Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 305 "Am I a villain?"

"We are deeply saddened by the toll that Mexico's war on drugs has taken on civilians, and we know of the number of American citizens trapped in Ciudad Juarez. We have urged the Mexican government to suspend its offensive plans."

"The Pentagon will suspend military aid to Mexico and call on both sides to stop fighting and treat civilians well."

"Demand that the Governor's Office in northern Mexico immediately evacuate Juarez to prevent shells from entering the United States and affecting innocent people, and report the war situation to the United States!"

Victor had a gloomy face and turned off the TV. The more he looked at the complexion of the spokesperson, the more he felt that he was watching Animal World.

Kennedy and Casare in the room looked solemn.

"Boss, the Americans are trying to use public opinion to force us into submission and criticize us from a commanding position."

Kennedy was also indignant. "Americans are hypocritical in everything they do! The war they launched is just, but ours is controversial? Fuck him!"

"Truth is only within the range of cannons, and dignity is only on the edge of a sword. Just because we are weak, the Americans think they can control us, but we want to tell them that it is a foolish dream!"

Victor is a man who only responds to soft words and not to hard ones. He is not afraid of those who wear shoes even if they are barefoot. "I order the Zeus plan to proceed! The 32nd Missile Brigade will enter Mexicali and aim at California. I want to see how the Americans can control me!"

The 32nd Missile Brigade was formed in secret and was not made public at the military council. Only a few people knew about it.

The entire brigade has: 14 R-20 medium-range missiles, 9 "Tochka-Y" missiles, and two rounds of salvos. Can Los Angeles, San Francisco, and San Diego remain intact?

I guarantee you'll be in ruins!
It’s all about heartbeat and excitement!

Don't you Americans like to point fingers? Come on, give it a try.

“Confiscate the land and companies of American businessmen in the North and freeze their wealth, arrest the criminals among them, and expel the unstable elements!”

"And spread all the ugly things that Americans did in Mexico through the media."

Victor's three moves made Kennedy and Casare a little dizzy.

"What we need to do now is to give up illusions and prepare for battle!"

"Understood, boss!" As a loyal "lackey", Casare stood up and saluted.

loyalty!

...

Early morning of October 10th.

The weather is a bit cold on the streets of Mexicali, the capital of Baja California.

Dozens of newsboys wearing newsboy caps, their cheeks red from the cold, held up newspapers and shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"Extra, Extra, a major drug case was cracked in Sinaloa, and the person behind it turned out to be a giant American pharmaceutical company!"

"At the port of La Paz on the southern island of Baja California, the local National Guard uncovered a major case of keeping people alive and selling their organs! There are as many as 67 people involved, 62 of whom are American citizens!"

One outrageous accusation after another appeared in the newspapers.

It brought to light a lot of half-hidden ugly things!
Americans treat Mexico as a garbage can, throwing everything into it. In addition to being the largest drug seller in Latin America, Mexico is also the largest "black market"!
Poor Mexicans sell their blood for $10, while wealthy Americans can exchange blood for $1000 million. You can imagine the profit.

Who made the money?
A lot of people have been arrested in Mexico, while people in the United States are still at large.

Victor has long wanted to deal with this group of people, and has had people keeping an eye on them. Now that we have fallen out with the United States, he is throwing them out to you directly. This is called guiding public opinion and stirring up public anger!
All of this is the general's explanation to the people.

At this time, an emergency assembly was sounded from Company A of the 223rd Regiment of the National Guard.

Santos and his childhood friend Campost were having breakfast. When they heard the noise, they each took a bite of corn and ran hurriedly to get their weapons and equipment.

As they ran down, the company commander glanced at them and said, "According to the order from the higher-ups, seal off the Mexicali Pharmaceutical Company and arrest all personnel. Anyone who dares to resist will be shot on the spot!"

"boarding!"

A group of people ran onto the troop carrier. Campost was at the very back, and he clicked his tongue twice at Santos next to him, "Mexicali Pharmaceuticals, that's the largest pharmaceutical company in California. I heard it has American background. We're going to destroy their business."

"Are you afraid?"

Campost glared, "What are you afraid of! I have the general behind me. If we can't win, then let the frontline fight. Counter-terrorism only requires a list, and suppressing the rebellion only requires coordinates!"

In the north, no one dares to jump now. Victor will really kill people.

The convoy drove out of the military camp and headed towards the suburbs of Mexicali. Santos looked at the scenery outside.

This year's winter came earlier than usual.

The Mexicali Pharmaceuticals company covers an area of ​​1.7 square meters, which is roughly the killing area of ​​a missile.

Two security guards were sitting in the booth at the door. Suddenly they heard the sound of an engine. One of the fat security guards stood up, his eyes widened, and he pushed his colleague.

The latter asked impatiently, "What's wrong? What the hell?"

"Military vehicle, the troops are coming!"

The other party stood up immediately, nervous. When he saw the soldier jumping out of the car, his face tensed and he said anxiously, "Quick! Call the supervisor."

The fat security guard nodded quickly, stood up and was about to make a phone call, but the door was kicked open.

"What are you doing! Who told you to make a phone call? Squat down with your head in your hands!" Campost pointed at them and shouted!
The other man's face tightened, but his hands did not slow down. When the call was connected, before he could say anything, Santos pulled out a gun and shot at him!

Chug tug tug…

He was shot dead directly, and the security room was full of bullet holes.

The two security guards fell to the ground with their eyes open.

I told you...

You have to listen!

Santos pursed his lips and looked at his childhood friend, "It went off the rails..."

The general manager Claude Creevey on the other end of the phone was smoking in the office and chatting with a few guests. When he heard the gunshots, his face suddenly changed.

"Manager, the Northern Army is coming." The secretary said in panic.

Claude Creevey's cigarette got stuck in his throat and he couldn't help coughing violently.

And those guests also had lies on their faces.

"Hurry! Hide the goods in the warehouse in the secret passage!" Claude Creevey said anxiously.

"Yes, the goods cannot be wrong. You have already taken our balance. If there is a mistake, you will have to compensate for it." One of the customers being entertained also said nervously.

That was 30 tons of drugs shipped to Europe. The Mexicali Company had developed a new type of drug with a very high purity, and the profits were simply intoxicating.

This is basic operation.

Which pharmaceutical company in Mexico doesn't sell drugs?

However, many of them have overseas capital behind them. Claude Creevey asked his secretary to deal with it, and he ran to hold back the soldiers.

When he ran downstairs, he saw that the office area had been controlled and dozens of employees were standing there shivering.

He came out with a smile on his face and held out his hand, "Gentlemen, how can I help you?"

The company commander looked at the hand he extended and said with a fierce look, "From now on, Mexicali Pharmaceutical Company will be closed down!"

Claude Creevey's face turned green. The 30 tons of goods shipped to Europe were worth more than billion US dollars. He could not afford the loss.

Mexico's war on drugs has directly raised the price of drugs in the world. The freight costs from the Golden Triangle to Europe and the United States have increased by half, and the profits are not very high. In some areas, drugs are even hard to come by.

As long as there is money to be made, capital can sell the shackles that hang itself.

"Sir, please come to my office and have a seat. I have some fine Cuban cigars here." Claude Creevey said with a forced smile.

Zizzi~
At this time, the intercom attached to the manual rang, "Company Commander, we caught someone moving goods in the warehouse, all drugs! At least dozens of tons, hey! Don't move! Lie down! Shoot! Shoot..."

Suddenly there was an angry shout from the other end, followed by gunshots.

The captain looked at Claude Creevey, who was horrified, and said, "I think you don't want to die."

The other party fell to the ground with a thud, his face pale!

Ruined.

In just two days, the American industries in the territory controlled by Victor suffered a huge impact!
Standard Oil's industries in northern Mexico were frozen, its CEO was arrested, crude oil shipments to the United States and European countries were suspended, and oil companies in the United States and Spain were closed!
Confiscate Amtrak's railway shares in northern Mexico and take back the passenger hub that has been controlled by the Americans for nearly a hundred years.

The entire Wall Street has gone completely crazy!

These wealthy people cannot bear to earn "less" money for a day, and they use eating energy to put pressure on the White House and the Pentagon.

Many financial newspapers exclaimed: Mexico is crazy! Victor is crazy!

A Red Party member even shouted in Congress, "Start a war! Kill Victor, protect our assets, and no one can take our interests away from us!"

Those extreme rednecks are furious!
The most difficult situation is for American anti-drug activists who support Victor. They are all extremely conflicted.

The current situation in the United States and Mexico has suddenly taken a sharp turn for the worse, which is very similar to what happened in 1962!

Under such circumstances, the 32nd Missile Brigade took the lead in "attacking".

A "training blank missile" was fired towards San Francisco, landing on a farm, scaring the other side so much that they almost called Jesus over.

This incident has completely brought the relationship between the two countries to a freezing point!
Victor's meaning was obvious.

You delay my anti-drug work, and the next time you come, it will be a real missile.

boom!
George H.W. Bush slammed the table hard and shook with anger. Such serious "provocative behavior" had never happened during his tenure!
In particular, he "plundered" U.S. assets in Mexico, including a company called Overby Petroleum Development Company, which he founded in 1951 and is currently owned by the Bush family.

His first job after graduating from college was as an oilfield supplies salesman, so he had good relationships with many oil companies, and a large part of his campaign funds came from this.

Victor has touched the energy pie, so he must not be allowed to continue to run rampant.

He called CIA Director Richard James Kerr and scolded him, "Aren't you ashamed of taking taxpayers' money? Where did Mexico's missiles come from? Who can tell me?!"

Richard also wanted to know the answer to this question.

But the CIA agents couldn't find the source.

But that didn't stop him from making up stories, "We found out that he was very close to the Soviets."

What is the CIA? They are bastards, liars, and unscrupulous bastards!
No evidence?
As long as the CIA wants, an "informed source" will reveal the information tomorrow.

Old Bush was stunned for a moment, but soon looked at the other party with a serious expression. Richard James Kerr lowered his head and began to pretend to be very humble.

The Big Ben in the office was ticking, and I always felt that these few minutes were particularly unbearable.

"Kill him."

Just when Richard James Kerr was feeling a little uneasy, he suddenly heard a calm voice in his ear. He raised his head abruptly and met George H.W. Bush's eyes.

"No matter what, I don't want a powerful person to appear during my term. He..." Bush Sr. didn't say anything else. In fact, Victor's youth scared him.

If he lives long enough, Victor could even "rule" for nearly 50 more years!
NMD, what is it like to have a neighbor who launches missiles at you at the slightest disagreement?

Scared!
George H.W. Bush felt under great pressure. The Russian bear was struggling to survive, but his neighbor who lived only a few meters away had become so wild, he was simply an unreasonable madman!
He actually doesn’t understand either. Aren’t we cooperating well together?
You sent troops to attack Iraq and joined the anti-Iraq alliance some time ago. How did it become like this now?
Aren't you allowed to ban drugs?

You are not obedient!
Walking out of the President's office, Richard James Kerr grinned. The beast of CIA could finally be released!
"Wait for the trial, Victor!"

Richard didn't know why, but suddenly he remembered what his deceased secretary Steven said, "As long as I'm alive, I won't allow Victor to betray me."

Ok…

Now you are dead and he has betrayed you.

Steven, you really can predict better than Jesus.

...

11 Month 3 Day!
The last few days of the "divisive" conflict between the United States and Mexico have drawn the attention of the whole world, but Victor seems very calm.

The Americans don't dare to start a war so close, nor do they have the determination!
If one day the other side really intends to completely destroy Mexico, Victor will distribute weapons to his "believers", one AK47 per person, and tens of millions of people will rush towards the United States!

Conquer this place where even Jesus has never been, and shout the name of Victor from the Capitol!
But in order to prevent problems on the border, the General Staff has planned to reduce the operational plan. Originally, it was planned to carry out the "Northern Recovery Plan" all the way!

It now seems that appropriate strategic adjustments need to be made.

There are still not enough soldiers.

Victor glanced at his own golden finger points, 19 billion!
It’s time to increase the troops!
Although it seems like a lot, if you recruit elite soldiers, these points can only recruit less than 2 people.

Victor thought about it and decided to first increase the current 1.2 "direct soldiers" within the army to 2.5, and then quickly expand it to 20!
A ratio of about 1:8 can provide strong control over the grassroots and prevent any opposition voices from arising.

But... the pressure is really great.

Still the same old problem, can’t afford it…

Just as Victor was considering, Captain Jason Bourne ran in with a serious look on his face.

"General, the Zapatista National Theological Army in Chiapas, the Gulf Group, the Zacate Tigers, the Irish Resistance, the Spanish ETA, Boko Haram and more than 30 other organizations at home and abroad announced the establishment of an "Anti-Victor Alliance" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras!"

"The intelligence department also intercepted news that there is a black hand behind the scenes who brought them together, provided weapons and ammunition, and trained personnel. Among them are the British MI6, the American CIA, and the Spanish National Intelligence Organization and Mossad!"

Victor smokes a cigarette.

"Am I a villain?"

……

(End of this chapter)