Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 355: Put some gold on my ashtray!

When leaving the meeting room.

Ethan Hunt was still frowning.

His intuition told him that something was wrong!

This is like making a nest.

I am the head of the intelligence department, why are you telling me this?
There is something fishy going on. There must be something fishy going on.

Ethan Hunt has served Blanco and now he's hooking up with Pablo's sister. He's fought in battles all over the country, charged into bloody battles, and had to go in and out seven times a night. He's seen all kinds of big scenes. How could you play this kind of trick on me?

After he walked out, Berman, the second son of "Grand Master" Abrego, walked in. He is now the military commander of the Yucatan Peninsula. If he wants to act alone, it would be easy for him to kill the puppet president.

"Dad, why do you doubt Victor?" Berman was a big and strong man, and his voice was a little muffled when he spoke.

This son is no simple matter. When the Gulf Group was expanding into the American market, they were fighting with the San Francisco gangs. He was at the forefront. He was good at fighting, charging and killing, and was considered the most beloved of Abrego's sons.

But... my brain just doesn't work very well.

Hearing his son's question, Abrego glanced at him and exhaled, "Because he is too calm. He doesn't look like a drug dealer."

? ? ? ?
well...

Abrego officially certified that drug dealers are all very violent. In fact, this is definitely a prejudice in the Golden Triangle area, but in Latin America, hey, there are really very few calm drug dealers.

If they don't agree with each other, they will kill each other.

It's as if their heads are filled with violent genes.

There are only three things they will do: murder, drug trafficking and drug hiding!
People like "Victor" are very calm in everything they do, and their IQ even exceeds that of ordinary drug dealers.

Of course, this doesn't mean that all drug dealers in Latin America are good at fighting and killing. Guzman is well-known for his underhanded tactics, but he will still lose control when encountering certain things.

"My intuition tells me that he is not one of us." Abrego narrowed his eyes.

Berman scratched his head, not knowing what was happening.

"How's that Yucatan navy I asked you to form?"

The geographical location is quite good, located between the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, belonging to the Mexican states of Campeche, Quintana Roo and Yucatán. If there is a navy, it will be able to contact other countries and carry out large-scale maritime drug trafficking!

air transport…

If you fly over the north, you will be shot down in the air.

Now the southern government has to spend money everywhere. The drug revenue exceeds 40%. Under Abrego's guidance, more than 300 towns and cities in the south have switched to growing drug raw materials!
As for grains like corn...very little.

They also "thoughtfully" came up with an incentive system, where whoever grows the best and the most will be rewarded. They also encourage "privatization" among farmers and provide a certain amount of subsidies every quarter as long as you agree to grow poisonous crops.

But again, this would mean completely abandoning food self-sufficiency and becoming completely dependent on sponsorship from the United States, Spain, Britain and other countries in Latin America.

Of course, these grains are not given to farmers unconditionally, but you need to spend money to buy them, which is another source of income for the drug trafficker government.

Those desperate farmers can only sell their land and people to the various "organizations" and "gangs" under the drug trafficker government, forming a perfect land annexation and personnel exploitation.

Does it sound like...the operations of an ancient noble family?

From this perspective, the world is a fucking circle.

What management experience do Abrego and his gang have? They are greedy at heart. People are now starving to death in more than a dozen states across the South.

In order to improve the status of drug dealers, some people even plan to divide people into three, six, and nine categories, similar to India's racial system!

For example, the drug trafficking families and organizations in power are the first category, the second category is various appointed officials and wealthy people, and the third category is the poor at the bottom of the society.

It is said that Abrego is considering this matter, and the drug dealers under him are clamoring for it, so it should be passed soon!

This is simply outrageous and a fucking opening to outrageousness - it's outrageous to the extreme.

Latin American drug dealers, Southeast Asian politicians, African indigenous warlords, these are typical "favorites" of various versions.

Abrego also plans to enact a law strictly prohibiting anyone from talking about Victor and the Northern Army in public, and requiring all second sons in the family to join the drug dealers' combat system, which is mandatory!

Let’s just build it like this. In a few years, everyone will starve to death!

"The Institutional Revolutionary Party sold us four Fletcher-class destroyers, one Bronstein-class frigate, one Perry-class frigate, 4 patrol boats, three survey ships, 69 auxiliary ships, one training ship and three tugboats. It also recruited more than 3 people from the navy. We can build a fleet," Bellman said excitedly.

The Mexican Navy is also powerful. Although all of its warships are from the World War II era, they are large in number, with nearly 4 people. After Victor conquered several important western port cities, most of the warships fell into the hands of the Northern Army.

Victor did not trust these "old soldiers" very much, so he assigned the important officers among them to the Naval School as instructors, while most of the soldiers who were useful were kept in their posts, while those who were not useful were helped to find jobs and thrown into several large shipyards as hard laborers.

Victor confiscated all the American shipyards in Mexico.

These include branches of Ingalls Shipbuilding and Austal, both of which are important manufacturers for the US Navy.

There are also some naval forces still in the Institutional Revolutionary Party's territory who, under the temptation of drug traffickers, took their ships and joined the drug traffickers.

Anyway, for a while, the whole of Mexico was in chaos comparable to the feudal lords in the late Tang Dynasty, and the Institutional Party was Huang Quan, but now no one cares about you!
Looks pitiful.

"Our warships are more powerful than the Northern Army. Do you want me to lead people around the Gulf of Mexico to give Victor some excitement?!" Bellman said excitedly.

"Are you looking for death? Victor has more planes than us. If we can't gain air superiority, we will be targets. Didn't you see the Gulf War? Learn more about it when you have time." Abrego scolded.

"Then buy it. Isn't Victor Bout in Guatemala? We can contact him again. Anyway, the Soviets are about to collapse. Do we still need this little money?"

Abrego was also somewhat moved when he heard this. He was not a man who could be easily at ease. Under his leadership, the Gulf Group had transformed from a local drug trafficking organization into a drug trafficking group spanning five continents. He had great ambitions.

Pablo wants to build a country that belongs to drug dealers.

And he wants the whole country to be filled with DMs!

He wants the Abrego family to become the "king of drug traffickers" in all of Latin America and even the world!

It’s exciting just thinking about it.

His eyes flickered and he nodded, "Then invite him over and tell him I have a big business deal for him."

Berman nodded happily.

"It would be better to have a bomber!"

Abrego looked at him and said, "Don't worry, everything will be there!"

Victory belongs to the light!

Victor, the traitor!
...

"In last night's operation, we blew up four enemy missile camps, three of which failed, and eight soldiers died in the battle." George Smiley reported while standing in front of the table with his hands clasped.

Victor held a cigarette in his hand and tapped the ashtray. There was a crack in the ashtray and drops of blood could be seen on it. He squinted at the list of sacrifices handed to him, sighed slightly, and picked up a pen to make comments on it.

"Award all members of the 141st Task Force Second Class Merit, do a good job of post-mortem work for the fallen soldiers, promote Captain Joseph Allen to Lieutenant Colonel, and promote the rest of the fallen personnel to one level higher."

Joseph Allen took the note with both hands. "According to Lieutenant Colonel Simon Riley, the drug dealers' fighting power has obviously increased. The action team in Coahuila State even encountered trained special forces soldiers. They were very decisive in dodging armed helicopters. It's not something that ordinary drug dealers can do."

"According to our intelligence, four military mercenaries, including South Africa's EO Strategic Resources, have obtained contracts from the southern drug trafficker government. Perhaps... they are the ones we are facing."

EO!

A ferocious look flashed across Victor's face.

This name is an old friend. When I was still hiding on the island a long time ago, they followed the Tijuana drug cartel to fight against me!

Founder Eeben Barlow also called to demand the release of their captives himself.

Nonsence!
What kind of bastard can negotiate in front of me?

Victor immediately ordered the killing of their mercenaries and fed them to sharks. I haven't heard this name for a long time.

"Is there any way to kill him? I hate rats running around in front of me." Victor said cruelly, "It would be better to kill his family as well."

"He... has a background in the South African government." "Who cares what his background is? I'm not even afraid of the Americans, so why should I be afraid of South Africa? They can't take care of their paws, so I'll take care of them!"

George Smiley thought for a moment, "There will be a defense exhibition in South Africa in a few days. He will definitely be there."

"Kill him!"

Now that the boss has given the order, the people below are responsible for executing it.

"The mercenary business is a money-making business that makes these vultures forget their fear and only pursue money." Victor leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

In the 90s, during the Gulf War, military contractors were already present. Iraq hired a large number of them, as did the United States.

A bunch of thrill-seeking hounds looking for excitement in the game between great powers!

How do you evaluate these mercenaries?

If you win, celebrate; if you lose, surrender and cry.

But every country in the world has this kind of "institution", and Victor was also prepared for this. When he had a good relationship with the United States, he asked Casare to recruit a number of retired American soldiers. At that time, he was preparing to engage in the "PMC" military contractor business. The cake was so big, he must be greedy.

But then there was a conflict with the United States, and Victor didn't trust these Americans very much, so he ignored them.

"We need to make sure they have the most basic respect!"

You idiot, I am a professional at flipping tables.

Just as George Smiley was about to speak, a series of rapid alarms suddenly rang out. Victor's butt jumped up as if it was equipped with springs, and he ran to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside.

I saw the people below dodging in panic like ants.

The police on duty on the streets began to guide the people to take shelter in the air-raid shelters, while above the sky, dense rockets could be seen falling.

soon…

The anti-aircraft forces below began to fight back!
Chu Chu Chu!
Tijuana is armed with the U.S. military's Nike Hercules missile system, and air defense forces began to take up positions after radar detected the approach of the UFO.

It is mainly used for national air defense and key point air defense, to protect important targets such as cities, industrial centers, and military bases.

This missile is mainly intercepted at high altitude.

The terminal interception relies on a powerful firepower network, mainly relying on the M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle and the MIM-72 anti-aircraft missile known as the "Oak"!

You can see bullets flying everywhere in the sky...

jump jump jump!
There was an explosion in the air, like a brilliant explosion of fireworks.

Victor's hands were shaking and his eyes were wide open, afraid that he would miss any exciting moments. Although the air defense net was effective and eliminated most of the rockets, some rockets still missed and fell into the driveways or residential areas.

Explosions sounded one after another!
Another bomb fell on the dual carriageway not far from the Governor's Palace, overturning all the cars and sending alarms wailing non-stop.

It happened in the blink of an eye, but Victor felt a chill on his back.

There were people crying and shouting everywhere.

"Investigate! Find out who did it!" Emperor Wei shouted angrily, and his voice could be heard in the corridor.

George Smiley saluted and rushed out to investigate.

"Also, stabilize the UN delegation and don't let anything happen to them!"

"Yes!"

Victor frowned, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, his face was full of anger.

When these "rocket bombs" flew over, the people of San Diego, who were only a few dozen kilometers away from Tijuana, could see them clearly.

“OMG, the ups and downs are coming one after another!”

Many people looked up and looked at this spectacular scene in horror.

“Are we going to attack Mexico?”

"How can it be!"

"How is that impossible? Didn't you realize that the missile was launched from our side?" Someone loudly refuted, looking excited, raising his hands and shouting, "Kill Victor!"

At this time, the US troops stationed in San Diego were also confused!

Major General Oreos Clift was originally talking on the phone to his lover, but when he saw the rain of steel all over the sky, he was so frightened that he shrank back and stared with his eyes wide open.

"Dear~" the person on the other end of the phone called out in a sticky voice.

"Love your mother! Get out! Something happened, something happened!" Oreos Clift yelled and jumped up.

Who the hell fired rockets at Tijuana?
What the hell!

I do not know how?
I am the military chief here.

He called the Pentagon in a panic. The people on the other end were also confused and repeatedly confirmed whether it was a mistake. Oreos Clift said that his army's missiles were still there.

? ? ? !
The news quickly reached the office of Acting President James Dan Quah.

"!!!()━━━.!!"

The entire U.S. government is in chaos.

"Sir, Tijuana has made a war speech!" Just when he was getting a little panicked, the secretary hurried over and said.

"At 4:17 on the afternoon of April 14, our Tijuana was attacked by rockets from within the United States, causing casualties. Our entire army was extremely indignant and decided to retaliate!"

On TV, Goebbels, dressed in military uniform, said with a serious face.

The audience in front of the TV felt a chill down their spines.

Including Acting President James Dan Quah, who swallowed and looked a little scared.

The main reason is that Victor is too crazy. He is not afraid of death at all, and he has missiles. Even if they cannot penetrate the anti-missile system, he will definitely be hit at such a close distance. If something happens, the possibility of his getting promoted will be completely impossible.

"Sir, we should contact Tijuana now and keep them on the line so that they can clear up the misunderstanding!" said the aide next to him.

"Yes, contact Tijuana!" James Dan Quay said in panic. As soon as he picked up the phone, he saw CIA Director Stanfield Turner rushing in.

"Sir, there is news!"

...

At six o'clock in the evening, Tijuana received news of the "misfire" from the Pentagon, saying that it was a misunderstanding and that they were willing to resolve it through talks and provide compensation.

"Hydra's intelligence shows that this was a targeted missile attack, instigated by Raytheon and the Texas consortium Kron family. One of their vice presidents and a direct descendant died in the explosion. This was... a counterattack. It is said that the Colombian drug cartel was also involved."

good good!
This is how the military-industrial complex works, right?

Victor laughed angrily.

"Killing someone and paying with your life, and paying back a debt, that's only natural! If they want to mess with us, should we just hold it in?"

Victor picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it on the ground. "Fight them! The Americans want to negotiate and say it's a misunderstanding. Tell them that I'm very angry now. Order the missile battalion to enter combat readiness and broadcast the whole process live. I want to see what compensation the Americans can give me!"

The intelligence officer nodded hurriedly and recorded the general's order.

After he left, Victor's anger subsided a little. He saw the ashtray on the ground, picked it up, and found that the corner that was missing was a little bigger.

Call the secretary and hand her the ashtray.

"Put some gold on this corner for me."

"????"

……

(End of this chapter)