Working as a police officer in Mexico

Manfred von Richthofen drove the F14, looked around, and gave a thumbs up to other pilots. In order to deal with this thing, the air force base dispatched a lot of guys.

A total of 15 fighters took off at the same time. I don’t believe that they can’t kill a "lone" destroyer like you!

A dive, firing missiles at the Arleigh Burke destroyer!

The Americans were all scared!

But after all, they have received professional training. SM-2 air defense missiles rushed towards the F14, and anti-aircraft machine guns began to form a firepower network, bang bang bang...

The whole sky was full of bullets flying everywhere.

All weapon systems are turned on!

Enter combat mode.

The F14's missile was hit and exploded in mid-air, and the violent shock wave shook the destroyer's glass three times.

"Deputy Captain, Deputy Captain! Captain Siegel Barros, he..." A sailor ran back to the command room in fear, with disbelief in his eyes.

"What's wrong!" The adjutant trembled in his heart.

"Dead! The captain is dead!"

The world was spinning, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the people next to him helped him up.

Why did you die at this time?

The deputy captain was about to speak, and the hull shook, and he heard someone shouting, "The hull was hit, and the hull tilted!"

"Call for support! Call for support from the country!"

At this time, he could only call for help. After hearing his order, a signalman quickly contacted the country to report the situation.

"Water is coming in!!"

The deputy captain was a little at a loss for a while.

At this time, at the LS Molina Beach in Tamaulipas, Mexico, it is adjacent to the Gulf of Mexico, with pure natural sea breeze and beautiful scenery, which is very popular among overseas tourists.

The most important thing is...

There has been no war here, the northern army has not yet come, and the rebels composed of southern drug dealers also know that it is impossible to support such a large industry by drug trafficking alone, so they have to open up other tracks.

For example, tourism, avocados nicknamed "green gold", and some overseas sponsorships, as long as they can make money, they will do everything, even collect taxes!

The southern drug dealers slowly turned from scattered soldiers into a country within a country with the help of external forces!

The sudden attack shocked everyone on the beach.

"OMG!" An American opened his mouth, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the scene in shock, while some people were already impatient to take pictures with their cameras.

More than a dozen fighters surrounded the warship!

This scene is also quite rare.

"Hit! Hit!" A black man suddenly shouted, hugged his head, and stared, his eyes were bigger than a watermelon.

In the eyes of everyone.

The deck of the Arleigh Burke destroyer was hit by a missile, and the explosion tilted the hull, and under the horrified eyes, it began to sink!

There were also sailors who began to jump into the water in a panic, but the position was not chosen well, and the things on the ship fell into the sea as soon as they fell!

The most important thing is that when it sinks, a whirlpool will be formed, swallowing the surrounding sailors in an instant, forming a huge vacuum zone.

Gurgle~

A bearded man with tattoos all over his body on the beach swallowed his saliva, holding a Sony camera in his hand. He saw from the lens that after the fighters dealt with the warships, they actually came straight to the beach!

"They are coming! Run!"

Hundreds of tourists on the beach ran in panic, holding other people's wives and holding other people's children, panicking.

But how to run faster than the plane?

Boom~!!

Manfred von Richthofen is a person who likes to show off his skills. He flew at a low altitude, a sonic boom was generated, and huge winds and waves blew over some people around him, and the straps of women's bras were broken.

"Captain, should we return!"

"Since we are here, let's go to give some New Year's gifts to the drug dealers in Tamaulipas!"

The combat aircraft group rushed straight to Victoria City, the capital of Tamaulipas.

In fact, the bombing of Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army, took place here. At that time, Victor killed the other party's three mistresses in order to avenge Cuaucmote.

Now...

It's a handy thing.

But today happened to be Sunday, and the drug dealers in this place were on holiday. When they rushed back, the military airport had been bombed, and the brother of Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army, was inspecting here and was killed on the spot!

This series of operations took only an hour or so.

Sure enough, as long as the aircraft is on the battlefield and does not encounter a complete air defense system, it can basically dominate the battlefield.

Washington, the United States.

George H.W. Bush is attending a dinner, an internal "meeting", and many people are around him, smiling.

He feels good, who has been "controversial" recently.

At least internally, the Bush family's reputation is still enough, and he can still work for another term!

But the happiness didn't last long, as senior secretary Bahash Johnson came running over and whispered something in his ear.

Everyone around saw his face turn green.

"Sorry, I need to take care of something." Bush smiled stiffly and walked to the side, but he stumbled. Fortunately, Bahash Johnson supported him.

In the study on the second floor, there was a temporary meeting room.

Several confidants were already sitting inside.

Seeing him coming in, Defense Minister Admiral Carl Warnow jumped up with a hint of bewilderment on his face, "The Mexicans took action! Our warship sank!"

"Fake! This bastard Victor just can't stand up to us. Sir, give the order and start a war!"

Bush was also furious, but he could not give the order to start a war. He glanced at Bahash Johnson next to him.

The latter understood immediately, stood up and shook his head, "Mr. Defense Minister, it is very difficult for us to fight on two fronts."

"But he jumped in our faces. If we don't teach him a lesson, the whole world will think that we are weak persimmons!" General Carl Warnow is a hawk.

No, it should be said that all the defense ministers in the United States are hawks. Why was he able to serve as the chief of defense secretary from the Army Chief of Staff after the "Black Hawk Down" incident? Except that he is the elder Bush.

Before entering politics, he served as a senior executive at Boeing and Lockheed Martin, and he was the spokesman for the arms company.

The military-industrial complex’s “high-ranking workers” at the Pentagon.

How to make money without starting a war?

Isn't it a two-front battle?

Even if you fight against the whole world, as long as you can make money, these arms dealers will do it. As for whether the United States will be beaten by people?

It's none of their business.

"What's your opinion, Turner?" Bush asked, looking at the CIA director.

"It was our agent who went up instead." Stanfield Turner said.

"Are you talking about those drug dealers? They are not reliable at all!" the defense minister said quickly, but Turner glanced at him, and the curse words in his mouth suddenly fell silent, "Listen to me."

"We can send soldiers to join them."

? ? ? ? ?

Can you still do this?

"We can also sell more weapons to the Anti-Victor Alliance. Boeing has some obsolete aircraft and needs buyers. We can get kickbacks from them."

Bush coughed and said, "Don't talk about these irrelevant things for now."

After all, it’s all about face.

"What do you think?" He looked at the others.

Admiral Carl Warno certainly agreed and quickly raised his hand.

Others also raised their hands.

"You go to Mexico in person, meet with them, and discuss the details. Also, we have to express our opinions and protest on this matter." The elder Bush suppressed these words.

I never thought that Americans would have to protest one day.

"Don't worry, sir, I already have an idea of ​​the traitor you asked me to find." Stanfield Turner said.

Quiet!

The office instantly became quiet. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Even the beating of the heart was clearly audible.

"Who!" Bush narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you tell me? Mr. Johnson."

Everyone's eyes suddenly looked at Bahash Johnson. The man huddled in the corner sat quietly. Hearing the CIA director's words, he raised his head with a strange look in his eyes.

"Where's the evidence?"

"17 Mick Young Street." Turner gave the address.

Bahash Johnson fell silent immediately. That was the office of Mexico's northern intelligence agency in Washington. It looked like...

The CIA isn’t all trash, either!

"Johnson...you!" Bush opened his eyes wide.

But the next second, my scalp felt numb!

I saw Bahash Johnson take out a Browning pistol from his arms, and decisively fired a shot at Bush, who fell to the ground!

The gun was turned to others, shooting at Defense Secretary General Carl Warnow and CIA Director Turner, and finally, he put the gun into his own mouth.

"Humanity will eventually be liberated!"

"Sin will eventually be judged!"

"The sky belongs to the blue! It belongs to all justice!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Bang!

The bullet penetrated the mouth and got stuck on the clock at the back. The splashed blood dyed the seconds on it red, and as it swung, it covered the entire date.

The bodyguards below who heard the gunfire rushed up and were shocked when they saw the scene inside.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!!!"

The guests below saw a group of people coming out of the study in a hurry, each carrying someone, and blood dripping on the ground.

"OMG! OMG!!"

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

What happened when he fell to the ground in the study?

"I'm sorry, sir, ladies, no one can leave today!" The head of the Secret Service came over with an ugly expression.

Mommy’s…

Going to be unemployed.

Are you going to work as a male model?

He took a deep breath!

Hope not to die.

…

Mexico. Tijuana Hospital.

In the special ward on the top floor.

Victor was peeling an apple and handed it to Quaukmot who was on the bed. The other person smiled and nodded, but it was a little difficult to speak.

The doctor said it was a miracle that he survived.

The leg was amputated...

Three fingers on his left hand were broken.

Basically, it's useless.

A disabled person can no longer be the face of the country. This is an unspoken rule, and of course there are no exceptions. For example, Sima Zhong in ancient times, and the modern Emperor Taisho.

They are all brain deficiencies.

"Don't worry, this matter is not over yet. Whoever did this to you, I will kill his whole family to avenge you." Victor's expression was calm, but his tone was filled with murderous intent.

Tears flowed from the corners of Quaukmot's eyes, and he was shouting, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry. Get better soon. Our team still needs you. The drug dealers haven't been completely defeated, and those who oppressed us haven't been completely expelled. You can't fall."

Victor wiped his tears with a piece of paper, squeezed the quilt for him, and said to Quaukmot's wife who was crying next to him, "Tatiana, don't worry, I will ask the best doctor to take care of him." ”

"Thanks…"

Victor touched McClure's head next to him. The latter's eyes were red, "Is this all the work of drug dealers? Sir!"

"There are worse people in this world than drug dealers. They don't want world peace. They are eating steamed buns like others. They preach war everywhere. They... treat us as the lowest existence. Your father was injured in the struggle. Yes, he is a hero.”

"Then...then I also want to be a hero, and I also want to join the army!"

"McClure!" Tatiana shouted.

"Heroes do not have to join the army to build the country. Sanitation workers, businessmen, workers, and farmers are all heroes."

"But I want to kill them with my own hands!" McClure shouted, clenching his fists and making the young man run very fast, staring at Victor, "Santos has become a lieutenant. I can't be weaker than him. I can also kill drug dealers. of!"

Victor looked at him, the other person's eyes were very stubborn. He was silent for a moment, and looked at Tatiana next to him and Quaukmot on the hospital bed, and he couldn't bear it.

Perhaps seeing his hesitation, Quaukmot shouted on the bed, patting the bed with excitement. Tatiana quickly got up to comfort him, "I let him go, I let him go, don't get excited." ”

The woman wiped her tears, looked at her son, and then at Victor, "Let him go, sir."

"He is your only son..."

“On the road to the anti-drug war, no one is the son of another. Farmers’ sons are also at the forefront, so naturally the president’s son can do the same. We are all the same and love Mexico. He is my son and he is also a child of Mexico. Tatiana looked at McClure and said, "Man, you must be brave enough to do what you decide. Don't shrink back. Any difficulty is a powerful stumbling block."

When Victor looked at this family, he actually felt a little bit ashamed.

Cuauquemot is the real “Mexican.”

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and George Smiley from the Thirteenth Taibao walked in with a serious expression, "Mr."

Victor nodded to Quaukmot and the others, and walked out first. In the corner, there were bodyguards in the corridor outside with serious expressions. Even doctors and nurses were not allowed to approach.

""Aphrodite" was sacrificed..."

Victor's hand that was about to hold the cigarette shook and he frowned.

"The rest of us sent news that "Aphrodite" was found. Before she died, she shot Bush and several senior officials, but we don't know whether she is dead or alive."

The CIA is still capable!

"Does Augustin Przeucir know?"

George Smiley shook his head, his expression serious.

Just like South Koreans who can't avoid jail for carrying the blame, the Yankee's talker is often shot, but he is beaten to death by his own people. Does he look like Masao Takagi?

"Don't worry, we'll wait until Augustin Przeucir comes back." Victor took a deep breath, "Find a church and have a funeral for 'Aphrodite'. When the time comes, you can attend on my behalf. "

This is the only thing he can do now.

George Smiley also nodded solemnly.

Through the glass, Victor looked at the bustling streets in the distance. There were always people holding on in the darkness amid the bustle.

A just cause can never be finished!

"Wan Sheng!"

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