Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 391: Destroy the CIA? ?
Entering July.

Tornadoes began to strike the United States with impunity.

The sky was a little foggy and looked very depressing. Occasionally a few drops of water fell from the sky, making it seem very uncomfortable.

Richard Bruce Cheney got out of his old car, holding a bleached briefcase in his hand. He was a rather poor man, so who knew what he was like?

Anyway, he is now involved in a corruption investigation.

An anti-corruption agency in Nigeria discovered that he had unclear relationships with several financial groups. After all, as an official...how many of them have clean bottoms?
His aunts, uncles, and cousins ​​have all benefited a lot from his title as Defense Minister.

After entering the Pentagon and about to go upstairs, he suddenly heard a "bang" and a crash came from the grocery room next to the stairs, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Richard Bruce Cheney frowned, looked around, walked over, turned the door and pushed it hard, then he saw a man lying inside, twitching violently, lying on the ground, his hands hooked like claws, his nose crooked, his mouth slanted, saliva starting to flow out, his eyeballs turned white, and he was actually smiling foolishly.

That pile of white flour dropped on the ground?

The old man's blood pressure soared after seeing this scene. He took drugs so early in the morning! !

"Security! Security!"

He was yelling at the top of his lungs, and three or four armed men came running over from a distance.

Richard Bruce Cheney pointed at the drug addict on the ground and said, "Drag him away."

Several soldiers were also shocked when they saw the scene inside.

Taking drugs in the Pentagon!
It’s not that there have been times, but this is the first time I’ve been caught.

Many people outside had already started to come in for work, and when they saw this scene, they began to whisper to each other.

"It's gone!"

Richard Bruce Cheney waved his hand and shouted, and everyone ran away with their heads down. But from the expressions of a few women, it was clear that some of the melons could be eaten today.

He returned to the office with a gloomy face, threw the car keys on the table, and the secretary walked over cautiously.

"Who is that?"

"Global Intelligence Operations Section"

"Get him out! We are the military, not a Mexican drug cartel!"

The secretary responded hastily, then hesitated and said, "Recently, a new drug called 'Hell No. 1' has become very popular across the United States. This trend has already appeared in the military and the Pentagon. This is not the first case, nor will it be the last."

"Hell No. 1? Where did it come from?"

"Mexico."

"It's been quite popular in the United States recently. The DEA is saying that there is evidence that these are all controlled by the Popovich government, and they are absorbing U.S. dollars to Mexico."

"Hell No. 1 can make people feel euphoric and painless, but if you take too much, what happened just now will happen, and in severe cases, you will die from organ failure."

Richard Bruce Cheney is an old redneck who is against drugs and so-called "homosexuality". He felt sick when he heard the word and said viciously, "Victor should kill them all!"

Some people are thinking about helping Mexicans, those drug dealers, they are thinking about the huge market!
After finishing speaking, perhaps because he felt that his words did not conform to the current mainstream of American politics, he quickly changed the subject and said, "From now on, don't let me see anyone taking drugs in the Pentagon, otherwise, I will kick him out and transfer him to the judicial authorities!"

The secretary shrank back.

"Is there anything else new?"

The secretary handed over the prepared documents. "The Mexican Northern Army has officially declared war on the Popovich government, calling this war part of the war on drugs. His family members are wanted worldwide."

"Guadalajara was hit by an airstrike by the drug trafficker regime, killing about 200 people. The 3rd Marine Division of the Republic of Mexico stationed there launched a counterattack against the 1st Brigade of the Central Government..."

"Wait, do we also have investment in the 1st Brigade?"

"The Pentagon sent 600 people. This was an order from Admiral Carl Vono before his death."

"Why did he have to go down in person? This idiot left me with such a big problem after his death." Richard Bruce Cheney rubbed his temples, his blood pressure rising slightly.

"Minister of Defense, haven't you always advocated a tough stance against Mexico?"

"What if I can't win!"

"I just got hit on the head by Victor three times, and he almost killed me. Have you forgotten Black Hawk Down and the missile crisis? If we fight Victor, Europe and the Soviet Union will be the most proud. At this time, we must restrain ourselves. If we don't kill him in the first blow, then we have to learn how to negotiate."

It’s not like I haven’t pretended to be a grandson before.

“Only the regime that survives can decide the future.”

Richard Bruce Cheney pushed up his glasses. "Victor is too aggressive. Young people always want to solve everything with violence. Can he kill billions of people around the world? Once he offends everyone, he will be the next X-Team!"

"By the way, have you figured out the source of the weapons in Mexico? Don't tell me the CIA and FBI don't have any information."

Before he stepped down, he had doubts about the elite equipment under Victor's command, especially the mysterious 32nd Missile Brigade that has been active in the desert for many years. He wondered where the R-14 medium-range missiles and "Tochka-Y" missiles came from.

"We inside the Soviet Union didn't find out about the deal..."

"The CIA conducted raids on several weapons manufacturers, but no weapons were leaked or exposed..."

"That's strange. Could these weapons float out of the sea? If fission weapons and fusion weapons are developed one day, who will have the final say in North America?"

The old man slammed the table in dissatisfaction, "The CIA eats shit and the FBI drinks urine, and they both claim to be the world's strongest intelligence organizations. I think they are just a bunch of idiots. Sooner or later, they will all be abolished."

The secretary turned pale and almost peed himself when he heard this. He hurried out to close the door, put his finger in front of his lips, and said nervously, "Minister, this...this cannot be said."

The last person who expressed dissatisfaction with the CIA is dead.

If they can't deal with Victor, can they deal with an old man like you?

Richard Bruce Cheney snorted coldly, but did not complain against the two giants anymore. However, neither of them noticed that the eyes of the wooden bird in the pendulum clock behind them were flickering slightly.

Just when the secretary was feeling a little tormented, the phone on the desk rang.

"Hello!" The old man picked up the phone unhappily.

The secretary watched carefully, and the other party's angry expression calmed down immediately. "Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Richard stood up and said, "Mr. President is awake and he wants to see me."

The secretary was startled, but then he was overjoyed, feeling relieved, and said hurriedly, "Then go!"

The Minister of Defense nodded, picked up his coat and left, his steps... seemed calm and light.

Less than a minute after he left, the phone rang again urgently.

The secretary picked up the phone and across the street was the president's office.

"Mr. James Dan Quay looking for the Secretary of Defense? He's not here right now. He's gone to see Mr. Bush."

...

"boom!!"

James Dan Quay kicked the table in the office, his face gloomy, and kept cursing someone's mother.

He is now very...heartbroken!
He served as acting president for several months. After a major incident involving George H.W. Bush, he patched things up, reassured everyone in Congress, coordinated the competition between the two parties, and actively maintained a balance outside.

but?
A spare tire is always a spare tire, and those bastards are all gold diggers!
When Bush Sr. received a phone call in the ward, everyone ran away, even the person in charge of his office left. He suddenly felt... so lonely.

I feel like I have been abandoned.

Sitting on the ground, James Dan Quay's dissatisfaction was magnified. After he enjoyed the power, it was difficult for him to let go of it. He squinted his eyes and no one knew what he was thinking.

嗏

The wind outside was a bit strong.

Hualala...It suddenly started to rain heavily.

Richard Bruce Cheney drove his old car to the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. After more than a dozen examinations, he finally saw George H.W. Bush, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The other party is very weak.

But... I'm still alive.

The two had lived together for decades, and their families knew each other and had a good relationship. He walked up and shook Bush's hand, "Hey, buddy, I'm here."

Bush Sr. nodded weakly, pulled up a smile at the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth. Richard Bruce Cheney didn't hear it clearly the first time, but then he leaned over and finally heard it clearly.

"The CIA... betrayed us!"

Richard's eyes suddenly widened and his eyeballs almost popped out!

He sat there like a sculpture.

Her pupils narrowed as she looked at old Bush. Her hand was still held by him. She subconsciously wanted to pull it away, but the wounded man was unexpectedly strong and held her tightly, his eyes staring straight at her.

Although he is dissatisfied with the CIA, it does not mean that he wants to stand on the opposite side!

A bolt of lightning struck outside.

Shining on his face...

Lifeless.

Sudden torrential rains swept across North America.

Mexico's reservoir safety lines continue to rise.

At this time...

It is also the most chaotic time.

Barry Thomas of the 12th Cavalry Regiment paced nervously in the command post and looked at his watch. The chief of staff had been gone for more than an hour, so why hadn't he returned yet?

blah blah~
Just when he was getting anxious, a familiar figure rushed in through the door. The chief of staff came in somewhat embarrassedly, his body soaked, and followed by a strange... lieutenant?
"How about it?"

Barry Thomas' eyes lit up, he went up to him, supported him and asked, all the while keeping his eyes on him.

Really are…

Don't even give people water to drink.

"Commander, this is Lieutenant Felix of the Northern Army. He's in charge of liaising with us." The chief of staff hurriedly introduced him and winked at his boss.

Barry Thomas, who had worked with him for many years, understood it instantly.

This lieutenant must be no simple matter!
"The division headquarters welcomes your surrender and feels that the Popovich government is perverse and shameful for abandoning an upright person like you and letting drug dealers steal the high position. Division Commander Rommel has instructed that he will apply to the headquarters to allow you to continue to serve as the regiment commander, but you do not need to go to the front line in the next battle and rest in the rear."

"The First Republic is the country of honest Mexicans. You will definitely have more than one career as a regimental commander in your future."

That's almost explicit.

In fact, Mexico still has many troops that have started anti-drug work before, such as the navy. They are not having a good time now. Victor thinks it is impossible to kill all of these people, so he thinks about recruiting them.

At the very least, you can get a good reputation.

How much power do you want?
That's unlikely.

"it is good!"

Barry Thomas was relieved when he heard this. He was also a straightforward person. He picked up the AK47 on the table and said, "Let's go! Call people! Take them to surround them now, otherwise something unexpected will happen."

As he walked out, he lowered his voice and asked his chief of staff, "Who is that guy?"

The chief of staff shook his head. "I'm not sure, but look at this delicate-skinned guy. He has never been on a battlefield. He's only a lieutenant. I don't believe there is something fishy going on here."

Barry Thomas thought about it and thought it made some sense. "Keep an eye on him. If anything goes wrong, it will be hard to explain."

The Chief of Staff responded.

Barry Thomas simply assembled the troops. Although he had some complaints, he had great prestige in the 12th Cavalry Regiment and no one objected. All his men were his own people. Otherwise, with such heavy casualties, they would have run away long ago.

He led his men to launch a surprise attack on the Spanish Foreign Legion one kilometer away!
"Brothers, follow me, kill the Spaniards, long live Mexico!"

Lieutenant Felix was also a little excited, and he rushed forward like a fool, frightening the chief of staff so much that he quickly grabbed him.

Of course they didn't know this man, he was Casare's younger brother.

Actively apply to come to the front line.

"Be careful of sniper guns, follow me!" The other party patted Felix's shoulder, bent down, and rushed out with a rifle in hand.

Felix was stunned, but he remained obedient and didn't say how awesome he was.

He always understood...

Professional matters require professionals.

I have said this many times. You should learn from people who are more professional than you. Pride will only cost you your life.

In this sudden attack, who could have thought that the comrade next door would suddenly turn against you, it was like your wife who was sleeping in the same bed with you stabbed you.

The Foreign Legion is well-trained and its combat effectiveness is certainly stronger than that of the 12th Cavalry Regiment, but your unethical behavior will be useless no matter who comes to your rescue. By the time you react, they'll have already fired bullets at you.

The sounds of gunfire and fighting seemed so depressing amid the sound of rain.

The Foreign Legion collapsed immediately!
Those who ran fast had the wind at their feet, while those who ran slowly were dragged out in their jump shorts. These "spiritual Spaniards" knelt on the dirty ground, holding their heads and looking at them in fear.

Don’t even mention it…

He didn't learn how to fight, but he did learn a little about surrender.

"I'm a Mexican, I'm a Mexican!" shouted a surrendering soldier.

Barry Thomas, holding a gun, was holding a corpse in his hand. It was the commander Olmo Carvajal. There were no less than 40 bullet holes on the other party's body, and it was like a sieve.

It can be seen that she is very dissatisfied with him.

After hearing this, he kicked the other person into the dirty water and turned to look at Felix.

The other party shrank back behind the chief of staff.

Barry Thomas understood immediately that the other party did not want to stand up, so he immediately took out his gun and fired five shots at the soldier, "Bah! Mexicans are joining the Spanish Legion, they are traitors!"

"Brothers, we cannot follow Spain, which has colonized us for hundreds of years, to bully our compatriots. Look at Mexico City, it is full of drug addicts. Who are the people at the top? They have never considered Mexico."

"I have decided to surrender to the First Republic. Governor Victor can lead Mexico from victory to victory!"

"We should live like human beings, not be running dogs of drug dealers!"

The soldiers below looked at each other, raised their hands and cheered.

When the news that the 12th Cavalry Regiment had "annihilated" the Spanish Foreign Legion was returned to the 3rd Division headquarters.

Rommel stood in front of the map and smiled.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and looked straight at the states of Tamaulipas and San Luis Potosí. It was simply a flat road!
The east is completely empty. The main force of the Popovich government is heading to the northwest, intending to take back the lost territory. If you don't take your place behind them, don't blame me.

Bitches!
The big prostitute who doesn’t pay is coming!

Emperor Wei will offer sacrifices to the world in the holy city of Mexico!
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(End of this chapter)