Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 307 Beheading Victor!
1400 Defense Pentagon, Arlington County, Washington, D.C.
From the sky, the thing that looks like a piece of feces is the famous Pentagon.

At the door, a group of college students were protesting with flags!

"Pentagon stop the war!"

“Mexico is not the enemy!”

"You're a bunch of dirty murderers aiding the drug dealers!"

The security guards at the door did nothing but watch from the side with weapons in hand. As long as you don't rush in, you can do whatever you want.

During the Vietnam War, people came to protest every day and even burned the American flag outside.

It's much more intense than this.

In the office building, Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney opened the curtains a little and looked at the anti-war activists outside. He frowned, his eyes flashing with disgust, and waved the curtains vigorously. His tone was full of dissatisfaction, "They are just bored and have nothing better to do. They should be sent to grow potatoes!"

There are three other people in the office besides him.

Mr. Rumsfeld, former Secretary of Defense, special envoy to Mexico, and good friend of Cheney.

U.S. Army Chief of Staff Gen. Carl Vono.

Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff: LeBron Andre.

To put it bluntly, the "Operation Justice" against Panama in 1989 was discussed among these few people.

"We need to give an explanation to the National Guard soldiers who died in action. There is serious dissatisfaction within Arizona." Cheney set the tone directly.

This is what everyone agrees with.

You little bastard, the Americans have never suffered such a big loss!

Have you ever seen anyone who offended the United States and got anything good done?

Those who should be overthrown should be overthrown, and those who should be suppressed should be suppressed, which will make you understand what it means to be the boss of North America.

Especially in the back garden, no matter who comes, it’s useless. Do you, Mexico, still want to dance like that?
"Arm and send troops!" General Carl Vonow, Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, is a true warmongerer.

"How many people will be sent? There's still a war going on in Iraq. A regiment? A division? Or 100,000 people? Victor is not Noriega. I have seen their armed forces. To be frank, it is difficult to defeat them. His soldiers are well-trained..." Rumsfeld said cautiously.

"But no one can survive after shitting on the United States. The whole world is watching us!" Admiral Karl Vono looked at the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff next to him, "Andre, what do you think?"

"We need to control the war within a certain range. Moreover, the most important goal is to deal with Victor. We can put pressure on the border, and then send special forces to infiltrate and behead Victor."

Admiral Karl Vono approved the plan, which was to kill Victor.

He looked at Defense Secretary Cheney and said, "I agree."

Richard Bruce Cheney glanced at his old friend Rumsfeld and saw that he had no objection, so he thought for a moment and nodded, "I agree. Now we need the President's signature. During this time, Andre, your staff needs to make a plan..."

"Victor is not a man of wood. He will definitely hide somewhere, especially during this special period."

"Anything can be destroyed from within. Isn't that what we are best at?" Richard Bruce Cheney pushed his glasses up and smiled meaningfully.

"Mr. Rumsfeld, I heard that your granddaughter and Victor..." Admiral Carl Vono hadn't finished speaking when he saw Rumsfeld suddenly stand up and frown. "This is simply a rumor. Belsaria can't be with that Mexican. Please be careful with your words, General."

After all, he was a defense minister. When he frowned, Carl Wono laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, that's it, let's go back and prepare." Cheney said.

Several people left the office. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vono watched Rumsfeld walk away without looking back, and said to LeBron Andre next to him in dissatisfaction, "He is still so proud."

"Don't mess with him, his prestige in the army is beyond your reach."

Carl Vono's face turned green.

Do you have to be so direct?
When Rumsfeld drove home, his wife Joyce came up to him as soon as he got out of the car, smiling, "You're back."

"Ah."

"Dinner is ready and the kids are home."

"Where's Belsaria?"

"You're back too. Today is your birthday."

Rumsfeld nodded and walked into the house. He used to be the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, so he was rich and lived in a big villa.

As soon as he walked in, his two grandsons who were playing at the door rushed over to him. He squatted down and kissed the two little guys.

"Hi, Dad." The son came out.

Rumsfeld nodded with a stern face, and saw his family sitting at the dining table with a cake on it.

And granddaughter Belsaria was putting candles on him, clapping her hands and saying with a smile, "Happy birthday, Grandpa."

He doted on his granddaughter and smiled, but then he frowned as if he had thought of something, "I have something to ask you, come with me to the study."

After saying that, he walked in with a serious look on his face. Belsaria looked at her father in confusion and followed him in confusion.

"Dad looks unhappy today?" the eldest son Nick asked his mother Joyce who came in.

The latter spread out his hands, with the same confusion.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke out in the study.

"Victor is my boyfriend, now and forever!"

"I won't allow it!" Rumsfeld shouted at the top of his lungs.

Nick looked at his mother and hurried over, only to see the door open. Belsalia ran out with tears on her face, picked up her bag on the sofa and ran out.

Her grandmother called out to her from behind, but she didn't even look back and just drove away.

"What's going on?" Joyce asked anxiously.

"Watch your daughter, Nick. Her boyfriend can be an American or even a black man, but he must not be a Mexican!" Rumsfeld pointed at his son and cursed.

With a dark face, he walked upstairs.

This birthday also ended in a unhappy way.

Nick and his mother looked at each other, feeling helpless.

...

Tijuana.

Casare returned home with a tired look on his face. As the chief of internal affairs of the Northern Army, he was under tremendous pressure recently.

We need to coordinate the supplies of the troops and stabilize the general's rear internally.

He only sleeps three hours a day, and he hasn't eaten for 13 hours.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a fragrance and thought it was the nanny, but when he went in, he saw his mother, Camilla Sodi, making soup. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and saw him smiling, "You're back? Felixna, go get your brother's bag."

The little sister who was doing her homework responded and trotted over.

Casare was stunned, his mouth half open, because of his mother's boyfriend, Noriyasu Kashima, who ignored him completely.

Every day when I come back, I look like a stranger. Today...

It made him a little helpless.

"Come, try the soup I made for you. It was your favorite when you were a child." Camilla Sodi said with a smile and a wave of her hand.

Casare touched his sister's head, walked over, and looked at the soup mixed with corn and ham, feeling complicated.

When he was a child, his family was poor and it was not easy for his mother to feed them. She often went to the vegetable market to pick up some vegetable leaves and make a pot. Later, when he became rich, he could no longer taste this.

"Drink quickly," Camilla Sodi urged.

Casare smiled, picked it up and took a sip, "It tastes good..."

He has tried everything now, but the taste of the food made by his mother is different.

Camilla Sodi was very happy, "Wait, there are other dishes."

Casare nodded vigorously. This was a easing of the tension between mother and son, and he was also a little nervous.

"Brother~" Little sister Felixna came over and pulled him.

"what happened?"

The little girl took out a Barbie doll and showed off, "Is it pretty? My aunt came to her house today and bought it for me as a gift."

Casare nodded, "It's beautiful, as beautiful as my sister."

"Aunt and the others are here for something?"

"I don't know. My aunt brought a strange man I didn't know. They talked in the room for a long time. I was downstairs and didn't hear it." Felixna shook her head and said casually.

But when Casare heard this, he was stunned, his throat swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't help frowning.

Strange man?

"Here it is, chicken, corn, red and white soup." Camilla Sodi brought the dish over and placed it on the table.

"Mom." Casare suddenly shouted.

"what happened?"

"What is Auntie doing here today?"

When he asked the question, his eyes were fixed on Camilla Sodi.

The other person's expression was obviously a little unnatural, and his face was stiff. "She...she just came to ask me to borrow some money."

Casare shook his head in disappointment, "Mom, when you lie, your hands will be clenched together nervously."

Snapped! !

He slammed the table and stood up angrily, "Tell me, what is she doing here?!"

Camilla Sodi was a little scared when she saw her son becoming more and more powerful. She looked at his eyes and said, "Your aunt... brought a businessman here, hoping to meet you. He offered 60 US dollars. I..."

What a great honor!

60 million!
"There must be something else, Mom. My patience is limited." Casare said gloomily, "He is not an ordinary businessman."

Camilla Sodi didn't expect her son to be so alert. She nodded slightly bitterly. "He said he works for the US government and he hopes you can help them. If you tell them a problem, they will give you $20, directly into your card."

Seeing her son's grim face, she quickly continued.

"Casare, they also said that if you agree, they will make you the Governor of Northern Mexico to replace Victor."

"They will also get your brothers and sisters accepted by Harvard and Yale."

"And... and..."

"Enough!" Casare pushed the food on the table to the ground and pointed at Camilla Sodi angrily, "Do you know what you are doing? You are betraying Mexico! You are betraying your country! You are betraying Victor!!"

"No! I didn't! Casare, they just want you to help overthrow Victor. He has offended the Americans. He can't survive. You have to think about yourself and your brothers and sisters..." Camilla Sodi said loudly.

"Shut up!"

Casare ran to the sofa in a rage, took out a gun from his briefcase, pointed it at the other party, his face flushed.

"We are where we are now thanks to the boss. You want me to betray him? Has your conscience been eaten by the Americans?!" With the gun pointed at her, Camilla Sodi's hair stood on end and her pupils shrank. "I'm your mother, Casare. I won't lie to you."

boom!
There was a gunshot.

Camilla Sodi's pupils condensed and she sat down on the ground. A black bullet hole appeared on the wall behind her.

Little sister Felixna was crying loudly while holding her Barbie doll.

The guards rushed in upon hearing the gunshots.

This is the residence of high-ranking members of the Northern Army, so of course there are guards. When they came in and saw Casare holding weapons, they all looked at each other in surprise.

"Sir, calm down." The leading officer said hurriedly.

"Lock her up, and don't let anyone near him without my order."

The officer in charge was stunned. The son imprisoned his mother?

"I'm your mother, Casare! How can you be so cruel?" Camilla Sodi shouted.

Casare pursed his lips, turned around and left resolutely. Listening to the howling behind him, he felt very painful in his heart.

He ran into the study and picked up the phone. His hands were shaking. There was sadness in his eyes and his cheeks were swollen from biting his teeth.

But in the end, the call was made.

"Hey, Boss, I have something to report to you."

...

Victor listened to Casare's narration and said calmly, "I understand."

"General..."

Just as he was about to hang up, Casare shouted hoarsely.

"I demand the death penalty for Camilla Sodi!"

Victor was silent for a moment. "That's not necessary, Casare. You are my brother, and Camilla Sodi is also my mother. Our mother made some mistakes, which are tolerable. Spend more time with your mother."

"Boss..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Casare. When spring comes, we brothers will have a drink together," Victor said gently.

After hanging up the phone, Casare could no longer control himself. He raised his head and tears rolled down his eyes. He walked out of the study with the gun in his hand, and heard Camilla Sodi's heart-wrenching roar in the bedroom!

"Let me out! Let me out!!!"

Casare looked at the guard, pushed open the door, and saw his mother with disheveled hair. When she saw her son, she took a step back, then rushed over, "I was wrong, Mom was wrong, Casare, forgive me this time, let me go, let me go."

"Mom, you told me since I was little that I would be punished for doing something wrong."

Camilla Sodi's pupils narrowed.

"You'll live in the Tijuana Mental Hospital for the rest of your life. Don't come out. You have to give me an explanation for your aunt."

After saying this, Casare pushed her away and left without looking back.

"Casare Gonzalez!! You bastard who deserves to be struck by lightning, you are a bastard!!" Camilla Sodi's voice behind him was very sharp, like that of a madman.

"Thank you for your hard work." Casare said to the guards.

The leading officer nodded and winked, and two soldiers covered Camilla Sodi's mouth and carried her downstairs.

No matter how the latter struggled, how could he possibly match the strength of several young men?
snap…

Casare lit a cigarette for himself and said to himself, "Aunt... 37 years old, well... that's a long life."

Victor in the command post frowned, but then relaxed and said to Jason Bourne, "Casare, my brother."

The intelligence chief was also a little silent.

I have to say, Casare is too loyal to Victor!

"It looks like the Americans are planning to kill me. What do we say in the eyes of the United States?"

Just as Jason Bourne was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Then he saw Augustine Przewczyr, the deputy director of the intelligence department, come in with an express letter in his hand and handed it to Victor, "There is news from Aphrodite."

Victor's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Aphrodite" is a code name, one of the twelve main gods in ancient Greece, and also an important person in the "Nail Intelligence Plan" of the Governor's Office of the North of Mexico.

No one knows whether it is a boy or a girl.

Only Augustin Przewczyl, the deputy head of the intelligence department responsible for foreign intelligence, knew about it, and not even Victor knew about it.

The fewer people know, the safer she (he) will be.

The Americans can put spies into Victor, and Victor can do the same.

It all depends on who is better at counterintelligence work.

He took the bulletin, which read: "On November 1990, 11, at 11 a.m., the special forces decapitation, 2th Ranger Regiment 75rd Battalion B Company (Paratroopers), 160st Special Operations Detachment C Squadron (Delta Force), 212th Special Operations Aviation Regiment 24st Battalion (Nighthawk Force), and SEAL Team (SEAL Team ) a total of about soldiers carried out the operation, and the th Special Tactics Squadron (Air Force Special Forces) and Intelligence Support Activity (ISA) provided support."

"US troops will initiate conflict at Mexicali border station to support Special Forces!"

"This operation is codenamed: Operation Gothic Snake!"

When Victor saw the code name, he raised his eyebrows because it was the same name as one of his previous operations.

"It seems that you have done a great job in intelligence work." He looked up and said to Deputy Minister Augustin Przewczyr.

The Americans' pants have been pulled off!
With such private information, "Aphrodite" must be holding the most core position. Victor was very curious, but he knew that curiosity would kill the cat.

"I plan to set up a foreign military intelligence department. You will be in charge of it, and you will be promoted to major general."

"Loyalty!" Augustin Przewuchir said with a little excitement in his tone.

Victor folded up the intelligence and said, "It seems that I need to let the Americans determine my location, report my whereabouts, and trick these warriors into coming. I need to have my knife ready."

"Yes, General!"

Victor squinted.

The game begins.

Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney certainly didn't know that the internal plan had been leaked long ago. He was now running around naked, taking the plan to find Bush for his signature.

The other party took a look at it and then signed quickly.

With the president taking the blame, efficiency can be very fast.

1990 am on November 11, 11!
The 128th Regiment of the Arizona National Guard launched an artillery attack on the Mexicali border station!
Bang bang bang…

The entire border station was shaken by the explosion.

The 223rd Mexicali Regiment stationed here was ordered to counterattack!
Puff puff……

Santos spat out the sand in his mouth and shook his head. It was all dirt.

"The American bastards are coming, get in position, get in position!" a commander outside shouted nervously.

He bent over and crawled out of the makeshift hole. Outside, there were crowds of people squatting in the grass, taking advantage of the night.

Who from the 223rd Regiment would be at the border station?

Isn't that a beating?

A group was scattered in the woods on the hillsides on both sides, forming a horn.

Santos and Fa Chu rushed to the high point carrying the M134 rapid-fire machine gun. The full name of this gun should be: Gatling Minigun Green, Vulcan Terminator, Gate!
The two men were wearing night vision goggles and could clearly see that personnel and vehicles were advancing towards the border station under the cover of artillery.

"Fire! Santos!" the order came from the headset.

He glanced at Campost, who made an OK gesture, half-crouched, gripped the handle, and fired at the convoy!
The night is deep...

The M134 rapid-fire machine gun swept out with the smell of "Hellfire", creating the effect of a laser, flying over the heads of the comrades below.

Ta-da! ...

The gunshots sounded like diarrhea.

6-barrel aircraft machine gun for ground control...

I have to say that Victor really armed his troops to the teeth.

An armed Humvee in the front was blown up on the spot, and the bullets pressed the ground so hard that the American soldiers could not raise their heads.

A few of them were unable to dodge and were beaten into pieces, with blood mist in the air.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" The commander hiding behind the M1A1 tank shouted with the communicator, patting the tank's butt, "Destroy the firing point, kill him, Hausen."

The commander heard the order from the headset and asked the gunner to turn the muzzle of the gun.

"Not enough angle!"

"The angle is not enough!!"

Beep beep beep!

A rapid alarm sounded inside the M1A1. The driver's face tensed and he glanced at the radar. "Rocket!"

Bang~!

The body of the tank shook violently, the commander lost his seat and crashed into the side, the driver's foot was stuck on the accelerator and he had fainted. The tank was lucky and was not blown away, but the infantry were not in a good situation. The out-of-control tank crushed the crowd recklessly, knocking down many American soldiers, and finally crashed into the mountain amid screams, with thick smoke rising.

In an instant, the US military suffered heavy losses.

The U.S. National Guard VS the Mexican National Guard, it looks like the battle is going to be fierce.

And just after the "Mexicali Border War" broke out, attracting the attention of both sides.

In the dark night.

Eight UH-8 utility helicopters and three AH-60 Apache attack helicopters took off from El Paso Army Base, Texas.

Here are American soldiers who are carrying out decapitation missions.

"Gentlemen, our mission is to kill the Mexican tyrant Victor. You already know the battle plan. God is with us, Amen!" shouted Lieutenant Colonel Tom Mathis, the front-line commander.

He has some gray hair now, and after doing this job, he will move to the second line.

"Amen!" The comrades next to him also responded.

buzz~
The propellers of the attack helicopters ruffled the surface of the Bravo River on the U.S.-Mexico border.

Flying low towards the destination.

The "11.11 conflict" officially began.

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(End of this chapter)