Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 368 Attack!!!
Diane Rodham is no fool.

Not to mention whether the US government will have a large-scale conflict with Victor, the land is of no use at all, and the Mexicans on it have to be taken care of. The power of Hispanics in the United States is already very complicated.

Millions more...

Oh no, who should I vote for?

Wouldn’t there be a lot more beggars on the streets?
It will not stimulate the economy within the United States, and will stimulate Victor externally, which is not cost-effective.

Diane Rodham would rather lie back and be a vampire.

So I rejected the proposal outright.

Aldous Wendell was a little dazed, "How could... this..."

If his brother wasn't Popovich, he would be just an ordinary gangster now, without any vision or negotiation skills.

Diane Rodham coughed softly.

“The land is of no use to us, but we care about it for the Mexican economy.”

"We are discussing the North American Free Trade Agreement with Canada. If Mexico is willing, it can also join. At that time, we will not restrict tariffs, goods can flow freely between each other, and American companies can also increase their investment in Mexico. What do you think?"

Aldous Wendel's brain was like a testicle. He didn't understand the ins and outs of this at all. He just listened to what the old witch said and thought it was pretty good.

"Also, your current economic system is too chaotic. If you give the power to issue currency to the Federal Reserve, we can definitely help you build a new monetary system without being strangled by Victor."

Aldous Wendell shook his head.

Diane Rodham frowned slightly, thinking that the other party had seen through her little trick, but Aldous said seriously, "The peso has no way to reflect its value. If possible, I hope to use US dollars instead of pesos."

Isn't that what drug dealers do?

Have you ever seen a drug dealer accepting pesos?

This silenced the old witch. After a while, she spoke, "You'd better send someone to the United States to have a good talk."

"No problem, my brother has given me full responsibility. As long as you can give us help, all this will not be a problem!"

Diane Rodham's eyes flashed. She knew that her husband coveted the position of the next president. If she could create benefits for the United States at this time, there would definitely be a great chance.

"What do you want?"

"Can you help me kill Victor?" Aldous Wendel said hopefully.

Seeing the other party's gloomy expression, he felt helpless, "You guys can't do it either?"

Diane Rodham felt looked down upon and coughed twice. "We have negotiated with the Northern Army and will not fight directly, but I can introduce you to some important people. They have been dissatisfied with Victor for a long time. If you are willing to pay some benefits, I think you will get a lot, including the weapons you need, and... mercenaries."

Americans love to be bitches.

"Just take our special plane and get this matter settled as soon as possible." Diane Rodham said decisively.

Of course the Mexican would not refuse, as he had never been on a private plane.

"Let's go, let's get people to take off."

The accompanying official was stunned, "Madam, shouldn't we wait for Mr. Donald and the others?"

"His grandson-in-law is here. Are you still worried that he won't have enough to eat and won't be warm? Let's go! He can go back by himself."

The old witch had accumulated power for a long time, and no one present dared to refute her. They could only apply to the tower for permission to leave the country, which was quickly approved.

In the United States, given her status, no one dared to criticize her for even moderately excessive behavior.

The special plane carrying Diane Rodham and her group flew back to the United States first.

Donald was on his way now.

When the secretary received the news and conveyed this to him, the old defense minister almost had a heart attack and his face turned pale, but he finally took a deep breath and said, "Go buy the nearest plane ticket to Washington."

"Sir, will that woman go back and... discredit us in the media? This will be a blow to our party." The secretary next to him said carefully, fearing that it would irritate the old man.

Donald's right eyebrow jumped, "She wouldn't be that shameless...right?"

The secretary said nothing and just looked at him.

Don’t you know how shameless American politicians are?

"No! Contact Acting President James Dan Quaid first and let him make a government speech first!"

"I understand!" The secretary was a little excited.

It would be strange if the two parties didn't fight.

If the peace talks are handled well this time, it will be the acting president's achievement and he will be able to keep all power in his own party. But if the Democrats get ahead of him, then a good thing will turn into a bad thing.

The media has two mouths, the upper one lies and the lower one keeps it closed.

"Hurry up, speed up." Donald urged the driver, who stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Victor participated in the burial ceremony of the soldiers at the National Cemetery. He buried the first batch of soil for each fallen soldier. The relatives beside him cried, which was very touching.

With red eyes, he said to the relatives, "If you have any difficulties, you can go to the local government. If they don't care, you can come to me. I won't let my soldiers lie here and worry about their families."

He comforted each family and showed great patience.

By the time everything was done, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

There was a sunset glow in the sky.

In the car, George Smiley reported that Donald had been left behind, which made Victor stunned. Then he laughed, "An old general who has devoted himself to the country is not as good as an old prostitute."

"America will die sooner or later!"

George Smiley and Cazareth and his party nodded vigorously.

"Our people also found a man on the US special plane. According to the intelligence department's search, this man is Popovich's brother Aldous Wendell. Maybe they were doing some kind of deal, and the other party did not get off the plane, but followed the special plane directly."

"Do you want to activate Hydra's intelligence agency?"

Victor said with disdain, "A bunch of rats are entangled with each other, what could it be? Don't they just want to overthrow me?"

"If Popovich dares to go along with the Americans, then kill him first!"

"I command!"

"All members of the First, Second, and Third Divisions will finish their rest and move towards the central region. We will never give the enemy a chance to catch their breath!"

"Also, carry out a decapitation operation against Popovich and the top leaders of the PI Party!"

"We do not recognize the legitimacy of their government. The only legal one is in the North!"

"From today on, the Northern Army will be renamed the First Mexican Republic, and Cuauhcmote will be promoted as the first president. I will be the head of the country's military, political, financial, and educational affairs."

"Other positions remain unchanged!"

Victor spoke very quickly, and the secretary next to him also took notes very quickly!
"Promote Kennedy to Army General, four Marine division commanders to Lieutenant Generals, and other division-level officers to Major Generals!"

"Spread this message across the country and tell all Mexicans!"

Victor had wanted to make reforms a long time ago.

The Northern Army and the Northern Army really sound like warlords. Those in the central and southern parts are drug traffickers, so the orthodoxy lies in Victor, so they naturally cannot be called that. The First Republic is because this name has appeared in history, and in the future it will certainly not be like the United States where each state is in charge. What is the difference between this and the separatist rule of military governors in the late Tang Dynasty?
If you want to do it, centralize it!

As for Kwaukmote, he was just the candidate he threw out.

He was bombed by a missile for you. Now he is well. The doctor said that although it is impossible for him to recover to be a normal person because his legs are a little different, you can't let him retire. Victor is not going to do such a thing.

Most importantly, 30 years old!
So conspicuous!

Let Kwaukmot take the lead.

"I will never allow three governments to exist in Mexico!"

"Do a good job on Popovich's gang." Victor looked at George Smiley, who had a sinister look in his eyes. "Make sure you complete the mission, General!"

"Let's drive."

The convoy drove towards the Governor's Mansion. George Smiley stood and said to his subordinates, "Start the intelligence positioning. I want to know his whereabouts in the past two days."

"Yes!"

The Tijuana news, which started on time at 7:30 p.m., reported several major events, including changing its name to the First Mexican Republic, negotiating peace with the United States, and reaching a consensus between the two sides to recognize it as the only legitimate government.

Second, the United States agreed to remove reservoirs and other facilities on the upper reaches of the Colorado River, allowing Mexican farmers to use the water flow unconditionally.

Cheers broke out across Mexico!

"The days of Mexicans being bullied are over!"

"Now enter, Victor Era!!"

……

"preparation!"

"put!!!"

Outside Nuevo León.

A regiment of Rommel's 4th Division had already reached the outskirts of Monterrey.

团级支援火力包括包括21门D-30榴弹炮+6门绰号“石勒喀”的ZUS23-4自行高炮以及12门M-99 76毫米山炮！

This firepower...

Tsk tsk tsk, even the Soviets who are known as "firepower men" are absolutely luxurious. This is just an ordinary regiment. If it were a division, there would be hundreds of guns. NMD, what kind of defense line can withstand this?
This kind of firepower has always been a headache for the CIA. Where did all those new weapons come from when the Mexicans fell?
To put it bluntly, Mexico already has the capability to launch a large-scale war involving several countries.

Before the artillery bombardment, civilian areas had been demarcated and assigned, and as long as civilians entered the green zone, they would be fine.

So, tens of thousands of civilians brought their families into a small town northwest of Monterey, with no tents, no lights, and some were starving.

The cries and confused calls were deafening.

But some people...

Very bold.

Three Asian men with crew cuts carrying large boxes, one of them also carrying an AK47, placed the boxes on an open space, and then stood up a wooden board with words written on it in Spanish: 3 US dollars a box of food.

!!!

"Brother Nan, is there really anyone buying it?" an Asian man who looked very young asked in a low voice.

"Although they are all refugees, they all carry money. At this time, money is the least valuable. I was very conscientious to give them $3. When I was serving in the French Foreign Legion, I followed my companions to the Amazon jungle. Do you know what I saw in there?" The strongest man stared with his eyes like copper bells.

"Some people sell instant noodles to those gold diggers, paying with gold. The instant noodles that cost a few dollars outside are sold for dozens or even hundreds of dollars inside!"

The two fellow villagers squatting beside him swallowed.

"So don't say we sell it at a high price. We didn't force them to buy it, right?"

"Brother Nan is right!"

"Ashu, be careful later. If anyone dares to mess around, shoot! Don't hesitate."

"Okay, Brother Nan!" A short man nodded firmly.

Finally, some refugees came over, mainly because they smelled so good...

He held his daughter in his arms, looked at the sign, and hesitated, "3 dollars?"

"Yes."

"Give me one." The other person carefully turned around, took out the money and handed it over.

A fellow villager opened the big box and took out a portion of... fried rice!
You can also see corn kernels and diced radish on top.

“I see meat underneath…” The refugee frowned as he saw the fried rice.

"The next 20 dollars."

"Give me one."

That's actually Kung Pao Chicken + scrambled eggs.

The price is not cheap.

But I really can't stand the hunger.

More and more people inevitably gathered around...

"We're rich, Brother Nan! We're rich!"

Brother Nan grinned and was about to speak when he saw a string of green flares flying into the sky, and then heard the whistling sound of artillery shells, boom boom boom!!!
Monterey was bombed as if it were daytime!

"The Northern Army bombarded!!!"

"The Northern Army is attacking!!"

The refugees hurriedly stood up, panicking and at a loss. Some of the brave ones looked up at Monterrey, which was devastated by the bombing, in the distance. That was their hometown.

Sobbing quietly.

The Asian man named Nan opened his mouth and swallowed his saliva with a gulp. Perhaps he felt that his action was a bit unbecoming, so he smiled and said to his brothers, "What a big firework."

Of course, the companion next to him couldn't say that his legs were shaking too.

That's just terrible!
Even at such a long distance, one could almost feel the Grim Reaper's scythe scraping across their faces.

If I wasn’t still doing business, I would have just turned around and run away!

The shelling lasted for nearly ten minutes, and the entire center of Monterrey was reduced to ruins!
The governor of Nuevo León, José Andrés Guardado, is in hiding, surrounded by drug dealers, and he looks a little... old.

Ever since he learned that his three regiments had been disbanded, he had been somewhat devastated.

Damn, you trusted me too much. Federico is a loser.

4000 people can't take down a small village? How is that possible!

That was his own Monterey division.

This must be false propaganda by the Northern Army, or it could be Federico's mistake in command. 4000VS300, the advantage is clearly on my side!
Now there are only about 2000 armed forces left.

Defend Monterey!
After hearing that the bombardment was over, José Andrés Guardado gave an order, "Hurry up and get everyone out of the tunnel. After the bombardment is over, the Northern Army will definitely rush up. According to the plan, we must break up into small groups and hold the corners of the ruins!"

The subordinates next to him were busy conveying orders through the communication machine.

Soon after, we saw many heads popping out from the sewers and air-raid shelters like rats.

They rushed into the battlefield without a word and with red eyes.

Obviously they were all on drugs.

The little leaders around them were still instigating them.

"Defend Monterrey, and each person will be rewarded with $1 and 2000g of drugs!"

"But if anyone backs down, don't blame me for being merciless with my military law!"

There is also a supervisory team behind.

If anyone runs, shoot.

The drug army is also becoming more and more formalized...

No, maybe they were legitimate government forces before?
Beep beep beep~
At this moment, the charge horn sounded from far away.

"Northern Army!!!"

"attack!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)