Working as a police officer in Mexico

9pm on January 22.

The UN spokesperson made a serious complaint to dozens of news media, "The behavior of the Mexican delegation has seriously tarnished this sacred place. We have decided to cancel its UN seat and expel it before 10am on the 23rd!"

"We also sternly warn Mexico not to turn North America into a place of war!"

"If a war breaks out, Victor and others will be immediately listed as war criminals and wanted worldwide!"

The spokesperson read out the warning and left with a gloomy face. The reporters below couldn't stop him.

He was the first one to make the UN "expel".

At 9:30pm on the press conference, the Security Council held an emergency closed-door meeting.

No one knew what happened, but after the meeting, the US representative came out with a look of grief.

"Mr. Ward, is this meeting about whether to deal with Mexican mercenaries?" A female reporter ran up and handed over the microphone.

But before he could say this, someone pulled him hard from behind and he fell directly. The reporter standing behind him hurriedly filled the gap.

Seeing this, the security guards nearby hurriedly and nervously protected the American representative.

This is the deputy head of the delegation, who had his head broken in the fight this morning...

"Mr. Ward, will a new round of conflict between the United States and Mexico be triggered? Mexico has already begun to deploy troops in the border area. Is there a new chance for peace?"

Perhaps because he was annoyed by the quarrel, Ward stopped and frowned, with dissatisfaction flashing behind his three-centimeter-thick glasses, "The Mexico led by Victor is undoubtedly evil..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a reporter smashing the microphone over and hitting the other person's nose.

"Ah!!!"

With a scream, Ward covered his hands and yelled, "Fuck!!"

He was anxious...

He was anxious...

"The United States is the most evil, fuck it, Ward, your whole family is rotten, your mother will be raped sooner or later, and your daughter will be turned into leather shoes by red shoes sooner or later..."

The security personnel rushed up and pressed the young reporter to the ground, and the other's glasses fell off...

But he still shouted: "Long live the great Victor!"

Deputy Head Ward's chest was already on fire. In the closed-door meeting just now, the Security Council voted on whether to send troops, 4 to 1, and the 1 was obviously known.

He slammed the table and asked loudly why he disagreed.

Rabbit: Call your mother, so loudly.

But he also knew that this kind of meeting was not nutritious. Whether they agreed or not, the United States would definitely attack Mexico.

The successor to the Soviet Union, Mao, might not send troops, but the others had agreed to help out.

Now that he was given another microphone, he was furious, pushed the security guard away, and kicked the reporter on the head in public.

Everyone was in an uproar!

The reporters nearby took pictures of this scene.

This is super huge news!

Members of the delegation beat up protesters!

The group of reporters is a double-edged sword. If used well, they can make the enemy suffer, but if used poorly, they will backfire on themselves.

"Sir, calm down, calm down!" The security guard next to him quickly pulled him away.

Ward, who calmed down, also realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and hurriedly covered his face, "Hand him over to the police!"

After saying that, he fled in panic.

The reporters behind him took pictures of his terrified eyes.

At the same time, in Brussels, Belgium.

The NATO spokesperson spoke passionately, explaining Victor's atrocities and Mexico's perverse actions.

He declared: "If the United States is in trouble, Europe is in trouble, and NATO will never sit idly by!"

These words were loud and clear.

NATO has clearly decided to end the war.

In the face of these jackals, the Mexican government wrote two words on its official website:

Freedom!

As if they were responding from a distance.

The air in North America was filled with gunpowder smoke.

…

On the Los Cabos National Highway in Baja California.

On the Hummer with flashing police lights, the loudspeaker said: "All personnel and vehicles pull over, please cooperate with the work!"

On a gray dump truck, the driver was smoking a cigarette, and he saw and heard it from the rearview mirror.

But he ignored it completely.

Not complying with traffic management is the norm for dump trucks.

He hummed a little tune and pretended not to see it.

The Hummer also noticed it, accelerated, drove side by side with him, and shouted at him: "All personnel and vehicles pull over, please cooperate with the work!"

The policeman sitting in the back opened the window and shouted loudly.

Seeing that the other party was indifferent.

He took out his pistol and shot at the rearview mirror!

Bang!

The driver shuddered with fear, his eyes widened, what the hell?

Shoot?

Do you have to shoot for traffic violations?

He swallowed his saliva and had to bite the bullet to park the mud truck beside him. As soon as he got out of the car, he was pressed to the ground by the police.

"Why didn't you stop?"

"I... I didn't hear it."

"Didn't hear it?"

The leading police officer had a dark face, "Take it away, which company is it from, let your person in charge come to pick you up."

Upon hearing this, the driver's face turned green, his head drooped, and he was dejected.

The other cars were very obedient and pulled over, but they were all a little confused. Traffic control was suddenly implemented.

Buzz buzz buzz ~

Suddenly, a dull engine sound was heard.

"Dad, look!" a child shouted to his father, patted his shoulder hard, and pointed outside.

"What?"

The father looked out in confusion and saw a green troop carrier leading the way, with soldiers sitting in the back.

"This is a troop carrier convoy."

"Those are tanks, tanks!" the child shouted excitedly.

The father saw a large transport vehicle with more than a dozen tanks and armored vehicles on the upper and lower floors.

The car owners on the roadside were very surprised, and they got out of the car and stood and pointed.

"That's the M198 155mm howitzer. With that shot, there's nothing left."

Some military fans' eyes lit up when they saw the equipment, and some models were just casually made up.

These military fans who saw the equipment were like perverts who saw women.

The breathing sounds they made were all the same.

"See the muzzle? M109 self-propelled howitzer, the standard weapon of the Americans, oh my!"

"And that... Type 83 self-propelled artillery?"

"This should be the organization of a Marine Division. Is it going to Tijuana?"

Many people don't understand weapons and equipment, but they can see the border situation from the news.

"Is it going to fight?" A woman said with a worried look on her face.

"It should be, fight! It's good to fight. Those damn American capitalists should have a taste of the power of the iron fist. Moreover, the shame brought to us by the Mexican-American War must be avenged now!"

Looking at the weapons and equipment, many old Mexicans felt proud.

This is actually the effect Victor wanted. He specifically ordered that the army should not be covered while it was moving.

It was to let everyone see that it was not certain who would win this war.

American weapons are powerful...

But there is still a disadvantage: it is too close to Mexico.

The Fourth Army and the three field artillery regiments deployed there have a total of thousands of artillery pieces. According to the order of the military, they will wait for the other side to launch an attack on February 2.

Concentrate firepower and fire all-out!

Bomb the border area into ruins as soon as possible.

Of course, be careful of the US military's air firepower. The Gulf War is a good learning material. If you don't have good air defense capabilities, these are targets.

The air defense regiments of the First Army, the Second Army, and the Third Army in the Central Region, as well as the "Patriot"-3 missile air defense regiment directly under the military headquarters, are all moving towards the border area.

Victor is ready to fight a battle.

Facing the "warnings" from NATO and the United Nations, Victor arrived at the front on the 27th.

Nogales, Sonora.

This is only 100 kilometers away from the United States.

Stationed here are two divisions of the 4th Marine Corps, the 337th and 338th Divisions, with a total of more than 30,000 people.

Thousands of soldiers lined up neatly.

Standing on the stage, Victor felt murderous and passionate.

"Brothers!"

"I can't preach those great principles. I really can't fight. But that son of a bitch Yankee doesn't want us to live a good life. He doesn't like people standing next to him to expose their darkness!"

"He doesn't like people holding up the fire for the poor. What do they like?"

"They like to sit in the office, drink coffee, and then comment on us, the children of workers and farmers. He strangled the upward channel of the bottom. They committed crimes. Why can't anyone judge them?"

"Why are we fighting?"

Victor raised his right finger with excitement, "For ideals, for the greatest and simplest beliefs of all mankind, we are human beings, not beasts!"

The correct version is available at 6Ⅹ9Ⅹ bookⅩ bar! 6Ⅹ9 book bar publishes a novel for the first time. Reading from Liujiu Book Bar

"Of course, I know that some people outside are cold and say that Victor, who is sitting in the National Palace, is using other people's lives to highlight his greatness."

"Please rest assured, if the Americans step into our land, I..."

He patted his chest hard, "When I die in the front line, anyone who sees me as a deserter can shoot me."

What he said was simply passionate.

The soldiers below, whose average age is less than 22, looked at him fanatically.

This is equivalent to one sentence: The time has come when the country needs us.

Who wouldn't feel numb when hearing this?

"Moreover, Vice President Casare Gonzalez, his younger brother, is serving among you, and he will be at the forefront."

"We are different from capitalism. Our children have never been gilded. We want them to go to the most intense places of war. Anyone can sacrifice, why can't our relatives?"

Victor glanced at Fatty Ka and motioned him to come up and say a few words.

The latter came up and breathed a sigh of relief, "I hope my dear brother will fight bravely and not be afraid of death. When ideals and beliefs collapse and fail, please wait for me in hell, I will walk with you!"

Many people on the stage looked at him in surprise. Obviously, they were also surprised that he could say such words.

I thought he was just a favored "traitor", but I didn't expect him to have such courage.

People, this thing is really complicated.

The soldiers below were finally a little in an uproar, looking at each other.

They are not afraid of death, they are just afraid that their death is not worth it.

But when the son of a big man goes to the battlefield with you, it is simply...better than a thousand words.

This is not like Bush in the Pacific War, when he fell into the sea and thousands of people rescued him.

Mountbatten, that waste, if he didn't have a high bloodline, could he be a commander?

Being a JB hair is not good enough to have dirty underwear.

Only dogs care about bloodline.

"Long live the Mexican people! Long live freedom!"

Casare raised his hand and cheered loudly.

The soldiers below were full of morale and also responded loudly.

And in a square below.

Felix pursed his lips tightly, and he tried to hold back the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, brother, I won't embarrass you!"

The reporter who followed took a picture of Casare.

A hundred years later, someone will remember them through the information.

After the disbandment, the Chief of Staff of the 4th Army, Fedor von Bock, asked in a low voice.

"Do you need to call Felix?"

He certainly knew who Casare's brother was and where he served.

Victor glanced at his close comrade-in-arms, who just hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

"No need, we will meet naturally on the day of the triumph."

Fedor von Bock patted him on the shoulder.

Victor and his party took a special train to the north. They didn't take a plane unless it was necessary. Who knows if there would be any accidents.

The "Tammuz-1" operation to bomb Saddam in 1981 was a typical "white-clothed crossing the river" behavior. As a result, many countries would rather shoot down passenger planes than let them go.

If the United States next door knew about Victor's movements, do you think he would launch missiles?

Although the patent is slow, it is safer. The carriages are all bulletproof materials. Even the chefs are brought by themselves, and the waiters on the train are all bodyguards of the Special Intelligence Agency.

Victor looked at the scenery outside. As February approached, everything began to revive, and a touch of green began to bloom.

He was a little absent-minded.

After the war, I don't know how many are left.

"South Korea has sent troops."

Suddenly, Casare, who was sitting opposite, said with a newspaper in his hand.

Victor frowned with a question mark on his face.

The other party hurriedly handed over the newspaper.

North Korea's Rodong Sinmun, which is rare in Mexico.

It says:

"According to the North Korean command, South Korea recently dispatched a special forces unit of more than 600 people, whose members belong to the Combat Control Team (CCT), Air Force sequence."

"It is said that these soldiers will enter the Fort Hood Army Base in Texas for a three-month special training."

"But in reality, they may participate in future wars in North America."

Casare raised his head and looked at Victor.

"The first country in Asia to be killed."

Who knew that the Emperor of Victor would smile, and there were dimples.

"Originally, I only had a 6-level chance of winning the war, but now with them, we have an 8-level chance."

"South Korea has a record of killing a four-star general of the United States. The Americans don't care about this lesson after suffering a hardship. I think they will have more bad luck."

South Korea?

Ah Xi...

Isn't it that they have any combat effectiveness?

Even if they have combat effectiveness, a country wouldn't have 19 troops stationed there.

There are not so many terrorist organizations in Afghanistan.

"However, this also shows that the US military is calling on its friends and intends to give us a hard time."

"Then let's see whether his teeth are sharp or my bones are tough!"

"General."

Joseph Joffre trotted over from the next car, looking a little anxious.

"The 136th Infantry Regiment of Texas shot at my border residents at the Juarez border, killing 22 people and injuring 17 people."

"!!!"

"When did it happen?"

Joseph Joffre looked at his watch, "20 minutes ago."

Victor slammed the table, "This is simply too much!"

"Then fight."

"Issue a statement immediately!"

"Boss... don't you wait for No. 2?"

"What are you waiting for? The initiative is in our hands now. They opened fire first. Do we have to wait until they have had enough before we fight back?"

Victor glared.

"A garbage country that takes drugs, traffics in people, and kidnaps children should be taught a lesson."

January 27, 1992.

The self-defense counterattack against the United States officially started!

...