Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 345: No matter who you are, as long as you fight drug dealers, you can help us!
The Suisse Bridge is located in the town of Pullach, south of Munich.

This is the address of the famous German Federal Intelligence Service.

In the director's office at this time.

Several senior German officials were sitting upright, looking at the Israelis in front of them with awkward, dissatisfied, or clown eyes.

"You have persecuted millions of our compatriots. Do you now intend to let the blood of the Israelites be poured on this land?"

This is a bit harsh.

A middle-aged man in his early 40s knocked on the table. "Please be careful with your words, Mr. Gurian."

"Wording?! We don't need any words in Germany! You owe us this land." The Mossad consul in Germany slammed the table hard, saying with dissatisfaction, "If you can't catch the murderers who persecuted us, you just wait!"

"Humph!"

After he finished cursing, he walked away arrogantly and slammed the door!

Everyone in the office was quiet.

Also no temper.

If it were the Bavarian boy, this guy would come in weighing over 100 pounds and leave as a cube.

But since World War II, Germany, as a defeated country, has been relatively "successful", following the lead of the West, Europe, and Israel.

After all, the mustache guy has offended too many people.

He remained calm even when being pointed at and scolded. He is worthy of being a German.

"Okay, have you found any clues?" Intelligence Chief Hans Fritz Scholl asked his subordinates with his arms crossed, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Mexicans." A deputy director said in a deep voice.

"???Sure?"

"After killing them, the Mexican intelligence services would paint their symbols on their body parts. In several cases, we found symbolic patterns."

“They never hide their methods.”

The deputy director frowned, "Very arrogant!"

But they have the capital to be arrogant...

Until now the Germans have not discovered where they have settled.

Hans Fritz Scholl took a deep breath, "Find them! Together with Mossad, catch them!"

In fact, Germany had no grudge against Victor at all, but it always had to curry favor with the Soviet Union. Seeing that the Soviets were about to perish, although there were still German troops stationed there, they would not be able to survive for a few more years, and the Americans were about to become the new overlord.

Got to show something.

As soon as Director Hans Fritz Scholl finished speaking, a huge explosion was heard.

The people in the office ran to the window in panic and stuck their heads out.

Then I saw a black fog rising in the distance, accompanied by bursts of screams.

"Director!"

A subordinate rushed in from outside with a terrified expression, "It exploded! It exploded..."

"Tell me what exploded!" Hans Fritz Scholl shouted, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"The car of the Mossad consul in Germany was attacked."

Everyone in the office was silent!

Hans Fritz Scholl, with his mouth half open, rushed downstairs in panic with his people. Perhaps he was too "excited" and his forehead hit the door directly.

The explosion site was only three or four hundred meters away from the intelligence department's building.

By the time they arrived, the car had burned down.

There is also a "fragrance" in the air.

The heads of the German intelligence agency looked at the tragic scene with grim expressions.

It’s over!
By the time the fire was extinguished, the body had already been burnt and Hans Fritz Scholl's face was almost distorted.

"We must catch the Mexicans!"

The bombing of the Mossad consul in Germany was no small matter, and it was reported by dozens of German media and newspapers.

There was even a TV station that invited a retired intelligence expert to talk about the show, saying that the bombing must have been premeditated, with attackers lying in ambush on both sides and waiting for vehicles to approach before detonating the bombs.

The female host was about to speak when she saw the director waving his hands vigorously to indicate that the call was being transferred.

"Okay, thank you very much, expert. We have a call here, please listen."

An obviously changed voice came from the other end of the line, "Nice to meet you all. Regarding the bombing of the Mossad consul in Germany, it's actually very simple. We just planted a bomb in his car."

us? !
Everyone in the broadcast room perked up.

The female host's eyes lit up, and she said in a slightly euphemistic tone, "You mean, this is you..."

"Of course!"

"We solemnly warn Mossad to shut up. This era does not belong to you yet. For the next target, we will choose..."

"Ambassador to Germany, please be careful, the wolf is coming."

"Oh, by the way, we would like to thank the German and American intelligence agencies for their strong support. Thank them for providing us with intelligence. We would also like to thank some people for helping us install the bomb under the car. Thank you."

MD!

It's like an award ceremony?

Having said this, he hung up the phone.

But the news that was broadcast was simply horrifying!

The United States and Germany are actually involved?

The female anchor tried hard to force a smile, but it looked very stiff, and she almost cried in the end.

The "shitty expert" who was called over was also stunned.

What the hell!

No way…

A church in the center of Berlin at this time.

slap~
There was a bubbling sound.

Augustin Przewczyr drank his Pepsi in one gulp and felt chilled all over.

Looking at the dull eyes of those people on the TV show, he felt a little sour.

Of course he was the one who asked someone to make the call.

If they are not arrogant, can they still be called the Northern Army?
Mossad?
I'll turn you into a Samoyed!
He crushed the empty can, squinted his eyes, and smiled.

"minister."

Just then, a subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, "We found out why Mossad is targeting us."

“Mossad is trafficking drugs!!”

Augustin Przewczynski's expression remained calm; he had thought of this answer.

In fact, many people sympathize with Israel, and it is true that the Germans went too far.

But later, after the country was founded, they legalized brothels, and now a quarter of the population is addicted to opioids.

and…

Mossad's name has been found in the hidden lists of many major drug lords.

For example, the Tijuana drug cartel...

Victor found the account books of Benjamin brothers in a safe.

It says that drugs are provided to the CIA, Mossad, IA6 and even many terrorist organizations!
And they provide security protection for drug cartels all over the world.

However, no one could have imagined that a "strong man from heaven" named Victor would appear in Mexico and beat everyone to death.

The global drug share has decreased by 35%!

All this money was earned by the Golden Triangle.

But everyone can see that Victor hates drugs, and it may not be long before the Golden Triangle is also hit.

Many countries have begun to hope that the United Nations will remove Victor from his position as Director of the National Drug Enforcement Agency.

Israel is not a wealthy country. Mossad needs income and intelligence work requires expenditure.

The same is true for Mexico's intelligence services, which are increasing every quarter and now even account for 25% of military spending!

Therefore, Victor’s fight is not just a fight against drug dealers, but a fight against the whole world!

Too many people rely on drugs to make a living.

"Drug traffickers die!" Augustin Przewczyr stood up and said fiercely.

"Let's start with the big shots!"

The subordinates nodded vigorously and saluted!

"Victor!"

...

Michoacan state.

It started to rain heavily.

The muddy road is very slippery.

The tires of a truck were spinning in a pit. Many people were pushing the truck hard from the back. The engine was roaring and the mud on the tires was hitting people.

But they couldn't move. This was a group of drug dealers who had retreated from the front line, and they were eager to defend: Morelia!

Inside the car, several American staff officers were sitting.

"Superior people" don't need to get off to push the cart, they smoke and discuss topics that all men like.

The whisper came through the glass, and the drug dealers outside were already unhappy.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch Yankees!" A bald, tattooed muscular man wiped the rain and sweat off his face and cursed with his head down.

"Stop cursing and save your energy." The companion next to him was equally listless.

"I really want to kill them and then join the Northern Army."

The drug dealer standing on the other side almost laughed out loud when he heard this, "If you go to the Northern Army, the tyrant won't let you push the cart. He will stuff you under the tires. A drug dealer going to join the anti-drug forces, ha...hahahaha."

The tattooed burly man, who was already unhappy, couldn't help but kick the other party when he heard the duck-like sound.

He kicked the other person over directly.

That guy doesn't have a good temper. How can a drug dealer have a good temper?
The two men stood up and started fighting, rolling in the mud on the ground.

The drug dealer leader who heard the noise came over and saw this scene. He rushed over in rage, but with red eyes he pulled him to fight together!

The drug dealers nearby applauded and cheered loudly, and even the Americans couldn't help but get out of the car to watch the fight.

"What's that sound? Did you hear it, Mike?" An American heard the noise in the air and looked up, but there was nothing in the fog.

The companion next to him looked up in confusion, "Really?"

At this moment, the security vehicle in front suddenly sounded the alarm!
"Air raid!! Air raid!" a shout came from the loudspeaker.

Whoosh whoosh~~!!!

从云层中钻出三架A-10攻击机，1350发的30mm的GAU-8型7管加特林机炮开火！
Puff puff puff puff…

The bullet directly blew up the body of a drug dealer, the American consultant in the truck was shot into a sieve, and the vehicle weighing several tons was knocked dozens of centimeters off the ground.

The tank’s nightmare, the turret in the sky, with full firepower, no one can stop it!
Whoever invented the Warthog was a genius.

Although the speed is not fast, the firepower is really strong!

Nearly four thousand rounds of bullets killed the drug dealers on the ground, and these 250 men fired their rifles into the sky.

Hopefully... it can be swept down.

This type of fighter jet mainly provides firepower for ground forces, which is a side note...

When he appears, that is also when the Northern Army appears!
Sure enough, when they saw tanks and armored vehicles rushing towards them on the road in the distance, they began firing artillery from hundreds of meters away.

The explosion knocked the supporting drug dealers to the ground, causing them to howl and scream in agony.

There was no one to provide them with tactical command. They were bombed and dodged everywhere like flies. Some of the brave ones could even fight back.

Those who don't have the courage will just run away.

Air-to-ground integrated strikes have become increasingly perfect and mature in the Northern Military System, but for drug dealers, they have never even heard of it!

This method of fighting regular troops is used to fight drug dealers...

Iraq surrendered under this bombing.

By the time the infantry arrives, they basically just collect the bodies.

The 16th Regiment's vehicles rolled over the broken limbs and arms, making a crisp sound of bones breaking, as if...

Just like in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Ludwig Beck sat in the car with an expressionless face, a map in his hand.

He is now the commander of the 16th Regiment!
Five months.

From company commander to regiment commander.

Tsk tsk tsk…

He was promoted rapidly during the war.

The main thing was the capture of El Mencho, which was a great achievement.

"We are not going to Morelia." He suddenly said, "Order Battalion A to speed up the capture of the El Infieni Reservoir and build fortifications there. Battalion B will move forward and block the suburban railway station in Catio. This is a transportation hub. If drug traffickers want to go to Morelia, they must pass through here."

"C Battalion and I will hold the western part of Mount Loruyo."

The accompanying adjutant wrote down the order and marked it on the map, "Captain, aren't we going to Morelia to help?"

"Friendly troops from Jalisco will go, and we just need to hold off the reinforcements." Ludwig Beck was very calm.

If a regiment cannot withstand the reinforcements of drug dealers from several western cities, then all its strategies will be rubbish.

He patted his chest, where was his suicide note.

Always be prepared to make sacrifices.

"The country is in danger now, please start from me!"

American advisers in the drug dealers' army were also angry.

The situation suddenly became so bad.

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, who was in charge of drug traffickers in the South, issued orders immediately after the attack in Morelia.

Use all possible force to surround the capital!
Even drug dealers from neighboring states were mobilized.

Even the air force was sent out.

The Americans were generous this time and provided 6 F-16 fighter jets, of course with money.

The government is currently negotiating with the South for exclusive monopoly rights over mining resources and natural gas, which means selling them to American consortiums, who will receive more investment.

Of course, drug dealers cannot fly such advanced third-generation fighter jets.

They were very considerate and hired "amateur" pilots for them.

Six F6s took off from an airport in Guerrero State and flew towards Morelia with the aim of intercepting the Northern Army's bomber group.

The two sides met over the target.

Escorting the bomber group was the Mexican 2nd Squadron, led by Hans-Ulrich Rudel, nicknamed "Cannon Bird"!
He and three other F3 escorts saw the radar show that there were enemies approaching, so they just broke away and rushed towards the enemy!
4VS6!

Victor's soldiers are never afraid of a challenge!
"avoid!"

"Defense left turn!"

"Look at the enemy and fire freely!"

"R31 is off the rack!"

Hans-Ulrich Rudel looked at the missile coming at him, rolled over, and the missile brushed past his abdomen. He pressed the launch button, and an AIM-120 missile rushed towards the target.

The opponent on the opposite side was also a veteran. He dived upwards. The driver sitting inside looked around with sharp eyes and heard the voices of his teammates through the earphone.

"The enemy plane is 1 kilometer in your eight o'clock direction!"

Passing through the clouds, the warning lights from high in the sky continued to sound, and before he could react, he saw an F16 rushing towards him aggressively.

As if she wanted to die together with him.

He was so scared that he rolled over and dodged quickly!
The two cockpits are across from each other, and both can see the enemy on the opposite side.

Phew~!
The engines blast, the air is torn apart, and the sonic boom continues!

Ten planes engaged in an aerial battle over Morelia.

The civilians below who heard the noise looked up at the sky with their mouths open.

They don't know what tactics are.

But just know...

Anxiety about each other!

Suddenly, boom, a fireball exploded from the sky and fell from the outside.

“It’s a hit! It’s a hit!”

"Who, who hit who?"

A group of people asked around, but the planes all looked the same so no one could see clearly.

"Good job!"

Hans-Ulrich Rudel called out over the channel, "Enemy exchange!"

He rushed towards an F16 he had been eyeing.

The opponent's missiles were gone, so he could only start strafing with machine guns. He was very brave, and when he saw the opponent sweeping over, he made a standard "falling leaf" move, quickly changed his course, and locked onto the opponent from behind!
"Lock it! Lock it! Lock it!"

"call out!!"

I pressed the button, and the enemy planes didn't respond, so I blew them up at close range!
4 to 4!!

Two F16s were shot down in a short period of time, and that group of people began to get scared. They no longer had the advantage in numbers, and it seemed that the enemy's combat skills were better than theirs.

After entangled for several minutes, the order to retreat was given.

If you don't run, you'll die.

Hans-Ulrich Rudel did not chase, his plane was on defense in the air, allowing the bombers to continue attacking the target!
The hatch is open!

Drop two BLU-82 bombs down there!
Eat some big XX, drug dealers!
Your grandfather has a lot of things, but he has a lot of bombs.

boom! !

Its daybreak!
Such a bright light also appeared in Japan on August 1945, 8.

However, the Japanese were quite enthusiastic at that time.

……

(End of this chapter)