Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 361 The Mexican Fox!
On the third day of the "Cancun Drug Riot".

The 2.2th Marine Division in northern Mexico, five reorganized regiments with about people, moved south from Coahuila to Nuevo Leona!
It is imperative to build a military seaport connecting the Gulf of Mexico and the Bay of Campeche for the Mexican Northern Army!
From here, if necessary, the navy can rush straight to Houston within two hours. From a strategic point of view, this is completely beneficial with no harm.

This has been the tone of the "General Staff" for a long time, but because the first three Marine Divisions were stationed locally, they planned to hand it over to Rommel after he had formed combat effectiveness.

But everyone knows that the general is providing him with a stage to "perform". As long as he performs well, perhaps he can reach a higher level!

I heard that a group army is being formed.

Everyone can see Victor's love for Rommel.

It’s really the treatment of a direct descendant.

On a hillside in Monclova, a border city in Coahuila state, the guards looked around nervously, fearing that drug dealers might come up. The guards were less than three miles away from the drug dealers!

You can see the bunkers and defensive offensives built on the opposite side.

Rommel was watching with a telescope, accompanied by his Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock and a number of regimental cadres. If a cannon came, oh no, he would die before he could accomplish his mission.

I have to say that Rommel was very courageous.

"The drug dealers' defenses are so dense," Fedor von Bock muttered. "It seems that we can only gather heavy artillery to attack them. I don't believe they will not collapse."

"How many shells do you need?"

"how much time is required?"

“How much energy does it take?”

Rommel asked three questions in a row with an expressionless face, leaving the staff silent.

Mexico's so-called war on drugs has been going on for more than a year and a half. As long as people have a strong learning ability, they will learn how to defend themselves after being beaten to a pulp by the heavy artillery and bombing of the Northern Army.

Dig a tunnel!
It is so interconnected that in order to prevent so-called bunker-penetrating bombs and avoid the formation of void effects, these drug dealers even hired physicists to study angles that can reduce damage.

He is very smart.

Everyone is making progress.

There are many scholars in the neighboring United States who are happy to accept such orders because drug dealers have a lot of money anyway.

Who can have trouble with money?
"How's the wooden tank I asked you to make?" Rommel turned his head and asked.

"We have made about 100 of them... Commander, what are these woods for?" asked Fedor von Bock.

"map!"

The guard behind him hurriedly took out a map and the two men moved away.

"I plan to place a tank company and 100 tanks in Saltillo, 300 kilometers away, to create the illusion of a mass charge. What do you think the drug traffickers will do?"

Without waiting for their answer, Rommel pointed to several cities on both sides of Monterrey and said, "They will provide support. If Monterrey is captured, the situation will be over."

"After confusing the situation, gather the remaining tank regiments to attack Anahuac in the east from Monclova, bypass the front line, occupy the choke point as soon as possible, and then split the troops into three groups to sweep. At this time, the drug traffickers will definitely be in a dilemma. If they leave, they are afraid that Monterrey will fall. If they don't leave, they are afraid that they will collapse from the northwest to the south. The initiative is in our hands."

cunning!

Weird!

cunning!

These few words come to the mind of the Chief of Staff Blog.

How the hell can a war be fought like this?
He raised his head and frowned, "What if those tanks are discovered by the enemy?"

"In the war on drugs, we are always the active attacker, making the drug dealers scream. Do you think they will charge towards the "tank group" late at night? Even if it is fake, do they dare to bet? At 2 a.m. tomorrow, the weather forecast shows light rain and low visibility. This is the best opportunity to attack." Rommel said with squinted eyes.

Blog took a deep breath.

When they were the commanders of the Fourth Battalion, the battalion commander demonstrated a daring and charging combat style, commonly known as: fighting to the death, with the eggs falling to the sky. They launched a fierce attack on the enemy camp. As long as they could tear open a gap, the situation would be tilted.

But now that he has become a division commander, Rommel began to attack from the aspects of weather, geography, and psychology, which are the qualities that a "commander" should have.

"You go to Saltillo and take charge."

Blog didn't say anything, just saluted with both legs and went downstairs to make arrangements.

Rommel looked at the defensive position in front of him and turned away!

The storm is coming!
Let Nuevo León make its own name!
In order to prevent the US military's military satellite positioning, Rommel applied for two EA-18G electronic warfare aircraft and electronic shielding of some areas so that he would not be seen by the "Sky Eye".

In fact, the Americans don’t have the energy now.

Domestic political chaos and the widespread chaos in Cancun abroad have made Congress very unhappy, and they are discussing whether to send an aircraft carrier for maintenance.

But I was afraid that Victor would react too strongly.

Playing with birds all day, now I'm being pecked by a bird.

They all treated drug dealers as ordinary chamber pots.

Brother, people are risking their lives, who would play house with you?

Ten thirty in the morning.

The light rain came as expected.

In the darkness, the sound of raindrops hitting the window could be heard.

squeak~
The wipers made a rattling sound on the glass.

With the help of Mexico's Special Mission Intelligence Agency, Ethan Hunt escaped from the Yucatan Peninsula on a cruise ship and was taken to Palenque in Chiapas.

He was originally going to Tijuana, but was sent here to serve as the director of the Confederate Intelligence Bureau, and he was in charge of all the Northern Army intelligence agencies, including the Special Mission Intelligence Branch.

The main task is to carry out sabotage and assassination of important targets and personnel.

After all, he had been in the South for so long, so he must know who was more powerful, right? No one knew the dirty things there better than him.

He holds the military rank of major general and is also the honorary president of the Mexican Intelligence School and deputy director of the Mexican General Intelligence Agency.

Victor is not at all stingy with his subordinates.

As long as you have merits and don't take drugs or sell drugs, you can climb up the ladder.

Luxurious sounds rang out in the room, accompanied by short roars and a final sprint.

The bed stopped.

A hand stretched out from under the quilt and fumbled to turn on the light. Ethan Hunt poked his head out, picked up a cigarette and lit one for himself.

Afterwards, drink a cigarette and live like a god.

A head popped out from under the quilt, with blue eyes, blonde hair, a lazy look, and the scent of a young woman on her face, lying contentedly in his arms.

Ethan Hunt is also amazing.

Cannon King!

He met this woman when he was visiting the ancient city of Palenque and the National Park. She was wearing sunglasses and looked very arrogant.

Ethan Hunt fell in love with her pair, he swears, he was dizzy with 36D.

A total playboy.

Within a few hours, we made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening and then drink, and then things just went on naturally.

MD!

It would be a shame not to be a duck.

If they go to Japan, what will those gigolos do?

I can only say that he is gifted, there is nothing I can do about it.

"I'm going back to America tomorrow." The woman raised her head to look at his profile, reached out and touched his prickly beard and said.

Ethan Hunt hugged her tightly, his eyes showing some reluctance, but he forced a smile and nodded.

Without saying anything, just this one action made the woman feel very comfortable.

The tight hug showed that he was not just playing around, but was subconsciously reluctant to let go. He smiled, knowing that they were just an open-air couple.

In fact...Ethan Hunt didn't want to take responsibility at all.

What a joke.

The man is half drunk and will act until you cry.

What you thought was affection was just a pre-planned game.

Sure enough, the woman felt the strength of his arms and felt relieved. She lowered her head and kissed Ethan Hunt's X00X. "I had a fight with my husband and we are getting a divorce."

divorce?

It turns out she is really a young woman, as expected XXX!

Ethan Hunt didn't say anything, so the woman continued to talk to herself, "He has a lot of women outside. I found out about them. I can get 25% to 30% of her assets, which is about 11 billion US dollars."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Ethan Hunt's mouth was blocked in his trachea and he started coughing violently, with one of his eyes becoming larger than the other.

? ? ? ?
I hooked up with a rich woman again?
Uh? Why use again?

Ethan Hunt looked down at him, his voice trembling a little, "What does he do?"

"A telecommunications company and a shipping company."

You can get so much property if you divorce.

No wonder there was a classic line in "Shameless Season 5 Episode ": You don't realize that God has installed an ATM between your legs.

"Life is a mess and everyone has secrets. You don't have to tell me." Ethan Hunt looked at her and said gently.

Treat rich women with respect.

And the other person looks like someone who is well taken care of. She tells everything. If you meet that kind of brutal guy, he will give you both the person and his money.

You definitely don’t know how evil people’s hearts are.

My family conditions must have been very good since I was young.

Completely different from those who have fought their way up from the grassroots.

The woman lay quietly in his arms, and the two of them continued this action for more than ten minutes. "He is in his sixties, thirty years older than me. He is impotent and can't use it, but he doesn't admit it. He plays very perverted."

"I'm only thirty years old. I can't be a widow."

That’s right, a woman in her thirties is as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, and in her forties she can breathe in and out while sitting on the ground.

"Can you go to America with me?" Ethan Hunt's hands were shaking. He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes were firm as if he wanted to join the party. "I have my own job here. Maybe the money I earn is far from your wealth, but... as a man, you don't want me to just live off you."

"But don't worry, no matter what, if you come, I will wait for you."

A lot of dirty talk.

"I liked you the first time I saw you. I liked you not because of who you are, but because I like the feeling of being with you."

The woman immediately hugged his neck, kissed him, and then... rode on him.

"Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!"

The bed began to shake again.

Young people don't know how to control themselves.

Ethan Hunt's face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked a little weak.

"If, if you can't stay here, you can go to the United States. If you want to start a business, I can support you. If you want to go into politics, I can also support you. My family has some influence in the United States, and my uncles are all members of Congress."

???

Uncles...

Member?

Ethan Hunt suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "You...what's your name?"

The woman was silent for a moment. "Penile, Penile Kennedy."

"My father's name is John."

Ga~
Ethan Hunt was immediately shocked.

I almost rolled my eyes.

Damn it, I just found someone to hook up with in the ancient city, but I ended up hooking up with a kid from the Kennedy family? ? !
Do you want to be so bloody?

"Are you afraid?"

Pernilla looked at him, "They all say that we are a family cursed by God."

Ethan Hunt stared at her. The other party's tone was very casual, but it made him very unhappy. I am the best gunner. He hugged the other party and said, "God? God should be afraid of my curse!"

"From now on, just follow me. Don't worry, whoever dares to deal with you is against me."

Ethan Hunt is talking about passion.

But he hadn't finished speaking after two sentences.

Whoever goes against my boss!

Whoever is against the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Mexican Northern Army.

Penny Kennedy smiled and hugged her like a kitten.

Ethan Hunt looked at the drizzle outside the window with a bitter expression.

Fake!

Men who can't control their lower body are prone to suffering.

No, this matter must be reported to the general.

We must carry it together.

He is indeed a good subordinate of Victor.

I didn’t think about him when I was doing X, but now I think about myself when I take responsibility.

Ethan Hunt is not shy at all.

I have shed blood for the party and the country!

and…

Perhaps this woman could be useful to the Northern Army?

He looked down at Penny Kennedy, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light.

Hey…

Then I can only make more contributions. If I squeeze a little, I should still be able to get some.

There is constant gunfire here.

There was also heavy artillery fire on the front line over there.

According to Rommel's plan, Saltillo made it look like a group of tanks were charging, but in fact, it was just wood + four wheels, which looked very cool.

Taking advantage of the rainy night, they rushed into the territory of Nuevo León.

The noise was quite loud and not hidden at all, so they were soon discovered by the drug dealers.

In the increasingly heavy rain and darkness, a group of tanks were seen speeding in the distance, scaring the drug dealers so much that their faces changed.

"Hurry, call for support. There are 100, no, 300 tanks attacking the west. Request for support, request for support!" the drug trafficker leader said in a panic.

"Brother-in-law, no, Captain, let's run. We can't hold on." A second lieutenant standing nearby had a pale expression and his legs were trembling.

"Run? You'll lose your head by then. Don't run! Support will be here soon."

The drug lord looked at his wife's brother and took a deep breath. "Didn't Mexico City send us a batch of drugs? Give them to the brothers to smoke."

The lieutenant looked nervous and embarrassed...standing still.

"So? Go now!"

"Brother-in-law, that stuff... has been sold."

The drug dealer leader suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the other person, and almost fainted. He kicked him over, cursing.

This is how it is at the grassroots level. After the drug dealers get the drugs, most of them are sold. The money goes into the pockets of the commanders, and the soldiers under them... no, they are just cannon fodder and get nothing at all.

"How many more are there?"

"890 grams..."

It's almost 1.8 catties...

The leader's mouth twitched, he held his head high, letting the raindrops fall on his face, gritted his teeth, "Give money to the brothers, tell them to hold on for an hour, 200 US dollars!"

The lieutenant looked distressed.

"Go! Do you want to die here?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The other party hurried over.

"Come on! You bastards from the north!" The drug dealer leader looked at the voice coming from the rainy night and tightly gripped the gun in his hand.

If you don’t know him, you might think he is a positive character.

"300 tanks attack the flank"

The news scared the headquarters in Monterrey, Nuevo León, so much that even the sleepy ones woke up and quickly called out to the American advisers.

A group of people gathered around a map.

"I think we need support. If we break through the defense line, we can reach Monterrey within four hours." An American adviser said with a frown.

"The Northern Army has 300 tanks? That's the configuration of a Soviet division. How can the Northerners be so arrogant?" Someone raised an objection, "It must be that the front-line soldiers saw it wrong."

"Then can you bet?" the American adviser looked at him and asked.

The other party was speechless, frowning and smoking a cigarette.

"If we transfer troops over there, the initiative will be completely out of our hands. Perhaps, we should turn the passive situation into active one. The two Monterrey regiments can directly rush into the state of Ahuila. They will definitely not dare to attack again." An officer who looked young said, pointing to the map.

The American advisor looked at him, "Who are you?"

"Sir, Federico Ferrari Orsi, Staff Officer of the 1st Mexico City Brigade."

"Junior officers, get out." The American raised his eyebrows and shouted.

Federico was dumbfounded and opened his mouth. Feeling humiliated, he was about to speak again when he was carried away by two guards.

"What a fantastic tactic!" He also heard the American advisor's disdainful voice, "Rescue, just do as I say, our American army has experience, this is definitely the main force of the Northern Army!"

Federico Ferrari Orsi felt very disappointed when he heard this and shouted, "No, I can't go. It's too passive... wuwuwu!"

The guard next to him covered his mouth.

What do junior officers want from bicycles?

Just like the “hammock system” in the Japanese army, people at the bottom cannot oppose those at the top and will be beaten.

The drug dealers in the Monterrey Command looked at each other and finally agreed with this point of view.

Order nearby reinforcements to move closer to the defense line!

We must hold back the tank group.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Assemble!" An emergency assembly call was sounded in a military camp 39 kilometers away from the defense line. A group of people quickly gathered. 40 minutes later, a regiment of more than 3000 people headed towards their destination.

And on the mountain directly opposite the military camp.

An infrared telescope was staring at them.

"Report to command, the bait is out."

Someone nearby began to convey the message using a portable communication device.

These scouts had been sent out long ago.

When Rommel, who was stationed in a small town in southern Coahuila, received news that the enemy was sending out for support, he breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately turned expressionless and looked at the map.

"I command!"

The staff officers behind him were busy taking notes of what the general was going to say.

"According to the plan, the tank group will charge, the 330th and 334th Regiments will attack, cut off the national road, and attack Biardama. The 335th Regiment will raid the inner center along the Falcon River."

"Launch, the Battle of Nuevo León!"

……

(End of this chapter)