Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 394 The family is about to be reunited~!
At any time, the bombing of the headquarters and the death of the commander cannot be explained in a few words. Morale collapses and the command system disintegrates.

You have no idea what to do next!
The command system is in disarray. Oh my god...

Who on earth do you listen to?
When Ye Jihan led Company A to charge in the opposite direction, there were actually several thousand enemy soldiers at the foot of the mountain. Some wanted to defend to the death, while others wanted to retreat, and the battle line collapsed in an instant!

Zhang Ziqiang, who was standing next to him, rushed out yelling with his gun in hand.

He was a little dizzy from the explosion on his head, and now he had to get back at the enemy. He held down the upper cover of the M249 machine gun, put the butt of the gun against his waist, and fired at the fleeing enemy troops.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!!"

The national quintessence has all come out.

A volley of bullets went off, killing seven or eight people on the spot.

The advantages of "motorized infantry" are reflected at this time. They can run faster than motorcycles on two legs, have abundant physical energy, and chase after the enemy and attack.

In an instant, the defense collapsed.

So relaxing…

"Commander, we've defeated them, but the troops ahead are still chasing us." The staff officer hurried to Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov.

"Order the troops to advance! After crossing Hill 797, advance in three directions according to the plan and report the victory to the headquarters!"

His tone was also very excited. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he asked, "Where is the enemy's 1st Brigade?"

“Down near Guanajuato and the State of Mexico.”

"Where is the 2nd Marine Division?"

“已经从米却肯州向墨西哥州开进，距离墨西哥城只有300多公里，包括陆战1师2个主力团共计2.6万人将和在边境地区的敌第2师、6师、7师和两个摩托化步兵营交战。”少将参谋长弗雷德里克.冯.保卢斯梳着大背头，那眼神如老鹰一般锐利。

He motioned to his staff officer to bring the map and spread it on the table.

"After we take Hill 797, we can go around the 1st Brigade and other enemy forces from the rear. If we cooperate with the 2nd Marine Division, we can completely defeat them!"

"This is all of Popovich's main force!"

"Eat them, Mexico is like a whore with her pants down..."

Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus pointed his pen at the map with a little excitement, "What we have to do is to ravage her severely!"

"So, I suggest that we propose a plan to the headquarters to set the location of the decisive battle here."

He said and pointed to a place.

Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov glanced.

"Acambaro!"

...

The news of Aldous Wendel's murder was not released by any intelligence agency, but was first reported by the Mexican News Agency on the BBS in very few words.

"Mexican troops launched an airstrike, killing the puppet government leader Aldous Wendell!"

Just these few words almost turned the whole of Mexico upside down.

Mexico City.
In the National Palace.

An office secretary ran to Popovich's office in a panic. On the way, someone familiar called him twice, but he pretended not to hear and even bumped into others several times.

"What happened? It's like someone died." The colleague who was hit muttered.

“Do you think it’s possible that there’s something going on at the front line…” someone nearby said carefully, but only dared to say half of it, and then smiled and shook his head, “I didn’t say anything, hahahaha, I didn’t say anything.”

He walked away in panic with his head down.

President Popovich has been in a bad mood recently. Whenever someone expresses dissatisfaction with his policies, he asks his men to throw him into prison, and in serious cases he even sentences him to death.

The rule became increasingly...brutal.

You say you are cruel, but you should at least have loyal troops. Just like Victor, you have no soldiers, but you are the boss, which makes some people below feel insecure.

The secretary was about to rush into the office when he suddenly heard two gunshots!
His expression suddenly changed!
I pushed the door open suddenly and saw Popovich holding a gun and shooting at the photo of Aldous Wendell on the wall. There were already several bullet holes on the photo and he looked like a madman!

The secretary suddenly didn't know how to start.

"Waste! Waste! Waste!!!"

At this moment, Popovich suddenly turned the gun around, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Do not…"

"boom!!!"

A bullet hit the secretary's head, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Popovich held a gun and wanted to smash the other person's face, but he had no bullets left. He actually went up and smashed the secretary's face with the butt of the pistol. The face... turned into a salted duck egg.

The guards who rushed over after hearing the news were stunned when they saw this scene.

"Quick! Pull it away sir!"

When the Minister of Intelligence "Mile" ran over and saw this scene, his expression went out of control. He went up and pulled Popovich. The guards next to him also hurried to help and finally pressed him into the chair.

I'm having a mental breakdown!
There is a mental illness in the Popovich family.

It happens whenever it's provoked.

"Don't tell anyone what happened here. Take the body out." Mile turned and glared at the soldiers and said gloomily, "Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the guard said hurriedly.

"You guys go down, I'll take care of the gentleman here."

The guard was eager to leave. Who would want to be with a lunatic? He even remembered to close the door when he left.

Mile turned his head and looked at Popovich, who kept muttering, "Brother, waste, waste..."

He drew the curtains, and the office suddenly became much darker.

Mile's eyes narrowed as he walked behind Popovich, stroked his back, pulled a folding knife from his pocket with his right hand, and slammed his left hand over his mouth.

puff!
The fruit knife stabbed in at an angle of 30 degrees!

Anyone who has killed someone knows that you shouldn’t stab the person horizontally, as this can easily break the neck; instead, stab the person vertically or diagonally, as this can sever all the tendons and veins inside.

"Woo!!"

Popovich kicked his legs and his eyeballs popped out.

"Take a deep breath, believe me, it's normal to feel dizzy." Mile said in a low voice, without loosening the strength of his hand at all, allowing the other person's nails to scratch his arm!

finally…

Popovich's struggle stopped.

Only then did Mile let go, pulled out his folding knife, and stabbed it in again!

Really, damn, he is very professional!

There was no pain at all.

After pulling the knife out again, he took some paper from the table and wiped the floor with blood.

He picked up the chocolate on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, looked in the mirror, adjusted his suit, and then pulled the corners of his mouth open with his hands.

"I'm Jeff Bennett."

Codename: "The Joker!"

...

It was not until lunchtime that the trembling secretary came over with food. She knocked on the door but no one answered, so she pushed it open cautiously and went in.

"gentlemen…"

"what!!"

She screamed at the scene before her.

Popovich sat in a chair with his mouth half open, his eyes bulging with bloodshot, and his face pale.

Mr. President was killed!
This news instantly shook the entire National Palace and then spread out.

At this time, Jeff Bennett was standing at the door of a church in Mexico City. He had a beard, braids on his head, and held corn kernels in his hands. After a pigeon flew over and pecked at the kernels, he clapped his hands and walked to a public telephone booth across the street.

Dial a number.

"The evil dragon has been slain!"

After saying that, he walked out of the phone booth and saw a thinly dressed girl begging. He took out a $100 bill from his pocket and put it into the bowl in front of the girl's astonished gaze.

"I am a good person."

Leave in style.

...

"Breaking news! President Popovic died of illness in the National Palace!"

This news was first reported by the BBC in the United States and quickly spread throughout the country, reaching North America.

too suddenly!

The White House was stunned.

The men in Buckingham Palace were speechless.

Spain was completely silent. Even the drug-trafficking regime in the south was unusually silent.

It seemed as if the whole world was quiet.

Facts have proved that each person's joys and sorrows are different.

America, Spain, and Britain began discussing the selection of new leaders, and, according to rumors, Spain was sending all of its remaining 4300-plus foreign legionnaires.

Of course, this matter was quickly responded to by the Spanish Ministry of Foreign Affairs, "No, from the beginning to the end, we have never sent soldiers to North America. Everything has nothing to do with the government."

All right…

Be like a turtle.

But it is true, MD, those 600 soldiers are now out of contact, and the Popovich government claims that they have lost contact...

Well, now I’ve been screwed too.

Needless to say, they were definitely wiped out!

The 1st Marine Division is now rushing into Tamaulipas State recklessly. There is no organized army in it, and it is only a matter of time before it is liberated!

Victor was very happy and appeared on the "Tijuana Time" channel in the evening, dressed in military uniform and looking handsome.

"A fake government that goes against the people's choice will only end up dead!"

"I once again urge the soldiers not to waste their lives. Your lives should be dedicated to the country and the nation, not to fighting for drug dealers. I also warn those who are stubborn and recalcitrant: Popovich's today is your tomorrow!"

"Long live!"

As soon as he came down from the show, Casare sent over the thumbs-up and compliments he had prepared.

Anyone can be late, but not him.

"Boss, a reporter wants to interview you tomorrow..."

"Rejecting interviews with European and American journalists..."

"The same for Miss Belsaria Rumsfeld?" Casare asked with a smile.

Victor groaned for a while, "There's always someone who can be an exception, is she one of them?"

“No, it was someone else from The Washington Post.”

“Are there any Asian ones?”

“There are three in Hong Kong…”

"Tell them to come the day after tomorrow. I'm going to the front line tomorrow to comfort my soldiers!"

Casare couldn't keep up with Victor's pace because of his short legs. He trotted and said hurriedly, "Boss, can't we just let some celebrity women go to express our condolences?"

The latter stopped immediately and looked at him seriously.

"Casare, the reason we work so hard is to make sure our women don't have to dance for others, and to let women comfort them, so what's the difference between us and the South Korean army?"

Victor paused, not disguising his sarcasm towards South Korea, "Only those faithless Siba need women to twist their hips to attract them. In our army, the people, loyalty and faith are the best comfort!"

"I don't want to leave nothing for Mexico a hundred years later. What I want to leave for them is a loyal army and a peaceful environment."

Casare's face was serious, "I understand, Boss."

"To hell with capitalism!" Victor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then I'll make the arrangements. Which unit will you join?"

"Go to the 3rd Division. I'll go wherever my soldiers are!"

...

The world's eyes are on Mexico.

After the black market opened, the odds of the central pseudo-government winning dropped rapidly!
Similarly, Wall Street stocks hit the daily limit at the opening.

Including agricultural stocks and technology stocks, the market knows that when Victor actually moves into Mexico, these places will become the objects of "competition" by Mexico, and will deal a very heavy blow to the domestic agriculture of the United States.

Mexican stocks are rising sharply!
Several military industry stocks in the north went into battle and hit the daily limit.

Of course, it is impossible for a "miracle stock" to surge 6692535% in one day like in India, setting a new world record!
Even if I drink all the water in the Ganges, it still doesn't seem reliable.

Even Aunt San would scream!
After the Western Army was defeated, it failed to mount an effective counterattack.

In just 17 hours...

The 3rd Division advanced over 200 kilometers!
Conquered 17 towns in a row, including the important western city of Leon!

This city of 17 people…

This population number is already very large in Mexico. It is impossible for a small county to have hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

Ka La
The "Wiesel" 1 airborne armored vehicle entered Leon, where the Guards Regiment will rest.

"What are our casualties?" Ye Jihan ate some dry biscuits, opened his canteen and drank it all in one gulp, almost choking to death.

"We have 21 killed in action, 20 slightly injured, and 6 seriously injured." Zhang Ziqiang was holding a list in his hand, on which there were many names marked with red lines, which represented deaths. He handed it over.

21 name!
This made Ye Jihan silent.

Almost half of the row is gone...

It must be hard to feel sad when a comrade you have been with day and night is suddenly gone.

"Keep the list. After the war, we'll go visit their homes."

Zhang Ziqiang nodded.

Sitting opposite him were two brothers, Chen Jianguo and Chen Yuanchao, the two veterans mentioned earlier. These names are very stylish.

The two brothers rushed forward, the fierce generals of Company A!

The two killed at least 50 people...

Nourishing ~
Suddenly, the "Wiesel" 1 airborne armored vehicle braked.

Several people almost fell out!
"Fuck!" Zhang Ziqiang patted the driver in front of him and cursed in Spanish, "Did your girlfriend give birth to a black person for you? Why are you stepping on the brakes like that!"

"Sir, there are people ahead..." The driver made way for a while, and Ye Jihan looked out through the window and saw more than a dozen elderly, weak women, girls and children standing in the middle of the road.

"All companies on alert!"

He pressed the intercom and spoke.

Zhang Ziqiang climbed out of the window, where there was a machine gun mounted, ready to shoot if anything went wrong.

"Company commander, be careful, there may be a trap. Our troops have just arrived and they are not afraid. They are standing in the middle of the road. There must be something wrong." said Chen Yuanchao, the Chen brother.

He is a veteran and has experience.

When they were beating the monkeys, those Vietnamese women kept shouting they were hungry while holding their children. Then what happened?
When you were kind enough to give them food, she pulled out a gun.

Ye Jihan hesitated, and then...

The driver yelled, "Captain, they're coming!"

He quickly leaned over and saw the old, weak, sick and young rushing over.

"shot!"

"what?!"

"I said shoot! I will be responsible for all military consequences!" Ye Jihan cursed.

Zhang Ziqiang responded quickly, and the 12.7mm M2HB heavy machine gun above fired a clean volley of bullets.

Chug tug tug…

He just killed him!

Those who were not dead were still screaming and lying on the ground.

"Company commander, many civilians are rushing out from the alleys on all sides..." The frightened voice of the soldier came from the walkie-talkie.

"With a weapon?"

"A small number of AKs, but mostly sticks and shovels."

"Enter combat mode and call for support from the troops behind. I order you to open fire and kill them!"

"They are not civilians now, they are thugs!"

"Yes, sir!"

Phew~~

A Wiesel 1 airborne armored vehicle at the back fired a TOW anti-tank missile straight ahead.

It hit someone straight on.

The body instantly exploded into pieces, and dozens of people around were also taken in.

One shot into the soul!
"charge!!"

Ye Jihan will make these people understand today.

What does it mean to break up the Yamato spirit with three sticks? Sir, I am Korean!

……

(End of this chapter)