Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 303 What? You asked me to kill Victor?

The John Edgar Hoover Building!
Senior assistant Pearson had just arrived at work and before the coffee was even brewed, he was called to the office by his boss.

"Sir, you're looking for me." He pushed the door open and saw Floyd I. Clark smoking, and said.

The other party pointed at the chair in front of him and motioned for him to sit down. "This morning, the police station downstairs sent us a kidnapping case. The victims are Miss Lobelia Gard, the White House secretary, and her best friend. The two were kidnapped in front of the bar yesterday."

"This matter has now been handed over to us, and the White House is taking it very seriously."

Pearson nodded slightly. "Is it the Soviets?"

This is the first reaction.

The Americans and the Soviets had been fighting for decades, and each side called the other "beast!" in the news media.

The reason why people have been flying around since the millennium is that the Russians have been doing this for a long time, otherwise they would have been stained with shit.

Floyd I. Clark shook his head and flipped through the Ugly Frenchman in front of him. "We did a lot of work and interviewed many of her colleagues. We found that she had talked to someone on the phone before leaving get off work, and according to her colleagues, there was a dispute."

Pearson raised his eyebrows; his long career in the FBI made him smell a hint of something.

"who."

"Victor Carlos Vieri!"

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

"The White House believes that the offensive of the Mexican Northern Army has harmed the interests of local American merchants, and also..." Floyd I. Clark leaned forward, "has also harmed the interests of the US government."

“But isn’t this drug control a plan jointly proposed by the US and Mexican governments?”

"Drugs don't threaten America, but peaceful, competitive, and exciting neighbors do."

Pearson knew that Victor... was being abandoned!

The reasons why you are abandoned are complicated, but to Americans, you are disobedient, you are not a good dog, you are even useless, just like a piece of scrap paper in the toilet that can only be used to wipe your butt.

"Is the United States going to war with the Northern Army?"

Floyd I. Clark looked at him in surprise and laughed. "Why do you think so? War is never a good thing. The White House intends to send a delegation to Mexico to discuss the scale of drug prohibition with Victor. FBI, I plan to send you."

Force the palace?

Pearson's first thought was, Victor is not going to kill us all!

That's Mexico.

Just do it casually, bury all the people alive in the desert, tsk tsk tsk…

But, should, may, probably, maybe not.

How is that different from declaring war?
"Who's the leader?" Pearson asked.

"Donald Rumsfeld, the White House has appointed him as special envoy with full powers."

Floyd I. Clark also smiled, "At least your safety is guaranteed. Can Victor bury his girlfriend's grandfather alive? Go ahead and don't worry."

Pearson seemed to have been exposed. He laughed and nodded, "What is my mission?"

"The more you do, the more mistakes you make. The less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. Just stand still and listen."

Pearson nodded, chatted with Floyd I. Clark for a few words, then walked out of the office, closed the door, and looked out the window at the dark clouds gathering outside.

"It's going to thunder."

...

Juarez!
The drug dealers who were originally planning to abandon the city and flee suddenly became excited and vowed to defend their homeland to the death!
Drive out destroyers and dictators like Victor.

"Victory to the people of Juarez!"

I don't know where he got the drugs from.

But there must be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames, otherwise, these drug dealers would have run away long ago.

However, the first thing to do to defend the city is to mobilize the people.

The ferocious drug dealer rushed into the slums in a pickup truck, holding an AK47 and wearing a mask. He jumped out of the car and broke into the house.

Drag the adult male out!

The women following behind him were crying and shouting, and some were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

"Resist the invasion with us! Resist the devouring from the northern tyrants, we must protect our homeland!" A burly man covered with tattoos covered his cheeks with some French luxury goods, looking quite rich.

But no matter how he cheered, the people below didn't react at all.

This made the little leader very angry. He jumped off the car, pointed at a young boy and said, "Do you want to resist the Northern Army?!"

The child was a little numb, and the parents behind him quickly pressed his head down and helped him answer hastily, "Yes, yes!"

The leader's eyes flashed, and he hooked his finger at the younger brother, who handed him the AK47. He stuffed the weapon into the child's hand, grabbed his shoulders, twisted him around, pointed at his parents who were crying miserably, and said, "Kill them!"

"No, no..."

"Then I'll kill you!" The leader pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the child's temple, pressing the safety with his thumb, "Kill them!!"

The child cried out, "Mom, Mom, I'm scared..."

boom!
One shot!
The drug dealer pulled the trigger inhumanely and shot the other person's temple with one shot.

His mother screamed and rushed over, but was shot to death by the drug dealer next to her. Her body fell to the ground with a bang, but her eyes were staring at the child on the ground.

them…

I just want to survive.

"All men will join the resistance army, and women will be managed uniformly, gentlemen! If we find that you are not active in the resistance, then I'm sorry, your families will all die!"

All men, regardless of age, were loaded into pickup trucks as drug dealers forced them to become soldiers.

come!

The Northern Army's bastards!
Grandpas are not afraid of you!!
1990年10月25日上午11时31分，陆战第一师师长希格穆特·李斯特及其副手视察前线，发表了讲话。

Around 12:10.

20 RM70 122mm rocket launchers transferred from the rear, cooperating with more than artillery pieces of the st Marine Division, began bombardment!
The Battle of Juarez has begun!

The drug dealers in the city slipped into concrete buildings when the artillery fire attacked.

The shelling lasted for an hour, and the whole city was ablaze!
That’s not all. After the artillery fire, there was an air strike, with the air force attacking important facilities.

This is the characteristic of the Northern Army.

Extreme gunfire attack!
If Victor used US dollars, he wouldn't be able to afford it, but the points...

Fortunately, we gained a lot on the battlefield, and we fought to support ourselves, so we did not completely prolapse. Otherwise, the front-line troops would have no artillery shells and no way to guarantee firepower.

2 pm.

The 2st, rd, th and th Regiments of the st Marine Division, totaling more than people, surrounded Juarez from three sides according to the original plan.

War mode, get into city street fighting!
20辆M1A1主战坦克、以及30辆M48中型坦克组成的先头部队撞开破碎的城墙，朝着里面冲了过去。

The drug dealers stationed in a church outside the city fought back fiercely!

The M1A1 main battle tank's M-256 120mm tank gun fired a shot, but the shell, which could penetrate dozens of millimeters, didn't even explode a corner!

The drug dealers were obviously well prepared and had reinforced the area a lot.

In a room on the second floor, a ZIS-3 anti-tank gun covered with slogans was lying horizontally, with the words "Long live the great Juarez!" written on the barrel.
"Reload! Reload!"

"Aim at that tank! Fuck!" A black man wearing a helmet spoke fluent English.

On his chest was written: "IRA!"

Anyone familiar with history knows that this is the logo of the Irish Resistance.

Why did these troops that were supposed to resist the British come here?

Making extra money?

This thing...is listed as a terrorist organization in many countries.

"put!"

The black commander gave an order, the gunner pulled the rope, and a shell was fired into the side of the M1A1 main battle tank.

The warhead hit the protective net, bang...

With a loud bang, the flames grew to four or five meters high. The body of the vehicle was fine, but the tank crew inside were not feeling well. Many of them felt as if their internal organs were displaced.

"Go around, go around!" the conductor said loudly, holding his stomach.

But the infantry following his flank were not so lucky. High-explosive shells cut down more than a dozen Union soldiers.

Seeing this, a medical soldier lying in the ruins rushed over and pressed down on his helmet to prevent him from running around.

Ta-ta-ta… Ta-ta-ta…

The machine guns on the fifth floor of the church began to roar, and the crossfire formed by the bullets was so overwhelming that people dared not raise their heads.

At this angle, the tank has no way of raising its head. You can't let the tank fire 360°.

The female medical soldier was shot in the neck, and the impact caused her to fall heavily to the ground. She opened her mouth, but as soon as it opened, blood gushed out.

She stretched out her hand towards a Northern Army soldier hiding behind her. Just as the latter was about to pull her away, a bullet flew from nowhere and shot the medic into a sieve.

His eyes were open before he died.

"Bazooka!"

A second lieutenant of the Northern Army rushed up with a RO-A 93mm fuel-air explosive rocket launcher and fired a shot at the firing point on the fifth floor!
Boom~~~
The flames of the explosion gushed outwards, and the drug dealer inside jumped down from above with screams, but he was unlucky and fell headfirst...his brain was exploded!
Before the lieutenant could get excited, a rocket exploded at his feet, and he flew up into darkness.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The captain roared, holding the M16 and charging into the damn building. Some soldiers poured in from the main gate, and some jumped in from the windows. They fired pistols at the drug dealers inside, and the Big Ben on the wall was smashed.

The portrait of Jesus is covered with bullet holes, and people who don’t know him would think it is Kangxi.

Click, click, click!

The sound of a submachine gun reloading from an empty chamber was chilling. Just as the soldier was about to change the magazine, a drug dealer rushed out from the side room...

In panic, he pulled out the grenade and threw it at the drug dealer, who then opened fire. The gunshots were accompanied by explosions, and both men fell down.

The drug dealer who rushed down from the second floor to rescue was carrying an M2 flamethrower and spraying flames at the seven or eight Northern Army soldiers who were rushing upstairs.

Phew~~

Although its actual "burning time" is only about 47 seconds, and the effective burning range of the flame is only about 50 meters, it is still a practical weapon, after all, it produces a high temperature of more than 1000°.

And there is no way to extinguish it.

The Northern Army soldiers screamed and rolled over. After all, sometimes human will cannot overcome the pain of the body!

The drug dealer carrying the flamethrower did not go downstairs, but retreated to the second floor cunningly. The drug dealer following him threw the tied-up grenades down.

boom!
The load-bearing walls were shaking.

"Attack! Attack and reoccupy the first floor!" the leader on the second floor shouted loudly and pushed the drug dealer next to him hard.

No matter how unhappy the latter was, he could only grit his teeth, roar, and go down with his gun.

The leader is the inspection team, and they have to kill people on the battlefield.

The drug dealers counterattack!

Instead, they pushed the Northern Army on the first floor out and suppressed their momentum.

In a "specific" combat space like a building, many weapons cannot be used, such as rocket launchers, artillery, etc., and what is needed is skills, tactics and courage.

For example, in the famous "Pavlov Building", 25 Soviet soldiers resisted the German army for 58 days.

TMD.

One building resisted longer than all of France.

However, this also indirectly shows that the building siege model is really a headache.

Moreover, these drug dealers are not ordinary military personnel at all, and their firepower is equally strong.

The battalion commander who rushed over after hearing the news asked loudly, "Where's Straven?"

"Company commander, he's sacrificed." A sergeant lowered his head.

"Where's Prince?"

"The deputy company commander was also...killed in action."

The battalion commander opened his mouth, feeling a great sense of oppression in his chest. Looking at the visibly fading morale of his soldiers, he grabbed his helmet and smashed it to the ground!
"Then I'll do it!"

"The soldiers of the First Regiment are not cowards. The Tijuana drug cartel didn't stop us. The mighty Armando didn't stop us. We even conquered the Sinaloa River. Can a building be enough?!"

The battalion commander shouted angrily and took the M3 submachine gun from the deputy battalion commander, "I'll lead the team, charge once!"

"If I die, the deputy battalion commander will take over. If the deputy battalion commander dies, the commander of Company A will take over!"

"Victor's soldiers are never cowards!" the battalion commander roared, and continued to charge towards the building with his men under the cover of tanks.

The M3 submachine gun has good performance. It was developed by General Motors in cooperation with the US military. Its main feature is its durability.

Just like a Buick.

The battalion commander led the charge, and dozens of Northern Army soldiers behind him continued to rush forward with thunderous cheers.

This is the current characteristic of the Northern Army. Officers and soldiers are united. If you don’t dare to charge, you will be shot no matter if you are a battalion commander or a regiment commander!
From eating, drinking, defecating and urinating to respecting human rights, they are exactly the same. Such soldiers are more combat-ready.

Like Xiao Xiba, when you serve as a soldier you are divided into classes. Sooner or later, a ruthless man will come and shoot you.

night.

The moon climbed up into the sky, taking over the job of the sun, and still looked down from the air at the fighting among humans below!

The deafening sound of gunfire and screams were endless.

At the 1st Marine Division command post near Juarez across the river from El Paso.

Sigmut List was looking for an opportunity to fight on the sand table. His brows were furrowed and his eye bags were dark. It seemed that he had not slept for several days.

This Juarez is tougher than I thought.

More than 3 people from four regiments rushed in, but the drug dealers fought very tenaciously.

Just 7 hours.

The casualties were as high as over 2700, of which over 1100 were killed in action, including 7 battalion-level officers and 2 regimental-level officers. (The regimental level does not just include the head of the delegation.)
"Commander, Commander..."

The staff officer at the door rushed in with a telegram in his hand, "Reinforcements of drug dealers were found across the river from El Paso, and the battle has begun."

The rivers in Mexico are very unobstructed, so drug traffickers in the south can just go by sea if they want support.

But the Northern Army's sponge force was totally insufficient, and at best they fought in assault boats, which put them in a very passive position.

"The intelligence department also sent us news that the drug traffickers in Juarez have a complex structure. In addition to the drug trafficking organizations themselves, there are also the Irish Resistance Army, the Tupac Abalu Movement of Peru, the Guatemalan Civilian Movement, the Honduran drug trafficking organizations, etc., plus some local people who have been coerced. The number of people is about more than 10!"

“Moreover, intelligence in the city shows that the current leader of the resistance in Juarez is not Aguilar. There is evidence that he has been killed in the airstrike. The current commander is a Colombian named Dario Usuga.

"We haven't found out his background yet, but there is a high possibility that he has a close connection with the North American drug trafficking groups."

Higmut Lister frowned and nodded slightly, "Whoever he is, Aguilar is dead. If someone else comes up now, his fate is doomed."

"Order the frontline troops to rest and maintain alert according to the plan."

"Yes, sir!"

Inside a house in Juarez.

Ye Jihan had gauze tied on his head. He was unlucky. He fell to the ground during the charge and was stabbed on the forehead by a sharp stone. He looked pitiful.

He was chewing some dry food...

Suddenly, he heard footsteps and stood up suddenly, as agile as a leopard. He picked up the gun and squatted by the window.

Other comrades also stood up nervously, and he put his hand down to signal them not to be nervous.

slowly…

He pushed open the door, and in the moonlight, he saw a figure peeing in the corner.

With a cigarette in his mouth.

The cigarette butt kept glowing and then dimming as he breathed.

Ye Jihan half-knelt, aimed at the cigarette butt, moved slightly to the side, and then decisively pulled the trigger!

boom!
Then I heard a dull sound and the other person fell to the ground.

After he finished shooting, he quickly shrank back.

The next second, bullets were flying everywhere!

shhhhhh…

I don't know where to hit.

I've told you not to urinate or defecate anywhere on the battlefield.

You're smoking and peeing at the same time, without even telling people why.

You don't even know where a person will come from.

War is very exhausting, and both sides had tacitly planned to rest and fight again the next day. But who knew that Ye Jihan would not abide by the ethics of war.

But Ye Jihan is even bolder!

He called a soldier and asked, "Where is the highest commanding building around us?"

“Juarez Museum.”

"Brothers, let's do this!" Ye Jihan's eyes were fierce, "Seize the commanding heights and welcome the friendly forces."

The soldiers in his squad looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

"Squad leader, you have the final say!"

"Done!"

Ye Jihan nodded, raised his hand, and looked at the moonlight. "It is now 11:20 pm. Let's take a two-hour break. At 2:1 am, while they are still confused, we will take action."

"You guys take a rest, I'll be on guard, everyone take a good rest and have some food."

"It's time to wait, fuck him!"

Ye Jihan charged forward and played to his strengths.

such as…

A master of night attacks.

...

(End of this chapter)