Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 304 "I don't know how far God is from America, but I am very close to America, sir."

October 1990, 10!
The Battle of Juarez lasted for more than 40 hours.

It's like a giant meat grinder, squeezing and integrating everyone inside, and then dragging them out like waste.

The total number of troops deployed by both sides was nearly 100,000, but because of the special structure, the Northern Army could only dismantle the building slowly!

After more than 40 hours, we still haven’t reached the city center!
When the battle report was submitted to Victor's desk, he was very upset when he saw the casualty index!
"Nearly half of the regiment was killed? More than 2000 people were injured. What was on the head of Higmut List, the commander of the st Marine Division? A chamber pot?!"

He cursed in dissatisfaction, saying that I have six regiments in total, and your casualties are almost the same as that of one regiment.

"Somebody come!"

"Take him away!"

Kennedy stood up and said, "General, this Juarez is 188 square kilometers in area. The drug traffickers control the high points and the anti-aircraft firepower is also very strong. Our air force cannot carry out effective strikes. The ground forces are involved in street fighting and building attack and defense battles. Casualties will inevitably increase. If we withdraw Sigmut Lister at this time, it will seriously shake the morale of the front-line troops."

Victor frowned, cigarette between his lips.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the table rang suddenly. Captain Jason next to him glanced at him, walked over to answer the phone, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"General, the United States will send a delegation to talk to you. It will arrive in Tijuana at 13:."

"What are the Americans doing here? To eat shit?" Ludendorff glared and said this bluntly.

Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood by, his mouth twitching.

are you crazy!

Ludendorff was a well-known figure in the Northern Army who hated Americans. He even wrote a report in the college's internal newspaper entitled "On the Importance of American Land and Industry to Mexico", stating that by moving eastward to the United States and taking over their land, Mexico would become a truly great power.

Nickname: Dreamer.

Victor glanced at him and instantly understood the American's intention. He was planning to "guide" him!

Juarez is an important city on the US-Mexico border. Millions of Americans enter Mexico from here every year, and 70% of drugs also enter the United States through here.

It is a very important border city.

Victor also admitted that he was "becoming more and more dishonest". The United States must be getting increasingly unhappy and hoping to give him a warning.

"Please ask them to come to the Juarez front!"

“I think it’s time to show them how determined Mexicans are in the war on drugs!”

Victor narrowed his eyes and spoke, staring at Kennedy, "Send our 'old gentlemen' over, the drug dealers in Juarez need them!"

General Kennedy Heisenberg was startled, met the Governor's gaze, and nodded heavily.

...

As soon as the American delegation arrived in Tijuana by special plane, Casare, who came to greet them, told them that the general was waiting for them in Juarez.

Donald Rumsfeld, who took the lead, looked around and joked, "Our Mexican governor seems to be very military-oriented."

The entourage beside him smiled.

CIA senior assistant Kenstberg had a blank expression on his face, as if someone owed him money.

In fact, the CIA itself has not had a very good relationship with Donald Rumsfeld. During the Ford administration, when the latter served as Secretary of Defense, he reached out to the CIA more than once, hoping to establish an intelligence agency that would be in line with the interests of the Pentagon.

The two sides were fighting for power, and it was quite lively.

And Pearson from the FBI is standing at the back. He is well versed in playing dead. Don't try to stand out!
Casare smiled, too, but his expression was a little unnatural.

Damn it!
If this mouth doesn't speak, someone will die, right?
However, the eldest sister is also under a lot of pressure because the one leading the team is her "girlfriend's" grandfather.

The Northern Army arranged five Mi-5 armed helicopters to transport them to Juarez.

Although Donald Rumsfeld is 60 years old, he is still very strong and climbed onto the plane in no time.

Casare raised his head, watched the helicopter fly away, and nodded three times on his chest, "Victor bless you."

"Mr. Envoy, I remember that Victor seems to be in love with your granddaughter Belsaria?"

In the helicopter, CIA's Kenstberg suddenly spoke up and started to flatter Donald Rumsfeld.

Everyone else on the plane held their breath. Pearson from the FBI looked at him in surprise. That CIA guy is really not afraid of death. Aren’t you afraid that they will just throw you out of the helicopter?

The old defense minister's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this, and he pushed his glasses down with his hand, "Since when did the CIA care so much about young people's love?"

"If you want to be a gossip reporter, you can tell me and I will find you a job."

Kenstborg's face suddenly turned dark. He couldn't even win an argument with an old man?

But he doesn't have the courage to flip the table. Donald Rumsfeld is very strong and was a famous boxer when he was a flight instructor in the Navy. It's really hard to say who will beat whom.

"And please be quiet or I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch, CIA!"

"puff…"

Pearson couldn't help laughing. When Kenstberg glared at him, he glared back at him, "Bitch, CIA!"

The FBI and CIA people were arguing with each other, and the accompanying personnel from other departments were just watching the fun, which was indeed exciting.

Donald Rumsfeld narrowed his eyes. Although he cursed the CIA, he was still a little unhappy that his granddaughter had a Mexican boyfriend.

The family's base is in the United States, and he also plans to let his granddaughter find a political family from the same party, such as the Bush family or the Koch family that has provided them with funds for a long time, or even the so-called Rockefeller.

Not a northern warlord chewing corn in Mexico!

That's right, in his opinion, Victor is just a savage who has not yet evolved.

The 100,000 troops under the other side are not even a dish on the table for the United States and have no appeal at all.

He is an old bastard. He always thinks that Victor's intention of getting close to Belsaria is not friendly.

We must take this opportunity to give him a proper beating!

The "princess" of the Rumsfeld family was not something he could consider.

buzz~
The roar of the helicopter's propellers echoed through the valley.

After flying for nearly two hours, the US special envoy delegation arrived at the Juarez front command post.

The ground personnel below directed the armed helicopter to land. The old defense minister came down and looked around. He thought he had arrived at a US military base!
"All American equipment? Are there any orders from the US arsenal and Mexico?" the accompanying official behind him whispered.

Pearson was standing behind him, but he noticed something was wrong. Why was Juarez so quiet?

Could it be that the Northern Army has already taken it?
Not likely.

His intuition told him that the Northern Army was planning something big!
Victor, wearing a military uniform, walked up with a smile on his face, followed by military leaders.

This was the first time Donald Rumsfeld met Victor, and his first impression was that he was very young, very, very young!

He himself was the youngest Secretary of Defense in American history, but he was also 45 years old at that time...

"Victor is only 30 years old."

"He'll be 30 in two months." The official next to him replied quickly.

30 years old...

At that time, I was studying for a Bachelor of Arts at Princeton University.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Donald." Victor smiled and extended his hand.

Although the old defense minister didn't like the other person very much, he still had basic courtesy and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I am here on behalf of the U.S. government to have a conversation with you about the Mexican drug control issue and the loss of U.S. assets."

Talk, didn't you know to make an appointment earlier?
Kill directly?

Typical of having no good intentions!
Victor glanced at them and nodded when he saw Pearson.

"No problem, but when I knew you were coming, I specially prepared a ceremony for you to see."

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to agree or not, he glanced at Kennedy.

The latter nodded and picked up the intercom, "Let's start."

The old defense minister frowned, not knowing what the other party was up to, but he felt vaguely uneasy.

In the desert near Sonora in Chihuahua, dust suddenly rose and a convoy could be seen speeding towards them.

Leading in the front was the Hummer off-road vehicle, followed by an armored vehicle and two six-wheeled 9P129 missile launchers!

The stuff above is about to come out.

The Soviet "Tochka-Y" missile, codenamed SS-21 by NATO!

Short-range close-range missiles!
After receiving the order, the convoy stopped quickly, the guard troops spread out, and the technicians began to operate.

The angle of the launch vehicle on the stage.

“坐标，31°44′22″N 106°29′13″W！”

"preparation!"

The leader of the convoy was a lieutenant colonel, his eyes revealed nervousness, "Fire!!"

woohoo hoo...

The missile's rear end began to catch fire and push forward, making a deafening sound, and took off towards the coordinate point! !

Flying away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just when the American officials at the Juarez Command Post were getting a little impatient, a dull sound suddenly came from above their heads.

Donald Rumsfeld looked up and saw a long trail in the sky...

missile? !
He suddenly opened his eyes and finally panicked. He looked at the accompanying officials behind him, including CIA's Kenstberg, who had his mouth half open.

Also shocked!

Missiles are not shocking, but when did Mexico have missiles?
Soviet Union?

欧洲？

It can’t be that Mexico developed it themselves, what a joke!
The United States will not be shocked if there are no missiles, but Mexico...

The CIA and FBI were all panicking!

This is so close to the United States, it's simply a king bomb.

The missile accurately hit an oil depot in the city, and the high-explosive bomb it carried detonated the target with a bang.

The several tons of oil stored in the oil depot became combustion aids, destroying all the buildings in an area of ​​nearly 2 square meters!
It is as large as two and a half football fields.

Ye Jihan, who was on the second floor of the Juarez Museum, had his mouth half open, a look of shock on his face!

A grunt.

Swallowed.

He led his team members to attack the Juarez Museum at night. After killing the drug dealers inside, he was about to call for reinforcements, but suddenly a message came from above asking them to stay on standby.

Anyone stop attacking.

Even shrinking outwards.

Unexpectedly...

Such a big one came!
The explosion was so powerful that the middle area was directly cleared! He looked at the rising mushroom cloud, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

The American officials who witnessed all this looked at each other.

Use missiles to hit drug dealers...

This is literally the first time in human history!
"Gentlemen, San Diego is only 19 kilometers away from Tijuana." Victor turned his head and looked at the Americans and suddenly said this.

The well-informed Donald Rumsfeld couldn't help but look grim at this moment.

“Is this a provocation and a warning?”

The American officials behind him were looking at him nervously. Similarly, Kennedy and others behind Victor also had tense expressions.

Ludendorff had even... begun to roll up his sleeves.

He's going to hit ten!
Victor's expression was calm, but his tone was crazy. "I just want to tell the outside world that I will never back down in the fight against drug crimes. If anyone crosses the line, then we'll go to war!"

"Before I die, I will take someone with me to be buried with me!"

Fuck the squid!!

Donald Rumsfeld has met many people in charge of countries. Some of them have mental problems and he has also met many paranoid people, but he has never seen someone like Victor who "threatens" in front of everyone.

"How far God is from America I don't know, I'm very close to America, sir."

19 kilometers, what the hell, Americans can have an extra meal at night if they open their mouths.

The two groups stared at each other.

Pearson was so worried that Donald Rumsfeld would be angry to death.

That would be really nice.

"I hope the decision you make today is the right one, Mr. Governor." The old defense minister said and left without looking back.

Have tea?

Why are you still drinking tea!

I'm so angry.

When Victor saw that the other party was about to leave, he politely asked the helicopter fleet to send them back.

"General, this is equivalent to breaking off relations with the Americans, so..." Kennedy said from the side.

"Is it torn apart? That may not be the case. The role of the military is to increase my voice. Even if the Pentagon is unhappy, at most they can ask the CIA to cause trouble for me. Does they dare to start a war?"

They could not afford the cost of a large-scale military operation.

Victor smiled.

"Politicians are very thick-skinned. They care about their own gains and losses, not the reputation of the country."

...

The American delegation looked very gloomy.

Ok…

I came in the afternoon and arrived in the United States around five in the evening, so I could still make it in time for dinner.

Donald Rumsfeld went to meet with Bush Sr. and called his staff, and the few of them talked in the office for several hours.

No one knows what they are talking about.

But on the next day, the spokesperson announced that arms aid to Mexico would be suspended.

In addition, it will negotiate with the United States on its interests in Mexico.

But he supports the Mexican Northern Army's efforts in drug control.

But privately, the CIA received orders from the White House.

Put Victor in the "Red Files" to disrupt the Northern Army's path to liberation.

There are several familiar names on this red list.

Fidel Castro, Saddam, Gaddafi, and Khamenei!

These are all famous anti-American fighters!

The reason why Victor is on this list is mainly because Mexico’s geographical location is so “good” that it scares Americans.

The White House did not give any further instructions, but the CIA, which had a long-standing grudge against Victor, immediately became interested.

"The CIA is planning to assassinate Victor?!" senior assistant Pearson said in shock.

FBI Director Floyd I. Clark crossed his arms, "Our sources in the CIA say so. Victor is courting his own death!"

"How are the generals around Victor being bribed?"

Pearson shook his head. "Not optimistic. Those generals seem to worship Victor very much. It's almost like...he has become a God!"

"God can also be betrayed sometimes, it's just that the chips are not enough. To increase the chips, we must also have our own spies inside Mexico."

Pearson sighed inwardly. Even if he sympathized with Victor now, it was no use.

Dead.

Hopeless…

Victor's missiles deeply stimulated them.

No matter how good your relationship was before, when they want to kill you, even if you are my dear, you will become stinky shit.

An open war is impossible, but it would be best if the CIA could do something small to get Victor out of office.

A huge storm is brewing for Victor.

...

The Northern Army fired 17 high-explosive missiles at Juarez!
Oh shit…

Flat you!
If you want to fight me in a street fight, I’ll play with you in ruins!
Worst case scenario, rebuild!
On October 1990, 10, the 28st Marine Division returned to combat.

But there are still sporadic resistance.

After all, no matter how powerful the missile is, it is impossible to directly flatten the more than 180 square kilometers of Juarez. At most, it can only eliminate some tall buildings and important targets.

but…

The drug dealers' fighting spirit collapsed in an instant.

Bomb it with missiles!

Who can bear it?

Fuck XMMD!

Victor, do you have a lot of money? Don't missiles cost money?

Ye Jihan and his comrades were walking on the ruins, looking around vigilantly, when they suddenly heard a noise.

He turned around suddenly and fired three shots at a collapsed cave entrance.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" A crying voice came from inside, with local slang, but Ye Jihan couldn't understand some of it. He was confused and asked a comrade wearing glasses beside him, "What did he say?"

"He said he was a civilian."

"Let him come out."

The comrade was chattering a lot in bird language, and then he was seen crawling out of the cave, with a face covered in dust and sadness.

She was holding a child in her arms.

"Please, save her, save her." The man knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted loudly.

Ye Jihan frowned and winked at a comrade-in-arms, who walked over, touched the child's eyelids and breath, then shook his head at him.

died.

"Civilians have been spotted here. Please ask the reserve team to come up and take him away." Ye Jihan pressed the headset.

"receive."

"Ah!!" The man also realized that his child was dead, and he cried heartbreakingly. A grown man, he just collapsed on the ground.

It is so sad that anyone who hears it will cry.

Just as Ye Jihan put down his gun, he suddenly saw the man throw the closest comrade to the ground and tear his face hard.

"Murderers! You murderers! Give me back my child, give me back my child!!" He cursed loudly with red eyes.

"Let him go! Let him go!" Several soldiers rushed forward to grab him, but two or three people couldn't hold back the crazy man.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

Ye Jihan looked over suddenly and saw a hole on the man's forehead. He opened his eyes and fell backwards.

He fell heavily to the ground.

The corporal who fired the shot was a little at a loss when faced with the looks in his comrades' eyes.

Ye Jihan was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's go."

He didn't blame his comrades, so who could he blame?

Can you blame Victor?
The war he started?

But without the war on drugs, Mexico will never have a future, and Mexicans will never have hope!
But a war was started...

A missile killed the drug dealer, but also hurt civilians.

If anyone is to blame, it's because he lives in this fucked-up place.

War never lets anyone go away.

It will only greedily devour any life, and when all living things are destroyed, how can its eggs remain intact?

maybe…

For many people who beg for stability, Victor's Northern Army is also a threat to peace.

As long as drug dealers are around, at least we are still alive.

The sky was blue, and next to a bombed-out house, a small hand stretched out from the ruins.

She was holding a thousand paper cranes.

The world reflected in black and white, this touch of color, carries with it the utmost despair.

The world is good.

I won’t come back in the next life.

……

(End of this chapter)