Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 306 "Operation Goddess Valkree!"

"Oppose hegemony!"

“Oppose dictatorship!”

"Strive for true independence for the Mexican people!"

"Overthrow the tyrant Victor!"

In the "Morazan Park" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, a short, fat, bearded man stood in front of the statue of Francisco Morazan, the national hero of Honduras and an outstanding activist during the Central American independence movement, holding a microphone and shouting loudly.

Tens of thousands of people were cheering below.

However... most of them have tattoos on their faces and look very fierce. You can tell at a glance that they are gangsters.

Honduras is a well-known "country of murder". When you fly for three seconds, at least forty or fifty people will go missing.

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It always looks strange when gang members protest.

There was a circle of policemen outside wearing masks and staring intently. Even the military dog ​​was sitting very "obediently".

When you meet this bunch of ruthless people, even a dog won't even bark.

Behind the park is the Central Government Building. Crowds of people can be seen coming out of the windows above, and it is obvious that there are quite a few people watching.

Dozens of reporters recorded this scene with their cameras. An American female reporter even said during the live broadcast, "Victor is just like Saddam. Their brutal rule and bloody dictatorship are a trampling on human civilization. We call on all countries in the world to boycott them together!"

"He is dragging world civilization into the Third World War!"

"Anyone with morals and bottom line should stand up to his behavior."

As the American woman spoke, she pulled her clothes open in front of the camera and wrote slogans against Victor on the XOOX.

Tsk tsk tsk…

Victor's name is still shaking.

This massive protest lasted for three or four hours. The crowd slowly dispersed after the short, fat man with a beard got into a black SUV on the side of the road.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Rosales." A white man said with a smile in a fluent New York accent.

Manuel Zelaya Rosales took the cigarette from the other person, his face trembling with laughter, and said something very "moral", "People like Victor are scum. As a member of Latin America, I have the obligation and necessity to protect the dignity of civilians."

The white man next to him smiled at what he said.

Who is Manuel Zelaya Rosales?
The head of the "Contra" forces in Central America!

A puppet supported by the CIA!
This was during the Cold War, when the US CIA formed one of the many "irregular forces", also known as the "Central American Opposition Forces". Since the introduction of the "Monroe Doctrine" in the 19th century, the United States has regarded the entire Latin American region (including Central America) as its sphere of influence. However, in 1959, a backyard fire crisis occurred. As the boss of Latin America, the Americans naturally could not sit idly by.

But what really led to the establishment of "Contra" was the Nicaraguan Revolution in 1979.

By the way, in the late 80s, Japan produced a game called “Contra”. When this game was released in the United States, it was named “Contra”!
It can be regarded as bringing fame to this unit.

They use American weapons, American instructors, and American systems. We have a total of more than 20,000 people and their combat effectiveness is overflowing. Basically, I will attack whoever the CIA tells me to attack!
Langley had originally planned to have them take over Victor, but at the time, the US-Mexico relationship was good, but now...

"Headquarters wants to transfer you to Mexico to support the drug dealers there," said the white man.

Manuel Celaya Rosales raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "I have studied Victor's troops. The Northern Army is very powerful and has excellent weapons. He likes to use weapons of mass destruction. We don't have any advantage in the air force..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the person next to him, "Weapons, ammunition and the required air force. When necessary, the US Air Force will provide assistance!"

"The Pentagon and the White House have only one request: Victor must be killed!"

Manuel Celaya Rosales took a deep breath and said, "I understand, but we lack a name!"

"Supporters of the Mexican government in exile!" The white people were clearly ready to face, 'Supporters of former President Carlos Salinas de Gortari.'

"The Cuauhcmote sitting in Mexico City is Victor's lackey and puppet. Victor is the murderer behind Salinas' death. We have already contacted his son, and he will be the one who speaks in public."

The CIA is a screwed up company, and it's well known that they sometimes don't even bother to hide it.

What the hell is this government in exile? Isn’t it just raising a flag?

He wanted face, but he did something bad by putting a pair of underwear on his head with a SpongeBob SquarePants picture on it.

"The Pentagon will send military advisers, and the staff department will fully serve you!"

"This operation is codenamed: Operation Goddess Valkree!"

……

Ever since the training bomb "accidentally" fell into the United States, Victor has clearly felt a lot of pressure!
The U.S. state of Arizona has entered a full-scale state of war.

And the governor closed the US-Mexico border and did not allow even a fly to rush over from the Mexican side, which directly further intensified the tension between the two sides!
Even many scholars in Mexico complained about Victor's outrageous behavior. Even the famous Nobel Prize winner Octavio Paz described him as "an ant trying to reach the sky and challenge the giant."

However, there are no rumors in Victor’s base army. Unlike the mustache guy, he holds absolute power!

At the grassroots level, some people are even ready to fight the Americans.

Mexicali Border Zone.

The people are scattered and the trees are withered.

All you can see are a few armed Northern Army soldiers patrolling back and forth. If it were in the past, there would definitely be a sea of ​​cars and people here, and the Americans in Arizona would have long since been unable to hold back and run to Mexico.

The drugs here are half the price of those over there.

but now…

Those who are not afraid of death all go to sneak across the border.

The observer standing above the border inspection station was yawning and rubbing his eyes a little sleepily. Suddenly, he noticed a black spot in the distance. He was startled and picked up the telescope on his chest to look over.

With just one glance, his expression changed instantly.

He ran over nervously, pulled the alarm, and shouted to his comrades below, "Hey, Gaint, the Americans are coming! The Americans are coming!"

The comrades below ran faster than dogs and hurried to notify them.

A captain who was smoking in the office of the border inspection station stood up suddenly when he heard the alarm, his eyes narrowed, he picked up the helmet on the table and put it on, then rushed out with an M3 submachine gun in his hand, and bumped into a soldier who came to report.

"Webmaster..."

"I heard it, weapons are loaded, calling for support from Mexicali!" said the stationmaster with a frown.

"Yes!" Gaint responded.

The stationmaster climbed to a high place and saw two M551 "Sheridan" light tanks rushing towards the border inspection station recklessly. The national flags on them could be seen clearly.

"MGM-51 anti-tank missiles ready!" the stationmaster said directly. The soldier next to him was startled. "Stationmaster, shouldn't we warn them first?" "Warn? What if they run away?"

"what?"

The stationmaster coughed twice and said, "If you see them crossing the border, shoot them. I want to see how tough the American tanks are!"

Even though there are less than 30 people in the entire border station now, he is not afraid.

The subordinates ran over and prepared the anti-tank gun.

I watched nervously as the tank slowly and slowly approached.

"Cross the line!" I don't know who shouted.

"Fire!" the captain shouted excitedly and waved his hand. The Northern Army behind him pulled the rope, and with a bang, the artillery shells rushed towards the target.

At this time, in the M551 in front.

The driver said to the conductor with some concern, "We can't go any further. We will be in Mexico ahead."

"Let's go! Mexico belongs to the United States. Can't we drive our own tanks?" The tank commander didn't know where he got the nerve from. He didn't even feel ashamed to say this.

The driver was thirsty. They were from the Arizona National Guard and he was a full-time auto mechanic...

The U.S. National Guard implements the traditional weekend training model of four times a month. Each member must use 4 weekends a year to participate in training, and must spend an additional 48 days training with active-duty troops, which is commonly known as the militia.

It’s just that this militia has “slightly” more firepower.

The Americans are quite tough.

The tank driver is now a soldier. Upon hearing the commander's order, he gritted his teeth and rode across the cordon with the tracks, knocking over the horizontal sign that read "In Mexican territory, do not cross!" and running over it.

"I said, hahaha, how could the Mexicans have the guts to..." The driver had a smug smile on his face, but suddenly there was a loud noise, and before he could finish his words, he felt the car body shake violently, and the next second... he lost consciousness.

When a fragile small tank like the M551 encounters an anti-tank gun, it is hit head-on at the weakest position of the turret, and its "head" is directly blown off!
It turned into a ball of flame!
When the other M551 saw this, it paused, then quickly retreated, and the tank gun fired back!
The shell was not accurate and hit a slope at the border station. Rocks rolling down from the slope knocked down the national flag.

"Fire! Fire!" The captain lowered his head and shouted with his hands raised.

The conflict between the United States and Mexico has reignited after 1848!
……

And Juarez at this time.

The command center has been moved here.

Small-scale battles are still going on in Juarez. After all, there are millions of people in this city, and many drug dealers have begun to hide. The urban annihilation war will continue for some time.

We can't blow them all up...

What about the millions of extra refugees?
Victor sat in the command post and wondered whether he should accumulate "points" so that he could "possess nuclear weapons" later.

But he only thought about this idea for a moment and then paused.

First, not enough points.

Second, the launch of nuclear weapons is relatively complicated. There are no bombers in the sky, no missile cruisers on the sea, not to mention launch silos. Given the current domestic situation, if you have them, they will be seized by someone tomorrow.

Third, if you possess nuclear weapons, you are not provoking the United States, but rather provoking the order that has been established after World War II!

You are not challenging him alone, you are challenging more than 200 countries in the world!

By then, Victor will become the first man to enjoy "Wuchang Rice".

So, to sum up, fighting with the United States is not as comfortable as using missiles.

At such a close distance, throwing a grenade can kill several rednecks.

The United States doesn't dare to risk its life.

Will the wealthy in his country allow the war to happen on their own soil?

In order to prevent sabotage by the Americans, in addition to the missile brigade in public, they will secretly set up a convoy to wander around the Northern Army's territory, ready to launch at any time when the order is given!

It made the Americans tremble with fear!
Just as Victor was lost in thought, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps. Captain Jason ran in anxiously with a serious expression. He didn't pay attention when passing the stairs and almost fell.

"What's the hurry? The Americans are calling?!"

Jason Bourne shook his head. "The Americans didn't attack us. We killed them first. An armed conflict broke out at the Mexicali border station. We blew up two of the enemy's light tanks and killed eight American soldiers who broke into the border!"

"A regiment of the Arizona National Guard is approaching the border, demanding that we hand over the murderer!"

"Let's do it."

Victor frowned, "What's there to be afraid of? If he mobilizes troops, we will mobilize troops too. We will transfer the artillery regiment from Mexicali. If they get in, we will bomb them! I want to see who is the scared one."

This is when you have to toughen up.

"Mr. Governor, Mr. Richard Bruce Cheney at the Pentagon wants to speak to you." Secretary Miss Krista Schroeder trotted over with the phone and handed it over.

Victor frowned and looked at her feet. "Please don't wear high heels on the front line, ma'am. My command post is not a catwalk."

Krista Schroeder looked down at the five-centimeter sole of her shoe. Although she didn't know why the Governor was angry, she nodded obediently.

He took the phone without saying anything, and the person on the other end didn't speak either.

It’s like... two little kids, whoever speaks first is the idiot.

Many people may not have heard of the name Richard Bruce Cheney, but he was the Secretary of Defense in the George H.W. Bush administration.

Finally, the other party couldn't help it, "Victor, what do you mean by openly killing American soldiers! This behavior is a declaration of war!"

Victor smiled at this and squinted his eyes, "Mr. Cheney, do you want to be hit by a missile?"

The defense minister on the other end was immediately furious, "You should know what you are doing!"

"You also need to know what bullshit you are talking about. American soldiers broke into Mexico and crossed the border. Do you think this is your backyard and you can come and go as you please? Cheney! I tell you, if your regiment dares to come over, I will eat them and leave thousands of widows in the United States. Fuck, Secretary of Defense? I specialize in fighting Secretary of Defense in North America!" Victor hung up the phone and threw the phone to Krista Schroeder next to him. The secretary was stunned.

Are they just arguing right away?

Do you want to be so straightforward?
Victor looked calm.

No matter how much they quarrel, both sides are just testing each other's bottom line and want to see what kind of person the other party is.

"A stuffy old man trying to save face!"

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(End of this chapter)