Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 331 HYDRA!!!

Wilhelm Guderian was wearing a helmet, smoking a cigarette, and riding in a Hummer into the city!

As the head of the Fifth Regiment, he will be responsible for stabilizing the area, building an airport and protecting the railway, as well as protecting the mines here and putting them into production.

This is the third largest iron ore mine in Mexico, which is of great strategic significance and Victor needs them.

On both sides of the street, there were people who looked cramped, nervous, and distraught. Some even had hatred hidden in their eyes. They held bouquets of flowers in their hands and shouted welcome words numbly.

And behind them...

Collapsed buildings, bodies buried underneath, dried blood...

It was like the work that was later mocked by the famous director David Fincher.

Wilhelm Guderian frowned and said to his adjutant, "If we don't start a war, in five, ten, or twenty years, the people here will completely regard us as invaders!"

"It's like... East and West Germany."

The Berlin Wall only broke down the inner barriers, but in terms of system and life, they were different from each other. It was not until more than 20 years later that East Germany slowly integrated into the Berlin Wall.

"Drag out 200 drug dealers, chop off their heads, and hang them on every major street."

"understand!"

Wilhelm Guderian took a puff of his cigarette and looked around with a sinister gaze. Everyone who was stared at by him felt a chill run down their spine.

"There are reporters in front, Captain. They want to interview you."

"Let them come over."

The driver drove the Hummer to the side so as not to block the army's movement. The guards beside him pushed away the civilians who were leaning to the side, telling them not to get too close. If it were Victor, he might even pretend to do that with you.

But Wilhelm Guderian didn't think so.

"Hello, Colonel, congratulations on your capture of Torreón. What impact will this have on the overall deployment of the Northern Army?" asked the male reporter holding the microphone.

"We will maintain the high-pressure situation against drug dealers and rebels. Torreon is an important transportation hub in the Midwest. We are here..." When William Guderian was talking, suddenly an explosion was heard from the building next door!
"Be careful!" The guard next to him pushed him to the armored vehicle next to him.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." William Guderian patted the guard's shoulder, stuck his head out, and saw a thick smoke rushing out from the building next to him. A team of soldiers rushed in and gunfire rang out.

The people below were running around in panic, screaming and making chaos.

About four or five minutes later, the Northern Army came out dragging two people. One of them was covered in blood and obviously would not live long.

"Captain, there were five assassins. They were planning to drop a bomb, but it exploded due to an operational error. The other people were killed on the spot, and only these two are still alive." The lieutenant in charge saluted and said.

Wilhelm Guderian stood up, smoothed his clothes, walked over, and saw the injured person vomiting blood, and his eyeballs... were falling out?
Half of his face was rotten.

The other man looked at Wilhelm Guderian with a fierce look, "You are the tyrant's lackey! You will not have a good death. We, the Southern Army, will kill you! The freedom of drugs will eventually spread to the whole of Mexico!"

Drug freedom?

Wilhelm Guderian narrowed his eyes.

"I don't like his eyes."

The lieutenant suddenly had an idea, so he pulled out a dagger, grabbed the man's head, and, in front of the man's horrified gaze, fiercely stabbed it into the man's eye, twisted it hard, and with a scream, an eyeball was dug out.

The drug dealer rolled on the ground in pain, covering his eyes and howling.

"Captain, I can remove all the tissues from his head." The lieutenant said in a muffled voice.

Wilhelm Guderian admired his ruthlessness. "What's your name? Lieutenant."

The other man straightened his chest. "Av Eichmann!"

"Great boy, I now appoint you as the chairman of the Fifth Regiment's Post-War Committee in Torreon. Help me find the drug dealers hiding there."

"No problem, Captain!"

Wilhelm Guderian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the two drug dealers, "Hang them over there."

He turned around and was about to leave, but then he stopped and said to Af Eichmann, "Hang those bastards who were killed in the explosion on the street lamp as well. They interrupted my speech and should be shot even if they die."

Yes, Guderian, he holds a grudge like that.

It was because of his temper that Commander Sigmut List of the 1st Marine Division had him stationed in this place. Anyone who caused trouble would be killed!
The Northern Army's turtle punch immediately stunned the drug dealers.

in Ciudad de Juarez, Guerrero.

The drug traffickers placed their command post here, close to the coast, perhaps because they thought they could run away if they couldn't win.

In a heavily guarded school, people can be seen rushing in and out...

In a large room inside, there were sand tables and maps. A dozen people were pointing and talking on them, looking very professional.

Gustavo, who was wearing a long Romancas robe with a stand-up collar, had a beard and a tired look in his eyes. As the leader of the Zapatista National Theological Army, he was feeling quite tired recently.

His mistress and illegitimate child had died, which made him very worried, so he had to send the remaining relatives to the United States through the CIA, hoping that they would be granted asylum.

Yourself?

Will be on the front line in the fight against Victor!
He should not be called the leader of the Theological Army now. This is called "Fa" internally, and externally he should be the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army of Southern Mexico. It's just that he is a little at a loss now.

After all, he was just a priest, so he knew nothing about fighting.

I don't know anything about deploying troops or giving on-the-spot commands. I can't even say that I have the advantage. Bah, I'm useless.

"Mr. Gustavo, what do you think?" Just as he was lost in thought, a strong voice interrupted his thoughts and asked.

He shuddered, raised his head, looked at the white man opposite him with a confused look, and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I believe you, General Olson."

Jeffrey Olsen was also a little helpless.

He was affiliated with the US Army General Staff and had the rank of brigadier general. In order to support the anti-Victor alliance, the US military had to send some advisers, and he was one of them. He graduated from the Virginia Military Academy and had staff experience in many overseas operations, including the Panama raid.

Experience!

This is also one of the reasons why he was sent by the US military, but he is not the commander-in-chief yet. Above him is Defense Minister General Carl Vono, but it is said that he is still lying in the hospital and his life or death is unknown.

"Then let's follow this battle plan." Jeffrey Olsen said to the staff officer next to him, who nodded and hurried to issue combat orders. He glanced at Gustavo next to him, who had a sad look on his face again, as if... someone in his family had died.

Oh, it seems someone really died in the family.

"Don't worry, the Pentagon will give you the greatest help, and the aid weapons are on the way." Jeffrey Olsen comforted him, thinking that the other party was worried about the Northern Army. "Victor doesn't have enough soldiers. This is his shortcoming. You don't have to worry. When the battle line is extended, it will be time for us to counterattack."

"I believe in you, and I believe in America." Gustavo nodded vigorously and said with a forced smile, but he paused, "My wife will be safe in America, right?"

"Of course! With the protection of the CIA, there will be no problem." Jeffrey Olson said with a smile.

Gustavo felt a little relieved after hearing this and forced a smile.

Humph~
Hearing hurried footsteps, he saw his brother-in-law, also his confidant, running in with a box in his hand, "Brother-in-law..."

Gustavo didn't know why, but he always felt uneasy.

"What...what is this?"

His brother-in-law also had an ugly expression on his face, not knowing how to start the conversation, and he opened the box in silence. The American Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson took a look at it, his eyes suddenly widened, and he felt sick!
Ten fingers and two eyeballs lay inside!
It also said next to it: You, your son is gone—Victor!

"Ah!!!" Gustavo burst into tears. This was his only son, and now he's gone...

Who says foreigners don’t favor boys over girls?
Look at her...she's crying harder than anyone else!
His hands were shaking as he held the box, his eyes suddenly turned red, he turned his head sharply, looked at Jeffrey Olsen, grabbed him and pressed him down on the table!
The American military staff and drug dealers nearby were all stunned.

"Hey! What are you doing! What are you doing!" The American adviser shouted loudly, pointing at him, and Gustavo's brother-in-law also hurriedly pulled him.

This is dad, you can’t hit him!

Jeffrey Olson held out his hand to signal them not to come closer, and met Gustavo's eyes. "I... I'm sorry, too."

"Fuck! What's the use of saying sorry? I shouldn't have trusted you. The CIA has lost two directors. How can it protect others? Pah!"

"I hope you can be more careful with your words, Mr. Gustavo. You should understand what you want to say now. We will definitely investigate this matter, but if you continue to be so rude, you know the consequences."

Paramilitary Jeffrey Olson's face was also dark.

What nonsense! Who can be in a good mood when being pointed at and scolded? Saying that two CIA directors were killed, isn't this a slap in the face?
Others quickly grabbed Gustavo and comforted him.

Jeffrey Olsen took a deep breath, glanced at Gustavo who was sitting on the ground, and with a gloomy face, he took the satellite phone on the table and walked out. He dialed a number outside and the call was answered after two beeps.

He suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and said, "What happened?! Why was Gustavo's son killed? Those idiots of the CIA..."

"Stop complaining, Jeffrey, something happened..." The person on the other end of the phone interrupted him directly.

Jeffrey Olsen raised his eyebrows. "The Pentagon and the CIA headquarters in Langley were bombed last night. Three people were killed..."

Your home was robbed?

"Who did this?!"

"I don't know. The FBI and CIA are investigating. If they can't find anything, they will pass it on to Victor in Mexico. Most importantly, do you know who the three people who were killed in the explosion were? One was the senior vice president of Raytheon, one was the deputy director of the Pentagon, and the other was a direct descendant of the Kron family of the Texas consortium, and the son of the current patriarch!"

A word suddenly flashed in Jeffrey Olson's mind.

"Ansa Consortium - Military-Industrial Complex!"

So unlucky? Or was he just going to kill them?

Now it’s good, there’s going to be something interesting to watch!

"Do you have anything else to do? I'm very busy right now, fuck! God must have abandoned America, otherwise why would so many bad things happen!"

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson suddenly felt that his own affairs were not so important. "No...no."

"Then hang up!"

Listen to the busy tone on the phone.

Jeffrey Olsen held the phone and looked up. He seemed to see a huge whirlwind blowing wantonly across the North American continent!
The sun...

It was covered up in an instant.

...

"It seems that the KGB is still quite capable." Victor said with a smile as he listened to Augustin Przewczyr's report.

"They planted a bomb in a secretary's body, and then..."

"Those stinky guys don't know how to be gentle with women."

When we used them, we called them Davarishi, but now we call them stinky Russians!
The list that Augustin Przewczynski gave to the East German KGB included revenge against several military-industrial companies and several Ansar consortiums!

why?
They are the main force supporting drug dealers!
Sanctions?

Victor was not just talking. Physical destruction was the best means of sanctions, which included assassinating key personnel from Boeing, Raytheon, and Northrop, as well as the heads of several important departments!

Killing you with fear!
Do you prefer money or life?
"General, we have intercepted Spanish military intelligence. On February 2, the Prince of Asturias aircraft carrier fleet will sail into the Revillagigedo Islands. At the same time, the British Invincible aircraft carrier will visit Guatemala and conduct joint military exercises in the Pacific on March 9."

Augustin Przewczyr had a serious expression. "We also received news that southern drug traffickers and some Central American countries were invited to this military exercise. The reason for the exercise was to maintain regional balance and ensure free trade!"

"I think they are free drug dealers." Victor said disdainfully, "They don't even dare to say it directly! You call them back in plain text and tell them that if they dare to collude with drug dealers, we will kill them together! Don't make trouble for no reason."

A third-rate country and a second-rate country, both still looking for their past glory?
To put it bluntly, a light aircraft carrier is a strategic force projection ship. These two poor guys have no money but are still using a low-end configuration.

Europe is also suffering from the harm of drugs now, but it is impossible to ban this thing completely. Some parliamentarians even think that it is better to allow it to flow rather than ban it. It can be controlled through legal means and then taxed to help the economy.

This proposal is really exciting!
How many people take drugs in Europe?
More than 60 million!
Including some addictive drugs, some people cannot afford them and even have to go to the hospital to get prescription drugs because some of the ingredients in them are similar to the effects of drugs.

They dare not openly oppose drug prohibition because it is the general trend.

But they don't want this piece of cake to be strangled by Mexico, and coupled with historical hatred, the two are heavily mixed together, so they plan to give him a hint!

Everything is still for profit.

"Share the intelligence with the General Staff and have Horatio Herbert Kitchener lead people to come up with a plan. We need to think about how to fight and how to kill them."

"They are coming, and we as guests have to fight them. Use all your missiles!" Victor said as he looked at his points. It was still not enough, so he had to keep killing!

Killing heads rolling in!
Augustin Przewczyr nodded and said, "General, I find that our intelligence still has some flaws. I have an idea."

"explain."

"We should set up a new department. This department will not have direct contact with us. Its main task is to continuously set up new organizations around the world. They can be companies, religious sects, charities, etc. These organizations will penetrate into various countries and many important institutions, and the intelligence they have sorted out will be fed back to us and finally transferred to us by this department. We can save a lot of expenses because many people don't even know that they are working for the intelligence department."

What the hell!

How much intelligence and network does this require?

Sometimes, a sentence that many people say unconsciously is actually intelligence.

It can also create more benefits...

This should be the "MLM structure", right?
"I plan to call it HYDRA, the super villain organization from Marvel Comics!"

Hydra?!

Victor leaned back and looked at Augustin Przewczyr, "Are you still a comic book fan?"

The other party laughed and said, "I watched it when I got off work."

"Your idea is good, but do you have any recommendations?"

"I think Heinrich Luitpold from the Cleanup Department is pretty good, and there's also a captain named Reinhard Tristan Eugen who is pretty good. I think they can serve as the first leader of HYDRA!"

Victor thought about it, crossed his arms, and squinted his eyes. "Is it reliable?"

"Their loyalty is unquestionable!"

"Okay then, you take charge."

He said, leaning back, "I want to listen to the world!"

Augustin Przewczyr put his legs together and saluted, "Victory!"

...

Socorro Island.

hungry!
I’m so hungry!
The mixed army on the island (drug dealers + Spanish soldiers) is almost exhausted. Let’s put it this way, most of the survivors have started eating XXX!

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar was heard from the cave.

Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez struggled as he was held down by seven or eight officers. He stared with his eyes wide open, trembling, and staring at his adjutant Emilio Mora who was standing in front of him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I am a brigadier general, I am a Spanish noble!"

Rudy Fernandez didn't know where he got the strength from, he struggled hard, and there was crying in his tone. He didn't want to die, but he saw desire and bloodthirstiness in the eyes of the officers!

Emilio Mora swallowed his saliva, his eyes were also bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and unclear, "General...you...are so fragrant."

Yes, you smell so good!
Rudy Fernandez trembled all over and looked at them in horror.

"you…"

"Puff..." Before he could finish his words, an impatient officer stabbed him in the neck with a knife.

The blood spurted out.

Rudy Fernandez struggled twice and died!
Just as the adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath and was about to speak, hurried footsteps were heard outside and a soldier rushed in with a joyful tone, "Sir, sir, the Spanish supply ship is here."

Gah!
His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the general's body.

"Sir...this..." The other officers were a little at a loss.

They didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this time. Damn, you idiots in the navy, can't you drive faster? If you were five minutes faster, we wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure!
Emilio Mora turned his head with a gloomy look at the soldier who broke in. Everyone looked over there, and there seemed to be a cold light in their pupils.

The soldier turned and tried to run.

boom!
He was shot in the head and fell in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching.

Emilio Mora went up and picked up the bloody dagger, put it in the soldier's hand, and held his hand tightly, "Please, you die first."

The soldier's eyes widened into chicken eyes.

His head tilted and he died.

"Sir Rudy Fernandez, was assassinated!!!" Emilio Mora showed his skill of crying on the spot.

It just stunned the people around.

really…

They are not good people!
……

(End of this chapter)