Working as a police officer in Mexico

According to the plan of Victor, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others, the "Five-Day Plan" was implemented for Zacatecas.

Because, according to them, the old Japanese pirates could hold out for so long under LeMay's "day and night whipping" without even a scream. No matter how bad you are, you are at least a minority tribe that claims to be "not afraid of death".

You have to hold out for ten days or half a month.

You can hold out for just a "little" of solidified incendiary bombs?

Alas~

There are so many acquaintances in Tokyo, did they scream?

It's really embarrassing for the Mexicans!

The Air Force is also addicted to throwing. When you look down at the raging fire below from the air, the most primitive impulse in people's hearts is easily ignited.

The plan was temporarily changed, and the remaining solidified incendiary bombs were thrown to other places, such as plantations and corners of the woods where the tribes hid.

Burn!

Burn to death!

It directly caused a forest fire...

You can see that in the mountains and forests, creatures are scrambling to escape.

The wild boar with hair flying all over its head had red eyes and was roaring and burying its short legs quickly. A Eurasian lynx was blocking its way in front of it, and it was pushed away by it. Its spine was broken and bones were stuck out from behind. It fell far away and was dying. The light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

In the mountains, in a Chichimec tribe called "Zacateco".

There was a lot of noise, birds and insects chirping.

You can see half-grown children holding wooden straw and roaring arrogantly, acting out the "barbaric blood" of the ancient Chichimec ancestors.

The woman was busy in the cultivated land next to it. If you only look at this, you might think it is the "Peach Blossom Spring" written by Tao Yuanming.

But here, you can see a man holding an AK, with grenades tied on both sides of his belt, looking like a real terrorist, looking around vigilantly.

And the crops planted in the land are also "economic crops" unique to Mexico, crops urgently needed by some drug dealers.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from a low altitude in the distance. The armed personnel's expressions tightened and their faces were clenched. When they looked up, they saw an "iron bird" flying over their heads.

"Plane! It's a plane, shoot!" A man who looked like a leader ran out of the wooden house and shouted loudly.

The AK47 uses medium power. What can you shoot to penetrate the protection of the plane? Basically, the bullets are flying around, and I don't know where to repair the earth.

It was an "old" B-24 bomber.

Pilot Christensen looked down and smiled at the captain next to him who was the co-pilot, "I seem to see pheasants dancing below."

"Then I think we should be able to eat roasted pheasants tonight."

"Give them something fierce, the M-47SB model!"

This model is 19 rounds of M-47 tied together, produced by the "Tijuana Oakviv Military Factory".

One bomb is worth 19 bombs, but there is no "customer feedback" and no one is giving bad reviews, so it should be all good reviews.

This kind of bomb should be sent to the tribe below.

Xiaofei... Here comes the incendiary bomb!

The bomb bay below opened, and a huge iron sheet fell down.

The armed personnel of the tribe below finished firing a round and were about to change the magazine when the bomb hit the middle of the village directly.

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Boom! ! !

In an instant, the temperature reached thousands of degrees Celsius, and the impact and flames enveloped the entire village. In an instant, there was a gap of a few tenths of a second, and the ground could be seen to have turned into scorched earth, but soon, the open fire exploded again.

There are about 900 people in the village...

The solidified incendiary bomb can reach 6,000 square meters, but like this SB type, it can get 11,000 square meters, which surrounds the entire village.

No one is left alive!

From a distance, this hole looks like a "bald top" burned on the mountain range, still filled with...

There are trees and flammable materials next to it...

"Return."

"I heard that the cafeteria has roast goose today."

In the bomber, the pilots were in a good mood and chatting with each other.

On the way back, they also saw other bombers on missions. Tijuana plans to take this opportunity to kill all the "unpopular tribes" in Zacatecas!

Disobeying the king, thunder and lightning.

In the deep mountains and old forests, there are cannibals. In the mountains of Durango State, there is a tribe called "Mexicocannibals", with about 5,000 people, who still maintain the bad habit of human sacrifice.

Local government officials went up to coordinate, hoping that they would move down and live, and they would give them land, but they didn't care at all, and instead cooked the leading male college student!

And killed 4 staff members!

This incident was a sensation at the time.

Victor didn't say anything, and Kennedy didn't make any comments. Lieutenant General Higmut List, the commander of the 1st Marine Division, personally led armed personnel up the mountain and surrounded them.

Killed the chief and his family members, 121 people!

Buried alive 688 priests and extreme believers!

Confiscated more than 13 tons of drug raw materials...

The rest of the people were all sent to the city or town below, no more than 20 people in one place, and the remaining 4,000 people were distributed throughout Mexico.

See...

Anti-gang requires a list, but anti-terrorism only requires coordinates.

Give the tribes in Zacatecas a fist of justice first, and they should be obedient.

Don't make trouble for no reason.

The whole state is in chaos.

Mexico City.

Popovich's eyes were red, his beard was untidy, his hair was like a chicken coop, and he was smoking a cigarette. If you don't look closely, who can tell that he is the president of the pseudo-government?

He is just a beggar on the roadside.

He hasn't had a good sleep since he received the news that Zacatecas was bombed.

That...

It's less than 600 kilometers away from Mexico City!

It takes about five hours to drive there.

Because of the terrain, the rare central plateau is the natural barrier of the "capital" and the western gate!

If we hold here, the northern army will not be able to launch a surprise attack, and the tail will be intercepted. But now if Zacatecas is gone, won't it be open to the barbarians?

As for the reinforcements?

Except for those old Indians, who the hell can withstand the altitude reaction?

Moreover, Victor, that bastard, threw incendiary bombs, and the mountain was burned like Ge You.

Just when Popovich was anxious, the door of the office was pushed open, and Aldous Wendel walked in, his eyes a little panicked, he tripped on the carpet, almost fell flat on his face, and cursed.

"Brother, there is news!"

"Hurry up!"

Aldous Wendel looked at his brother's anxious expression, "About 600 people died in Zacatecas, and there is still fighting in the city."

600? ?

Popovich was surprised when he heard the number!

It's not that he thinks it's right, but that it's... too few.

How could it be only 600 people? !

That flame, the damn TV is so big, a ball of fire can cover dozens of people, you tell me that only 600 people died?

There must be something wrong here.

Popovich looked at Aldous Wendel fiercely, staring at him, and the latter flickered a little.

His heart sank, and he shouted, "Tell me clearly, how many people are there!!"

"600... No, 800..." Aldous began to stutter, and he was at a loss.

"Did you go there, bastard!" Popovich slapped him and kicked him down angrily.

Aldous Wendell cried, "Brother! That place is too high, and the fire is very big. The intelligence personnel can't go up, and there is no feedback from inside. Didn't Victor and the others say that there are only 200 people? I thought 600 people were the maximum..."

Popovich was so angry that he vomited blood. He covered his chest and felt his heart ache. He looked at his brother with more and more dissatisfaction.

"Waste! Waste! Waste!!"

A dignified intelligence minister actually reads the news?

Why don't you go to the forum to collect intelligence?

He was so angry that his nose almost crooked. He looked around and his eyes were fixed on the ashtray on the table. He grabbed it and threw it at Aldous Winder. The other party stretched out his hand to block it, grimacing in pain, "Brother, stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I have another piece of information here. I know the location of the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division of the Northern Army!"

Wow!

The ashtray stopped beside his ear. The glass product looked a bit scary...

Fuck!

Who would hit a brother like this?

Even in other places, no one would hit someone with an ashtray.

"Say it! If you lie to me again, I will kill you and send you back to your hometown to bury you in the family cemetery!"

Aldous Winder shuddered and shook his head.

"The headquarters of the 1st Marine Division is in Cerralvo..."

Popovich hurriedly walked to the map hanging next to him and looked at it hard.

"It's right next to Monterrey." Aldous said while enduring the pain, stood up, and pointed his finger at a place, "About 30 kilometers away, Higmut List is here!"

"How can it be so close? Has Monterrey been taken?"

"Not yet, the Northern Army dropped more than 1,300 tons of bombs, and the city center was blown up, but the leader Guardado is still resisting with his men."

"Guardado is so good at fighting?"

Popovich said in surprise.

The Northern Army has been attacking for more than half a month, right?

Aerial bombing and ground troops have entered, but they haven't completely cleared it up. The situation is a bit stalemate, and drug dealers in other parts of Nuevo León are fighting guerrilla warfare to delay the Northern Army.

"It is said that Guardado pays each drug dealer more than 1,000 US dollars a day. If a Northern Army soldier is killed, he will be rewarded with 200 US dollars. If a high ground or a building is taken back, the reward ranges from 20,000 to 100,000 US dollars!"

"He also said that if Monterrey is protected, everyone will be able to get a share of their own business in the future!"

"Very courageous!" Popovich nodded slowly after hearing this.

He really took out all his capital.

Guardado's family has a great reputation in Nuevo León. He also knows that if his own territory is not protected, there are two ways, either death, everyone knows that the Northern Army does not accept the surrender of drug dealers.

Or go to live under someone else's roof.

Seeing that Mexico is in such a mess, who doesn't want to be the top of the world and have great power added to himself? He also wants to become a famous family from a local family. At the worst, he has to support someone who can accomplish things.

But at a glance...

The north is brutal, the central part is sluggish, and the south is in a corner.

Where can you run to?

We can only fight to the death!

The drug dealers below are very straightforward, a cheap life, just money is enough.

The closer to the south, the more rampant the drug dealers are.

Rubbing his numb and blue arm, Aldous Wendell suggested to Popovich, "Brother, the battle between the two sides on the ground is in full swing and very fierce. If we can blow up the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division and take down their command post, do you think the northern army in New Leon will lose morale? Then we will request the support troops from the south to land, and also request the warships to bombard the island. With three approaches, we will win this battle!"

This was very clear, and the strategy was also clear.

Popovich turned his head and looked at him, frowning, which made the other party itch all over. Without waiting for the eldest brother to ask, he confessed directly and smiled awkwardly, "This is the advice given by Mile."

Mile...

Popovich thought of the very low-key deputy minister of the intelligence department who was very steady in everything he did. He was also very capable, but he was not a family member, so he did not dare to let him be the director.

In the final analysis, it was also nepotism.

Do you think there is no nepotism in Europe and the United States?

They can even use dogs as air force.

Popovich's position is too easy, so sometimes he can only trust his own people. At least his brother will not betray him. They are linked in interests.

Except for his poor brain.

And Mile is a top student who graduated from the National University of Mexico. He has no problem with IQ. Later, he studied intelligence and command in the United States. He is a rare talent.

"This information was also provided by Mile." Aldous Wendell confessed, so he didn't hide it.

Popovich felt relieved when he heard that his brother didn't do it alone, but he was still hesitant.

No courage at all!

"Brother, we have to fight to the death. The Americans' aid has not arrived yet. The only way we can stop the First Marine Division is to behead them. Otherwise, when they come and attack us from the south and west, we will be lambs to be slaughtered!"

"Okay! Let's do it! Anyway, there is no loss if we fail."

"You go..."

Popovich glanced at the other party and changed the subject, "Call Mile over. I have something to say to him."

Aldous Wendell laughed awkwardly, and also understood that his ability was slightly flawed (no self-awareness), so he nodded and went out. He stood outside and looked at his brother's back. After swallowing his saliva, he left.

Popovich looked at the map, his face full of entanglement.

After a while, he saw a tall and strong man who looked like a fierce general knocking on the door and coming in. He stood very straight and showed his true colors in his gestures.

Compared with him, the director Aldous next to him was like a wretched man. Standing next to him, I thought it was a pile of shit pulled by Milela.

If this name were in 2024, it would be one of the three idiots on the Internet.

Now, it is more common in South America.

Looking him up and down, Popovich was more and more satisfied.

"I have a task for you now, Mile. If you do it well, the position of the director of the intelligence agency is yours."

The other party still had a dead face and waited quietly for the other party to continue.

"I want you to command the beheading of Sigmut List!"

...

Daily press conference in Tijuana.

Propaganda Minister Goebbels mainly announced the recent achievements of the Governor's Office, the next tasks, and the latest war results.

"Under the leadership of General Victor, the anti-drug work has progressed smoothly. Tijuana has no record of drug trafficking or drug use for more than 70 days!"

The Mexican reporters below applauded.

Some European and American reporters were expressionless.

This kind of thing...

has been going on for a long time and has happened many times.

They use this to express their protest against the lack of freedom of the press in Mexico.

Goebbels didn't care. After finishing his next words, he was about to leave when he saw a reporter jump up.

"Is the Northern Army dropping incendiary bombs in Zacatecas to prohibit drugs? This is war, this is a massacre! How many people did you kill? 200 people? Bullshit, you killed hundreds of thousands!!"

It was a male reporter. As he said this, a man next to him also stood up, holding a banner, "Stop killing, Zacatecas needs human rights!"

"The United Nations needs to intervene, you use weapons of mass destruction, you are a crime!"

The security guard came up and grabbed them!

A man who looked like Schwarzenegger, with arms as thick as telephone poles, saw that the male reporter in his arms was still struggling, and slapped him...

The teeth flew out!

Good guy...

He fainted directly.

Goebbels frowned and stopped, "We didn't use incendiary bombs, we used less powerful flame bombs, but we didn't expect a fire to happen, we are very sad, this is completely different from the incendiary bombs dropped by the Americans in the Vietnam War!"

? ? ?

How can you say this?

Why don't you say it? That's bullshit.

Talking nonsense with open eyes is simply lawless.

"Excuse me, Mr. Goebbels, what do you think about Japan's request for UN troops to intervene in Mexico at the United Nations?" An Asian jumped up and said.

His eyes were shifty, and they were as big as corns.

"Japan?"

Goebbels frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about Japan, I just know the US Consulate in Tokyo."

"Please stop farting if there is no independent country!"

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