Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 385: We cannot slack off in the fight against drug abuse!
Casare glanced at everyone present and whispered, "General, do you want to check who wrote this?"

Call the position when there are many people!

"What? Are you worried that I'll be pissed off?" Victor smiled and waved his hands, "It just feels like we're the villains."

"Since they say I'm a tyrant, then I'll show them how many people are still in prison?"

"There are still about 11 drug dealers."

"Kill them all!"

hiss!
There was a gasp in the office.

"They want to free the drug dealers, so I will give them humane destruction." Victor said lightly, but the murderous intent in his tone could not be hidden.

Victor didn't explain why, and they didn't ask.

But everyone knows that the next battle will be long and bloody. Keeping these drug dealers will only cause more trouble. If there is a war in the front and trouble in the back, it is better to get rid of them completely.

As for sending it for medical research?

Would you dare to use the internal organs of a drug dealer?

Many indicators exceeded the standard and it broke right after the replacement.

"Leave this matter to..." Victor glanced at everyone, "Leave it to the post-disaster execution company."

Another "commercial company" whose name I have never heard of.

In fact, it is a "nursing home for disabled veterans" opened by the government. It is full of veterans from top to bottom. They are mainly responsible for helping the government deal with the bodies of "drug dealers".

Take money from the treasury every year to create value for society.

It is also the only non-governmental organization officially allowed to "carry weapons", with a total of about 2000 people, basically covering the entire republic.

"The drug traffickers can call for help, and we anti-drug fighters can also call for help. We will publish the Anti-Drug White Paper and expose the ugly face of the Popovich pseudo-government to the world. We also call on conscientious anti-drug fighters around the world to join our camp!"

"General, do you want to contact the Soviet Union?" George Smiley asked.
“Do you want a Star Wars to happen?”

The other party seemed a little embarrassed.

"Besides, the Soviet Union is in no mood to cause trouble to the Americans now. They can hardly protect themselves."

This sentence caused a moment of silence in the office.

After 1991, the situation in the Soviet Union took a sharp turn for the worse!

There were already two countries in the first half of the year, Lithuania and Georgia.

Victor knew that after August, there would be a wave of defections. Everyone could see that the Soviet Union was no longer viable and did not want to die with it.

At this time, who has the courage to send troops to support Mexico?
Even if some hardliners in the Soviet Union had contacted Victor before, hoping to get help, how could they help?

The capitalist-roaders and the traitors are already hanging high in the air, and class conflicts have clearly caused internal instability.

The only way out now is to disintegrate.

save?

Even a loving father would get two slaps in the face.

"From today on, a temporary coordination camp will be established. Horatio Herbert Kitchener will serve as the commander-in-chief and be fully responsible for the combat command against the puppet government. Kennedy will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief and Erich Ludendorff will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief."

“Kuauquemote and Casare served as logistical coordinators.”

"Activate the Temporary War Mobilization Act!"

"Gentlemen, the opposition's bullets are coming at us. To protect our new regime, we have to fight!" Victor looked at them and said softly, "Please!"

……

The village of Serbón is 20 kilometers north of Tijuana and only 6 kilometers away from the US border. It is a favorite place for drug traffickers to settle down.

Of course, that was before, now...

Who the hell dares to commit a crime here?
It was a bit hot at noon.

You can see farmers carrying hoes walking back and smiling at each other. Although everyone is sweating profusely, everyone is very happy.

They have their own land!

"Dad, the potatoes will be ripe in two days. We will then take them to town to sell them to the supply and marketing cooperative, and then we will repair the house. After my younger brother graduates from junior high school, he will be able to go to the factory for internship. Then our lives will be even better." A simple-looking young man, who looked to be in his early 20s, said with a smile.

Next to him was a lame middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face that looked as if they were cut by a knife. He had a cheap cigarette between his lips. When he heard his words, he smiled. He was blind in one eye, but his other eye showed his desire for life.

The two walked back home. There was a table in the yard. A little girl was drawing. When she heard the noise, she looked up and her eyes lit up, "Dad, brother!"

Then he ran over.

The honest young man lifted her up with a smile, and turned her around left and right, his laughter like a silver bell echoing all around.

"Gina, stop hugging your brother. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." A woman wearing a scarf walked out of the house, holding dishes in her hands, and said with a smile.

The latter responded and climbed down from her brother, shaking her braids and went to wash her hands.

As the family was preparing to eat, they heard a loudspeaker in the village blaring, "Militia members, please hurry to the village meeting room as soon as possible."

The honest young man stood up and said, "Mom and Dad, I'll go first."

"Go."

"Rodri, bring some corn."

"No, I'll be back soon."

The young man ran away after he finished speaking. Many young and middle-aged people could be seen running.

"What's going on?" the woman murmured.

When Rodri and several of his companions ran to the meeting room, they saw the village chief and several village cadres sitting there with serious expressions.

"Are you all here? Then I'll be frank. According to Tijuana Act 3, the Temporary War Mobilization Act is activated. All militias are transferred to the Army and report to the local armed forces office within two days!"

"All personnel shall be managed in accordance with wartime regulations!"

The village chief held the document and said briefly, "The 37 militiamen from our village of Sebern will be incorporated into the F Company of the 7th Regiment of the 6th Reserve Division. If there is no problem, come and sign."

fight?!!

The militiamen below stared.

"Village...Village Chief, we are militia."

"Militiamen aren't soldiers? Duncan, you go first."

"Dad..." a young man below said embarrassedly.

"Dad, what? Call me captain. From now on, I am the captain of the militia of Serburn Village, and you are my soldier. Do you understand?" The village chief glared with a rather imposing manner, and the young people were a little scared.

Just as the other party was about to walk up slowly, a figure passed him and directly picked up the pen on the table and signed his name.

"Rodri?!"

"Captain, I have signed. I want to go home first to say goodbye to my parents." The honest young man pursed his lips and looked very serious.

The village chief stared at him and said, "Go ahead. From now on, you are the deputy commander of our company."

"Yes!" Rodri saluted and left the meeting room.

"Next!"

When he returned home, his parents had already finished their meal. His sister Gina was still holding the bowl and chewing on a bone. When she saw him come home, she grinned with rice still on her front teeth.

"Are you back? What did the village chief call you for?" the woman asked curiously.

"Our militia has been put into the reserve force. There will be a war, and we need to go to the front line."

lie!
The bowl in the woman's hand fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. Her face turned pale. "Fight? No! No! I want to go find the village chief."

"The village chief himself led the team, and his son also joined," said Rodri.

"Why is this happening? We finally have some peace and quiet, why do we have to fight..." The woman covered her face and cried, her eyes red. She suddenly looked at her husband who was frowning beside her, "Let's go, let's leave here."

"What are you talking about!" "Mom!"

Both men looked at her.

Rodri took a deep breath and said seriously, "Where can we go? Are we going to Nandang to be bullied by those drug dealers again? Have you forgotten what happened to Dad's eyes and feet? Those bastards don't treat us as human beings."

This reminded the woman of a bad past.

The Tijuana drug cartel that was hovering here demanded "human drug transportation" to the United States, so they blackmailed some villagers and asked them to do things, but old man Rodrigo refused and had his legs broken alive, and his eyeballs were poked out with toothpicks.

At that time, life was worse than death...

"General Victor gave us food, clothes, and even free education for me. He even gave us land and abolished agricultural taxes. Mom, didn't you tell me that I should be conscientious? Is there any better place in Mexico than here?"

"America? They'll just treat us as refugees without a country."

"The South? What they need is drug dealers."

“Only here is our root.”

Rodri smiled carefreely, "Besides, I have won third place in shooting, running and obstacle all-around in the All-Reserve Competition. If I get military merit again, I can go directly to the military academy for further studies. Then, you can all enjoy the happiness!"

Some people are afraid, while others are naturally happy to hear about war!
In the North, "military merit" is more important than anything else.

As long as you kill more enemies on the battlefield, you will be rewarded generously.

This is also one of the reasons why the morale of the Northern Army was so high.

Which officer wasn’t killed?
When his father heard what Rodri said, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "A man should go out and protect what he is supposed to protect."

"Let's eat."

The shadow of war surrounded this small home. Although the mother was reluctant to leave her son, she still wiped away her tears and prepared everything.

Rodri has changed into military uniform and has the rank of sergeant, which is the reward he received after winning the competition.

"elder brother…"

His sister Gina pulled his finger, and he lowered his head to see her handing him a piece of paper, with her glasses on, "This is the family portrait I drew, remember to think of us."

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the houses are very low, but on the left, a family of four are holding hands, and a puppy is squatting next to them.

"Be good at home." Rodri patted her head and carefully put the painting into his shirt pocket.

"Well, I will definitely be good." Gina didn't know why, but she just wanted to cry. She always felt that her brother seemed to be away for a long, long, long time...

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving." Rodri saluted and turned around resolutely.

In the village, a troop carrier was already waiting, and many people in military uniforms boarded the vehicle under the watchful eyes of their parents, wives and children.

"Rodri! Rodri!"

He heard someone calling him, turned his head, and saw his father running towards him, stuffing dates into his hand, and said, "Be careful on your way."

"Get in the car!" the village chief shouted, and everyone ran into the car and sat in the innermost seat. Rodri looked outside.

The lame father stood here for a long time, watching his son leave.

Rumble~
The engine started and the car slowly moved away.

"Rodri, your father is still watching you." His companion next to him nudged him with his elbow. He raised his head, but after turning a corner, he could no longer see clearly.

Pick up the dates in your hand and put them in your mouth.

So sweet.

Just like life now, so sweet.

...

"Are you going to join the troops?" Casare frowned and looked at his brother standing in front of him.

Felix nodded, "I want to go to the front line."

"You have to understand what you are saying. You are currently serving as the general's bodyguard. It won't be long before you become the chief of the bodyguard. Your future is limitless. There is no need for you to go to the front line and fight with others."

"Big brother!"

Felix interrupted him, "But what's the use of getting it this way?"

"It's not time for us to enjoy ourselves yet. My country and my nation are facing a crisis. I am also a soldier, and I am also your brother. If others knew that the children of our Gonzalez family only care about pleasure, it would be the greatest shame."

"We came from the common people and we will return to the common people. The country is yours, but it is also mine."

"Let me go, to the most dangerous place!"

Casare lowered his head quietly, then stood up, helped Felix straighten his clothes, and patted him with satisfaction, "Don't embarrass me, where are you going?"

Turning back, he wiped his eyes.

Mother…

You see, my brother has grown up.

The young eagle can also spread its wings to protect the blue sky.

...

On June 6, 27 French Foreign Legion troops entered Mexico from the United States and expressed their willingness to join the fight against Victor's regime, and Popovich gave a speech.

On June 6, two British Invincible-class aircraft carrier fleets entered the Pacific Ocean and announced that they would conduct military exercises there. The exercise area included the waters of Baja California, Mexico, only 28 nautical miles away from the nearest island!

On June 6, the Spanish Foreign Legion announced that it would send a 29-strong military observation team into Mexico.

On the same day, NATO will send an observer group from 20 countries to intervene and provide advice to the United Nations on whether it is necessary to send troops for peacekeeping.

In the border area, Popovich has assembled an army of 15 and plans to sweep across in one fell swoop!
Similarly, the efficiency of the First Republic is beyond reproach.

In two days, a total of four reserve divisions were established, with a total of more than 4 people!
Their main duties are to clean up battlefields, launch small-scale attacks, escort logistics, etc. Regular troops are still needed to fight tough battles.

Brazil and Venezuela, members of the "Anti-Drug Alliance", did not send troops to help. Even when the workers' leader Nicolás Maro Moro led people to protest, nothing happened and the government refused to send troops.

However, there is help.

Some "anti-American groups" in South America expressed their willingness to join the First Republic to help fight, but they needed to be given enough money and respect, as well as some privileges.

"They are dreaming and are just adding insult to injury!" Victor threw the documents in his hand on the table and snorted coldly.

The above is the request made by Alfonso Cano, the leader of the Colombian People's Army, who asked the First Republic to recognize them, provide them with US$1000 million in aid each year, and help them attack the government.

Secondly, we need to obtain two ports in Mexico with a lease term of 99 years.

It's like a lion opening its mouth.

Doesn’t Victor know what the People’s Army is like?

After the drug epidemic in Colombia in 1980, when the Soviet Union was withdrawing its tentacles, the People's Army led by the Colombian left began to intervene in the drug business due to lack of money. It was soon corrupted into a military group that kidnapped politicians and sold drugs.

Your butt is not clean at all, you are just disgusting yourself.

"How many soldiers do we have now?"

"We have 12 regular troops and 6 reserves, but our defenses are too large to prevent attacks from sea, land, and air, especially the British aircraft carrier fleet, which is literally sleeping next to us." Horatio Herbert Kitchener's face darkened.

"I suggest that we strike first and kill them!"

"Hit the air forces, take off from Baja California, bomb them, take out the navy, and we can put our forces on land."

Victor's breath hitched.

Both eyes began to glow red.

"They are too close to the coastline, and the MK7 406mm main gun can also hit them."

42 kilometers away, why don’t I kill you?

"General, victory is mine!"

……

(End of this chapter)