper, the main source of understanding the world is still paper media. Eight out of ten reports in Austrian newspapers are scolding Victor in various ways, but the words are relatively single.

The language is not lethal, just saying liar, bastard, etc.

There is no way to break Victor's defense.

The formula for scolding: subject + the other party's female relative + verb.

And there is a piece of news in the remaining newspapers that caught his attention.

The US coalition forces encountered a night attack by the Iraqi army in Kuwait, causing heavy casualties. The front-line commander Major General Mauricas Enders was dismissed on the spot.

According to informed sources: The Mexican tank "Anubis" crew defeated 7 Iraqi T72 tanks head-on and was awarded the Medal of Honor by the US combat command!

"Do you know about this?" Victor frowned.

Jason Bourne came over and took a look, his face blank.

"Inform me immediately of the expeditionary army's affairs in the future. The Austrians have published it in the newspaper, but I still don't know. Is it because the salary is too high that you are all slacking off!"

The security personnel next to him all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

They were afraid that the general would say something and throw them to dig potatoes.

Jason Bourne cursed at the people below in his mind. There must be someone who thought it was unimportant and put it aside, but he didn't dare to explain and could only express his position.

If you do something wrong, you must stand at attention when you are scolded.

"Send a working group from the Mexican News Agency to serve as military reporters to find out whether this matter is true. If it is true, each member of this tank group will be rewarded with 1 million pesos."

Since the Americans have rewarded him, Victor certainly can't be stingy. This is the best publicity advertisement. In addition to eating food, being a soldier can also make money!

1 million pesos ≈ 60,000 US dollars!

It is equivalent to the salary of an ordinary northern soldier for two years.

Except for the central area of ​​Tijuana, you can buy a 3-bedroom, 1-living-room house in slightly remote areas.

The secretaries who followed him wrote down his words and passed them on to various departments.

"We must also publicize it! Spread the news of their meritorious service and bonuses to their relatives, write their names and achievements into local history, and include their merits in local museums."

"The local government should give their families the best help and help them find easy jobs for retirement."

"The photos of Kurt Konispel, Otto Karjus, and Michael Wittmann are exhibited in the central areas of various northern cities.

"We must make soldiers the most respected profession in Mexican society! "

The secretaries who followed him wrote down his words and passed them on to various departments.

Jason Bourne sighed in his heart. Mexicans value family very much. With the general's actions, the whole family will have face. Who wouldn't envy?

Want the same treatment?

Join the army!

Mexico needs you, Victor needs you.

This will definitely stimulate a group of young people to join the army.

"I plan to recruit another 150,000 young people to join the army..."

"General, in this way, the proportion of our new recruits will completely exceed that of veterans, this..." Jason .Bourne said urgently.

"The 150,000 new recruits will need at least half a year of training, and the 60,000 new recruits who have already come out will be enough to become experienced veterans in half a year. I plan to launch the "Northern Recovery Plan!"

"Immediately, troops will leave Sonora and Sinaloa and attack the neighboring Chihuahua, Durango and Coahuila states! ! "

Victor, the governor of the north, is still "incomplete". There are still three states that have not been taken over. Among the 34 million people, more than 9 million are under the shadow of terror of drug dealers.

He is very heartbroken!

"From now on, the air force will strike important targets in the three continents. Order the combat command to formulate a combat plan. In addition to the National Guard, all 16 regiments will be sent to the front line!"

"One battle is a decisive battle!"

"The intelligence department is also in operation. I don't want my troops to be blind."

"Next year, I will spend the Day of the Dead in Juarez."

"General, then the commander..."

"General Kennedy will be the commander-in-chief of this operation, headed by Horatio Herbert Kitchener, the director of the Northern Military Academy, and Erich Ludendorff, the director of the Combat Command Department of the Tijuana Army Academy, will be the assistant. A 20-member staff group will be formed to provide military advice to the front-line troops!"

"The logistics troops will control the market food, steel, etc. Any consortium dares to mess around... Let the Thirteenth Bureau act first and then report!"

Jason Bourne winked at the secretary behind him and asked her to write it down quickly.

This is an order that determines a major event for the Northern Army.

16 regiments, more than 100,000 soldiers, launched an armed crusade against three states. If successful, Victor's throne would be firmly established. If failed...

Everyone would go into exile.

However, the whole world is unhappy with the general, and he might die if he fails.

"Have you finished writing?" Victor asked the secretary.

Chief Secretary Miss Christa Schroeder nodded.

"Send the order to Casare."

"Get ready immediately!"

...

"Sir, sir~"

Casare was dazed and saw someone pushing him. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that it was the secretary. He hoarsely spoke, his eyes were a little red, and sat up from the bed, "What's the matter?"

"The general called." The secretary said.

Casare hurriedly walked out of the cubicle and picked up the phone on the desk, "Boss!"

He was under great pressure as the acting governor. The lives of tens of millions of people depended on him. He only dared to sleep for 3 hours a day. He now had a migraine. The doctor asked him to have a good rest.

But where could he sleep?

The secretary watched Casare constantly responding, "Yes, OK, OK, I understand." The call lasted about ten minutes. He hung up the phone, and his frown could have killed a fly.

"Call General Kennedy Heisenberg for a meeting. I have an emergency!"

At the Northern Military Academy, a call was made to the vice president's office. After hanging up the phone, he hurried to the home of the Dean of Studies, Horatio Herbert Kitchener.

The dog was barking outside.

Looking at the principal who came late at night, Kitchener was stunned. When he heard that he was the head of the staff, his eyes lit up.

Teaching and educating people is great, but he still hopes to shine on the battlefield!

"Kitchener." The vice-president grabbed his hand, "You have to consider the Northern Military Academy more for the staff group. This is our own person."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener hesitated for a while and frowned.

The vice-presidents are all smart people. They said kindly, "You will definitely move up in the future. Our military academy is a place to train professional soldiers. If you help them more, you will also help yourself. You can help each other in the future."

Isn't this just forming cliques?

Kitchener is not a pedantic person. He has to climb up, and he has to gather a group of people around him to run errands for him.

"Okay, but you can't stuff everyone in. I have to test them. Moreover, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, our Northern Military Academy will have 5 of the 20 places from Ludendao, and the remaining 9 will be selected from other military academies."

The vice-president also knew the benefits of eating meat together, and agreed very readily.

Isn't this just gilding!

Can an army of hundreds of thousands of people still collapse?

The three northern provinces must be won!

As Victor's order was issued, the war machine was running fast!

"What, why is there so little corn today?"

The manager of a restaurant asked the vegetable vendor who was delivering the goods, "I don't owe you money, how can this be enough?"

The vegetable vendor smiled bitterly in the face of the accusation and took a notice from the car, "The government has requisitioned it. From today, vegetables, meat, soy products, etc. are all on the control list."

The restaurant manager took the notice and read it through, and felt a little toothache.

"Maybe there will be a war." The vegetable vendor said in a low voice.

"Ah?"

The manager was startled, and just when he was about to speak, he heard the roar of the engine. The two looked over and saw that the gate of the military camp opposite was opened, and more than a dozen soldiers rushed out from inside, and implemented temporary military control at the intersection.

That is, holding a gun and standing on the road.

"TMD! Get out of the way, I have to go to work!" A man driving a Mazda honked his horn in dissatisfaction, and pretended to rush over. His temper was obviously not very good.

The locals are more sturdy.

The sergeant who stopped him pulled the bolt and the sound of the bullet being loaded was very crisp.

The other party immediately became obedient.

The man laughed awkwardly, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, and kept bowing and waving, "It's okay, don't worry, you've worked hard."

Just a few days of good life and you're so upset?

Before Victor came to power, the local army and police were not polite, they brought guns with them, and there were even cases of eating free meals and killing vendors.

Buzz buzz buzz~

A heavy truck drove out from inside, and behind it were armored vehicles, without tarpaulins, just openly for you to see.

"TPz-1 armored vehicle!" In a Mercedes-Benz car behind, a little boy stuck his head out and said loudly.

After the heavy truck passed, the second one drove out, this time it was a howitzer.

"G5 howitzer!"

When the restaurant manager saw the weapon, his expression was stunned and his eyes were a little confused. How could the Northern Army have weapons produced in South Africa?

This is produced by DENEL. It started to be developed in 1976 and entered service in 1981. It uses NATO 155mm ammunition and is towed by a motor vehicle. It can reach a speed of 16 kilometers per hour and a range of 30 kilometers. If extended-range ammunition is used, it can reach 39 kilometers.

"Ahem, okay, I want all your vegetables. You can send them in. I have something else to do." The manager said to the vegetable vendor, and then shouted to a staff member to come over and ask him to take them.

He ran up to the office by himself.

He also looked around outside, locked the door when he closed it, and ran to the desk to pull out the drawer. There was a phone number written on the back.

NMD, it's really hidden.

He called the number, and the other side answered after just two rings.

"Where is Boss El Mencho?"

"Tell me what you have to say." The person on the other side said calmly.

"The Northern Army has taken action! The 4th Regiment stationed in Ensenada has been dispatched, with heavy weapons and long-range artillery. I think something is wrong, so be careful."

The other party's tone tightened, "Okay! I got it, I'll contact you when I have news."

The restaurant manager sat in a chair, frowning.

"No, I have to go ask what's going on."

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