Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 332 I love her, just like...a shark loves blood!

"Sir Rudy Fernandez, assassinated!!!"

When Alfonso, the captain of the Spanish supply ship "Columbus", came down, he saw a group of crying officers and the body of Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez on the ground.

The other party was startled, and his expression suddenly changed. He ran over and saw that the corpse looked pale and pale because of the blood.

"Who did this!" Alfonso asked loudly as he looked at them.

"I don't know, we were in a meeting, and a soldier suddenly broke in and gave him a knife." Adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath, "It must be the Mexicans. They bribed our people!"

? ? ?

Alfonso always feels that this statement is full of loopholes. If the Mexicans want to kill you, do they need spies?

MD!

Do you think too highly of yourself?

All of them looked like beggars, and there was a foul smell coming from their bodies.

Alfonso thinks there must be something fishy here!

An unknown secret happened on the island.

He glanced at the adjutant Emilio Mora with a gloomy look, and nodded slowly, "I will report this matter."

The death of a nobleman is no small matter.

The identity of each person is different.

"According to the order, the Spanish Foreign Legion will take over the defense of Socorro Island and San Benedicto Island, and will take charge of all army soldiers." Alfonso said looking at this group of "beggars".

"What do you mean, we can't go back to rest yet?" an officer asked with eyes wide open.

"This is the decision of the superiors."

"Go to hell! I want to go home, I want to go home!" The officer immediately went crazy. What a joke, he shouldn't risk his life here.

Mexican…

It's terrible.

He yelled and was about to run away. The soldiers on the supply ship were unloading supplies and turned around to look at him in surprise.

Bang!

There was a gunshot.

A bloody hole appeared on the back of the officer's head. Emilio Mora's pupils shrank and he saw a pistol in Alfonso's hand. "Those who run away from battle will die!"

The soldiers standing behind him pulled the bolts of their guns and stared at the group of people with unkind expressions.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"We accept the order." Emilio Mora was silent for a while, and finally accepted, "However, we must not station ourselves on the island. The Mexicans have very strong air power. If they bomb back and forth, we will suffer heavy losses!"

"What the General Staff decides, you just have to implement it."

I almost yelled out loud, "Do those idiots in the staff department know what war is?" Those who can fight have been cleared out long ago after Franco!

Don't just act as an intermediary for "Jesus". When the time comes, NMD, the Spanish priest will have to work overtime when he dies!

"Don't worry, the Mexican plane can't fly over. Now that everyone wants Victor to die, I don't believe it. He, a heretic, can still escape trial!"

Although Alfonso said it very firmly.

But Emilio Mora always felt like he was farting.

I can only nod my head in agreement.

Their "beggar army" was left digging bunkers, trenches and bulletproof holes to prepare for the next military operation.

The supply ship left.

The officer standing nearby opened his mouth, "Sir, we will die if we stay here!"

"Then do you want to return to the country and be spurned by others? We are soldiers, and soldiers must have the consciousness of sacrifice!" Emilio Mora said it was simple, but who wants to die?

They don't know why they come here to fight!

"Everyone, please be energetic, stop thinking nonsense, and pass out the food so that the brothers can be energetic. There is still a fierce battle below."

The colonel looked at the supply ship going away.

Looking at the sky again, why didn't the Mexican Air Force come and blow up the ship?

…

boom!

A loud bang!

A section of the railway from Sonora to Jalisco was blown up.

The train plays the flute and brakes suddenly!

The captain patted the driver's shoulder nervously and cursed.

Knowing that they could not defeat the Northern Army on the frontal battlefield, the southern drug traffickers broke into pieces and sent small groups of troops to attack outposts and railways, making many trains transporting supplies passive.

"Hey~"

There was a dragging sound from the tail, and a rocket flew from nowhere, blowing up the car in the middle. Hundreds of figures rushed down with weapons in hand and exchanged fire with the guards!

Guarding this batch of supplies was a reinforced squad of about 20 people, equipped with Vulcan M61 aviation cannons. They fired at the people below, and the firepower was so fierce that they couldn't even lift their heads.

"Release the dogs! Release the dogs!"

A dog ran towards the train with its tongue hanging out, a bomb tied to its body, and its posture was very strong. It was jumping left and right, dodging bullets. When it was four or five meters away, boom!

Rotten flesh and blood sprinkled in the sky.

The C4's shock wave overturned the Vulcan cannon, and the soldier fell down on the rails and rolled back and forth, his face showing pain.

The attackers seized the opportunity and rushed forward...

The battle lasted for about twenty minutes. When the armed helicopter that received the request for help flew over, they only saw blazing fire and the bodies of the Northern Army casually discarded on the ground.

Bang!

Northern Army Staff.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener smashed the table hard, with an ugly expression on his face, "In half a month, we were attacked 13 trains in total, the total mileage of the track was bombed more than 29 kilometers, and the supplies intercepted and lost more than 700 Thousands of dollars, an average of one per day, damn, are all drug dealers in the South so hard to catch?”

There were many senior officers standing opposite, and they kept their heads down when they were scolded.

"They come and go without a trace, and we can't catch them at all..."

"Can't catch it? Isn't the reason why I can't catch it!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener yelled loudly. As soon as the curse came out of his mouth, he heard a voice outside, "Horatio, curse!" Not a good habit."

Victor walked in with a cigarette in his hand.

The chief of staff stood up quickly and shouted nervously, "General, I'm just angry..."

"Of course I understand your pressure, it's okay, there is always a way to solve it." Victor smiled, took a document from Augustin Przeucir who was accompanying him behind him, and stuffed it into his arms, "Our There are still many dishonest people on the territory who like to hang out with drug dealers and accept gifts from drug dealers. They forget about the barbarism of the Northern Army and slaughter them according to the list here. "

Horatio Herbert Kitchener opened the folder, and the names of dozens of villages appeared densely on it!

His expression suddenly changed, "General, this... this will arouse public anger."

“The drug guerrillas in the south need footholds and supply points, and those above are all there. After slaughtering them, move people from Sonora and Baja California Sur, and give them the most fertile land and the best policies. "

Victor said this in an understatement, and even had time to take a puff of a cigarette, but everyone present felt the hairs on their hair rising. This...how did this make him and others look like villains?

However, this is the most effective way.

Drug guerrillas have to eat. If there is no village to help you, it depends on you.

"No distinction between men, women, old or young!"

"Yes, General!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood at attention and accepted the order.

A smile appeared on Victor's face. "So, don't be angry. Any problem must be solved calmly. The worst case scenario is the use of violence. We are a violent organization. Anti-drug control is not a treat."

"The drug dealers in the south are dishonest, and even other small countries are not friendly. Libya even said at the United Nations that it hopes to send peacekeeping troops into Mexico. Is there some shit in Gaddafi's head?"

"They all think we are weak and can be bullied. Help me find a way to kill the British and Spanish fleets and show them what courage means!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyes flashed, "Who is Gaddafi?"

Never heard of it!

But the general's requirement is the loyalty of his subordinates. His expression condensed and he nodded vigorously, "We already have a preliminary idea. We believe that we cannot let the British and Spanish fleets come together. This will increase the difficulty. We should defeat them separately!"

Victor raised his eyebrows and listened to the other party continue.

"According to intelligence, the Spanish fleet will dock in Suriname. We can find a way to get rid of it there!"

Surinam…

Victor looked at Augustin Przeucir behind him, who nodded, "There is someone."

Look, this is called the intelligence chief!

Victor felt relieved and smiled at Horatio Herbert Kitchener and said, "I can do it for you."

chief of staff:? ? ? ?

Is there some power that I don't know about?

But he is still very smart and knows that there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said.

In fact, when Victor was still the chief of Guadalupe Island, he knew the importance of the intelligence department and work behind enemy lines. He cast a wide net and sent many people to infiltrate North, South and Central America to establish armed organizations!

After more than a year of continuous expansion of investment.

Although they are small in number, they can be considered a small force. They will work with local anti-drug organizations to wage war against drug traffickers.

One of them is the Colombian Black Panthers, currently active in the mountains of southwestern Colombia, with more than 1,200 members. They are regarded as "rebels" by the local government and anti-government forces. After all, drug control has destroyed their interests.

But these people can always pick up some "large-caliber toys" in the woods, and often use the terrain to beat the opponent at a loss.

Suriname's armed force is not large, with more than 200 people, but if it is used to its advantage, it will be really good.

These will also be one of the organizational structures of HYDRA.

We can't let Heinrich Luipold become a "bachelor commander".

"Take the weakest ones first!" Victor said in a tone of voice.

Spain, Assi, let’s knock your big teeth off!

"Gentlemen, glory belongs to Mexico, glory belongs to victory, all victories!"

"loyalty!!"

A group of people in the staff shouted loudly.

After Victor came out, he was about to go to other departments when the secretary behind him trotted up, handed over the phone, and said softly, "Miss Belsalia."

Victor was startled, then took the phone and said, "Good afternoon, my dear."

Belsaria opposite had obviously cried, and her tone was wrong, "Victor, take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"?? What's going on? Who bullied you?"

"My grandfather, that old antique, wants me to break up with you. He doesn't allow me to have any contact with you anymore, and he wants me to date other children of the rich and powerful."

"And... he may become the Minister of Defense again."

Victor's eyes narrowed, "Isn't that great?"

"He wants to deal with you every day. He also told my father that if he comes to power, he will start a war against you."

The old man was fucked red warm? What is he going to do directly?

Victor's mind began to storm, but he comforted her and promised to bring her out. Belsaria was relieved and hung up the phone reluctantly.

Pah~

Victor threw the phone back to his secretary, Augustine Przewczyr, "Did you hear it all?"

It's hard not to hear it, the phone sounds are relatively loud now.

"Do you think we can get Donald Rumsfeld to stand with us?"

It sounds magical.

Really...

But Augustin Przewczyr didn't even blink, and just said, "America is America, power is power, and the Rumsfeld family is the Rumsfeld family!"

"For those who have climbed to the top of the food chain, there is no mercy, and nothing is impossible. Enemies and friends, don't they just care about how much benefit they get?"

"There is only one rule in this world, to be a hunter or a prey, he must want to go further. If we can help him, then we are like-minded partners."

Victor finished the last puff of the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground. Even if he is in this high position now, he still maintains thriftiness. He will never waste the last puff of a Camel worth a few dollars.

He smiled.

"You know, I love Belsaria very much."

He paused, "Just like a shark loves blood!"

"Take her out, and pass a message to Mr. Donald Rumsfeld. The 40 million people in northern Mexico can be his backing. Isn't he in charge of the Immigration Bureau now? As long as he moves his fingers, he can get hundreds of thousands or even millions of votes."

Augustine Przewczyr nodded.

The bodyguard drove the car over, and the secretary hurriedly opened the door. Just as he was about to get in, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you think I'm playing with a woman's feelings sometimes?"

The intelligence chief didn't expect the boss to ask this, and he was a little down.

"For political creatures, we just need to move our lower body, don't think about love, this thing is cheap and a waste of time. A man's mission should be to conquer the sea and land."

"Politics requires sacrifice, of course, it is the sacrifice of others."

After Victor finished speaking, the window rolled up.

Augustin Przewczyr bent down and picked up the general's cigarette butt. The subordinate next to him brought a vacuum bag and threw it in.

See? This is called professionalism!

"Do you have love, Kaspersky?"

The subordinate who was asked was stunned, with a little confusion in his eyes, and nodded, "Of course, but she doesn't like me. Her family is not good. Her father is a gambler, her mother is sick, and her younger brother is young. She is sensible and she doesn't want to drag me down."

"She is in Red Rose, number 812!"

"???"

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