Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 329 "Aphrodite" sacrifice!
Manfred von Richthofen was flying the F14, looked around, and gave a thumbs up to the other pilots. In order to deal with this thing, the air force base dispatched a lot of guys.

A total of 15 fighter jets took off at the same time. I don’t believe that they can’t take down a “lone” destroyer like you!

A dive and fired missiles at the USS Arleigh Burke!

The Americans were all scared!

But after all, they had received professional training, so they fired SM-2 anti-aircraft missiles at the F14, and anti-aircraft machine guns began to form a firepower network, bang bang bang...

The whole sky was filled with bullets flying everywhere.

All weapon systems activated!
Enter combat mode.

The F14 missile exploded in mid-air, and the violent shock wave shook the destroyer's glass three times.

"Deputy Captain, Deputy Captain! Captain Siegel Barros, he..." A sailor ran back to the command room in horror, with disbelief in his eyes.

"What's wrong!" The adjutant's heart trembled.

"Dead! The captain is dead!"

The head was spinning and I stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, the people next to me helped me up.

Why did you die at this time instead of earlier or later?

The deputy captain was about to speak when the ship shook and someone shouted, "The ship has been hit and is tilting!"

"Call for support! Call for support from home!"

At this time, the only thing we could do was to mobilize people. After hearing his order, a signalman immediately contacted home to report the situation.

“It’s flooded!!”

The deputy captain was a little at a loss for a moment.

At this time, at LS Molina Beach in Tamaulipas, Mexico, it is very popular among overseas tourists because of its proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, natural sea breeze and beautiful scenery.

the most important is…

There has been no war here, the Northern Army has not yet arrived, and the rebels composed of Southern drug dealers also know that drug trafficking alone cannot support such a large industry, so they have to open up other tracks.

For example, tourism, avocados nicknamed "green gold", and some overseas sponsorships, as long as they can make money, they will do everything, even collecting taxes!
The drug dealers in the south gradually transformed from scattered bands into a country within a country with the help of external forces!

The sudden attack stunned everyone on the beach.

"OMG!" An American opened his mouth, took off his sunglasses and looked at the scene in shock, while some people could not wait to take pictures with their cameras.

More than a dozen fighter jets surrounded the warship!
This kind of scene is quite rare.

"I got it! I got it!" A black man suddenly shouted, then hugged his head and stared with his eyes bigger than watermelons.

In the eyes of everyone.

The deck of the USS Arleigh Burke was hit by a missile, and the explosion tilted the hull. Under the horrified eyes, it began to sink!
Some sailors began to jump into the water in panic, but they didn't choose the right spot, and everything on the ship fell into the sea!

The most important thing is that when it sinks, a whirlpool will be formed, swallowing up the surrounding sailors and forming a huge vacuum zone.

Gollum~
On the beach, a bearded man with tattoos all over his body swallowed his saliva. He was holding a Sony camera in his hand. He saw from the lens that after the fighter jets dealt with the warships, they actually headed straight for the beach!

"They're coming! Run!"

Hundreds of tourists were running panicked on the beach, holding other people's wives, hugging other people's children, and not knowing where to go.

But how to outrun an airplane?
Boom~! !
Manfred von Richthofen was a man who loved to show off his skills. When he was flying at a low altitude, a sonic boom occurred. The huge wind and waves blew over some people around him, and even broke the bra straps of women.

"Captain, should we return?"

“Since we are here, let’s go give the drug dealers in Tamaulipas some New Year’s gifts!”

The combat aircraft group headed straight for Ciudad Victoria, the capital of Tamaulipas.

In fact, the previous bombing of Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army, took place here. At that time, Victor killed the other party's three mistresses in order to avenge Cuaucmote.

Now...

Something convenient.

But today happened to be Sunday, and the drug dealers in this area were on holiday. When they rushed back in a hurry, the military airport had been bombed, and the younger brother of Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army, was inspecting here and was killed on the spot!
This series of operations takes only a few hours.

Sure enough, as long as the planes do not encounter a complete air defense system on the battlefield, they can basically dominate the battlefield.

United States Washington.

George H.W. Bush was attending a dinner, an internal "meet-and-greet", with many people surrounding him and smiling.

He feels good about this despite being subject to much "controversy" recently.

At least internally, the Bush family still has enough reputation, so I can still serve for another term!
But his happiness did not last long, as senior secretary Bahash Johnson trotted over and whispered something in his ear.

Everyone around saw his face turn green.

"Sorry, I need to take care of something." Bush Sr. smiled stiffly and walked to the side, but he stumbled. Fortunately, Bahash Johnson supported him.

In the study on the second floor, there is a temporary meeting room.

There are already several trusted people sitting inside.

When he saw him coming in, Defense Minister Admiral Carl Vono jumped up with a look of bewilderment on his face, "The Mexicans have taken action! Our warship has sunk!"

"Fuck! That bastard Victor just can't stand us. Sir, give the order and start the war!"

George H.W. Bush was also furious, but he could not give the order to start a war. He glanced at Bahash Johnson next to him.

The latter understood immediately, stood up, and shook his head, "Mr. Defense Minister, it is very difficult for us to fight on two fronts."

"But he has jumped in our faces. If we don't teach him a lesson, the whole world will think we are soft persimmons!" Admiral Carl Vono is a hawk.

No, it should be said that all the US defense secretaries are hawks. Why was he able to move from Army Chief of Staff to Secretary of Defense after the "Black Hawk Down" incident? In addition to his relationship with George H.W. Bush.

Before he entered politics, he served as a senior executive at Boeing and Lockheed Martin, and was the spokesperson for the arms companies.

The military-industrial complex’s “senior workers” in the Pentagon.

How to make money without starting a war?

Isn’t it just fighting on two fronts?

Even if you go against the whole world, these arms dealers will do it as long as they can make money. As for whether the United States will be beaten up?
It's none of their business.

"What do you think, Turner?" Bush Sr. looked at the CIA director and asked.

"It's our agent who has gone up." Stanfield Turner said.

"You mean those drug dealers? They are not reliable at all!" the defense minister said hurriedly, but Turner glanced at him and the swearing in his mouth suddenly stopped. "Listen to me."

"We can send soldiers to join them."

? ? ? ? ?

Can you still do this?
"We can also sell more weapons to the Anti-Victor Alliance. Boeing has some obsolete aircraft and needs buyers. We can get kickbacks from them."

Old Bush coughed and said, "Let's not talk about these irrelevant things for now."

After all, we all have to save our face.

"What do you think?" He looked at the others.

Admiral Karl Vono of course agreed and quickly raised his hand.

Others raised their hands as well.

"You go to Mexico in person, meet with them, and discuss the details. Also, we can't help but express our opinions on this matter, so let's protest." Bush said this. I never thought that the Americans would have to protest one day.

"Don't worry, sir. I have found the traitor you asked me to investigate." said Stanfield Turner.

Quiet!

The office suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other. Even the sound of heartbeats could be heard clearly.

"Who!" Old Bush narrowed his eyes.

"Won't you tell me, Mr. Johnson?"

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Bahash Johnson. The man who was sitting quietly in the corner, raised his head with a strange look in his eyes when he heard the words of the CIA director.

"Where's the evidence?"

"17 Mickelson Street." Turner gave an address.

Bahash Johnson suddenly became quiet. That was the office of Mexico's Northern Intelligence Department in Washington. It seemed...

The CIA isn't all trash!
"Johnson...you!" Bush Sr. opened his eyes wide.

But the next second, my scalp went numb!

Then Bahash Johnson took out a Browning pistol from his arms and decisively shot old Bush, who fell to the ground!

The gun then turned to other people, shooting Defense Secretary General Carl Vono and CIA Director Turner, and finally, he put the gun into his own mouth.

"Humanity will be liberated!"

"Sins will eventually be judged!"

"The sky belongs to the blue! To all justice!"

"Wan Sheng!"

boom!
The bullet penetrated the mouth and got stuck on the clock behind it. The splashing blood dyed the seconds on it red, and as it swung, it covered the entire date.

The bodyguards who heard the gunshots below rushed up and were stunned when they saw the scene inside.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!!!"

The guests below saw a group of people rushing out of the study, each carrying someone, with blood dripping on the ground.

“OMG! OMG!!”

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

What happened in the study room?
"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, no one can leave today!" The head of the Secret Service came over with a grim expression.

Mommy's...

I'm going to be unemployed.

Is he going to be a male model?
He took a deep breath!
Hope not to die.

...

Tijuana Hospital, Mexico.

In the special ward on the top floor.

Victor was peeling an apple and handed it to Quaukumot who was lying on the bed. The other smiled and nodded, but it was a bit difficult for him to speak.

The doctor said it was a miracle that he survived.

Leg amputation...

Three fingers on the left hand were broken.

Basically, it's useless.

It is impossible for a disabled person to be the face of the country. This is an unspoken rule, and of course there is no exception, such as Sima Zhong in ancient times, and...Emperor Taisho in modern times.

They all have defective brains.

"Don't worry, this matter is not over yet. I will kill the entire family of whoever hurt you to avenge you." Victor's expression was calm, but his tone was murderous.

Tears flowed from the corners of Quauk-Motte's eyes, and he kept shouting "ah-ah", but no one knew what he was saying.

"Don't worry, get well soon. Our team still needs you. The drug dealers have not been completely defeated, and those who oppress us have not been completely expelled. You can't fall down."

Victor wiped his tears with tissues, smoothed the blanket for him, and said to Kwaukmot’s wife who was crying beside him, “Tatiana, don’t worry, I will ask the best doctor to take care of him.”

"Thanks…"

Victor touched the head of McClure next to him, and the latter's eyes were red. "Was this all done by drug dealers, sir?"

"There are worse people in this world than drug dealers. They don't want world peace. They are taking advantage of others and preaching war everywhere. They... treat us as the lowest of the low. Your father was injured in the struggle. He is a hero."

"Then...then I want to be a hero too. I want to join the army too!"

"McClure!" Tatiana called out.

"You don't have to be a soldier to be a hero. You can build the country. Sanitation workers, businessmen, workers, and farmers are all heroes."

“But I want to kill them myself!” McClure shouted, clenching his fists. The young man moved very fast and stared at Victor. “Santos is a lieutenant. I can’t be weaker than him. I can kill drug dealers!”

Victor looked at him. The other person had a stubborn look in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then glanced at Tatiana next to him and Quaukmot on the hospital bed, feeling a little reluctant.

Perhaps seeing his hesitation, Kwaukmot shouted in bed, patting the bed a little excitedly. Tatiana hurriedly stood up to comfort him, "I'll let him go, I'll let him go, don't get excited."

The woman wiped her tears, looked at her son, and then looked at Victor. "Let him go, sir."

"He is your only son..."

"No one is anyone's son in the war on drugs. Farmers' sons are at the forefront, so can the president's son. We are all the same. We love Mexico. He is my son, but he is also a child of Mexico." Tatiana looked at McClure and said, "Be a man. Do what you decide to do bravely. Don't back down. Any difficulty is a strong stumbling block."

Victor looked at this family and felt a little ashamed.

Cuauhcmote is the real "Mexican".

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and George Smiley from the Thirteen Guardians walked in with a serious expression, "Sir."

Victor nodded to Quaukumot and the others, then walked out first and stood in the corner. The corridor outside was filled with bodyguards with serious expressions, and even doctors and nurses were not allowed to approach.

"Aphrodite died..."

Victor's hand, which was about to take the cigarette, trembled and he frowned.

"The rest of us sent word that Aphrodite was found. Before she died, she shot and shot Bush and several other high-ranking officials, but we don't know whether she's dead or alive."

The CIA is still capable!
"Does Augustin Przewczyr know?"

George Smiley shook his head, his expression also serious.

Just like the Korean bosses cannot escape jail time, the American leaders are often shot, but they are killed by their own people. Doesn’t he look like Takagi Masao?
"Don't worry, let's wait until Augustin Przewczyr comes back." Victor took a deep breath, "Let's find a church and hold a funeral for Aphrodite. When the time comes, you will attend on my behalf."

This is all he can do now.

George Smiley also nodded solemnly.

Victor looked through the glass at the bustling streets in the distance. There were always people standing firm in the darkness amidst the hustle and bustle.

The cause of justice will never be exhausted!
"Wan Sheng!"

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(End of this chapter)