Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 382 Kennedy installed a skull - what the hell!
The Pentagon hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since Victor’s “rise”!
The newly appointed... no, it should be said that the re-appointed Richard Bruce Cheney sat in his office, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

He couldn't imagine...

I regained this position in just a few months.

He was previously dismissed because of the "Black Hawk Down" incident that shocked the world during his tenure, which resulted in the death of many soldiers in the new century-old conflict between the United States and Mexico. Who knew that the newly appointed Admiral Carl Vono was dead?
This made him extremely scared. If he had not "wisely" withdrawn first, the memorial service might have already been held. But just when he was preparing to take his old wife back to the farm to spend his remaining years in retirement, Acting President James Dan Quah came to his house in person and asked him to serve as acting Secretary of Defense!
No one is willing to take over at this time!

"There are still four months until the election, and after the election, I can leave." Richard Bruce Cheney said to himself.

If you continue doing this, you will die young.

He just hopes to spend this peacefully...

Don't let anything happen again!
But there is an old saying that goes, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

dong dong dong~
There was an urgent knock on the door!

Richard Bruce Cheney suddenly raised his head, his pupils looked at the door, shrank slightly, he held his breath, his mouth half open, and in panic, he wanted to hide under the table.

But I also feel that this is not a good idea, after all, my identity does not match.

While I was hesitating, the person outside pushed the door open.

"Minister, what the…what are you doing?"

Richard Bruce Cheney laughed awkwardly and looked at the pen in his hand. "The pen fell just now. I picked it up. What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The subordinate also remembered that he had something important to report, and hurriedly said, "The Japanese Navy's destroyer Hokkaido had a conflict in the Gulf of Mexico, and a missile hit the hull. It asked us for help."

I just knew it was no good!

Richard Bruce Cheney had a headache.

In Japan, he is well-known for his filial sons and grandsons.

When George H.W. Bush was having a state banquet in Japan, he vomited when he saw sashimi. He thought about how he almost became "Japanese sashimi" and the "Chichijima Incident" was simply horrifying. The Japanese Prime Minister at the time was very worried about this "father" and almost stretched his head to eat his vomit.

What is this called?
I dare not refuse the gift given to me!
After MacArthur, Japan has been America’s “little brother” in Asia, able to contain the Soviet Union’s flank and, if a war were to start, the U.S. military could take off from there.

But what about Victor...

That bastard!
He has no moral principles and has no PY when giving birth to a son. There is no worse person than him in the United States.

If the US military comes to help, believe it or not, the so-called "peace agreement" will be torn up immediately and they will open fire on the border!
Richard Bruce Cheney scratched his head in frustration. His scalp felt itchy. He scratched it hard and complained, "Why did the Japanese bother Victor for no reason? Did they eat too much sashimi and have parasites in their brains?"

The subordinate standing nearby opened his mouth and said, "That's still some distance from Mexico's 12 nautical territorial lines. The conflict was initiated by Mexico."

"It takes two to tango. If the Japanese weren't so arrogant, do you think Victor would have caused trouble for him? There must be something wrong with him!"

Richard Bruce Cheney stood up and slammed the table, cursing, "The Japanese are simply looking for trouble!"

The subordinates were stunned.

Hey, no, Secretary of Defense, you are a Mexican spy, right?

But it really came true.

I have strong soldiers and powerful horses, and I will always have great scholars to debate for me!
"No help! This is a conflict between Japan and Mexico, it has nothing to do with us." Richard Bruce Cheney refused decisively.

"That would be bad, after all, Japan is an important ally of the United States in the Asia-Pacific region..."

"With the Soviet Union dead, anyone can be our ally! Don't meddle in other people's business."

Richard Bruce Cheney frowned and scolded, but perhaps he felt that his statement was not good. He pondered and said, "Blocking the signal in the Gulf of Mexico, as long as we can't receive it, it's not our fault."

"... "

The subordinate wanted to say more, but seeing the defense minister's expression, he could only nod silently. When he walked out of the office, he finally couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

But it was no use.

The Secretary of Defense still has the final say in the Pentagon.

Inside the house, Richard Bruce Cheney looked outside. The moon was high in the sky, and he couldn't help but sigh, "It's a troubled time."

……

"Sir, no one is responding!" The signalman's face began to turn pale and his voice trembled. Koji Otsuka next to him was also in despair.

He knew that he was abandoned!

"Surrender..."

He said in a hissing voice.

All the soldiers in the bridge suddenly fell silent and looked at him with complicated eyes. They were all proud, so who would be willing to surrender?

But who wants to die?

"idiot!!"

Just when Otsuka Koji was about to have his men raise the white flag, the deputy captain, Fumio Yamamoto, and his men rushed in, his eyes red, "Otsuka! Are you going to betray your country?"

"I fought till the very end."

"But you haven't died yet! Our navy and the warships should be silent together. There are no Japanese soldiers who surrender!"

Koji Otsuka frowned and looked the other man up and down. Yamamoto Fumio looked very much like a traditional Japanese, with bow legs, short stature, and a weird face. He was also an "extremist" on the warship and often demanded the bombardment of Soviet warships because his father, grandfather, and uncle were said to have been taken to Siberia to grow potatoes.

"Yamamoto-san, I'm the captain, follow my orders!"

"You should understand what mission we are carrying out in Hokkaido! Otsuka Koji! We can't surrender!"

Snap!
boom!
Chu Chu Chu!
Yamamoto Fumio pulled the trigger and fired the Type 89 rifle at Otsuka Koji!

He was really professional in defeating the strong with the weak. He didn't say much and just got in on the action. He was simply crazy and was screaming. The latter was beaten to a pulp and fell to the ground without even saying a word.

The communications and radar soldiers nearby were equally unlucky and were affected, with their radar screens blown up.

"Captain Koji Otsuka is dead! Now I'm taking over, counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" Yamamoto Fumio shouted.

It was like a trapped beast fighting, with bloodshot eyes.

Why did the "Hokkaido" travel from Asia to North America?

Just visiting dad?
Do not!
They are also responsible for drug trafficking!
Because of Victor's vigorous anti-drug efforts, Mexico's drug exports were cut in half, and many technical talents had to flee.

The drug business is booming in the Middle East, Africa, Asia, and especially in the Golden Triangle region.

But there is a lot of vacant market share in the United States and Canada, and of course many people are drooling over it, but smuggling ships are sometimes too big to pass through the bay.

So, someone thought of using warships.

The "Hokkaido" was loaded with 3 tons of drugs!!!
Sold it in the US for hundreds of millions of dollars...

Whose goods are these?
Koji Otsuka and others had no idea. Maybe it was the Japanese high-level officials, or maybe it was the American high-level officials. Anyway, they were just serving as the team leaders of the transport team.

And who is Victor?

If they find out that the army is trafficking drugs after surrendering, how will he deal with it?

Life is better than death.

What Yamamoto Fumio was most worried about was that if Otsuka Koji couldn't bear it and told everything, then his relatives in his hometown would really be invited to eat "purple eggs".

Kill Otsuka Koji first, and then die with the warship!

If you die, you can get a reward.

Extremely selfish... bastard!
"Reporting to Tokyo, our unit clashed with the Mexican army and shot down three enemy planes. The Hokkaido was in ruins. We are ready to die and will not let the Empire be humiliated!"

Every time Yamamoto Fumio uttered these words, his expression became even more gloomy.

The officer nearby wrote it down and hurriedly relayed it to Tokyo.

"Keep the artillery fire!"

"Onboard!!"

Yamamoto Fumio rushed to the deck, shouting heart-wrenchingly, and took off his pants towards the fighter planes in the sky, revealing XXXX, cursing.

The fighter pilot hovering above saw this idiot standing on the deck below, waving his saber provocatively, and he got a little carried away.

An F-15E rolled gracefully in mid-air and rushed downwards!
"Come on! Bastard! I'll chop you to death!" Yamamoto Fumio yelled, holding a saber in his hand. He must be on drugs.

Who in their right mind would do this?
However, the Japanese themselves are not normal.

There is Kurita Takeo, nicknamed "Showa Running Man", there is also Yamaguchi Tamon, the "Sacrificial Sage", there is also Tojo Yinji, the "Showa Prime Minister", and Honma Masaharu, the "Showa Sissy", and so on...

It can be seen that the Japanese species is not good.

Today, Fumio Yamamoto is going to chop down the F-15E with a knife!!!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

The F-15E machine gun in mid-air fired at the area below.

After a burst of smoke, a pile of rotten meat was seen on the ground, and the samurai sword had rolled all over the ground.

The sailors on the deck and in the bridge stared at the scene in amazement.

Then they panicked as if their father had died and ran everywhere. Without a leader, they also lost their will to fight. Some people started to scramble for the rescue boats and even beat each other. Others, seeing that something was wrong, jumped off the boats screaming.

It's just like making dumplings.

And the "Hokkaido" finally, finally began to capsize!

"Run, run!!!!"

"Don't leave me, add me..." The people next to the lifeboats began to shout heartbreakingly.

"Then no one wants to live!!"

A Japanese sailor pulled the grenade, and with a boom, Crow flew into the plane.

The warship slowly fell silent, and the whirlpool that formed sucked everyone in.

"Mission accomplished, return!"

The three F-15Es quickly left the battlefield and flew towards the airport.

This naval battle happened to take place in the Gulf of Mexico, so almost anyone with eyes could see it.

The puppet government in central Taiwan also received the news immediately.

The air raid sirens in Mexico City were so scary that they sounded all day long!

The air defense forces pulled out all their weapons, fearing a large-scale attack would come at this time.

Popovich paced around the office, looking anxious.

"Brother, brother." Aldous Wendell ran in.

"How about it?"

"It's not targeting us, but there was a fierce battle between Japan and the Northern Army at sea. It's okay, they won't bomb us."

Popovich breathed a sigh of relief, but then he asked again, "How could the Northern Army come into conflict with Japan?"

"Victor's head is full of shit. Who knows what he is thinking? I think it's only a matter of time before he offends people all over the world!" said Aldous Wendel.

"Send a letter to Tokyo for me, stating that Mexico has no intention of clashing with Japan. This is entirely the personal act of the warlord Victor. We also welcome Japan to join the camp to eliminate Victor and defend regional peace together!"

"Brother, is it useful to look for Japan? They are in Asia."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If we want to overthrow Victor, we cannot rely on our own strength. If Japan agrees, we can invite them to station troops here!"

Popovich still has some courage.

"Including Spain, Britain, France, etc., we can allow them to station troops there as long as they are willing!"

Since they have all been sold to the United States, there is no shortage of selling to other countries.

Don’t lose your authority!

It would be best if a small world war broke out in Mexico. I don’t believe that the Northern Army can take on several countries alone.

"Where are the southern reinforcements?"

Aldous Wendell hurried over to the map and pointed to a spot. "Brigade Commander Alex Phillips has broken through to China City, which is only 300 kilometers away from Monterey. He has recaptured 17 villages and 2 towns along the way."

"Walking so fast? There was no exchange of fire on the way?" Popovich asked with a little surprise.

"It happened, but it was all sporadic. And according to him, the combat effectiveness of the Northern Rebel Marine 4th Division was loose, and it was completely vulnerable. Moreover, its fighting spirit was very poor, and it ran away after the exchange of fire..."

“Then why was Monterey besieged?”

Aldous Winder said softly, "Could the local soldiers be worse? It is said that José Andres Guardado is illiterate. What does he know about military affairs? Right? The 4th Marine Division is said to have been newly established not long ago, and Rommel is an unknown figure that no one has ever heard of. It is only natural that he was killed in the bombing."

"Brother, if we can lift the siege on Monterrey, then whether the Guardado family wants to continue to stay here will depend on your mood, right?"

Popovich nodded. Although he felt something was wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it. "You're right!"

Aldous Windell was very happy to hear the praise from his elder brother, and he began to display his military ability as the "Martial Saint".

Pointing to the states of Guanajuato, San Luis Potosí, and Quereta on the map, he said, “Brother, we are now going to launch a large-scale campaign and gather the forces of the three states to launch a counterattack against Michoacan, Zacatecas, and Jalisco!”

Seeing Popovich's shocked expression, he quickly said, "Listen to me first."

"First, Zacatecas has just been through Victor's burning bombing. Nine out of ten houses are empty. The Northern Army inside is unwilling to stay any longer. There are 20 refugees pouring into Guanajuato. What will happen to these people who lose their homes? We can give them weapons and let them rush into Zacatecas State. These people are not strong in combat, but most of them are local indigenous people. Their endurance and familiarity are definitely better than the Northern Army, and they can fight guerrilla warfare."

"Secondly, the Northern Army has few soldiers. We cannot allow them to continue to develop, otherwise we will just be passive and take the beating."

"Third, while Victor is still unsettled and local policies are acute, we can mobilize public opinion stations and conduct propaganda among the local people, especially since drug dealers still have great influence in the local area."

"So, big brother, the above three points are evidence to prove that we will win!"

Popovich looked at Aldous Wendle as if he had seen a ghost, wondering why his little brother was so powerful.

"Is this also what Mile taught you?"

"How is that possible? I just thought about it myself. I, your younger brother, have also made progress." Aldous Wendel felt a little jealous when he saw that his elder brother didn't quite believe in him.

"Then do you know how much we have to give to 20 refugees to distribute weapons?"

"I've asked around. The Soviet Union is really in trouble now. One can of food can be exchanged for an AK1 and 47 rounds of ammunition. If we need weapons, we can go there to find them. Aren't there some spare parts in the warehouse? Take them out first for emergency use!"

Aldous Wendell spoke more and more smoothly, "Besides, brother, do you know how many armed men we have now?"

Popovich looked embarrassed and shook his head.

He really doesn't know.

"More than 80,000 people!"

The other person suddenly opened his eyes.

“Why are there so many people?”

"It's all because of Victor's perverse actions, the collective punishment for drug trafficking. Many people can't survive and have to flee to the south. Many of them were originally armed drug dealers, so their combat effectiveness is no problem."

"If these 80,000 people just charge forward, even if they are 80,000 pigs, the Northern Army will be scared to death!"

After hearing this, Popovich was so excited that he paced back and forth in the office.

"Brother, the southern reinforcements are coming to Nuevo León. We have to show our fighting power, otherwise they will become the host. As long as the battle line is expanded, Victor will naturally collapse."

"Brother, don't hesitate, or something bad will happen."

Aldous Wendel is like a gambler, just go all in!

Popovich stopped abruptly and turned to look at his brother. Aldous was startled. "Who do you think will lead these soldiers?"

Big brother is moved!
"Americans?"

"The Americans' tactics are just so-so, three-pronged. They have no ability at all, and their command ability is very poor. If they hadn't insisted on their own way, do you think we would have been beaten like this by the Northern Army? They were able to defeat Iraq and Panama entirely because of their advantage in weapons, but now they are unwilling to provide us with new weapons, so in fact, they are just a bunch of garbage in command."

"Who do you think is good?"

Aldous Wendell took a deep breath and pointed at himself, "Brother, let me do it."

"?????"

Popovich stared at his brother who volunteered to do so, and coughed, "You...you take charge? No, no, no."

"Brother, how can I, as your younger brother, harm you? This kind of battle is easy to fight. Just charge forward and stir up trouble among the enemy and destroy their manpower. I also have a battle plan. Can I show it to you?"

"Are you ready?"

"Correct!"

Popovich didn't quite believe in his brother's ability, but the other party was very confident, which made him a little hesitant. After thinking about it, he asked him to prepare.

"Don't worry, big brother!"

Aldous Wendell jumped up happily and walked away without even closing the door, like a child.

When Popovich saw this scene, he became even more worried.

When Aldous returned to his office, he said directly to his secretary, "Don't bother me if you come, understand?"

"I understand!" The female secretary nodded quickly.

boom!
The door was closed, but then opened again, and a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the doorknob.

The female secretary didn't know why.

What is the second in command doing again?

Aldous Wendell sat in his chair, turned on his computer, and rubbed his hands.

At that time, the computer penetration rate in North America was quite high. In neighboring Mexico, wealthy families could certainly afford it, and office efficiency was also very good, breaking the traditional "trouble".

He turned on the computer and awkwardly opened the BBS forum.

Found what I was looking for in a category.

"Views and speculations on Mexico's drug war!"

There are a lot of things written on it.

And the "three reasons" that Aldous Wendel just mentioned were found here!

And on top of that, there are combat simulations!

It's simply stunning!

"Next, it's up to me!" His eyes lit up and he started copying homework.

However, teaching how to fight on BBS is a bit too outrageous!!!

It's like Kennedy with a skull - what the hell!
……

(End of this chapter)