Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 367 Victor began to open his bloody mouth!

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Del Oro!

This important city in the southern part of Coahuila state is solemn, with chrysanthemums hanging along the streets to symbolize remembrance.

The silence is a bit sad.

On Victor Square.

There were hundreds of coffins, draped with the Mexican flag, a symbol of courage, and inside them lay the members of Company A who had died in the battle for "Village de Savillian".

Some of them had their skulls shattered by bombs, leaving them unrecognizable. However, in order to allow them to travel safely, they were still repaired by an undertaker who spent a long time repairing them.

Many of the bodies still had shrapnel left on them.

General Kennedy, Commander-in-Chief of the Army, was in uniform.

Following behind him were Rommel of the 4th Marine Division and Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock.

There are also hundreds of soldiers.

Amid the deep funeral music, honor guards slowly entered the venue, carrying the coffin into the C-130 transport plane.

"Shot!"

boom!
boom!
The bullet was fired at an angle of 45 degrees, and its sound resounded through the sky!
The transport plane rushed into the sky like a giant bird soaring towards freedom.

The flight from Del Oro to Tijuana took more than two hours, and the entire journey was clear, with towers along the way expressing their condolences.

Arriving at the capital.

It was already drizzling.

Many foreign representatives went to the side to take shelter from the rain.

Victor stood in the rain in his military uniform, watching the plane circle three times overhead and then slowly land.

"He's quite inviting." Diane Rodham muttered loudly while hiding under the eaves.

But no one paid any attention to her.

I think she is a crazy woman. Doesn’t she know what to say and when?
When he gets beaten, he'll start crying.

Donald, a soldier himself, admired Victor's behavior. He believed that only a nation that respects its soldiers has hope.

10:45 am.

The transport plane landed at Tijuana Victor International Airport, and the honor guard fired 275 shots into the air, symbolizing the 275 martyrs of Company A, leaving only one person alive in the entire company.

At this time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, with tears in his eyes. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body, but his life was saved. Two doctors followed him.

Victor walked to the hatch of the transport plane.

"Let me do it." He whispered to the guard of honor, stretched out his hand to lift the coffin, and patted the heavy shoulder. "Let's go home."

Casare wiped his eyes and followed, taking a corner from another guard of honor and marching solemnly in the heavy rain.

Place the coffin in the designated location.

The national anthem began to play. Victor stroked his chest and sang loudly. The raindrops went into his mouth, with a slightly salty taste.

After the song was over, according to the procedure, Victor presented a wreath. He was soaked all over. Under the gaze of reporters and thousands of participants, he walked in front of the coffins, knelt on one knee, and the eyes of this grown man were red.

A tough guy is choking.

Reporters recorded this scene and broadcast it on television.

Millions of people in Mexico and around the world saw Victor pay respect to the fallen soldiers, taking a knee, a rare act in world history.

Donald looked at this scene and sighed softly.

If it weren't for the different positions, if he was a few decades younger, every soldier would be willing to serve under such a leader.

Victor kneels.

If the CIA wants to disintegrate him within the military, it will probably be a dead end, as he embodies the cult of personality!
This is destined to become a landmark historical moment.

After mourning in front of the coffin for a few minutes, Victor slowly stood up and turned around. He looked at everyone, raised his hands and clenched his fists, "Long live the great Mexican warriors!!"

"Long live all the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the motherland!!"

It rained heavily that day.

The soldiers below saw a man with his hands raised high. Casare felt a heat spreading in his chest. He raised his hands and shouted angrily, "Long live!"

Then dozens of people, hundreds of people, and finally the entire venue were cheering!
In a residential area in Tijuana.

The two boys sitting on the ground stopped playing with their toys, and one of the half-grown boys suddenly jumped up, "Viva! Long live the Mexican war on drugs! Long live Victor!"

"Brother!" He turned his head and looked at his still breastfeeding brother, shouting excitedly, "When I grow up I want to be a soldier. If I die, I will lie in the coffin while people outside cheer for me. How cool that would be."

As he spoke, Pao walked into the house, took out a military cap, put it on his head, and saluted his breastfeeding brother in a very awkward manner. It looked a little out of place, but his expression was serious.

"Brother, I will protect you like a father. I am a soldier!"

My younger brother opened his eyes, and then he curved his eyebrows as if he understood, and then he shouted and applauded.

Although he couldn't speak clearly, he must be very happy.

"Dear comrades, please wait for us. When Mexico is full of dandelions, I will come to find you. When that time comes, please don't forget me."

Victor's voice was filled with good wishes for the future.

In the Venezuelan camp, only Nicolás Maro Moro was left. Everyone else was in the rain. He looked at Victor, slightly distracted, and then raised his hand and shouted.

He didn't know what to shout.

But he knew that shouting was the right thing to do.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva looked at him with complicated eyes.

The figures of Victor and Che Guevara overlap.

“Perhaps, the savior of Latin Americans has really come.”

The memorial service will last until 2 p.m., when a military vehicle will carry the coffin to the National Cemetery, where it will be mourned by the family.

And in this gap.

Victor wants to meet with the American delegation.

"Boss, go take a shower." Casare said, handing over a towel.

"No, don't be so pretentious. Let's go."

He acted decisively and led a group of people to the reception room in the airport. Of course, there was not enough space for more than a hundred people, and only a few important people were there.

As soon as Victor came in, he went straight to the point without any greetings, "How do you want to negotiate? We have also shown you our demands. Do you agree?"

Donald was startled and frowned.

Victor's demands were many.

This includes canceling the reservoir interception of the upper reaches of the Colorado River and canceling the agreement previously signed between the Mexican government and the United States to provide water resources to the United States every five years.

All agency business of American companies in Mexico from the old Mexican era is not recognized.

Demands that the United States recognize the North as the only legitimate government.

Etc., etc.

There are more than 40 in total.

Mexico has only one.

Will sign a peace treaty with the United States and will not intensify the conflict between the two sides.

Don't take the initiative to fire the first shot.

Donald Rumsfeld said solemnly, "Maybe we should sit down and talk."

Victor checked his watch. "Of course!"

Casare, who was standing next to him, was very considerate and pulled out a chair for the boss to sit down.

"You only have ten minutes. No, eight minutes left."

"You should show goodwill in the negotiations, Victor. You should know that your approach is exacerbating the conflict between the two countries and is irrational. If a dispute really arises, it's all your fault," Diane Rodham said with a frown.

"That's why you're attracted to her?" Victor asked Casare.

The latter was stunned and chuckled.

"Your husband is fooling around outside and can't satisfy you. Why don't you come to my brother and I can satisfy all the political ideals you want."

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Donald was stunned and rubbed his temple.

Diane Rodham's chest was puffed up with anger.

"disagree?"

Victor slammed his hand on the table. "What do you mean by disagreeing? Let me take a step back? Do you Americans have a big butt? What a jerk. Let me tell you, I remember the incident when Raytheon and a few bastards launched missiles at Tijuana. If you want to negotiate, I will give you face. If you don't agree, tomorrow, there will be no Raytheon executives left. No one who offends me, Victor, will live to see the sun tomorrow."

"Damn it, I gave you face, but you didn't agree, and we don't recognize the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. Sooner or later, I will take those states back!"

"Go away, go back and prepare to mobilize troops for the decisive battle." Victor snorted coldly, turned around and left without stopping at all.

He just overturned the table.

Do you think I'm playing country with you?
Diane Rodham had never seen Victor before, and was frightened by his hideous appearance.

He...wouldn't hit a woman, would he?
It's just something that comes handy.

Donald Rumsfeld knew this would happen!
The United States has a correct policy of treating other Latin American countries as its own backyard, but if its butt is on fire, it will really be on fire. Look at Mexico now, if the football team kicks it, the ball will be considered smuggled.

But despite taking precautions early and late, I still saw a ghost.

Who would have thought that while Cuba was doing fine, Mexico, right under its nose, was rising and beginning to have the ability to attack the United States.

There are currently two factions in the United States.

The first group is the doves, who believe in maintaining peace with Mexico and avoiding conflict as much as possible. They are mainly composed of peace-loving people, financial tycoons and grassroots farmers.

The second is the hawks. While the other side has not yet completely unified Mexico, they will directly send troops to crush the northern regime. Necessary sacrifices are acceptable. Even if all the border cities are blown up, it is better than being overturned at the negotiation table in the future.

Donald Rumsfeld is one of them.

There are also some bigwigs in the military-industrial complex and some ambitious people.

Fight or talk...

The acting president opted for peace talks.

The political arena cannot afford another upset.

The American elites just want a smooth transition of power.

"and many more!"

As Victor was about to step out with his left foot, Donald Rumsfeld finally spoke.

"Sit down, Victor, and don't use such tricks. We can continue our conversation."

"Mexicans' water resources must be in our hands!"

"can."

Victor smiled and sat back down, "Four more minutes."

Donald sighed and started a "tit-for-tat" with Victor.

...

Half an hour later.

Victor walked out of the meeting room satisfied.

He also extended his hand and shook hands with Donald, "Old Secretary of Defense, if the Americans don't like you in the future, you can come to Mexico. Here, I can appoint you as Secretary of Defense!"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I am an American, I will not betray my country."

Victor smiled and didn't care.

The results of today's negotiations were reported back to the country, and he had a lot to suffer.

Before leaving, he gave a meaningful smile to Diane Rodham beside him.

"You really gave your grandson-in-law a big back door." She didn't dare to confront Victor. After all, the other party was a real lunatic and would really beat him up, while Donald was a "ruled" person.

Hearing her slightly sarcastic words, the old man didn't argue with him.

He really wanted to do something.

But the United States is full of bureaucracy, and it is difficult to get a leader out of them. If Donald disagrees with this kind of thing, it will take a long time to proceed.

Donald understood that he would probably become a scapegoat when he returned this time. He looked much older in an instant.

"Hey!"

Someone has to do this. The United States can't continue to be in chaos.

Now the Soviet Union is not even as dangerous as Mexico.

Victor…

But he is a warmonger.

Diane Rodham glanced at him, snorted twice, and left with her people. She didn't even bother to go to the hotel and went straight to the airport.

"Old General..." The subordinates standing behind Donald looked at him worriedly. The former's legs went weak and the latter hurriedly supported him.

"It's okay, let's go."

Looking at how Victor bullied the old man, his back looked a little desolate.

However, the negotiation process was indeed fruitful.

Agree to demolish the water conservancy projects on the river and not interfere with farmers' water use.

Secondly, agree that Mexico will deal with companies and individuals involved in "criminal activities" in Mexico on its own.

Another point is that by reopening the border between the two countries, Victor cannot expel Americans or prevent the normal development of American companies.

As for compensation.

Willing to pay US$6.7 million in compensation.

Of course, this money was paid by the crazy people at Raytheon.

Victor must not deliberately create border conflicts, and ensure that shells do not fall into the United States during the drug war.

Victor agreed to all of this.

The main reason was that the small-scale conflicts with the United States caused a high casualties among the US military, more than the entire Gulf War. Internal peace activists began to wave flags and shout slogans again, and the drug dealers let go by Victor were creating public security problems again. The consequences of the death of the black leader have not ended yet.

Anyway, the BUFFs are fully stacked and it's a complete mess.

The situation is similar to that of the Soviet Union.

Both of them were holding on to their last breath, and it was just a matter of time before they saw who would die first.

Victor also wanted to recover the old territory, but his military capabilities were still insufficient, so he had to agree to peace talks.

"Goebbels, write a good report on this news. I want all Mexicans to know that we have defeated the United States!"

The Minister of Propaganda nodded vigorously.

“The myth of American invincibility has been shattered.”

...

When Diane Rodham and her entourage arrived at the airport and were sitting in the special plane to rest, an American official who was going to the airport supermarket to buy things ran over in a hurry, looked around nervously, walked up to her and whispered something in her ear.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! He said he came to see you on behalf of the Central Government and hoped that you could help him. It would be best if you could help to contact the arms company. They are willing to support Mr. William Jefferson to take the presidency."

Diane Rodham's heart moved, "How can they help? They can't even protect themselves!"

The official said in a low voice.

"They wish to see you."

The woman thought about it and shook her head cautiously, "It's not very convenient here in Tijuana. Ask him to go to the United States to find me."

The official nodded, "I did, but he seemed very anxious."

Diane Rodham frowned, "Then bring him up."

The other party responded, called someone, ran off the plane, and looked around cautiously.

Less than ten minutes later, the two people came back, but one of them looked a little bloated?
"Ma'am, hello, I'm the director of Mexican intelligence, my name is Aldous Wendell, and Popovich is my brother."

"Please take a seat."

"Thank you." He thanked her and as soon as his butt was touched, he couldn't wait to say, "We are very sincere. If you are willing to help us resist the Victor rebels, we are willing to help you wholeheartedly."

"I'm sorry, but we have already negotiated with the Northern Army."

Aldous Wendel had no ability to negotiate at all. When he heard what the other party said, he became anxious and spoke directly.

"We can cede Baja California and Nuevo León to you!"

Diane Rodham: ????
U.S. official: ????

airplane:????

Take Victor's territory and give it to the United States?
and…

How long have you been doing this game of ceding land?!

Still playing like this!!

……

(End of this chapter)