Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 390 "Don't worry, I will definitely sell us for a good price!"

The "Battle of Cape San Lucas" should be the largest naval battle after World War II except for the Falklands War.

Coincidentally, Britain plays a role in all of them.

The wanton arrogance on the Falkland Islands.

Cabo San Lucas’s…low-key melancholy.

In just two days, the photo of the Invincible aircraft carrier flying the white flag and Rear Admiral James Anderson looking dejected appeared in the "world's mainstream media."

Many countries have reprinted it.

There are also many weird things.

For example, the Hong Kong media: "My mom was raped!"

? ? ? ?
It is true that the style of a tiger or a wolf is unpredictable.

The African media, which had a bad relationship with the British Empire, directly mocked the two, "Surrender? France has finally met its match."

In addition to the media carnival, the same is true in the economy.

The stock market was the first to understand the dynamics of the war. When British aircraft carriers cruised to the Pacific, the FTSE 100 index soared, while the Mexican stock market fell all the way and was basically all green. Investors could not see the future.

But once the war started, my goodness...

As soon as the market opened, London's FTSE 100 index plummeted 65%, which was almost as bad as the Great Depression during World War I. Investors sighed.

Even the S&P 500 in the U.S. stock market has experienced huge fluctuations.

Many small bosses died on the spot.

The trapeze show has begun in Britain.

Goodbye, Mom, my stocks have sailed away. Goodbye, fellow countryman, your money has disappeared...

On July 7th alone...

London police received 11 reports of people jumping from buildings.

Some "disappointed" people burned the national flag at the gate of Buckingham Palace in the UK, loudly denounced and demanded the cabinet to resign, and some even hoped that the "Cavalry God" Thatcher would come back to office.

Major General James Anderson's home was splashed with feces.

The police protected his family overnight.

At this time, Tijuana was brightly lit and the sound of firecrackers filled the sky.

The "parade" carrying Victor's flag walked from east to west, shouting "Loyalty" and "Long live the country". Standing on the tall building of the Governor's Palace, Victor looked at the tens of thousands of people below and waved with a smile.

The cheers got louder!

This is one reason why men place so much importance on power.

I stand here.

You have to cheer.

"General!"

"General!"

I don't know who spoke first, but slowly, the voices became more and more uniform and louder, and the rats hiding in the sewers were all trembling.

The ambitious people looked at the "sun" hanging high in the sky and lowered their heads silently.

At this moment, who can shine like him?

"Boss, the British side called on behalf of Venezuela and hopes to talk to you." Casare whispered behind him.

Victor pondered for a moment, smiled, waved his hand, and turned away. "It seems that the British are panicking."

"The Invincible is the backbone of this old dog. Now that it's broken, it can only bark and hope to meet a kind person. Boss, we have to make a lot of money from it."

Back in the office, Victor asked someone to pour him a cup of coffee, then he slowly sat down, picked up the phone on the table, and said in English, "Hello!"

There was silence on the other side for a moment, and then an old man said quietly, "Mr. Victor, this is Dragovi. It's really not easy to contact you. We made dozens of calls but couldn't get through to you."

"Perhaps, your council forgot to pay the telecommunications bill."

These words almost broke the defense of the opposing defense chief, Baron Dragovyi Geoffreyhar Reese. The old man swallowed the air in his throat and felt a slight pain in his breast. "Let's talk business."

"We want to ensure the safety of British naval property and soldiers."

"So how much protection money do you plan to give?"

Victor asked, picking up a penguin doll on the table and fiddling with it, sneering, "You don't think you can be protected just by your mouth, do you?"

"According to the Geneva Conventions..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't sign that treaty. Without my mark, he's nothing to me, sir. We should talk about something more practical."

Dragovi Jeffrey Ha Reese was a little overwhelmed by Victor's aggressive momentum, and he ripped open the discipline buttons on his suit in annoyance, "Then what do you need?"

"1 million pounds!"

"Fuck!"

"At £1.2 million, your dirty words will be the most expensive, Mr. Defense Secretary."

The old man swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

"This is too much, and besides, you were the ones who attacked us first..."

"Then have you ever thought about the guilt you felt when you invaded and bullied us, and even used us as consumables for growing drugs? Baron Dragovi Jeffreyha Reese, now that you are the defeated country, you should beg the victor instead of reasoning with me here. If you can't get the money, I will feed them to the sharks. Thank you."

pat!

He hung up the phone and said to Casare, "This old man is still asleep, and his head is full of shit."

"Boss, if they really can't afford so much money..."

"Then give the sharks a snack. They are not my compatriots. I will tell them that if they want to fight with us, they should either fight to the death or not start a war. The only thing that can scare them is brutality!"

What a fallacy.

But hey, you know what, I actually think there is some truth to it.

After killing so many of them, they understood the fear.

"By the way, let's announce to the public if anyone wants a second-hand aircraft carrier. It's about 80% new. We'll keep the destroyers and sell the Invincible to him. Ask India first. They're the ones who are being taken advantage of."

Casare's eyes were blank. "Sold... the aircraft carrier? Not the 100 million pounds..."

"That's protection money. It's for the safety of more than 3000 sailors. I didn't allow them to buy insurance for the warship."

"Then don't we use it ourselves?"

"It's not time yet. To fight global drug control, we have to unify Mexico first."

Victor squinted.

He has great ambitions and wants to make sure that crime will never happen again in this world!
Perhaps, some people think he is whimsical.

Just call him.

Let all criminals hear Victor's name and shout Long Live Victor!

……

Guadalajara, Jalisco

This former "drug den" can now be rated as one of the "Top Ten Civilized Cities in Mexico".

The mayor is the commander of the 3rd Marine Division and the 9th Regiment: Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov, who is in charge of both military and political affairs.

This guy is simply a "blood-type butcher". The first thing he did when he arrived in Guadalajara was to flatten the slums!

Of course, not everything was demolished, but the road was widened to accommodate tanks and armored vehicles, and the police station and the National Guard were stationed there.

Secondly, kill all the drug dealers!
He was beaten to death with a hammer in the most prosperous downtown area.

100 of them are dragged out every day, and it depends on who is unlucky.

This incident was also reported in the news, and some people criticized Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov. Some people even reported to Victor that he was killing innocent people indiscriminately and committing brutal acts.

Victor threw the other person to be a small prison warden.

What he hated most in his life was people who told tales.

At this time, there were more than 3 soldiers in this city. In addition to the 7rd Marine Division, more than 6000 soldiers from the th Reserve Division were also deployed here.

No one should dare to cause trouble...

"Brother Huan, are we going to attack the Central Army?" Zhang Ziqiang asked in a low voice, his eyes shining.

Ye Jihan was fully armed and his military rank could be seen on his sleeves.

Captain!

He is now a captain and company commander of the 3rd Division Guards Regiment.

When he was the squad leader in the 9th Regiment, he performed well, fighting, charging and chasing fiercely. He was also "excellent" in the final interview with reporters, and his awareness was outstanding, so the higher-ups remembered him.

He was transferred to the position of deputy company commander and performed well in the following battles, so he was naturally transferred.

The Guards Regiment was formed by Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov, and its motto was "Go to the most dangerous places on the battlefield!"

The entire group has more than 2600 people.

After he was promoted, he returned to Chinatown and brought with him several familiar fellow villagers, including Zhang Ziqiang. Ye Jihan knew what kind of guy this was: he was bold, had a strong sense of honor and disgrace, and also attached great importance to money. If he was not properly disciplined, he would definitely go astray.

He commits all kinds of evil, including robbery and murder.

It would be better to recruit them to serve as soldiers. The welfare benefits of the Northern Army are excellent.

The Guards also have "subsidies". After all, they are sent to the most dangerous places. Ordinary privates can get nearly $2000 a month. Tsk tsk...

"Nonsense, if we don't want to deal with them, why gather so many troops here? To play poker?" Ye Jihan saw a women's clothing store, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

"Brother Huan, you want to buy some clothes, women's clothes at that. Are you buying them for your lover? I remember there's a girl in Chinatown who likes you."

"You're the only one who talks a lot of bullshit."

Ye Jihan's old face rarely turned red. When he entered the store, he saw many employees busy at work. There was a reserve corporal who looked a little younger who was bargaining.

He picked out a more fashionable red miniskirt and walked to the front desk to pay, but the other party was still hesitating.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"300 pesos, that's the cheapest." The shop owner smiled bitterly, "I only made 10 pesos from you."

Ye Jihan sneered at this, 10 pesos? Do you think he's running a charity?

He glanced at the reserve corporal, who was rather honest and simple. He was holding a piece of clothing that looked old, probably bought for his mother. He was short of money and was hesitant.

"Let me pay for him." Ye Jihan walked over and said in fluent Spanish.

"This... this is not necessary. I... I have money."

"It's okay. We are all comrades-in-arms. We should help each other when we are in trouble. Just pay me back when you have money." Ye Jihan said casually.

The other party hesitated for a while, then nodded vigorously, "I am Rodri, the deputy commander of the F Company of the 7th Regiment of the 6th Division. I will definitely pay you back when I get my salary."

"Captain of Company A of the Guards."

"Don't worry. Once we've conquered Mexico City, it won't be too late for us to pay it back."

Ye Jihan has money now anyway, the army provides food and accommodation, the management is strict, and he can't go out and mess around, so he can save the money naturally. As for gambling in the army...

Every time you catch him, you will be hung up and beaten.

"Take it."

"Thank...Thank you."

Ye Jihan waved his hand and left with Zhang Ziqiang, who was confused. "Brother Huan, you have a problem with your head. You are paying for others."

"In the army, we have to unite as comrades and help each other. We are not gambling with our money. As a captain, if I see a soldier feeling sorry for lack of money, it is my fault. Ziqiang, you must remember that there are many things in life that are more important than money. We are now a regular army and we must know how to make choices."

Zhang Ziqiang scratched his head.

It’s different when you’re a company commander. Even your words are so eloquent.

Just as the two were planning to continue their stroll, an alarm sounded in downtown Guadalajara, and then two jeeps with red flags were seen running on the street. "Divisional command, all personnel return to base!"

"Let's go! Go back quickly!" Ye Jihan's expression changed and he said while running.

I was supposed to be on vacation today, but suddenly returning to work means there is a conflict.

Buzz buzz—

Suddenly, the sound of an engine was heard from the sky. The child who was lying by the window and looking at the jeep looked up in confusion and saw the sky...

It's packed with planes!
It blocked out the sun.

There are at least forty or fifty of them!
"Plane! Plane, run! Air raid!"

Some pedestrians were screaming loudly, and the whole street suddenly became chaotic. People setting up stalls on the road ran away, thinking that they would be killed in the explosion soon, so why bother about these things?
"Go in, go in!" Ye Jihan pulled Zhang Ziqiang to an air-raid building on the side of the road. He was also a little panicked...

Where do so many planes come from?
Then Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov was equally shocked. Why was there no intelligence showing this?
But he was a veteran in the battlefield after all, so he immediately ordered the anti-aircraft regiment to launch a defense.

The four S-4 air defense missile vehicles deployed in Guadalajara entered the combat immediately. The middle layer has the "Oak" MIM-300 air defense missiles, and the bottom layer is the M72 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle.

Colonel Paul McCartney, who flies a B-57 bomber, belongs to the Colombian Air Force, but he serves for the "American Drug Cartel"!
These weapons were "secretly" transported to the southern drug trafficker government, and then they were transported to Hidalgo State through various channels. When the "battle" began, they would bomb Guadalajara first.

Most of these pilots are in the active air force, working part-time in drug trafficking gangs, and are rewarded with $6 for each flight mission!
This is way better than being a fucking private.

And you don’t have to fly yourself.

The North American drug cartels do not want Victor to unify Mexico, and the southern government does not want to be preyed upon, so of course they will "protect the Popovich government at all costs."

Victor is horrible!

The war must not spread to the south.

这50架编队以B-57轰炸机为主、以及6架苏-37和两架米亚-4轰炸机，他们携带了2204磅的炸弹，让他们也尝试一下恐惧！
"Freedom bombing!"

Colonel Paul McCartney gave the order and pressed a button. The belly of the B-57 bomber opened and the 500-pound conventional bomb slammed down.

boom!
A seven-story building collapsed in ashes.

The shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding houses, and huge flames engulfed the surroundings.

That's only 500 pounds, but that doesn't mean it's less powerful...

But the 1000 lbs one is bigger!

Their target is the military camp. If one missile strikes, thousands of people will be evaporated.

Hearing Colonel Paul McCartney's order, the other bombers dropped their bombs one after another. For a moment, the sound of explosions in Guadalajara resounded through the sky, and the dust immediately covered the sunlight.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Shit, there are missiles!!"

Below, more than a dozen missiles of various types soared into the sky.

The formation had no time to dodge and many were hit by bullets, turning into fireballs and smashing into the city.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

The M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle fired at the sky, and the bullets penetrated the wings and pierced through them, emitting bursts of sparks.

"Throw them all away, throw away all the bombs!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Colonel Paul McCartney, who was carrying out the mission, shouted on the radio.

He doesn't want to die here!

Work is work, damn, life is life!

After dropping all the conventional bombs, he spread his wings and the B-57 bomber left the battlefield, but he did not forget to release jamming bombs. Only by dropping them thoroughly could he run fast.

These old-timers even threw away the spare fuel tank.

Without stopping for a moment, we returned directly.

There were too many planes, and the anti-aircraft missiles could only shoot down a dozen or so.

Guadalajara was in ruins after the air raid.

The child sitting on the ground was crying, but the adult lying on the ground did not move.

Ye Jihan and Zhang Ziqiang crawled out of the ruins, his face covered in dirt. He stood there with wandering eyes. There was an echo in his ears, and he could hardly hear anything.

A hint of red emerged from his arms.

He reached out and took a look. It was the fashionable skirt, bright red...

I don't know where the wind came from.

The skirt just flew away.

Fly higher and higher. Fly higher and higher.

...

A military car was driving on the bombed road, but then it stopped.

Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov of the 3rd Marine Division got out of the car. The guards stood around vigilantly, with panic in their eyes.

It would be really interesting if he was blown to death.

Suddenly, several children ran out of the alley, holding shovels and buckets in their hands, and ran towards the ruins.

Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov asked them directly, "Hey, why don't you hide in the air-raid shelter?"

There was a kid in a red striped short-sleeved shirt running at the back, looking at him and saying, "We are putting out the fire, uncle, what do you do?"

"Soldier."

"Soldier? Then why don't you fight back! Shouldn't you retaliate?"

This sentence stung Alexievich a little. He nodded, watched the child leave, got into the car, and said, "Let all the cadres of the regiment come to a meeting and tell them that we want to fight back!"

7 month 7 day.

The Southern and Popovich governments declared the bombing of Guadalajara a success, causing heavy losses to the enemy.

7 Month 8 Day!
The 3rd Marine Division Artillery Regiment bombarded the 1st Brigade position in Guanajuato.

The world-renowned "Central Plains Battle" has officially begun!
...

At this time, in a pristine forest in Coahuila State.

Frogs croak strangely, snakes buzz, and insects roar.

A man with a weathered-looking face was lying in a muddy puddle, gulping down the drink. Before he could enjoy the drink, he was kicked over by someone.

"Don't drink it! You will die if you drink this water!" the Chief of Staff of the 61st Brigade yelled.

"If we don't drink, we'll die of thirst." The man who was kicked to the ground raised his head. He said this weakly, which made the other party depressed.

The chief of staff looked around and saw that all of them were old, weak, sick, and disabled...

61 Brigade…

There are only so few people left, less than 100? !

The others died, ran away, or were lost.

A feeling of sadness instantly occupied his mind. He knelt on the ground, pulling his hair and shouting helplessly.

Why come to Central?
Why help the Popovich government!
Why…

Why go deep into the state of Coahuila.

Where are those damn reinforcements.

The atmosphere was filled with despair.

boom!
A gunshot was heard, and an armed drug dealer soldier was seen curled up on the ground with a rifle stuffed in his mouth.

He just couldn't take it anymore.

This is the sixth person to commit suicide.

surrender?

Surrender is even worse!
"Bastard! Bastard!" But no one felt pity for his death. Instead, some people angrily held the body and cursed.

If the gun is fired, won’t the pursuers hear it?
Wang Wang Wang ~
A few barking sounds from the dogs made them jump up as if their butts were on fire and they ran away.

"Chief of Staff, run quickly! They are chasing us! The Northern Army is coming!" a captain grabbed him and said.

"Let's go..."

"I won't run away. I'll cover you. If I can return to my hometown, please tell my children to live well." The chief of staff pushed him away and rushed towards the Northern Army with a gun in hand.

It looks like great heroism.

The Northern Army who was in pursuit was obviously surprised to see someone suddenly rushing out, but after reacting, the flamethrower behind him stepped forward and fired at him.

The flames of thousands of degrees cooked him instantly.

"what!!!"

He ran around screaming, trying to drag someone to die with him.

But his eyeballs were melted, his scalp was gone, and he finally hit a tree and fell heavily to the ground without even a twitch.

"Keep chasing!" The commander waved his hand.

61st Brigade...Oh no, now we have to call upon the remaining soldiers and kill them all here!

Barry Thomas, commander of the 12th Cavalry Regiment outside China, was a little angry.

"Five days! Five days!!!"

He slammed his hands on the table, "We haven't even made it past a small village, and more and more people are dying!"

The cadres nearby all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

Who knew the Northern Army was so powerful?

They kept sending troops from behind, but they were simply unable to win.

In just five days, more than 700 people were killed and more than 400 were wounded, which was half a regiment. And they still fought like this.

"Those Spaniards just hid in the back and watched the show. They didn't help us at all. They didn't charge once." A deputy commander grumbled in dissatisfaction.

This complaint caused the mood in the room to suddenly collapse.

"Captain, why are we the only ones going up? Do we deserve to die? Are those Spaniards here to act like masters?"

"Yes! Commander, the Mexican officials don't treat us as human beings. They urge us to do things every day, but where are the military pay? They are all given to the 1st Brigade and other troops. Our regiment only gets half a month's pay. Don't we deserve it?"

"If you ask me, we should just surrender to the Northern Army! Anyway, we don't take drugs, and we are not the direct descendants."

Barry Thomas panicked, "Shut up!"

He shouted loudly, and although it made the cadres shut up, it was obvious that everyone looked very unconvinced.

The 12th Cavalry Regiment belongs to the army of the old Mexican era, and Barry Thomas is also a veteran commander. After Popovich came to power, he vigorously supported his own people, so it was embarrassing for him to be with the old people.

This is also one of the reasons why the chief of staff pulled him aside and asked him to protect the troops. Without these subordinates, Popovich would be abandoned.

"Go, go, go to the troops!"

Barry Thomas waved his hand, and all the officers left, leaving only the chief of staff. He hesitated and lowered his voice, "The brothers are right."

The other party looked at him suddenly. He shrank his neck, but then straightened it up. "Even though you don't let me say it, I still have to say it. Do you think Popovich can beat Victor?"

Barry Thomas was silent.

"No matter what, drug dealers are still drug dealers! We are the regular army, the army that protects the people. Look at what has become of us now, drug abuse is everywhere. Only the northern government can save Mexico!"

"It's better for us to surrender early than to be captured!"

"You don't want your name to be written in the Mexican drug traffickers' directory after Victor wins, do you?"

These words made Barry Thomas a little stunned. He opened his mouth and said, "But... we also killed a lot of their soldiers."

"There is no way to stop the two sides from fighting. Victor has great ambitions and a huge capacity. He will definitely forgive us. However, we also have to show our loyalty." The chief of staff was like a military strategist, giving advice and suggestions.

"What is the name certificate?"

"Just take out 600 Spaniards and kill them, can't we do that?"

Barry Thomas hesitated, frowning in embarrassment.

"Captain, don't think about it. If the 61st Brigade is destroyed and the 4th Division is free to charge into New Leona State, who do you think will be unlucky first? We are the closest unit!"

These words made the other party shudder.

"Then go contact the Northern Army and tell them that I am willing to surrender. Ask them what they mean."

"Don't worry, I will definitely sell us for a good price!"

……

(End of this chapter)