Working as a police officer in Mexico

October 27, 1990!

The Juarez war lasted for more than 40 hours.

It's like a huge meat grinder, squeezing, integrating, and dragging everyone out like waste.

Both sides invested a total of nearly 100,000 troops, and because of the special structure, the Northern Army could only slowly demolish the buildings!

After more than 40 hours, I didn’t make it to the city center!

When the battle report was submitted to Victor's desk, he felt a toothache when he saw the casualty index!

"Nearly half the regiment was killed? More than 2,000 people were injured. What's on the head of Sigmut List, commander of the 1st Marine Division? A chamber pot?!"

He cursed dissatisfiedly, "I have six regiments in total, but your casualties are almost one regiment."

"Somebody come!"

"Get him out of here!"

Kennedy stood up and said, "General, Juarez covers an area of ​​188 square kilometers. The drug traffickers control the high points and the anti-aircraft firepower is very strong. Our air force is unable to carry out effective strikes. The ground troops are involved in street fighting." In the attack and defense of the building, casualties will inevitably increase. If Sigmut List is removed at this time, it will seriously shake the morale of the front-line troops. "

Victor frowned and held a cigarette in his mouth.

Jingle bell bell~

The phone on the table rang suddenly. The team leader Jason next to him glanced at him, walked over and picked up the phone, his expression turned strange.

"General, the United States will send a delegation to talk to you and will arrive in Tijuana at 13:00."

"What are the Americans here for? Do you want to eat shit?" Ludendorff stared at him and said this bluntly.

Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood nearby, the corners of his mouth twitching.

are you crazy!

Ludendorff was well-known in the Northern Army as a hater of Americans. He even wrote a report "On the Importance of American Land and Industry to Mexico" in the college's internal newspaper, saying that he would march eastward to the United States and capture their territory. land, Mexico will become a real great power.

People give him a nickname: Dreamer.

Victor glanced at him and instantly understood the Yankee's intention. He was planning to "guide" him!

Juarez is an important city on the US-Mexico border. Millions of Americans enter Mexico from here every year, and 70% of drugs enter the United States through here.

It is a very important border city.

Victor also admitted that he was "increasingly dishonest", and the United States must be getting more and more unhappy, hoping to give him a slap in the face.

"Invite them to the front lines in Juárez!"

"I think it's time for them to see the determination of Mexicans in the war on drugs!"

Victor narrowed his eyes and spoke, staring at Kennedy, "Invite our 'old gentleman' over, the drug dealers in Juarez need them!"

General Kennedy Heisenberg was startled, met the governor's eyes, and nodded heavily.

…

As soon as the American delegation arrived in Tijuana on a special plane, Casare, who came to greet them, told them that the general was waiting for them in Juarez.

Donald Rumsfeld, who was taking the lead, looked around and joked, "Our Governor of Mexico seems to be very military-minded."

The entourage next to him smiled.

Kensterberg, a senior CIA assistant, had an expressionless face, as if someone owed him money.

In fact, the CIA itself did not have a very good relationship with Donald Rumsfeld. During the Ford administration, the latter served as Secretary of Defense and reached out to the CIA more than once, hoping to establish an intelligence agency that would serve the interests of the "Pentagon."

The two sides are fighting for power, which is very lively.

And the FBI's Pearson is standing behind. He knows how to pretend to be dead, so don't force yourself to show off!

Casare also smiled, but his expression was a bit unnatural.

Dog R’s!

If this mouth doesn't speak, people will die, right?

However, the boss is also under great pressure. The person leading the team is her "girlfriend's" grandfather.

The Northern Army arranged for five Mi-8 armed helicopters to transport them to Juarez.

Although Donald Rumsfeld is 60 years old, he is still in good health and can climb onto the plane in a matter of seconds.

Casare raised his head, watched the helicopter go away, and tapped his chest three times, "Victor bless."

"Mr. Special Envoy, I remember that Victor seems to be in love with your granddaughter Belsaria?"

In the helicopter, CIA's Kensterberg suddenly spoke and came up to give Donald Rumsfeld eye drops.

Everyone else in the plane immediately held their breath. FBI's Pearson looked at him in surprise. The CIA officers are really not afraid of death, and you are not afraid that the other party will just throw you out of the helicopter.

The old defense chief's expression suddenly became solemn when he heard this, and he put his hand on his glasses, "When did the CIA care so much about young people's love affairs?"

"If you want to be a gossip reporter, you can tell me and I will introduce you to the job."

Kenstelberg's face turned dark immediately. He couldn't talk like an old man?

But he didn't have the guts to lift the table for him. Donald Rumsfeld was very tough. He was a famous boxer when he was a flight instructor in the Navy. It was really not certain who would hit whom.

"Also, please be quiet, or I will beat you to death, you son of a bitch CIA!"

"puff…"

Pearson, who was next to him, couldn't help laughing. When Kenstelberg glared at him, the former stared back, "Son of a CIA!"

The FBI and CIA were arguing, and the accompanying personnel from other departments were just watching the excitement. It was really exciting.

Donald Rumsfeld narrowed his eyes. Although he cursed the CIA, he was still a little unhappy that his granddaughter had found a Mexican boyfriend.

The family's base was in the United States, and he also planned to let his granddaughter find a political family of the same party, such as the Bush family or the Koch family that had provided them with funds for a long time, or even the so-called Rockefeller.

Rather than a northern warlord eating corn in Mexico!

That's right, in his opinion, Victor was just a savage who had not yet evolved.

The other party had 100,000 troops under his command, which could not even be said to be a dish on the table for the United States, and had no appeal at all.

They were all old bastards, and he was sure that Victor's intention to get close to Belsaria was not very friendly.

He had to take advantage of this time to knock him down properly!

The "princess" of the Rumsfeld family was not something he could consider.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The roar of the propellers of the armed helicopter resounded through the valley.

After flying for nearly two hours, the US envoys arrived at the front-line command post in Juarez.

The ground personnel below directed the landing of the armed helicopter. The old defense minister came down and looked around. He thought he had come to the US military base!

"All American equipment? Do the US arsenals have orders from Mexico?" The accompanying official behind him whispered.

Pearson stood behind him, but he found something wrong. Why was Juarez so quiet?

Could it be that the Northern Army had already taken it down?

It was unlikely.

His intuition told him that the Northern Army was holding back!

Victor, who was wearing a military uniform, came up with a smile on his face, followed by the military leaders.

This was the first time Donald Rumsfeld met Victor. The first feeling was that he was very young, very, very young!

He himself was the youngest defense minister in American history, but he was 45 years old at that time...

"Victor is only 30 years old."

"It will take another two months before he turns 30." The official next to him quickly replied.

30 years old...

At that time, he was still studying for a bachelor of arts at Princeton University.

"Mr. Donald, good afternoon." Victor smiled and extended his hand.

Although the old defense minister didn't like him very much, he still had basic courtesy and patted him on the shoulder.

"I am here on behalf of the US government to have a conversation with you about the Mexican drug control issue and the loss of US assets."

For a conversation, don't you know to make an appointment earlier?

Come directly here?

Typical bad intentions!

Victor glanced at them and nodded to Pearson when he saw him.

"No problem, but when I knew you were coming, I specially prepared a ceremony for you to see."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the other party to agree or not, and looked at Kennedy.

The latter nodded and picked up the walkie-talkie, "Let's start."

The old defense minister frowned, not knowing what the other party was doing, but he felt a little uneasy.

In the desert near Sonora State in Chihuahua State, dust suddenly rose, and a convoy could be seen speeding over.

Leading the way was a Hummer off-road vehicle, followed by an armored vehicle and two six-wheeled 9P129 missile launchers!

The stuff on it was about to come out.

The Soviet "Tochka-Y" missile, NATO codenamed SS-21!

Short-range close-range missile!

After receiving the order, the convoy quickly stopped, the alert troops spread outward, and the technicians began to operate.

The launch vehicle came on stage.

"Coordinates, 31°44′22″N 106°29′13″W!"

"Ready!"

The leader of the convoy was a lieutenant colonel, and his eyes revealed nervousness, "Launch!!"

Whoosh whoosh...

The missile's butt began to catch fire and push, making a deafening sound, and took off towards the coordinate point! !

Flying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the American officials at the Juarez Command Post were a little impatient, a dull sound suddenly came from above.

Donald Rumsfeld looked up and saw a long tail in the sky...

Missile? !

He suddenly opened his eyes and finally panicked a little. Looking at the accompanying officials behind him, CIA's Kenstberg half opened his mouth.

Also shocked!

Missiles are not shocking, but when did Mexico have missiles?

Soviet Union?

Europe?

It can't be developed by Mexico itself, what a joke!

The United States will not be shocked if there are no missiles, but Mexico...

The CIA and FBI are all panicked!

This is so close to the United States, it's simply a king bomb.

The missile accurately hit an oil depot in the city, and the high-explosive bomb it carried detonated the target with a bang.

The several tons of oil stored in the oil depot became a combustion aid, destroying all the buildings with a radius of nearly 20,000 square meters!

It is equivalent to the size of two and a half football fields.

Ye Jihan, who was on the second floor of the Juarez Museum, half opened his mouth, with a look of shock!

Gulp.

Swallowed his saliva.

He led his team members to attack the Juarez Museum at night, killed the drug dealers inside, and was about to call for reinforcements, but suddenly a message came from above, asking them to stay on the spot.

Everyone stopped attacking.

Some even retreated.

I didn't expect...

to be so big!

The explosion was so powerful that the middle area was completely cleared!

He looked at the rising mushroom cloud, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

The American officials who witnessed all this looked at each other.

Using missiles to attack drug dealers...

This is simply the first time in human history!

"Gentlemen, San Diego is only 19 kilometers away from Tijuana." Victor turned his head and looked at the Americans, and suddenly said this.

The well-informed Donald Rumsfeld couldn't help but look ugly at this moment.

"Is this a provocation and warning?"

The American officials behind him looked nervously, and Kennedy and others behind Victor also looked tense.

Ludendorff even... started to roll up his sleeves.

He wants to fight ten people!

Victor's expression was very calm, but his tone was crazy, "I just want to tell the outside world that I will never retreat in the fight against drug crimes. If anyone breaks the bottom line, then go to war!"

"Before I die, I will also drag people to bury me with me!"

Fuck! !

Donald Rumsfeld has seen many people in charge of many countries. Some of them are mentally ill and he has seen many paranoid people, but he has never seen someone like Victor who "threatens" in front of everyone.

"I don't know how far God is from the United States, but I am very close to the United States, sir."

19 kilometers, what the hell, the Americans can have an extra meal at night if they open their mouths.

The two groups of people stared at each other.

Pearson was afraid that Donald Rumsfeld would be angry to death in the back.

That would be really interesting.

"I hope the decision you made today is the right one, Mr. Governor." The old defense secretary left without looking back.

Drink tea?

What tea!

I am so angry.

Victor saw that the other party was about to leave, and politely asked the helicopter formation to send them back.

"General, we are equivalent to tearing our faces with the Americans, then..." Kennedy said beside him.

"Torn apart? Not necessarily. The role of the military is to increase my voice. Even if the Pentagon is unhappy, it can only ask the CIA to cause trouble for me. Does it dare to start a war?"

They can't bear the cost of large-scale military operations.

Victor smiled.

"Politicians are very thick-skinned. They care about their own gains and losses, not the face of the country."

...

The American delegation looked very dark.

Well...

Come in the afternoon, and arrive in the United States again at around five in the evening, and you can catch up with dinner.

Donald Rumsfeld went to see Bush Sr., called his staff, and several people chatted in the office for several hours.

No one knows what they talked about.

But on the second day, the spokesperson announced to the public that arms aid to Mexico would be suspended.

And, it will negotiate with the United States on its interests in Mexico.

But it agrees with the Mexican Northern Army's efforts in drug control.

But privately, the CIA received an order from the White House.

Victor was included in the "red file" to destroy the Northern Army's liberation path.

There are several familiar names in this red list.

Fidel Castro, Saddam, Gaddafi, and Khamenei!

These are all famous anti-American fighters!

Victor is on this list mainly because Mexico's geography is really "good", so good that Americans are afraid.

The White House did not make any further instructions, but the CIA, which had long had a grudge against Victor, immediately became interested.

"CIA is going to assassinate Victor?!" Senior Assistant Pearson said in shock.

FBI Director Floyd I. Clark crossed his hands, "Our informant in the CIA said so, Victor is courting death!"

"How are the generals around Victor bribed?"

Pearson shook his head, "Not optimistic, those generals seem to worship Victor very much, just like... becoming God!"

"God can also be betrayed, but the chips are not enough. To increase the chips, we must also have our own spies in Mexico."

Pearson sighed in his heart. Even if he sympathizes with Victor now, it won't work.

He's dead.

There is no hope...

Victor's missiles deeply stimulated them.

No matter how good your relationship was before, when they want to kill you, even if you are dear, you will become stinky shit.

An open war is impossible, but let the CIA do some tricks, it would be best to get Victor out of office.

A huge storm against Victor is brewing.

…

The Northern Army launched 17 high-explosive missiles at Juarez!

Damn...

Flatten you!

If you want to fight a street battle with me, I will play with you in ruins!

At worst, rebuild!

On October 28, 1990, the 1st Marine Division re-entered the battle.

But there were still sporadic resistance.

After all, no matter how powerful the missiles were, it was impossible to directly flatten Juarez, which was more than 180 square kilometers. At most, it would eliminate some high-rise buildings and important targets.

However...

The fighting spirit of the drug dealers collapsed at once.

Bomb with missiles!

Who can bear it?

Fuck XMMD!

Victor, do you have a lot of money? Don’t missiles cost money?

Ye Jihan and his comrades walked on the ruins, looking around vigilantly, and suddenly heard a noise.

He turned around suddenly and fired three shots at a cave that had been blown up.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" There was a crying voice inside, with local slang, but Ye Jihan couldn't understand it and was confused. He asked a comrade wearing glasses beside him, "What did he say?"

"He said he was a civilian."

"Let him come out."

The comrade said a lot of bird language, and then he was seen crawling out of the cave, with a face full of dust and sadness.

He was holding a... child in his hands.

"Please, save her, save her." The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting loudly.

Ye Jihan frowned and winked at a comrade, who walked over, touched the child's eyelids and breath, and then shook his head at him.

Dead.

"Civilians were found here, please ask the reserve team to come up and take him away." Ye Jihan pressed the headset.

"Got it."

"Ah!!" The man also understood that his child was dead, and cried heartbreakingly. A grown man, lying on the ground.

It was simply sad and tearful.

Ye Jihan had just put down his gun when he suddenly saw the man throw his closest comrade to the ground and tear his face with force.

"Murderer! You murderers! Give me back my child, give me back my child!!" He cursed loudly with red eyes.

"Let go! Let go!" Several soldiers rushed up to pull him, but the crazy man couldn't be stopped by two or three people.

Bang!

A gunshot.

Ye Jihan looked over and saw a hole in the man's forehead. He opened his eyes and fell backwards.

He fell heavily to the ground.

The corporal who fired the gun was a little at a loss when facing the eyes of his comrades.

Ye Jihan was silent for a while and said, "Let's go."

He didn't blame his comrades, who could he blame?

Can he blame Victor?

The war he started?

But if there is no war on drugs, Mexico will never have a future, and Mexicans will never have hope!

But the war was launched...

A missile killed the drug dealer, but also hurt civilians.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame him for living in this fucked up place.

War never lets anyone go away.

It will only greedily devour any life, and when all the people are suffering, how can there be any eggs left?

Maybe...

For many people who beg for stability, Victor's Northern Army is also a part of the disaster of peace.

When the drug dealers are here, at least they are still alive.

The sky is blue, and next to a bombed house, a small hand stretches out from the ruins.

She holds a thousand paper cranes.

The world under the black and white reflection, this touch of color, is full of extreme despair.

The world is good.

I won't come in the next life.

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