Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 332 I love her like... a shark loves blood!

"Sir Rudy Fernandez, assassinated!!!"

When Captain Alfonso of the Spanish supply ship "Columbus" came down, he saw a group of officers crying, and the body of Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez was lying on the ground.

The other party was stunned, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurried over. He saw that the corpse looked extremely pale because all the blood had been drained.

"Who did it!" Alfonso looked at them and asked loudly.

"I don't know. We were in a meeting when a soldier suddenly broke in and stabbed him." Adjutant Emilio Mora took a deep breath, "It must be the Mexicans who did this. They bribed our people!"

???

Alfonso always felt that this statement was full of loopholes. If the Mexicans want to kill you, do they need to use spies?

MD!

Do you think too highly of yourselves?

Each of them looked like a beggar and had a foul smell on their bodies.

Alfonso felt that there must be something fishy going on!

An unknown secret happened on the island.

He glanced at his adjutant Emilio Mora with a gloomy look and nodded slowly, "I will report this matter."

The death of a noble is no small matter.

People’s identities are different.

"According to orders, the Spanish Foreign Legion will take over the defense of Socorro Island and San Benedicto Island, and command all army soldiers." Alfonso said, looking at the group of "beggars".

"? You mean, we can't go back and rest?" an officer asked with his eyes wide open.

“This is the decision of the superiors.”

"Fuck it! I want to go home, I want to go home!" The officer went crazy. What a joke! He didn't want to risk his life here anymore.

Mexican…

too frightening.

He roared and was about to run. The soldiers on the supply ship who were unloading supplies turned their heads and looked at him in surprise.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

A bloody hole appeared on the back of the officer's head. Emilio Mora's pupils shrank, and he saw a pistol in Alfonso's hand. "Deserter, die!"

The soldiers standing behind him pulled the bolts of their rifles and stared at the group of people with unfriendly expressions.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"We accept the order." Emilio Mora was silent for a moment, but finally took over. "However, we must not stay on the island. The Mexican air force is very strong. If they bomb us back and forth, we will suffer heavy losses!"

"It's the decision of the General Staff, you just have to execute it."

I almost cursed out loud, "Do those idiots in the General Staff know what war is? Those who can fight were cleared out after the end of Franco!"
Just don’t fucking act as an agent for “Jesus”. When the time comes, when you die, NMD, the Spanish priests will have to work overtime!

"Don't worry, the Mexican planes can't fly over here. Now everyone wants Victor to die. I don't believe that a heretic like him can escape trial!"

Although Alfonso was very sure.

But Emilio Mora always felt like he was farting.

I could only nod to show my agreement.

This group of "beggar soldiers" dug bunkers, trenches and bullet-proof holes in preparation for the next military operation.

The supply ship left.

The officer standing nearby opened his mouth and said, "Sir, we will die if we stay here!"

“Do you want to return to your country and be despised by others? We are soldiers, and soldiers must be prepared to sacrifice!” Emilio Mora said it simply, but who wants to die?
They don't know why they are here to fight!

"Come on, everyone, be alert and stop thinking about random things. Pass out the food so that the brothers can get enough rest. There will be a fierce battle ahead."

The colonel looked at the supply ship going away.

I looked at the sky again and wondered why the Mexican Air Force didn't come and bomb the ship as well?
...

boom!
A loud bang!
A section of the railway from Sonora to Jalisco was blown up.

The train blew the whistle and applied emergency brakes!
The conductor patted the driver's shoulder nervously and cursed him.

Those southern drug traffickers knew that they could not defeat the Northern Army on the front battlefield, so they broke up into small groups and sent small forces to attack outposts and railways, making many trains transporting supplies very passive.

"Hey~"

There was a sound of a tail being dragged, and a rocket flew in from somewhere, directly blowing up the middle carriage. Hundreds of figures rushed down with weapons in hand and exchanged fire with the guards!

Escorting this batch of supplies was a reinforced squad of about 20 people, equipped with Vulcan M61 aircraft machine guns, which fired at the area below. The firepower was so strong that they couldn't even raise their heads.

"Release the dogs! Release the dogs!"

A dog was running towards the train with its tongue hanging out. A bomb was tied to its body. Its body was very agile and it was dodging bullets by jumping left and right. When there was only four or five meters left, boom!
Rotten flesh and blood fell from the sky.

The shock wave from the C4 overturned the Vulcan cannon, and the soldier fell on the railroad tracks, rolling back and forth with a look of pain on his face.

The attackers seized the opportunity and rushed forward...

The fighting lasted for about twenty minutes. When the armed helicopter flew over after receiving the call for help, all it saw was raging fire and the bodies of the Northern Army soldiers casually thrown on the ground.

Bang!
Northern Army Staff.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener slammed the table hard, his face grim. "In the past half month, we have been attacked by 13 trains in total, the total length of the tracks bombed is over 29 kilometers, and the loss of supplies is over 700 million US dollars, an average of one train per day. Damn, are all drug dealers in the South rats? So hard to catch?"

There were many senior officers standing opposite him, and they kept their heads down when they were scolded.

"They come and go without a trace, we can't catch them at all..."

"Can't catch? Can't catch is an excuse?" Horatio Herbert Kitchener shouted loudly. Just as the curse came out of his mouth, he heard a voice outside, "Horatio, swearing is not a good habit."

Victor came in with a cigarette in his hand.

The chief of staff quickly stood up and shouted nervously, "General, I'm just angry..."

"Of course I understand your pressure. It's okay. There is always a way to solve it." Victor smiled, took a file from Augustin Przewczyr who was following behind him, and stuffed it into his arms. "There are still many dishonest people in our territory. They like to hang out with drug dealers and accept their gifts, but forget the barbarity of the Northern Army. According to the list here, slaughter them."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener opened the folder, and on it appeared dozens of village names!

His expression suddenly changed, "General, this... this will arouse public indignation."

"The southern drug guerrillas need footholds and supply points, and these are all there. After slaughtering them, we will move people from Sonora and Baja California Sur and give them the most fertile land and the best policies."

Victor said this lightly and even had time to take a puff of cigarette, but everyone present felt their hair stand on end. How...how did this make them seem like villains?
However, this is the most effective way.

The drug guerrillas have to eat, right? No village to help you, let's see how you do it. "No matter what age or gender!"

"Yes, General!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood at attention and accepted the order.

Victor smiled a little, "So, don't be angry. Any problem should be solved calmly. At worst, we can resort to violence. We are a violent organization. Drug control is not a dinner party."

"The drug dealers in the south are dishonest, and even other small countries are unfriendly. Libya even said at the United Nations that it hopes to send peacekeeping troops to Mexico. What kind of shit is on Gaddafi's head?"

"They all think we are weak and can be bullied. Help me think of a way to destroy the British and Spanish fleets and show them what courage means!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyes flashed. What kind of person is Gaddafi?
Never heard of it!

But the general required his subordinates to be loyal. His face sank and he nodded vigorously. "We have already made some preliminary plans. We think we cannot let the British and Spanish fleets join together. This will increase the difficulty. We should defeat them separately!"

Victor raised his eyebrows and listened to the other party continue.

"According to intelligence, the Spanish fleet will dock in Suriname. We can find a way to destroy it there!"

Surinam…

Victor looked at Augustin Przewczyr behind him, and the other nodded, "Someone."

Look, this is what an intelligence chief is!
Victor felt relieved and smiled at Horatio Herbert Kitchener, "I can do it for you."

chief of staff:????
Is there a power that I don't know about?
But he is still smart enough to know that there are some things he can say and some things he cannot say.

In fact, when Victor was still the director of Guadalupe Island, he knew the importance of intelligence departments and work behind enemy lines. He cast a wide net and sent many people to infiltrate North America, South America and Central America to establish armed organizations!
After more than a year of continuous expansion of investment.

Although they are not numerous, they are powerful enough and they will join hands with local anti-drug organizations to wage war against drug dealers.

One of them is the Colombian Black Panthers, which is currently active in the mountainous area of ​​southwestern Colombia. It has more than 1200 members and is regarded as "rebels" by the local government and anti-government armed forces. After all, drug prohibition has undermined their interests.

But these people always find some "big-caliber toys" in the woods, and often use the terrain to beat the opponent into a state of panic.

Suriname's armed forces are not large, just over 200 people, but if they can be used to their advantage, then that's really good.

These will also be one of the organizational structures of HYDRA.

We can't let Heinrich Luitpold be a "bachelor commander".

"Let's start with the weakest ones!" Victor said, setting the tone.

Spain, I'll knock your teeth out!

"Gentlemen, glory to Mexico, glory to victory, victorious!"

"loyalty!!"

A group of people in the staff department shouted loudly.

When Victor came out and was about to go to other departments, the secretary behind him trotted up, handed him the phone, and whispered, "Ms. Belsaria."

Victor was startled and took the phone, "Good afternoon, dear."

Belsaria on the other side had obviously been crying, and her tone was very wrong, "Victor, take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"??? What happened? Did anyone bully you?"

"My grandfather, that old antique, wants me to break up with you. He doesn't allow me to have anything to do with you anymore, and he wants me to date other rich and powerful children."

"And... there's a chance he could become defense minister again."

Victor's eyes narrowed immediately, "Isn't that great?"

"He's been trying to deal with you every day, and he even told my father that if he came to power, he would wage war against you."

The old man was fucked red warm? What are you going to do right away?

A storm began to run rampant in Victor's mind, but he kept comforting her and promised to get her out. Only then did Belsalia feel a little relieved and reluctantly hung up the phone.

slap~
Victor threw the phone back to his secretary, Augustin Przewczyr, "Did you hear all that?"

It's hard not to hear it, phones are louder nowadays.

"Do you think we can get Donald Rumsfeld to side with us?"

This sounds magical.

real…

But Augustin Przewczyr didn't even blink, and just said, "America is America, power is power, and the Rumsfeld family is the Rumsfeld family!"

"For those who have climbed to the top of the food chain, there is no mercy, and nothing is impossible. Enemies and friends, don't they just care about how much profit they make?"

"There is only one rule in this world, be the hunter, or be the prey. He must want to go further. If we can help him, then we are like-minded partners."

Victor finished the last puff of the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground. Even though he was in such a high position now, he still remained frugal and would never waste the last puff of a Camel that cost a few dollars.

He smiled.

"You know, I love Belsaria very much."

He paused, "Like a shark in love with blood!"

"Bring her out, and by the way, tell Donald Rumsfeld that the 40 million people in northern Mexico can be his backing. Isn't he in charge of the Immigration Bureau now? With just a flick of his finger, he can get hundreds of thousands or even millions of votes."

Augustin Przewczyr nodded.

The bodyguard drove the car over, and the secretary hurriedly opened the door. Just as he was about to get in, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you feel that I am playing with a woman's feelings sometimes?"

The intelligence chief didn't expect the boss to ask this, and was a little confused.

"As political creatures, we only need to move our lower bodies. Don't think about falling in love. It's cheap and a waste of time. A man's mission should be to conquer the sea and the land."

"Politics requires sacrifice, of course, the sacrifice of others."

Victor said as the window rolled up.

Augustin Przewczyn bent down and picked up the general's cigarette butt. His subordinate brought a vacuum bag and threw it in.

See? This is called professionalism!

"Do you have love, Kaspersky?"

The subordinate being asked was startled, his eyes a little confused, and nodded, "Of course, but she doesn't like me. Her family is a bit poor, with a gambling father, a sick mother, and a young brother. She is sensible, and she doesn't want to drag me down."

"She's in Red Rose, number 812!"

"???"

……

(End of this chapter)