Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 392 We surround North America!

Tijuana. Deep pool.

In fact, it is just a small port. Usually, cruise ships and speedboats are docked here, and there are many tourists. But after the war started, this place was requisitioned and no one was allowed to approach.

And at this time...

There were a bunch of people sitting or standing on the shore. Judging from the signs they were wearing, they were journalists, from all over the world.

There was a gantry crane lying across it, with a very long rope stretched out. If you looked closely, you could see a person hanging from it, head down, shouting a lot of gibberish, but no one could understand what he was saying.

There were several sharks swimming below, occasionally raising their heads and opening their bloody mouths.

"what!!!"

Suddenly the rope loosened, and the person in the air screamed and fell down. With a splash, the water splashed higher than that of the Philippine diving team. The shark seemed to be frightened and rushed towards the other side with its fangs and claws bared.

Bite!

devour!

The water began to gurgle and blood began to ooze out...

"OMG! OMG!! Oh my God, ahhh!!" A blonde female reporter couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground holding her head and screaming, and she even retched with an ugly face.

There was an uproar among the reporters.

Everyone felt the love from the north of Mexico.

"Next!" Casare, who was smoking a cigarette, shouted. Two Northern Army soldiers dragged an old man out from the side team. It was none other than Major General James Anderson, the commander of the "Invincible" aircraft carrier. He no longer had the high spirits he had before.

The whole person was hunched over, as if... he had been sucked dry.

When he was dragged out, his mouth was still trembling. When the rope was put around his ankles, he couldn't help crying out loud, "I am a lord! General of Great Britain, I surrender, you can't kill me! You can't kill me!!"

Several British journalists could not help but speak, but were stopped by their colleagues.

Casare reached out to the security guard, who handed him the microphone. "Your Lordship! I'm sorry, your country has abandoned you. Those high-ranking gentlemen are unwilling to pay to redeem you. You should blame them!"

"In their eyes, you are not even worth ten pounds!"

"Please rest assured. After you die, the great General Victor will order the navy to drive the sharks into the English Channel. Of course, you must not be pulled out in the middle of the journey, otherwise, you will not be able to return home."

Such murderous and heartbreaking words will definitely bring shame to the British government. These are thousands of people!

"I surrender, don't kill me, I can serve the Mexican Navy! I have a lot of secrets, I know a lot of secrets of the Navy, don't kill me!" Major General James Anderson begged with snot and tears streaming down his face.

The reporters were in an uproar.

I have never seen such a shameless general.

They all looked at their British colleagues, and their expressions looked as if they had eaten shit.

The commander standing below glanced at Casare, who had already raised his hand, just waiting quietly for the wave.

"Sir, there is news from the Governor's Office." The secretary suddenly came over and whispered something in his ear. Casare's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said into the microphone, "Sir, you are lucky. Congratulations, you are still alive."

"knock off!"

When James Anderson was untied, he sat down on the ground, trembling as he looked at the Northern Army soldiers, "Can you... let me change my pants?"

Governor's Office.

Victor met with representatives from the HSBC consortium.

This company founded in London has a market value of over 1000 billion US dollars and has businesses in Asia, Africa, Europe, Latin America and Australia, especially in Hong Kong. Relying on the economic boom in the 80s, they are eating a lot of greasy food.

same…

They also have a very good relationship with the British government.

"Mr. Governor, I am here to discuss the issue of prisoners with you on behalf of the royal family, the cabinet and 7000 million British people." Malcolm Lewis, president of HSBC's North American branch, said with a forced smile.

He worked in Mexico for five years. Before Victor's rise, the financial statements of the HSBC consortium were in the red. After Victor's rise, the numbers on the statements dropped rapidly, making people cry.

During the "economic reform", HSBC was also one of the first companies willing to allow the Northern Army to form a joint venture. It was relatively obedient and did not do anything out of line. Victor still liked these... fat pigs.

Malcolm Lewis was forced to come.

The "shark bungee jumping" was broadcast live, with a 100% mortality rate. Many British people saw it. The cabinet could no longer sit still and immediately contacted the HSBC consortium, hoping that they could bring the people back.

As for the money…

The parliament is really out of money, the treasury is enough to feed rats.

Can you please pay it first and we will pay it back in installments?

If it really doesn’t work, use domestic products as collateral!
So the HSBC executives asked Malcolm Lewis to come over...

"The British government asked you to come for talks?"

Victor looked at the reserved businessman in front of him and smiled gently, "What's their bottom line?"

? ? ? !
Who would come up and ask like this?

Can I tell you my territory?

But Malcolm Lewis took a look at the golden revolver in the other's hand, the classic Colt Python revolver.

This was given to him by the people of Baja California. He liked it very much and always carried it with him. It represented his importance in the hearts of the people.

He said it very simply, "1.6 million pounds!"

Work is work, life is life, they have to be clearly distinguished, and he has no urge to die for the company.

Victor was very satisfied that the other party was understanding. "I want 1.58 ​​million pounds, and you can have tea with the remaining 200 million."

Malcolm Lewis's hands trembled. He took a kickback of 200 million? !
This... this is not good.

"Of course, I have something to trouble you..."

"Wha...what."

Victor glanced at Cuauhcmote, who was sitting next to him. The nominal president of the "First Republic" smiled. His voice was a little hoarse due to his injury, and his vocal cords could not be reversed. "We need a batch of loans to build Mexico."

Malcolm Lewis breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what was going on. "No problem..."

“But we don’t want to pay it back.”

Ga? !

You're getting it for free!

No, you're robbing?
His face turned sad. "This is against the procedure. I...I will be sued. Besides, my limit is only 260 million pounds. If it is higher than this, it will require approval from the headquarters."

"Then we can make several loans, 240 million pounds each time. That should be no problem. If we can complete one, we can give you 10 pounds in dividends. With the kickbacks, it will be enough for you to move to another place to live. What do you think of Mexico? It has beautiful scenery and we are willing to provide you with asylum."

Quauk-U-K-Mote smirked, "Of course, you can refuse. That's fine. We are all very democratic."

Click~
Victor next to him pressed the safety, and as the revolver slid with a crisp sound, Malcolm Lewis began to sweat.

As the president of the North American branch, he has the authority to lend money to others. Isn't it just a matter of setting up a shell company? It's very simple. But the other party is trying to drag him into it, and he is so scared.

"800 million pounds, we will give it to you in due time. This is our biggest concession, haha."

This number still made Malcolm Lewis tremble in his heart. 800 million pounds, he could never get that much money even if he worked himself to death. Of course, it was impossible for him not to be tempted...

Victor and the other man were not in a hurry and just looked at him quietly.

Finally four or five minutes passed.

He spoke.

"I...I also want to give some money to the higher-ups."

If you don’t take it and I don’t take it, what should Mr. Smith take?
"Of course. Let's see how much money can be approved. If it's less than 5000 million, I can give you 5%. If it's above 5000 million, you can get 6%. You pay the above money. How about it?" said Kwaukmot.

As long as you succeed, you can at least be a multi-millionaire!
For workers, there is nothing that cannot be done as long as the benefits are high. Moreover, as a consortium, there are many cases of illegal lending.

There are a lot of bad debts every year.

As long as the operation is covert, the worst that can happen is that we set up a few more shell companies, and we can just run away if they are found out!

"no problem!"

"Then it's a happy cooperation. I look forward to hearing your good news. Tell Buckingham Palace that if you don't pay within three days, I will execute the prisoners."

When Malcolm Lewis heard this, he shuddered, nodded hurriedly, picked up the coffee and drank it, then followed the secretary away stiffly.

There were only two people left in the room. "We look like kidnappers," Kwaukmote said with a smile.

Victor stood up and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet behind him. There was a string of English words written on it, which he couldn't understand, but it should be expensive. He poured the coffee into the cactus, then filled his own bottle and motioned to Quau Kmot, who waved his hand, "Tatiana doesn't allow me to drink. I need to take care of my health."

"What a nice man."

Victor smiled and said, "The biggest difference between us and the kidnappers is that they don't have as much firepower as us. If possible, I want to kidnap the queen and sell her underwear to Amin. I heard that he likes it very much."

This remark elicited laughter from Kwaukmot.

Slowly, his smile faded and he sighed.

"Victor, Mexico is out of touch with many countries in Europe and Latin America. Many regions even label us as terrorists. It's very difficult to handle work."

"The economic policies implemented in the country can satisfy the lower classes, but other classes are very hostile to us. Some people think we are practicing communism."

In European and American propaganda, this kind of ideology is cannibalistic!

Although many people in Latin America are doing this, how many of them can succeed? Only Cuba, right?

He was also pressed to death on that one acre and three mu of land.

As for the others, if you show any signs of this, they will kill you.

The class struggle is bloody.

Just like in the Philippines, power and money are in the hands of more than a hundred families. Where is the chance to stand out?
"Whether it's communism or capitalism, as long as they can make people live a good life, then they are suitable for Mexico. But I know that the United States has been sucking our blood for a long time. If we don't resist, then we will be their pigs and they can exploit us at any time. Although our relationship with them is very bad now, in fact, if you look closely, it is also very good. They have a group of people who dare not go to war with us!"

"Our missiles can reach his Washington, D.C."

"We can bring Wall Street's economy to a standstill for three days!"

"We can make those elites who light cigarettes with banknotes live in fear of caliber."

"Do you think they dare to fight us?"

"Moreover, the United States is blockading us, but we are also blockading the United States. In the first half of the year, the number of American cargo ships passing through the Gulf of Mexico decreased by 31% compared to last year. What does this mean? In the region, we play the role of opening the door for them. If we close the door, their goods will have to go around and the cost will increase several times. Do you think that if this continues, we will offend them, or they will offend their own class?"

"We have nothing anyway, and the Americans wearing Adidas don't dare to fight us on their own soil."

"There's too much money, I'm scared to death." Victor sighed.

Quauk-Motte thought this theory was actually correct.

Would the richest man exchange his life with that of the poor?

Certainly not!

Because he felt it wasn't worth it.

But the poor think it's worth it because you are rich but unkind.

"When we are able to completely control the sky, hahahaha, then the United States will have no choice but to admit that we are powerful."

Victor took a deep breath and said, "Of course, all this depends on our own efforts. After we defeat Popovich, the next one will be the southern government. Don't be anxious. We have to eat one bite at a time!!"

The economy of the North is still not as good as that of the South...

"Also, land reform must continue. This is an important means for us to tie ourselves closely to the common people."

"I will watch it myself. If anyone messes around here, I will kill him." Kwaukmote nodded seriously.

"They want us to die, so let's see who has a tougher life!"

Victor raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, revealing his sharp edge.

……

Jalisco-Guanajuato Northwest Battlefield.

On a 600-meter-high mountain on the border between the two sides, more than 1 elite soldiers from the 71st Regiment of the "2000st Brigade", nicknamed "Barbary Lions", are stationed here.

All the grassroots cadres are American soldiers.

Bunkers, trenches and foxholes can be seen everywhere...

There is even an uphill buffer point to protect against shrapnel from artillery shells.

A fat private soldier wearing a six-color desert camouflage BDU combat uniform squatted on the ground, panting. He took out a chocolate from his arms and ate it, his eyes shining.

"Idiot! Put on your helmet!" Suddenly a curse sounded. He looked up and saw a white man coming towards him aggressively, grabbing his neck, "Who told you to take off your helmet on the battlefield!"

The fat man hurriedly put it on, in a panic.

"If I see you again, I'll make you a human target!"

"Yes, sir!"

The American officer snorted coldly and left with a sullen face.

The fat man lowered his head and the chocolate in his hand fell. He squatted down and was about to pick it up.

Boom boom boom!

The huge shock wave knocked him down immediately. He curled up and screamed, holding his head. The sand above fell on him.

pat~
An arm fell on his face, but it was still able to move. His face was covered in blood. His eyes widened and he saw that the officer who had just scolded him not far away had been blown to pieces!

A bloody piece of flesh fell not far from him, and the squirming muscles made his brain dizzy and he passed out!

The artillery regiment of the 3rd Marine Division bombarded the hillside indiscriminately. Since they had the firepower, they used "Van Fleet's ammunition!"

Invest huge amounts of ammunition in intensive bombing to inflict a devastating blow to the enemy!
I have a wealthy family and there is nothing I can do about it.

The logistics department brought over a lot of artillery shells without feeling sorry at all.

Come straight to 20 rounds!
M198式155毫米榴弹炮62门、M109自行榴弹炮32门、BM-13C型火箭炮74门，168门火炮，这是一个“主力师”的“炮兵团”家当。

All four divisions have it.

Just blast it as hard as you can.

Bang bang bang!
Thousands of artillery shells fell on the 2.2 square kilometers of hillside, creating pits on the left and holes on the right.

Those fortifications were like paper in the face of the artillery shells.

Broken limbs and broken arms are flying around!

The blood gathered into pools, and those who were not yet dead were wailing in them.

"help me…"

A pair of black hands tightly grasped the stone and moved forward with force. It was hard to tell his age. His two legs were gone and his body was covered in blood, but the desire to survive kept him lying there.

His lips were dry and even cracked.

He raised his head, and in his cloudy eyes, he seemed to see a woman looking at him sadly...

"Mom, I'm tired and don't want to fight anymore..."

He thought about how he was very young at that time. His father gave him a wooden sculpture of an airplane, and he ran wildly in the fields with it. He was smiling at that time, and his mother was calling him from behind.

The little yellow dog that he had raised for a long time followed him with his tongue hanging out. He looked very happy.

"Mother…"

"I want to go home..."

The light in his eyes went out and he fell to the ground, but the next second, a bomb fell beside him, and the body was rolled up like a rag and torn into many pieces.

war…

That's it.

Those who like war are either fools or idiots.

God…

Do you really like war that much?
Quack quack quack~
A crow stood on a branch and cried strangely. It looked at the bloody battlefield below with desire in its eyes.

It's just like…

Just like the politicians who send people to war.

...

(End of this chapter)