Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 335 Please bring your force and pronounce judgment on my crime!
On February 2, the fourth day after the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed!

In order to rub salt into the Spanish wounds, the Governor's Palace in northern Mexico held a press conference and played video footage of the attack on the port to hundreds of reporters.

Even though Victor has been sanctioned by the Americans, can those reporters who have smelled something give up the benefits they have obtained?

They couldn't wait for Victor to move into the White House tomorrow.

Then sales will be higher.

In the video footage, one can clearly see a team of armed men rushing into the port and launching an attack on the docked Prince of Asturias!
Beat the opponent to pieces!
Then retreat in an orderly manner.

The whole process takes no more than ten minutes!

The only sound at the press conference was the shutter sounds of reporters' cameras. Their eyes were shining and their breathing was a little excited.

Propaganda Minister Goebbels turned off the screen with a remote control and smiled at the reporters below, "What you are seeing is the first-hand footage of the attack. Feel free to ask any questions you have."

The reporters below raised their hands one by one.

"Please let that lady come first."

The female reporter who was called out had big breasts. Really big breasts. When she stood up, her breasts were still shaking. "Hello, sir. I'm a reporter from Le Monde. My question is, don't you think this behavior has some terrorist connotations?"

Goebbels remained calm and smiled, "Then please let the King of Spain come to protest to us. Oh, and I hope he can bring his Invincible Fleet with him when he comes. If we don't suppress them by force, we will publicize his shameful act of smuggling!"

"Only the victor has the right to name others. Please call Spain pirates in front of us in the future. Also, we hereby declare that we are willing to support the independence movement in Catalonia. We also welcome local leaders to come to Mexico to discuss policies. We are willing to donate a batch of guns and bombs free of charge, and share intelligence to help them implement true justice!"

This news was spoken openly!
Other people do things in a very secretive way. How could they just flip the table like Victor?
Even if the CIA conducts activities overseas, it does so covertly.

MD!

Victor is a lunatic!

"In addition, we will carry out retaliatory activities against the following individuals..." Goebbels moved aside half a body, revealing the densely packed names on the display screen behind him.

Some people also discovered many familiar names on it.

such as…

Juan Carlos...

"Sir, what do you mean by retaliatory action?!" a reporter couldn't help but ask loudly.

Goebbels smiled and said, "If anything happens to these people in the future, we, the Northern Mexican Alliance, are willing to take full responsibility!"

Wow!
Isn't that an assassination?
After he finished speaking, he left under the protection of his bodyguards.

The reporters who wanted to rush forward were stopped.

"Quick! Take a picture of that name!" Experienced reporters began to take pictures of the names with cameras in case something unexpected happened to these people.

That’s really something to watch!

The public opinion news released by Goebbels was brewing a storm here.

And Victor over there is enjoying a rare holiday.

On a beach in Tijuana, dozens of capable bodyguards surrounded them, looking around with sharp eyes. There were snipers on the commanding heights of the houses, and several armored vehicles were parked not far away.

Under a parasol.

Victor was lying on a chair, with a scantily clad woman standing on his back, stepping on his back hard, but her expression was tense every time she stepped on it.

"General, we're done." She said softly after she came down.

Victor responded, twisted his neck to sit up, swung his arms left and right, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."

The masseur shook his head excitedly, but didn't know how to start. Lying on the chair next to him were the intelligence celebrity Augustin Przewski, Colonel Zolf Sherman, head of the Air Police Force, and Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Ludendorff from the Navy and the General Staff.

They were all pulled here for “team building”.

"Are you comfortable?" Victor asked with a smile.

"I nearly broke it," said Horatio Herbert Kitchener with a wry smile.

"You have to learn to relax yourself properly."

Victor stretched out his hand, and the secretary next to him handed him the cigar, lit it, took a puff, and blew it out through his nostrils. With a wave of his hand, the masseurs and secretaries left, leaving the place for the big guys.

"Spain's ocean-going warships are useless, the aircraft carrier is overturned, and several tons of scrap metal were provided to Suriname. The other frigates have also suffered heavy losses. The British fleet dares not continue sailing and is docked in Brazil. According to our intelligence, the port's security index is now stricter than Buckingham Palace."

This remark caused laughter from everyone.

"So, we now have enough power to deal with the bandits occupying the Revillagigedo Islands!"

"I heard that the Spanish Legion is very powerful? They like to impale the enemy's heads on bayonets to intimidate their opponents?" Victor looked at Colonel Zolph Sherman.

This was his old subordinate, who had once been the head of the Emergency Terrorism Task Force (EDTV) and the second-in-command in the military under Kennedy. However, he later became the head of the Air Police Force. With fewer frontline combats and naturally fewer military achievements, he was surpassed by many people.

"Our soldiers will teach them a lesson. Under the blue sky, white clouds and the general's watchful eyes, we will be invincible!" Colonel Zolf Sherman said firmly.

"Wansheng!" The others nearby also stood up and shouted.

"Then let's work out a plan together. Zorf will be in charge, and Navy Captain Ivica Alonso will be in charge of coordination. We can't lose even a single bit of our territory!"

"Yes, General!" Victor also stood up, his face solemn, "I'm counting on you all!"

When the maritime police force was first established, there were only 121 people, one or two assault boats, and the only TNC 45, but now... it’s actually about the same.

There aren't that many warships!

The main problem is that the port's equipment is totally incapable of meeting the needs of warships docking, and everything needs to be renovated, which will take some time.

During this period, many civilian ships were modified and equipped with small-caliber artillery or machine guns. However, this was not enough in terms of firepower. Many drug traffickers disappeared when they accelerated during sea transportation.

This is also one of the reasons why Victor had to blow up the Spanish warships. At sea, they really could not defeat the enemy.

However, in addition to warships, the navy also consists of marines.

In a conscription in mid-1990, 4000 naval soldiers were recruited. They did not have to participate in the domestic war on drugs on the ground, and Victor had no plans to send them up. Their main responsibility was training!
The main recruits are those who live by the sea and have been able to swim since childhood. If you can't swim, what's the point of playing in the navy?
Unit number: 1st Marine Cavalry Division.

Stationed area: Guadalupe Island - around the city of Ensenada, only more than 200 nautical miles from the Revillagigedo Islands!
This is one of the reasons why Victor reacted so violently.

NMD, the dragon's birthplace of my Feng Shui bureau is right there, and you're doing this, aren't you ruining my Feng Shui?
If I don't do you, who should I do?

Sooner or later, the graves of your crappy Spanish royal family will be dug up.

The whole world knew that the Spanish warship in Suriname was bombed, but the soldiers on the Villagigedo Islands were "intentionally" forgotten.

Standing on the hillside of San Benedicto Island, the Spanish army commander looked at the sea, then looked at the bunkers and anti-aircraft positions dug around him, and said to the people around him, "This is the new Iwo Jima!"

"If the Mexicans want to capture this place, at least 100,000 people will die here!"

The Battle of the Pacific...

At this moment, the air was also filled with a strong smell of gunpowder!
But the world's attention is not here...

They stared at the "death list" that Goebbels had passed down.

The Mexicans didn't keep them waiting any longer.

The first fatalities began to appear.

...

The National Hospital of Spain.

The Kings' "teacher" and aide Alphonso Davis, who had been in a coma for three days, finally woke up, which made many people feel relieved.

He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and didn't respond when people around him called him, as if he had Alzheimer's disease.

"Let the patient rest first." The doctor whispered beside him.

The people around looked at each other and slowly walked out of the ward. In the room, there was only the ticking sound of the ECG monitor.

Just then, the door opened.

Two burly men dressed as Spanish secret service came in and stood beside his bed. Alphonso Davis turned his head and looked at them. Just as he was about to speak, he saw one of them rushing up to cover his mouth, and the other grabbed his neck...

Alphonso Davies struggled hard.

Brother, I don’t want to die!

Just because I fainted doesn't mean I'm going to die. I just didn't want to take the responsibility. I gradually became deprived of oxygen and finally fainted.

Two Secret Service agents carried him, opened the window, and threw him down!
Flying man!

boom!
There was a loud bang and a piercing scream from below.

A nurse holding a lunch box was covered in blood, with minced meat on her mouth. She stared in horror, her whole body trembling, and the hem of her white skirt was stained with blood...

The two Secret Service men took a look, pulled out their guns, and ran out, shooting everywhere!
"Dave! You traitor!!" The bodyguards who rushed over from outside were also shocked and angry when they saw the two of them, and a fierce fight broke out between the two sides.

And this is not the main battlefield.

In the Royal Palace of Madrid.

When His Majesty the King and his wife were relaxing in the flower bed, he was mainly holding it in. His wife Sofia Margarita Victoria Federica saw that he was upset, so she took the initiative to take him out for a chat, and the Crown Prince was also with her.

But just as he approached the guards.

The two guards on duty suddenly pointed their guns at the few people and opened fire!
How come there are bullets in the ceremonial gun? ! !
No one had time to think. When the bodyguard saw the other party lower the gun, he rushed forward to act as a human shield and block the bullets for them.

Carlos was stunned.

However, Her Highness Sophia, who was nearly 60 years old, grabbed him and his son and ran away!

After all, she had experienced war since she was a child.

The speed of escaping is faster than anyone else, and those who are slow will die.

The guard was shot dead on the spot by others who rushed over!

Before Carlos could come to his senses, he heard that his teacher Alfonso Davis had been killed. He got a stitch in the side and shouted twice, "Assassination! This is assassination! This is Victor's revenge!"

A 60-year-old man, is he really unlucky today? !
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(End of this chapter)