Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 342: Heaven punishes traitors, shout Lealtad!

When Nick Rumsfeld heard what Victor said, he swallowed and chuckled.

He felt that the other party was not joking.

The ashtray next to him was moved 0.2 centimeters towards him, so he could hit him with his backhand. When he was in the United States, he had heard of Victor's reputation as the "Ashtray God of War."

"So how are you going to compensate us?"

Neck: ????

Still need compensation?!
His eyes widened immediately. He had been in politics and had seen many shameless people. When he was running for the governor of Arkansas, he was on the same stage with "Teddy Man". The other party once said to him privately, "I love women so devotedly, let alone I love America?"

I almost vomited when I heard it.

I have never seen such a shameless person, but now that I have met Victor, I can be considered a match for him.

Seeing the other party's shocked expression, Governor Wei narrowed his eyes and put down his crossed legs. "What? You destroyed our infrastructure, caused us physical and psychological harm, and even made groundless accusations. Aren't you going to compensate us?"

Nick was so angry that he ran away.

He is not a sharp-tongued person...

If Bush Sr. hadn't suddenly fallen, the Grand National Party would have panicked. How could they find a replacement? They could only go all out to support Vice President James Dan Quay and ensure that power remained in their own hands.

The Blue Party, led by Clinton, began to fight for power again.

The internal power struggle begins...

Otherwise why do you think Nick came?
If the conflict between Mexico and the United States can be resolved, the Big Three will definitely be far ahead!

"This...this I need to go back and report." When Nick saw Victor's expression, his hair stood on end, as if he was being targeted by a hunter.

There is a psychological assessment agency in the CIA and FBI, and the word that appears most frequently in their review reports on Victor is: fickle!

A leader with an unpredictable personality.

Victor smiled and spread his hands. "Of course, I am always open to negotiations. However, I hope to see your sincerity."

"Then how much compensation do you need?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. What matters is whether you respect Mexico and me, Victor, right? Respect is mutual." Victor waved his hand gently, looking very casual.

But when Nick heard this, his face turned even more bitter.

This is the most difficult kind.

Good products are not cheap, and good products are not cheap.

Victor stood up on his knees, "Come on, I've prepared a light meal for you, try our specialty."

He paused, a creepy smile forming on his lips.

"Of course, don't worry, it's not 7.62 caliber."

Nick was stunned, a little confused about him. He couldn't even speak and just smiled awkwardly. He looked more like a scholar than a politician. If it weren't for his father's identity and family's ability, could he rely on himself?

Those who have delicate skin and tender flesh can only perform special talents for special guests on certain special occasions, such as playing with steel wool.

Victor: (Black question mark).

I patted Nick's shoulder, not knowing what to say.

The food cooked by the chef at the Governor's Mansion is pretty good.

At least the color, aroma and taste are maintained.

As for Victor and Nick, halfway through the meal, the former suddenly asked, "Does Mr. Donald want to run for president?"

The latter looked at him in surprise and shook his head, "We don't have such an idea."

"Is it that you don't have the idea, or that you don't have the ability?" Victor took two bites of the corn. "Men's desire for power is far greater than their desire for women. No one can say no to power, unless he feels that he has no chance of winning."

Nick didn't know where this twisted logic came from, but it did make some sense. However, he didn't want to say more about it. He understood that if you say one more word, the other party will seize the opportunity and attack you.

"When you go back, you can talk to Mr. Donald. We are happy to be his foreign aid. If he needs it, we can help him with donations, public opinion, and other off-field actions."

“We also have some influence in the United States.”

The influence of the Mexican gangs in the United States is not low. They can even exert their power in many industries and their methods are extremely brutal. Of course Victor doesn't want this group of people. What a joke, I am a policeman, a serious person, how can I take in gangsters?

However, some "overseas Mexicans" deeply understood the good intentions of the "Victorian Emperor" and decided to do some contributions to their motherland. They expressed their "support" for Victor's "anti-drug cause!".

Oh...it's all washed clean!
Hanging out with drug dealers is called gangsterism.

If you follow me, Victor, will I let you be a gangster? You are a patriotic organization!
As long as you don't sell drugs, don't traffic in people, don't be a jerk, and are obedient, well-behaved, sensible and able to wag your tail, that's fine.

A chamber pot also has the function of a chamber pot.

do you think so?

Many people who have made it big and strong in the United States have some brains to a certain extent. They also understand that they cannot fully integrate into American society, but they are unwilling to accept that. Who cares if they are a dog?
Believe it or not, if Victor wants it, there will be a Mexican flag on the White House tomorrow!
Mike Corleone in the Washington area alone, with the help of Victor, opened nine companies in 1990, including three Internet companies, a private bank, and two investment banks. He provided $9 million in funding to a computer information data company called "Quantum", which later became "America Online".

2 million US dollars was invested in Apple.

Others include Yahoo, IMB, Microsoft, etc., whose stocks can be bought directly, all in bulk.

For a time, Michael Corleone became a celebrity on Wall Street.

Successfully cleaned!

Now called a successful entrepreneur.

As for what dirty things were going on down there, Victor didn't want to know, but violence worked particularly well in the United States, which was full of bandits and bastards.

Do you think it's easy to get them to vote?

In the morning, successful people in suits go to the polling stations to vote, but in the evening they become troublemakers in the dark.

Tsk tsk tsk…people are multifaceted.

After all, Jesus can be divided into three parts.

"There are few places at the table. If you don't fight for them, you will always be prey. Mr. Necker, I have a deep relationship with Belsaria, and I am willing to help the Rumsfeld family. Only by helping each other can we make progress together, right?"

When Neck heard this, his eye twitched.

You also know that I am Belsaria’s father?

I thought you were my dad.

If Victor knew he was thinking this, he might think that's fine, since we can each have our own opinions. I call you brother and you call me good son-in-law?

This meal was extremely painful for Nek.

After being escorted out of the Governor's Palace, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and subconsciously looked back. His scalp suddenly felt numb, and he saw Victor standing at the window on the rooftop, waving at him.

!!!

Like a horror movie.

"America is still too urbanized," he said to himself.

He has been speaking more fluently lately.

If George H.W. Bush dies in the hospital, will "Teddy Man" come to power, or will the Big Three continue to maintain their position?
Will it make shit happen?

But it is not easy to shoot again. The Secret Service is surrounding him in three circles inside and outside. It is extremely difficult to succeed.

Victor watched Nick get into the car and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

Then I'll start from within you!
He wanted to see whether the Rumsfeld family had the drive to move to the next level.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Ludendorff trotted in. "General, the drug rebels attacked Licoma State and exchanged fire with the garrison in the southern town of Tecomán. Drug rebels in Michoacan, Nuevo Leona, and San Luis Potosí have also counterattacked to the north. One of our airports in Coahuila State was bombed, killing 17 people."

When Victor heard this, he looked at the map of Mexico hanging next to him.

Is this a full-scale counterattack?

Moreover, the remnants of the Institutional Party who demanded independent elections have colluded with the drug dealers in the South!

I still think we should eliminate Northern Victor first.

After all, he really stopped many people from getting rich. If he is killed, Mexico will return to its former state, with the Institutional Party returning to the throne, and drug dealers selling drugs again and making money again.

The common people started planting cash crops again.

How good?

"The U.S. military suddenly increased its troops to our border. If we pull our soldiers to the front line and the U.S. military starts a war, our border will be defenseless. If they want, they can rush into Mexico in an instant."

"Let's go, gather in the General Staff meeting room and call everyone over for the meeting!" Victor's expression suddenly became serious.

The three troublemakers are planning to create some shit here to disgust themselves!
...

Mexico City. National Palace.

Casare looked grim.

Because of the sudden rise of the Institutional Party, the attitudes of some old politicians in the city changed suddenly, and they began to secretly disobey Casare.

People led by Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi began to jump up and down. After all, the general's grace had not spread here.

Coupled with the propaganda, the public, soldiers and politicians are not very friendly.

"Sir, we should leave." Jason Bourne, who was sent, whispered. According to the instructions of the Governor's Office, leave Mexico City!

In just one month here, there were more than 100 murders of Union soldiers, some of which were attempted, but there were also some losses.

This city has no meaning anymore!

It’s not in Victor’s interest for now.

Casare stood up, took a deep breath, his eyes vicious, damn, these bastards made him the president who had only been in office for a short time.

"Please call in Lieutenant Colonel Erich Manstein."

Jason Bourne looked at him and nodded.

A few minutes later, the two came back in.

"gentlemen!"

Casare grabbed Manstein's shoulders with both hands and looked at him straight in the eyes, "Lieutenant Colonel, the Northern Army needs you, I need you, the general needs you!"

...

It was raining heavily, and the moonlight at night was hidden in the clouds. The streets were eerily quiet with only the noisy sound of heavy rain.

The Fourth Battalion’s headquarters is located in the rear wing of the National Palace.

Manstein was not wearing a raincoat or any rain gear. He stood on the steps, looking at the soldiers below with a blank expression, and raised his hand, "God punish the traitors!"

"loyalty!!!"

A group of people raised their hands and shouted loudly.

Then, under the leadership of the company and platoon leaders, they divided into more than 20 small groups and took advantage of the rainy night to launch a "military mutiny!".

Lieutenant Colonel Manstein, along with more than twenty soldiers, got on a Humvee and rushed toward the residential area of ​​Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi.

His residence is in a wealthy villa about 2 kilometers away from the National Palace!
It is brightly lit inside, and there are singing and cheering.

The guard at the door was standing guard. When he saw a lot of people rushing out in the rainy night, he was startled and shouted loudly, "Who are they?"

But all he was greeted with was the sound of gunfire.

He was beaten to death!
"Charge! For your Majesty...the Governor will punish the traitors of the country!" A group of people rushed in aggressively.

Ulmit Raymond Haredi is celebrating his 36th birthday.

There are a lot of wives, children, mistresses and allies, about 30 people in total.

They were chatting animatedly.

Someone complimented him, "The Northern Army will have to admit defeat in the face of the Institutional Party's overwhelming force, and the presidency will definitely belong to you."

This made Urmit Raymond Haredi very happy and he drank two more glasses.

At this moment, gunshots were heard outside, and then a group of soldiers rushed in, and the lively scene inside suddenly became quiet.

Education Director Gomez Medellin stood up and shouted, "Which unit are you from? How can you be so rude?!"

"The Northern Allied Forces, in the name of Mr. Casare, will punish the traitors with God's will!" Lieutenant Colonel Manstein fired directly with a light machine gun, shouting loyalty!

Puff puff puff puff…

The bullet made a dull sound when it hit the human body.

Many people fell in a pool of blood.

There were blood stains on the walls.

"No, don't shoot, please, we will go back now, please don't kill my children." The two women cried and shouted while holding their children.

"kill!"

The guards behind him also killed several women.

Manstein walked up to Ulmit Raymond Haredi, who was foaming at the mouth and trembling all over.

"I'm very sorry to bother you." Manstein said lightly and shot him in the head again.

This is like JFK meeting Lee Harvey Oswald - it's mind-blowing!
After the soldiers fired a few more shots at the people on the ground, everyone shouted loyalty and went to the next place.

José López Portillo, 87, is a veteran of the Institutional Party and is considered the most influential person at present. He is also a pioneer in the opposition to Victor and the anti-drug cause.

More than once in one publishing house he attacked the Northern Army's "theory of war."

He was watching TV with his great-grandson and getting ready for bed.

As soon as the snoring began, a dozen Union soldiers climbed over his wall, broke into his bedroom, and fired dozens of shots at the bed.
The bedding was torn to pieces.

The great-grandson who heard the gunshots ran out. He was not young anymore, an adult, and a bit brave. He pulled out his gun and fought back, but was quickly knocked down. The furious Northern Army soldiers chopped off his head and that of Jose Lopez Portillo and walked away!

There is also a general, three lieutenant generals, the financial director, the propaganda minister, etc. from Mexico...

The assassination lasted until six in the morning, and then Manstein, with more than a thousand soldiers, escorted Casare and some people who were friendly to the Northern Army out of Mexico City.

Heading straight to Michoacan State very fiercely!

The plan was to run back north from here.

But on the way, Manstein found Casare and offered his advice.

"You're going to attack Morelia, the capital of Michoacan?!" Fatty looked at him in amazement.

Manstein nodded. "I think with our surprise attack, we have a good chance of taking this city. Even if we have to fight street battles with them, as long as we can hold out until reinforcements arrive, the balance of victory will tip in our favor. Moreover, if we can hold on here, the drug dealers fighting us on the front line will either run away or be attacked from both sides. From a strategic and tactical point of view, we can completely achieve the effect we want."

Casare was silent.

In fact, he doesn't understand at all.

What the hell does he know about fighting?
But he had one advantage, which was the ability to use people wisely. He patted Manstein on the shoulder and said, "From now on, the entire army will obey your orders."

This almost all-in trust made Manstein feel warm in his heart.

"Target Morelia! Forward!"

Raid!

We must take advantage of the drug dealers' sudden reaction and catch them off guard.

At this time, Mexico City was also in chaos.

When I woke up, all the big shots were dead, and all the big fish in the Institutional Party were gone. At this time, the party leader Popovich, who had previously criticized Victor and called for a protest march, suddenly became the party with the highest status inside!

He was lucky that he was doing some personal business at night and left Mexico City, otherwise he would have suffered as well.

When he heard that the Institutional Party had the final say and that some of the elders were no longer in the way, he almost laughed out loud, but he still had to cry out and curse the Northern Army for being shameless!
only…

Can you hide your smile a little?
On the streets, the Institutional Party-controlled army imposed martial law throughout the city, and people were standing on the main roads, fully armed.

Popovich first went to visit the injured old people. When he saw the 87-year-old Jose Lopez Portillo who was beheaded, he actually vomited in front of the reporters.

Everyone around me was numb.

Can such a person really lead us to defeat Victor?
This military coup was also spread throughout Mexico and the world through journalists.

History calls it: "March 14 Incident!"

Some people with ulterior motives compare it with the Japanese army's "February 26 Mutiny" as an example of a military unit overcoming its superiors.

Some people also demanded that the Northern Alliance hand over the murderer!
Otherwise, never, ever… forgive Victor.

When Emperor Wei heard this.

The expression is like this.

(The old man in the subway says hello).

But then I was happy. Casare actually had such courage? !

Before leaving, don't forget to take a big shit to disgust the enemy.

"Where are they now?"

"Can't get through." said the secretary.

Victor frowned, "What the hell is going on?"

At this time, Casare...

Standing on the Humvee with hands raised.

"Whoever is the first to attack Morelia will be promoted three ranks as an officer, and soldiers will be promoted to officers! Charge in, and 70% of the drug dealers' property will go to the Governor's Office, and 30% will remain for you. You will get promoted and make a fortune, today is the day. Charge!"

The fourth battalion shouted long live.

This army, which dared to kidnap the US front-line commander in Kuwait and confronted hundreds of thousands of troops, was very unruly in itself. Rommel infused them with loyalty and bravery, while Manstein added adventurousness and ferocity to them!
Three o'clock in the morning on March 3th.

以4架M1A1艾布拉姆斯主战坦克为首，4辆TPz-1装甲车为辅的第四营拉开了“莫雷利亚战役”的序幕。

Those drug dealers never thought that someone would come out from behind to kill them.

When the tanks drove ten kilometers into the city center, they engaged in a firefight with the drug dealers stationed there.

"Lealtad!! (Loyalty!!!)"

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(End of this chapter)