Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 371 Ares PMC Defense Company? !
5 month 15 day.

Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun!
The fog was very thick.

It's a simple day, but it's not that simple today.

The funeral of "Grand Master" Abrego will be held today.

In order to show their own righteousness, drug dealers in the South widely publicized his great achievements, such as building bridges and roads in the local area, distributing cash to the poor, etc., making him seem like a positive character.

Long-term struggle with northern warlords.

In the end...he died heroically at the hands of Victor's despicable tactics.

It also required several southern states to fly flags at half-mast in the coming days and hold mourning ceremonies in the square.

The cardinal prayed in front of the coffin holding a Bible.

All the big shots came, and Abrego's mistresses were crying their eyes out.

It's over.

The purse is gone.

How to maintain high-intensity consumption in the future?

Abrego's sons stood expressionlessly in three corners, surrounded by their younger brothers. Judging from their atmosphere...

Not friendly at all!
The main reason is that Abrego died too suddenly, and no successor has been trained or designated yet. Besides...

Where does the logic of the father's death and the son's inheritance come from in a family of drug dealers?

Whoever has the bigger fist is right!

Otherwise, do you think they are willing to cooperate with Arturo Decena, the new "Z" of "Los Zetas"?
Pooh!
It’s because the opponent is too good at fighting.

When Abrego was the "Grand Master", he liked this young man and helped him a lot. Los Zetas, which was crippled by the Northern Army, recruited people from all over the world, including robbers, special forces, guerrillas...

As long as you come, one is enough.

In addition to American weapons, there are armored vehicles, off-road vehicles, and even missile vehicles.

As long as you allow...

They can deploy a company-level combat team across the country within four hours, of course...only in the central and southern parts, or the north?

He was beaten into pieces as soon as he landed from the air.

Los Zetas’ strength is even more “wild” than before.

After the pastor's final prayer.

Accompanied by Abrego's favorite music: "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley.

Several sons and senior executives carried his coffin and walked slowly towards the cemetery.

The women sobbed quietly.

Woo~!!! Woo woo woo!!!

Suddenly, the air raid sirens sounded, interrupting the crying and shouting, and everyone looked up in panic.

Bodyguards in suits rushed over.

"Sir, leave quickly. Four Northern Army planes are retreating towards Cancun. The Air Force has already gone to intercept them!"

A senior military official said anxiously to the pseudo-President Elvis Salinas.

He listened.

What the hell!

Run!

Just run away.

I was afraid that I would be a step late and would end up lying here with Abrego.

Seeing him running away, the others retreated quickly!
The people from Los Zetas protected Arturo de Sena as he got into the car. As for the three brothers over there, the eldest and the youngest left the coffin and ignored them.

The second son, Berman, had some conscience, but only a little. After hesitating for a moment, he ran away with his relatives.

The Southern Army now mostly uses the US military's F-4 Phantom fighter jets, while the Northern Army uses the F14, a third-generation fighter jet.

Although each has its own advantages, under the standard of supersonic flight, the F14 has better endurance. A "Tomcat" dived into the group of fighter jets that came to intercept it, and turned the opponent's situation upside down.

"Lock it! Lock it!!"

The red dot on the radar was blinking vigorously. The F14 pilot pressed the button decisively, and the AIM-9 "Sidewinder" rushed out with a "whoosh".

Infrared guided...

The Southern Army quickly changed direction, but the missile's speed of Mach 2.5 quickly caught up with the F4. It was useless to step on the floor gas as it hit the flank.

The wings were blown off directly, and the whole plane was shattered into pieces.

The rest of the ghosts fled in fear.

The remaining F14s rushed to the funeral site and dropped three incendiary bombs above it. The huge flames immediately engulfed the venue.

die?
If you offend Victor, you will die in discomfort!
These pilots flew over the busy area very "arrogantly". The sonic booms they produced caused the windows on both sides to shake continuously and the white-collar workers working inside to scream loudly.

You can see the pilot's face clearly in the cockpit!
"Return!"

Following the captain's order, the F14 rushed into the sky and ran away before the Southern Air Force could react.

As for dropping bombs on other areas...

Totally unnecessary.

He hasn't called me yet. Call me first.

And after taking Victor's position, he has more to consider, such as the ecological environment. The Yucatan Peninsula is a famous tourist attraction in Mexico. If it is done well, it will be no worse than the Maldives every year.

Some things, once they explode, really explode.

After the plane left, Abrego's sons and some senior executives came back. Looking at the scorched conference hall, the second son, Berman, knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"Victor, fuck me!"

All right…

Now "Grand Master" Abrego has turned into ashes and is scattered everywhere.

Berman wiped his eyes, stood up, and glanced at the funeral venue. He looked at his elder brother, who also had a gloomy face, and shouted, "Georgia, Victor did this, didn't you say anything?"

"Sir, sir, don't be anxious. We...we will go to the media to protest right now! Condemn Victor for his disrespect for the dead!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses who was standing next to the boss Giorgia stood up and said.

Berman was so angry that he laughed, "Protest! Fuck you!" He was about to beat him up, but fortunately the people next to him held him back.

"Revenge! Victor must be taught a lesson!" Giorgia's face twitched and he felt angry.

Mexicans are very "respectful" of death, and it would be a blasphemy to affect the souls of the dead.

After Victor killed El Mencho, several events to commemorate him took place in Jalisco. Some people went to summon his spirit, and when the police went there, they were beaten up by those people.

The angry local garrison drove tanks and armored vehicles to reason with them, and they "accepted" (were forced to do so).

No one refuted him at this time.

After all, no one can bear such a situation.

Victor is such a jerk.

November 5rd, 16:19 p.m.

The pseudo-government state of Zacatecas in the central region fired more than 200 rockets at Tugolan state, hitting the southern city of Minskitar and killing 78 people on the spot. One of the rockets hit a local wedding.

Many people were affected at that time, and more than two hundred people were injured!
The wedding suddenly turned into a funeral.

The 1st Marine Division stationed here is of course unhappy!

MD, you dare to fight back?

The division commander immediately ordered the 1st, rd and th Regiments, totaling more than people, to advance across the state of Zacatecas.

The war has begun!

But this state is a rare central plateau area with an average altitude of 2300 meters. Since ancient times, this kind of war has been extremely difficult to fight, especially since most of the people in the st Marine Division suffer from altitude sickness.

In addition, it is surrounded by mountains and there are many tribes living here, such as the Chichimecs. Even the powerful Aztecs failed to conquer them. When the Spanish invaded, they were treated like monkeys here.

Although they are called tribes, they are actually modern civilizations, and most of them make a living by growing "Mexican cash crops". Their tribal chiefs enjoy great power.

After Victor launched the "War on Drugs", they bought a lot of weapons from drug dealers and arms dealers, basically becoming the kings of the mountain. However, because the sales channels were controlled by other drug dealers, their financial capabilities were very poor.

But I can fight!
Slippery or not.

They are always elusive, and there are many poisonous snakes and wild animals in the Western Madrid Mountains, which cause considerable trouble to the troops.

Three days!

The entire army had not yet climbed the mountains, but had already suffered 21 non-combat casualties, and about 300 people were poisoned and rushed to the rear hospital.

With more than 10,000 people, I feel suffocated!
"How can we fight this war when the non-combat casualties exceed that of a reinforced company? I say, just call for the 32nd Missile Brigade to bomb that valley. No matter how deep the capital is hidden, it will be razed to the ground!"

Lieutenant General Sigmut List shouted angrily and unscrewed the disciplinary button on his military uniform. The weather was hot and stuffy, and the war situation was not going smoothly. He felt like his stool was dry.

Bombing with missiles?

The staff officers below looked at each other and thought this was a good idea.

But it seems that there are still 12 people in the capital...all of them were killed in the explosion!
"We couldn't bring heavy weapons up there, and it rained heavily at night. The mountain was too slippery, and one-third of the non-combat casualties were killed by sliding down the mountain." Major General Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg said nearby, "The troops have never conducted combat drills in high-altitude and cold plateau areas."

"Will there be no war without tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery?!"

"When did you become as pretentious as the Yankees?"

"When our First Marine Division was established, it was composed entirely of light infantry, and we still made the drug dealers flee in panic."

Lieutenant General Higmut List frowned and looked at the map. Although he cursed, he also pointed out that the state of Zacatecas was notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Its capital is sandwiched in a valley, so even if you want to provide firepower coverage, it will be blocked by the barriers on both sides.

"Let's use armed helicopters, carry armored vehicles and soldiers and airdrop them directly to the capital..." said a staff officer.

"Then how many people should we send? 200? 300? Or 500? With such a small number of people, you know, those drug dealers can become militants if they are given a gun. When they all surround us, and our follow-up support troops haven't arrived yet, can the airborne troops withstand the firepower of the militants?" As soon as the other party finished speaking, someone else retorted.

"I still think we should play it safe. If that doesn't work..." Major General Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg's face turned grim, "We'll just drop weapons of mass destruction and burn the capital down!"

"That shabby place has been there for hundreds of years. It's time to move it."

"Just like Li Mei in Tokyo!"

The command post fell silent in an instant.

Everyone looked at the division commander Sigmut List.

This tactic is simply the epitome of the "aesthetics of mass bombing violence", but one thing about it is that it will cause great harm to civilians.

The teacher placed his hands on the table, tapping his fingers gently, making a rhythmic "dong dong dong" sound. His brows were sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, and finally about a few minutes passed.

"Request air force support from headquarters!"

agreed!
The Chief of Staff remained serious and said, "Yes!"

When Admiral Kennedy, who was in charge of the "Headquarters" in Tijuana, received the "operation plan" from the 1st Marine Division.

He stared...

Good guy…

Everyone here is a war criminal. You won't let it go unless the general goes to jail, right?

It also read: "Request 60 bombers, carrying 500 tons of napalm barrels to carry out an airdrop attack on the capital of Zacatecas state!"

MD…

The Air Force has so many bombers?

How come Kennedy didn't know?
At most, there are only more than 20 aircraft, most of which are of the old generation in the United States, such as 17 B-24 bombers nicknamed "Liberators", 1 F-111 fighter-bomber, and 2 "Super Fortress" B-50 bombers!
At that time, this thing was spotted by the "satellite" in the United States, and the Americans were obviously surprised.

Wardfa!
Why are all the bombers of the Mexican Air Force made in the United States?

According to intelligence personnel in the United States, the Pentagon questioned United Aircraft Corporation and Lockheed, but they also looked confused.

I don’t understand, I don’t know, I don’t know.

He really knows nothing about anything.

Of course the Pentagon didn't believe it. It couldn't have appeared out of thin air. They thought those military-industrial enterprises were not honest, but no one suggested conducting a thorough investigation of them.

What a joke.

"Will it be approved or not?" the secretary asked in a low voice.

"Give it to me for signature, and then I'll go find the general for signature." Kennedy was still very responsible and would not shirk his responsibilities. He also knew that his command ability was not good, so he was willing to be someone who "only knew how to sign."

He quickly wrote his name, stamped it with the headquarters' seal, and then came to Victor in person with the document.

I stood at the door and took a deep breath. Just as I was about to knock, I saw the door open and Casare walked out.

"Huh? Kennedy? You're here to see the boss."

"Ah, yes."

"Then come in quickly."

Kennedy walked into the office and saw the general feeding...the dog.

A Border Collie.

It is very obedient and understands human nature. Now it is the darling of the Governor's Office. Wherever it goes, there are basically people who will feed it.

I picked this up on the road.

"Okay, go play by yourself." Victor patted the dog, and the dog walked away with its tongue sticking out and its tail wagging. It nodded at Kennedy when it passed by him.

The other party also saw a tag hanging around the dog's neck.

Take a closer look.

In Spanish it reads: Los yanquis son malos (The Americans are bad.)
Kennedy smiled and stroked its head.

"What's up, man?"

"General, here is a request report. The 20st Marine Division hopes to drop incendiary petrol bombs on the capital of Zacatecas State. We are requesting sorties..."

“I remember that place was at a high altitude.”

"About 2750 meters."

Victor nodded, "That's indeed a difficult attack. Are 20 sorties enough?"

"How about this, today is May 5, tomorrow is Monday, and until Friday, 23 planes a day, for five consecutive days. I want to see how stubborn the city above is."

A B-24 can carry 30 tons of load. If it has cluster bombs like the US E-46, each one is 500 kilograms, it can carry 60 of them!
20 planes means more than 1200 missiles.

That's roughly equivalent to dropping 600 tons of incendiary bombs in one night??!
I think I'm not wrong.

Five days...

3000 tons!
"No...there's no need to be so extravagant." Kennedy felt it was a bit too much.

You are planning to leave no grass behind.

"We should give priority to the arsenal. We didn't have the conditions before, but now we have a lot of money. Of course we have to give it up. We also need to let the puppet government in the central region see the consequences of resisting us. We also need to let those knowledgeable people understand. Only then can we defend the glory of Mexico."

"We must fight the arrogance of drug traffickers and the fake government. Even if they have an air force, they must understand that the Mexican sky belongs to us."

Victor had already signed his name on it in a cool manner and handed the document over. "In war, only the victor has the right to speak."

Kennedy nodded and took the document with both hands.

"How is Operation Mincemeat going?"

"We have informed Rommel that he agrees with this plan and will intentionally leak the command center. However... I am worried that this fake failure will cause unrest in the army and turn into a major rout."

"I believe in him."

The word "Victor" made Kennedy shut up and nod.

"The Brazilian government wants us to send a team of consultants to guide them in combating crime in the favelas. What do you think?"

"Didn't Mr. Luz Inasi Lu da Silva say that he wanted us to send soldiers directly?"

“He’s not president yet.”

Kennedy frowned. "Then I don't propose sending consultants. Who knows if there will be drug dealers among the police force we guide? By then, you might be electrocuted in the shower."

“Criminals in Latin America all use similar tactics.”

The Brazilian government has even less control over its slums.

"City of God," a Brazilian crime drama released in 2002, chronicles the country's path to crime.

“It took God six days to create the world, and on the seventh day he created Rio de Janeiro.”

The situation with drug dealers there is no better than in Mexico.

The government is still corrupt, and the people are still lacking in education, medical care, and living resources.

But the Brazilian army is capable of fighting.

Drug traffickers in Brazil are mainly concentrated in slums, which are usually in chaotic social order and have high crime rates. Drug traffickers in Brazil are relatively scattered. Although there is also large-scale drug trade, overall, the Brazilian government's crackdown on drug traffickers is relatively strong, and drug traffickers' activities are more restricted by geography and society.

As long as the army is sent to control the slums, it will basically not cause harm to other places.

But Rio de Janeiro has 600 favelas and more than 200 million people.

Victor felt that Kennedy was right.

"Mr. Luz Inasi Lu da Silva also feels that some people in the government cannot be trusted, but he hopes to hire us to decapitate a few of the leaders who break the rules."

"Like... a bounty hunter!"

You can make money and strengthen infiltration work behind enemy lines at the same time, so why not do it?

"Who should we send?" Kennedy asked.

“Remember the private military company we formed?”

"You mean, Ares Defense?"

"It's time to send them on overseas missions."

...

(End of this chapter)