Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 309 Are You Here to Surrender?

The problems caused by "Black Hawk Down" are gradually magnifying!

This was the largest loss suffered by Americans in special operations since World War II.

The next day, Bush's party was questioned by the Blue Party, which expressed dissatisfaction with his role in the operation and demanded that he step down and give an explanation to the soldiers' families.

This triggered a counterattack from Bush Sr.'s supporters. The two sides almost came to blows in the parliament. Bush Sr., with a sullen face, left the venue under the protection of the CIA.

A black woman with wavy hair picked up her high-heeled shoes and threw them at Bush Sr., hitting him on the head with a bang. She shouted excitedly, "You murderer, you XXXX beep beep beep..."

In a country like the United States, the latter part has to be "mosaiced".

Bush Sr. covered his head. When the black man was about to take off one of his shoes, he was pinned to the ground by two Secret Service men. The other party was also a ruthless man. He bit the bodyguard's arm and strangled him. It was a one vs two situation.

Bush's face turned green after seeing this!
Some reporters who were not afraid of trouble even went to the streets to interview passers-by.

"Bush? He's an idiot! If I see him, I will cut off his brother with a pair of scissors!" An old man who was weeding threw the scissors in his hand and said viciously.

"I won't vote for him again. He's terrible." The woman holding the child shook her head, her disappointment evident in her tone.

George H.W. Bush, who had won the support of the people by overthrowing the Noriega government, now looked like a "poor guy".

Even many prominent foreign figures criticized his decision.

And in Mexico.

An extreme "anti-American" sentiment is brewing. From the cession of territory and payment of indemnities during the Mexican-American War in the 19th century to the monopoly of even drinking water in Mexico by American capital in modern times, 1100 of the more than 1000 funeral homes across the country are owned by American funeral tycoon Robert Waltley.

Death is also a luxury!
Not to mention the infrastructure.

The Mexican Governorate sent hundreds of speakers to rural areas, cities, docks and many entertainment venues.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

At the bar at the Ensenada Marina in Baja California.

A middle-aged man standing on the stage shouted passionately, "What are we to the Americans? We are walking farmers, we are blood banks, we are the lowest and most despicable scum at the bottom. They can act high and mighty with impunity. They proclaim their wealth but forget our suffering."

“How long have we been fighting for freedom and independence?”

"From the Age of Discovery? Or from the Mexican-American War?"

"For hundreds of years, we have sacrificed a lot for our homeland, but now those evil ghosts are seeing that we can get rid of drugs under the leadership of General Victor, and they are panicking. Why?"

"They are afraid of someone challenging their throne. They are afraid of people they once looked down upon standing in front of them and having an equal conversation. They... are afraid of our rise!"

"So! We must stand on the side of Governor Victor. He is our savior!"

The dock workers below looked at each other. A short-haired young man, about 18 years old, stood up suddenly with an excited look in his eyes. "Excuse me, how can we help the Governor?"

"Join the army, join the army, be a soldier of the Governor, and fight for the freedom of Mexico!" The speaker raised his fist.

At this time, Victor awarded medals to individuals and teams who performed outstandingly in the battle, and the entire process was broadcast live, showing no concern at all for what Americans were thinking.

Originally, some soldiers wanted to chop off the heads of the corpses, and some were planning to take the corpses for a ride in a pickup truck, but Victor stopped them. Why?
Because he is kind!

When he came down from the stage, Augustine Przewczyr, the head of the newly established Foreign Military Intelligence Department, came over and lowered his voice, "General, there is news from Aphrodite."

"The Americans set up a special negotiation team, headed by Donald Rumsfeld. Their goal is to bring back American soldiers. Their bottom line and floating standards are written on paper..."

Augustin Przewczyr passed the information over.

Victor's eyes lit up. Damn it! The Americans hadn't even come to negotiate yet and already their capital was known.

Victor became really curious and looked at Augustin Przewczyr, "Who is this "Aphrodite"?"

When the other party heard the boss's question, he showed hesitation on his face, but soon nodded and whispered something in Victor's ear.

"Him?" Victor raised his head suddenly, very surprised, "How did you squeeze that person in?"

"Ideals and beliefs, sir."

What you said is really mysterious!
Victor was startled, then smiled and said, "Yes, defeating capitalism is what everyone strives for!"

But he could not have imagined that "Aphrodite" was actually...

Bush Sr.'s executive secretary and national security adviser Bahash Johnson!
Fuck!
As expected…

Who in the world doesn’t understand… Wei Huang?

"It seems that we can get more from the Americans." The smile on Victor's lips was harder to suppress than an AK47.

...

Richard James Kerr was in a bad way.

The failure of this operation was due to the leak of intelligence.

There were very few people who knew about this operation, and they were all in high positions, and even a stomp of their feet would make the United States tremble. However, after his frantic search, he actually found some clues.

Just then, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up and it was the White House secretary who said that Bush Sr. wanted to see him.

"Fuck." Richard James Kerr rubbed his temple and looked a little embarrassed. He knew he was going to be scolded, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was the boss.
Go to the White House with your head held high.

When he walked into Bush Sr.'s office, the other person lowered his head. He called out to him softly, but the latter pretended not to hear.

Richard James Kerr felt a little uneasy and felt that the huge office was terribly depressing.

"Have you found the leak?" Finally, old Bush spoke, looking up at him.

Richard was about to shake his head, but when he saw the other person's narrowed eyes, his heart trembled. The person sitting up there was his "predecessor" and they had worked together in the CIA. Didn't he know who George H.W. Bush was?
Don't be fooled by his smiling face all day long, his hands are very dirty!

Moreover, as the director of the CIA, he knew many unknown secrets of Bush Sr., such as his love for men and his relationship with Jeff Gannon, a famous White House reporter, which went beyond friendship.

You can tell from the name that this person is a man.

Moreover, Bush Sr. was constantly creating influence for his family, for example, by placing his sons and various relatives in key positions.

To put it bluntly, in the United States, the Bush Sr. family is the biggest cancer in the country and the largest political family.

As a side note, the relationships in his family are very complicated, so complicated that they are also related to the creator of the "Flying Man". Within 24 hours after the collapse of the Twin Towers, 11 immediate relatives of the bearded man were directly sent out by the Bush family on connecting flights.

and so…

Who is supporting terrorist organizations?
Richard James Kerr couldn't let his leader see his incompetence, so he nodded quickly and said, "Found it."

"Who?"

"BAHASH JOHNSON!!"

Bush narrowed his eyes and said, "You should know what you are talking about, Richard."

But Bahash Johnson was his secretary, and was very "loved" and "concerned". He was the one who handled many inconvenient things.

"Is there any evidence?" Bush asked hesitantly.

Richard James Kerr, "He is neither greedy nor lustful, and he even drives a 70s Beetle, which is simply unimaginable." Bush Sr.'s expression is like this: =ヾ(≧O≦)〃!
He asked angrily, "Fuck! Does not being greedy for money and not being lustful make you a spy? When did America need to use this to judge a person? Can't we have honest officials in the United States?"

Richard James Kerr's mouth was half open.

Don’t you know what American officials are like?
What kind of stuff is in your house?
"This is ridiculous, this is ridiculous. Okay, you say he is a spy, I will call him to confront you." Bush Sr. picked up the phone and called his confidant.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

Bahash Johnson, a thin man wearing glasses and looking like a professor, walked in and said, "Sir, you are looking for me." As he spoke, he smiled and nodded at the CIA boss next to him.

It made Richard James Kerr a little uneasy.

"Richard said you are a spy, Johnson, are you?" Bush Sr. stared at him and spoke.

Bahash Johnson was startled, then frowned, then relaxed his brows and couldn't help laughing, "Sir, it's not April Fool's Day yet."

"Then how do you explain why the intelligence was leaked..." Richard asked loudly.

"Isn't this your responsibility? Sir, I am not the director of the CIA. Is the cost of being slandered so low? I am refuting you now and believe that you have leaked intelligence. Can you provide evidence to defend yourself? My family has lived in the United States for more than two hundred years. I love America deeply, even more than my life!"

Bahash Johnson also waved his fist in dissatisfaction, "Don't blame others for your incompetence. You are the director of the CIA, and a dog can bark better than you!"

This almost made the other party angry to death. This is a personal attack!

Richard James Kerr pointed at him, "You, you, you..."

"That's enough!" Bush slammed the table hard, and the two men shut up. He frowned and looked at Richard, "For this matter, we need evidence. If you don't have it, don't talk nonsense."

Bahash Johnson's expression softened slightly.

"I'll give you another month. If you still can't find someone, you can go back and retire."

"Sir..." Richard wanted to speak.

"Get out!" old Bush shouted, picked up something on the table and smashed it at the other party, scaring him away.

"You should go out and do something too, and don't take it to heart." He turned around and comforted Bahash Johnson.

The latter nodded obediently and "well-behavedly".

After walking out of the office, he turned the corner and looked at Richard James Kerr below, narrowing his eyes with a bit of coldness.

……

Kuwait. Frontline positions.

Fourth Camp of the Mexican Expeditionary Force.

The surrounding bunkers were reinforced, machine guns were loaded, and soldiers were in position, making it look like a war was about to begin.

And it does.

After the conflict between the United States and Mexico broke out, the 4th Battalion, which was carrying out missions overseas, suddenly became an embarrassing existence.

The front-line troops even wanted to lay down their weapons, but Rommel flatly refused. This almost caused a riot, and the relationship with the US military became strained.

The command post at this time was in a bungalow.

The "Big Three", Erich Manstein, the staff officer of the 4th Battalion and the commander of the 2nd Company, Rommel, the commander of the 4th Battalion, and the adjutant: Fedor von Bock are discussing.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. I found that we are about 6.6 kilometers away from the front-line command post. If we launch a sudden attack, there is a great possibility that we can capture Major General Sphintos Press." Manstein boldly stated his plan.

Rommel and Fedor von Bock's faces froze when they heard this.

"Have you thought about the consequences? Our battalion is going to go to war with hundreds of thousands of anti-Iran allies? No matter what, we will all die!" Fedor said with gritted teeth.

"But if we capture the major general, we can have a chance to negotiate. Otherwise, we will be trapped here and there is only one way to go. If all else fails, we can kidnap Major General Sventos Press and go to the Iraqis!"

"We are at war with Iraq."

"In the context of common interests, enemies can also be friends."

Neither of them could convince the other. One thought the other was a lunatic, and the other thought the other was a bit old-fashioned. In the end, both of them looked at Rommel.

The battalion commander's heart sank.

He is not the kind of person who will sit and wait for death, but he is also not a person who overestimates his own abilities. But this is why he is so conflicted.

Just when he was a little confused, a voice came from the door, "Report!"

"explain."

"There are a few Americans outside who want to see the battalion commander. The leader is a general."

Rommel and the other two looked at each other and smelled something different.

"Invite them in."

"Yes!"

Major General Sventos Press stood outside with a few staff officers with a gloomy face, and a man from the country followed him. In front of them stood Mexican soldiers, looking at them unfriendlyly.

"Our battalion commander lets you in." The person reporting ran over and looked at them and said.

"Why, he's not coming to greet me?" Major General Sventos Press frowned.

Who knew that the captain looked at him, took the submachine gun from the soldier next to him, pulled the bolt, and scared them all.

"Fuck you, if you want to go in, go in. If you don't want to go in, get out. Welcoming you? Who do you think you are?" The captain cursed loudly, not caring about his military rank at all.

He is an American major general, not a Mexican major general. What is he afraid of? Can he still shoot me?
Major General Sventos Press was stunned by the scolding.

Even the Americans next to them were shocked.

Are Mexicans... so tough?
Even less polite than the Soviets!

Like Victor, a bastard.

Although he was unhappy and his face twitched a few times, Major General Sphintos Press still walked into the camp.

The Mexican soldiers all looked at him unfriendly.

Someone even pulled the bolt of the gun provocatively.

Fuck, a barbarian who is not civilized at all and has no manners at all.

At the door of the command post, he met Rommel and others, but as soon as the other party opened their mouths, Major General Sphintos Press was almost so angry that he challenged him to a duel.

"Are you here to surrender?"

……

(End of this chapter)