Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 373 "The Traitor"

Mexico city.

It's a rare occasion for Popovich to attend an event.

We welcome the investor delegation from the United States.

But his expression was very stiff...

His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, stood beside him with his head down, looking a little overwhelmed. One could vaguely see a slap on his face. He kept glancing at his older brother out of the corner of his eyes and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

This guy signed contracts with more than a dozen companies directly in Washington, USA. For example, the Federal Reserve enjoyed the exclusive agency rights for Mexican currency, and all the railways, subways and airports in the central part of the country were mortgaged to the famous American JR Morgan Company!

It is not called JPMorgan Chase yet and has not been merged yet.

Centex acquired a large piece of land from Mexico City to the neighboring town "Isparta", and spent a total of... 220 million US dollars!!!
About 70 square kilometers of land!

About 3 US dollars per square kilometer.

It can’t even be said to be a very cheap price, it’s almost like a free gift.

No matter how cheap it is, it won’t be like this.

And this is near Mexico City!
The real estate company will build a "Mexican American community" here, which will introduce the HOA system, an organization mainly used to develop residential areas for white people only.

Yes, it’s the word you are familiar with: apartheid!
In this new white community, Americans have an independent police station, an independent tax collection system, and even an independent army!

Any normal person would not agree to such a thing.

This completely makes Mexico a semi-colony...

It's like a piece of ringworm on your butt, you can't wipe it off even if you want to.

Mexican judicial institutions cannot bring cases against Americans, and Mexicans cannot enter the area without a special invitation.

My younger brother Aldous Wendel agreed to all these conditions!
Popovich has figured out...

When Victor goes south and revises history, he will definitely be given a "traitor" chapter.

It would be strange if he wasn't angry. If he wasn't his own brother, he would have killed him right now.

But the contract states that it is not easy to cheat if you want to.

Americans are smiling now, but if you make them unhappy, they can't deal with Victor, but can they deal with you Popovich?
"Play the national anthem! Raise the flag!"

Everyone in the square stood up. The American representative also stood solemnly, looking very respectful, with a smile on his face.

Along with the passionate music, the melody of "Mexicans, Answer the Call to War" resounded among the crowd. The background of this song is the Mexican-American War.

Mexico was facing the reality of ceding most of its territory, and nationalism was on the rise. President Antonio López de Santa Anna announced a national competition to collect the lyrics for a new national anthem. Poet Francisco González Bocanegra wrote the lyrics, and Jaime Nuno Roca set the music to the lyrics, expressing the people's indignation!

But in this scene...

But the songs of the martyrs were played, it was simply shameless!!

Some high-ranking officials of the Institutional Party felt ashamed. They lowered their heads, placed their right palms downward on the left side of their chests, and tears actually seeped out of their eyes.

Not everyone is a traitor.

American……

Once again standing in Mexico City and declaring "victory"!
Bang~!

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, followed by a scream. Popovich looked up in panic and felt a gust of wind blowing, which knocked over the flagpole!

Broken in the middle!

"It's broken! It's broken, get out of the way!!"

"Ah!! Run!!!"

The flagpole weighing dozens of kilograms fell down, smashing the two onlookers below who didn't have time to run away, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. It was no exaggeration to say that their heads were blown up.

"Help...Help!!" A woman knelt on the ground, covering the head of a young injured person with trembling hands, crying loudly.

Popovich's mind went blank for a moment, he shuddered, and then came to his senses, "Quick! Help!"

He plopped down in his chair.

My right eyelid was shaking like a motor.

This doesn't seem like a good sign.

I always feel uneasy inside.

The "meeting" in the square ended in a funny way. Popovich couldn't refuse the American.

Shake hands with Lisa Harman, the Democratic Party member leading the delegation, Diane Rodham's best friend, and a member of the presidential campaign team.

The woman looked at Popovich with a fake smile on her face, "Don't worry, with the intervention and help of the US military, Victor will at least not bomb Mexico City in a big way."

Looking at the other person's hypocritical smile, Popovich actually felt like vomiting!
He even felt that if Victor knew there was an "American Concession" here, he might be even more dissatisfied!
It's also possible that some bombs will be dropped!
"I hope so."

"I still have something else to do. I'll ask my brother to entertain you."

Lisa Harman smiled and nodded politely, watching Popovich leave. However, after this guy walked down the stairs, he missed a step and rolled on the ground from the third to last step.

When the people around him helped him up, there was no bleeding, but there was a big bump on his head. The pain was something else, but shame and anger came first.

"Doctor! Call a doctor quickly..." the bodyguard shouted beside him.

"What doctor? Go!"

Popovich scolded the security guard, covered his head and ran away. Isn’t that shameless enough?

Like a defeated dog.

"It's such a mess." Lisa Harman sighed.

"If everyone is like Victor, how can we make money?" said the vice president of JR Morgan with a smile.

When a woman smiles, she looks very charming.

Well, how could these bastards understand Victor’s ambition to liberate the entire America?
Some scholars in Latin America call him the "modern Simon Bolivar" and believe that he is the "savior" who will save Latin America from the scourge of drugs.

"I can't wait to know what he will say when he hears that we are setting up a concession here. If he dares to send out planes, the US Air Force will come to intercept them at the first opportunity. This is a provocation!" Lisa Harman narrowed her eyes and her chest shook when she laughed.

It would be even better if we could start a war!
The dignity lost by George H.W. Bush must be picked up by the Democratic Party!
"Let's go have a drink?"

Vice President of JR Morgan: "It's my honor!"

...

What the Americans had done in Mexico City soon appeared on Victor's desk, including the entire content of the negotiations.

"Traitor! Damn! He's just a traitor!"

Even Victor, who had long known the shameless faces of Mexican politicians, was very angry at this time and smashed the ashtray on the ground. Casare next to him twitched his brows, and did not see any other gaps, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let someone blow them up!"

Casare picked up the ashtray on the ground and wiped it with his clothes. "Boss, calm down. There is no need to be angry with the Americans. If the Americans want to build a concession area, then we should wait for them to build it. Once it is built, it will all be ours."

"Isn't Popovich a traitor? Then let's expose this contract. No patriotic person can tolerate it. We are on the right track. Not all members of the puppet government in central Taiwan are drug dealers. There are patriots too. We can think about persuading them to rebel." Victor picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table and took a sip, suppressing his emotions slightly.

"When things get bigger and bigger, we will declare those two as pseudo-governments, and change the name of the United Mexican States to the First Republic. This will definitely attract the hearts of the people."

Victor's expression relaxed and he looked at him, "You're right. You seem to have made great progress recently."

"It's all thanks to the boss's good teaching. Following you, I can always learn some of your skills. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for you if I go out?"

"Come on, let's go outside and get some fresh air."

Casare responded quickly and pushed open a door in the house. He saw a small green garden outside, about 400 square meters, planted with Victor's favorite cactus.

He believes that this plant is very resilient and can survive tenaciously in desolate places like the desert.

People should do the same.

How can a real man in the world lament day and night?
Sigh, sigh, all your fortune will be gone.

"Our army attacked too quickly. Four states have fallen into our hands this year alone. If all goes well in the second half of the year, Nuevo León and Zacatecas will also be liberated. We don't have enough grassroots cadres. There are still many drug traffickers left in the local area, fighting guerrilla warfare in the mountains and forests. Social order has collapsed. Soldiers also need rest. They are too tired. We need to slow down." Casare is now vice president, but he is fully responsible for the overall civil facilities.

He visited several places, such as Juarez, the capital of Chihuahua State, where the ruins from the bombing have not yet been completely cleared and there are still many bodies buried underneath.

When the weather gets hot in the summer, it would be strange if there were no diseases.

A medical team and a rescue team were specially dispatched from Tijuana. They also had to distribute supplies to civilians and restore social order. It was really a chaotic situation.

And a place like Juarez that's been beaten up...

Four states surpassed 40 cities…

Many cities may disappear from the historical stage from now on.

“We don’t have enough food…”

Victor stretched out his hand, and Casare immediately shut up. He stood by the balcony garden, leaning on the railing with both hands, and stood there, overlooking half of Tijuana.

"I have a teacher from the East, and he taught me a truth. Now is a good time for us to be stronger while the enemy is weaker. We should pursue the remaining enemies and liberate all of Mexico. We must not learn from those short-sighted people who want to establish their own separatist forces on the south bank. We need 30 years, 10 years to conquer Mexico, 10 years to build Mexico, and 10 years to make Mexico glorious!"

"How many militiamen do we have?"

Casare counted on his fingers, "About 6 people."

"To mobilize the power of the people, we can recruit militias from villages and towns in stable states as reserve forces and send them to newly liberated areas to maintain stability and eliminate the remaining forces of drug traffickers."

"If there are not enough officials, then promote those who are good at their job. Who says a 20-year-old can't be a mayor or governor?! As long as he is capable, I will allow him to be president at the age of 30! The capable will be promoted, the mediocre will be demoted, and the even more mediocre ones will be kicked out."

"As for the ruins and corpses you mentioned..."

Victor pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Casare, "Our soldiers belong to Mexico and the Mexican people. Disaster relief is also a responsibility. We must care for the people as if they were our own parents. No organization or individual is allowed to undermine the relationship between the military and the people. The mayor and officials in charge of civil affairs are also required to be on the front line. We come from the people and serve the people."

In fact, European and American armies will also participate in disaster relief, but to a very limited extent.

Most of them are responsible for transportation, assisting in the identification of the deceased and handling of remains; handling animals related to the epidemic;

Maintain the security of key areas, facilities, and materials;
Provide supplies and logistical support such as food, water, garbage and wastewater treatment to the public health medical system.

They also have a special rescue team, but these people are few and slow compared to the entire disaster area.

Mexico is also an earthquake-prone area...

"Just do it and don't feel any pressure. If anyone has any suggestions, let them come to me and I'll treat them to an ashtray." Victor patted Casare on the shoulder and said seriously.

Fatty Ka is so heartwarming.

"Have dinner with me tonight. We brothers haven't had dinner together for a long time."

"Okay! I have a bottle of good wine hidden in my office. I'll go get it and have some tonight?"

"Have a drink." Victor nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go get it and ask the cafeteria to prepare something good."

After Victor watched him leave, he turned around, looked into the distance, and stood quietly.

A gust of wind blew.

The man didn't move.

Carrying a population of nearly 11 million from states on your shoulders, do you think anyone can do it?

Victor can't fall!

……

night.

Light rain!

Some fog.

According to the assessment, it is not suitable for flying.

But Major General Zoelph Sherman, head of the Air Force, ordered the bombing plan to go ahead.

The three large military airports were all busy, with ground crews loading missiles, clearing runways, and starting to drive away birds.

"Durango Airport is ready!"

"Chihuahua Airport is ready!"

"Sinaloa Airport is ready!"

Inside the command post, Zolf Sherman heard the news coming from various airports, moistened his throat, and his blood boiled in his chest.

If nothing unexpected happens...

He has to take a course in modern military warfare history!

If you lose, you have to go to the war court.

I'm not afraid of him!

"Codename Curtis LeMay BBQ Project No. 1 is launched!" He gave the order and passed it to various airports.

Standing by the window, I saw an F14 taxiing on the runway in the airport with lights flashing. This plane was very important and was responsible for serving as the lead plane. Its main function was to alert the aircraft group behind it and that it would be the first to rush out if it encountered any aircraft blocking its way.

Also, provide coordinates to the bombers in the rear.

After arriving at the destination, flares will be dropped, and the place where they are dropped is the place that will be bombed.

Six British Vickers Warrior bombers took off in an orderly manner!

Planes from other states caught up five minutes after the plane at Durango Airport.

On a foggy day.

Night Raid on Zacatecas!!

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(End of this chapter)