Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 396 Laozi’s Taoist Name: Firepower True Person Caliber Monk!

Temporary residence.

Rommel was discussing military plans with several regimental commanders for full control of Tamaulipas.

"We need to control the capital. According to intelligence, there are still about 500 local patrols in Victoria City, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Matamoros, a major city in the north, faces Brownsville in the United States. We should avoid conflicts with the US military as much as possible..."

"Division Commander! Urgent message from the Guard Battalion!"

A staff officer ran in from the door and hurriedly handed the message in his hand to Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock next to him. The latter took a look at it, frowned, and handed it to Rommel.

There is only one sentence above.

"My troops exchanged fire with the U.S. military at Border Line 91, and the enemy entered our territory within 50 meters!"

Rommel saw the solemn expression on his face and looked at the regimental officers present. Finally, his eyes settled on the most capable Colonel Hermann Hoth, "Order the Guards Regiment to assemble and head to Border No. 91. The remaining troops 336 and 337 will arrive soon. The other troops remain on standby!"

"Commander, what is my mission?"

Rommel glared and said, "Do I need to teach you this? Fight back. It has always been our way to let others suffer losses. Do you think our general is very reasonable..."

"Cough, cough!" Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock heard the division commander say something a little too much, so he covered his mouth and coughed.

Rommel was startled and changed the subject, "Don't be afraid, the general will back us up!"

Victor: Thank you, it’s really an honor to have you!
Hermann Hoth's eyes lit up when he heard this; he loved beating the Yankees.

Eat and sleep until your neck turns red!

"Yes!"

...

Camp 91 at this time.

The guard battalion rushed into American territory and started a killing spree!
The TPz-1 armored vehicle threw a smoke bomb, and by the time the National Guard came to their senses, the guard battalion had already rushed in.

Each of them was like a gangster, holding down the gun and firing machine guns.

"This is Squad C! This is Squad C!!" A lieutenant, holding a communicator, hid behind a Hummer and shouted in fear.

The bullets hit the car body, and the sparks scared him terribly.

The National Guard…

When have you seen this scene?!
How can you compare with this group of people who fight from north to south?
War is the best "sparring partner". If you survive one battle, you are a veteran. If you survive five battles, you are an elite soldier. If you survive ten battles, you are a seasoned veteran.

During the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, the U.S. military looked down on the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, believing that the troops that had experienced the Northern Expedition, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and the Civil War were just rookies fighting each other.

However, when they arrived on the battlefield, reality told them that if it were not for the gap in weapons, MacArthur might have been buried along with his pipe.

"Requesting for support! Requesting for support!!!" Before the lieutenant could finish his words, a grenade was thrown from somewhere and rolled right at his feet, causing him to stare blankly.

boom!
The crow is on a plane!

The explosion was so powerful that it dented the Hummer, but the tires... were bulletproof.

Four members of the guard team hid behind the vehicle and fired. They didn't even dare to stick their heads out. They just held their guns and shot.

It was blown to pieces by a rocket launcher!
In just a few minutes, almost all the members of the team were killed.

"Quick! Order everyone to withdraw to the border, and bring some of the American soldiers' bodies over." The battalion commander grabbed the deputy battalion commander next to him and said.

The latter was stunned, but then he understood!

He dragged the body of an American soldier with a broken leg and ran back, shouting, "Everyone drag a body back!"

The U.S. military provided support very quickly, especially to Texas, where the people are very tough. Of course, they used to be part of Mexico, but it has been over 170 years. It is impossible for them to think of returning to Mexico.

They are making a fuss just for their own autonomy.

Texas has 2.32 armed forces, second only to California. After receiving the call for help, the nearby 278rd Squadron of the 3th Armored Cavalry Regiment drove directly to the scene.

But when they arrive.

Corpses everywhere!

There are American soldiers in uniform, and there are stowaways and drug dealers in civilian clothes.

Over there, the guard battalion was running with their guns pointed at them, and the battalion commander shouted righteously, "Yankees! Do you want to start a war?"

"Don't go too far! You killed our civilians and rushed into our territory. Do you think we dare not fight back?"

"Today, you have to give me an explanation!!"

"otherwise…"

The deputy battalion commander behind them pulled the bolt, and the muzzle of the anti-aircraft machine gun, as thick as a crane, was aimed at them. He pursed his lips, looking... aggrieved that his territory was invaded.

The 278rd Squadron of the 3th Armored Cavalry Regiment rushed over.

Huh? (Dog head!)

Word of the border skirmish soon reached Tijuana and the White House.

"Boss, should we make a statement?" Casare's eyes were red. He hadn't slept well for several nights. He had been busy with logistical support. Only those who have served in this position know how great the mental pressure here is.

I was so busy with endless material applications that I didn’t even have time to drink a sip of water.

"What do we want to declare? Connect me to the Pentagon. I want to ask them sternly why they want to have a conflict. Are they going to tear up the agreement and start a new war?"

Casare suddenly realized!
Yes, in this kind of thing, whoever speaks first is right, and you have to seize the initiative.

There are only so many words anyway, so grab them first.

He quickly dialed the Pentagon using a satellite phone.

We fight often and are familiar with each other.

And in Arlington County, southwest of [Washington, D.C.], on the Potomac River.

Veteran Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney hasn't been sleeping well lately either.

He still had the image of George H.W. Bush holding his hand in the hospital and saying, "Clean up the CIA!" in his mind.

He was so scared that his legs went weak when he walked out of the hospital.

Did the old man get hit on the head? There are traitors in the CIA, so why are you cleaning up the CIA? You clean up the president. If you die, there will be no traitors.

He now feels uncomfortable all over and has the urge to quit his job immediately and go home to raise pigs.

Domestic conflicts and contradictions, huge gap between the rich and the poor, racial discrimination, the continuous influx of refugees, the two-party struggle, etc.

Forget it, let’s have a civil war!

He is too tired as the Minister of Defense.

To involve the CIA at this critical juncture is like Smith eating arsenic - asking for trouble!

He is now holding on tightly...

letter of resignation.

I quit. I'm done with it.

"Defense Minister! Defense Minister!" Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Richard Bruce Cheney hurriedly stuffed his resignation letter into the drawer and frowned, "Come in!"

A staff member opened the door and came in in a panic.

"What's wrong? Calm down, are they fighting?"

"Yes, Secretary of Defense, the Northern Army and we have had another conflict, and the front line reported that 17 members of the Texas National Guard were killed."

"What!!"

Richard Bruce Cheney's butt suddenly bounced up and his eyes widened.

Ding Ding Ding ~
The phone on the table also rang at the right time. He didn't want to answer it, but it kept ringing, so he had to pick it up, "Don't call me now!!"

"Secretary of Defense, Tijuana is calling."

Richard Bruce Cheney was silent for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Put it in."

He heard two beeps from the other side, and then before he could say anything, a roar came from that side.

“Yankee!!!!”

"Fuck you!"

"What do you want to do? Do you want to start a war? Just wait. Let your anti-aircraft missiles wait. I will press the missile button right now. Let's see how many missiles your Washington can withstand when it falls to the ground!"

“???” The old man’s brain was frozen. He wasn’t as well-functioning as the young man now, and he didn’t understand the cause and effect. But looking at the other party’s angry look, it was obvious that they had suffered a loss.

Is it...

Texas is taking the initiative to provoke?
"Don't be anxious. Calm down, Mr. Victor. Let me investigate this matter first. I will definitely give you an answer."

"Calm down? You killed more than 20 of my soldiers, calm down. You also killed more than 100 of our civilians. You want me to be so calm about this? You like to start a war, then well, wait to collect your bodies in Texas tomorrow."

"Etc., etc!"

Richard Bruce Cheney really panicked when he heard this.

Victor is crazy!
Both the CIA and the FBI have profiled his psychology and believe that he is paranoid, neurotic, suffering from persecution delusions, and obsessive-compulsive disorder. In short, all mental illnesses can be found in him.

Moreover, he has no sense of the overall situation. If you make him unhappy, he will pick on you.

Richard Bruce Cheney's tone softened slightly, like a child, "Mr. Victor, you don't want anyone to suffer, right? I will investigate this matter myself. If there are any questions, I will definitely handle them impartially."

"You also know that if we go to war, both sides will suffer. The progress of the war in Mexico will be interrupted, and those drug dealers will rise again..."

"Then I will drag America down with me to die. I want to see if the Pacific Ocean can accommodate our nearly 3 million people. By then, our corpses may fill the ocean." Victor said lightly.

bet?
Not betting?

bet?
Grass mud horse!
Richard Bruce Cheney sighed, even pleading a little, "Give me some time."

He dared not ask Texas to apologize. It is the Lone Star State. If you get angry when you disagree with something, even if he is the Secretary of Defense, they will not pay attention to you. Apologize? The rednecks did not apologize!

As for asking Mexico to apologize?

He doesn't have this ability.

A dignified US Secretary of Defense is now in a dilemma.

Victor smiled, his voice casual, "Mr. Richard, I respect you. I'll give you 10 hours. I hope you can give me a result. Also, if you don't feel comfortable staying in the United States, you can come to Mexico and become our defense minister. Oh, and I can also give you an annual salary of 2000 million US dollars!"

After saying that, he hung up.

Richard Bruce Cheney's lips were trembling, not because he was excited, but because he was angry. They poached his people and made him commit treason?!

I'm a five-star citizen! A four-star general!

"Prepare a plane for me, I'm going to Texas." He looked up at the staff in front of him and said.

"ASAP!"

"Yes, sir."

He also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he ran off to make arrangements.

The old man opened the drawer and quietly looked at the resignation letter and the pistol next to it. For some reason he picked up the gun and pointed it at his mouth, but then he shuddered and put the muzzle of the gun against his leg.

But in the end he just threw the gun on the table and gasped.

He still didn't dare.

It takes courage to shoot.

He doesn't even have the urge to evade responsibility. What a pitiful man.

Victor on the other end was smiling happily.

"Order the 32nd Missile Brigade to take combat positions and fire missiles into the Gulf of Mexico and the Jesús María Channel at a.m. tomorrow."

"Boss, won't this irritate the Americans too much? We don't seem to be in the right..." Casare said with a wry smile.

He knew that the sea channel was located in the right waters of the Mexican state of Mauripas, less than 60 nautical miles away from the United States. This was a threat.

"Reason? I, Victor, recruited soldiers and horses not for the purpose of reasoning. Besides, we all live together in North America, why should we reason?"

It feels so reasonable.

As expected of the boss.

"Then let's go to the front line to visit the troops tomorrow..."

"Proceed as usual."

Victor looked at his watch and realized he could still take a nap for another hour or two.

He stood up and said to Casare, "Let's go, have breakfast, prepare some materials, and urge Goebbels to finish his speech."

Fatty Ka gave a bitter smile.

My life is full of hard work.

Guanajuato, León!
on the street.

Ye Jihan looked at his watch. He was wearing a stylish military uniform. The clothes of the Northern Army were very German style, and it seemed that all the officers had high collars.

Senior military officers even have tattoos of the Mexican flag.

At this time, there were more than 200 people kneeling on the street, both men and women, all of them were drug addicts.

"Ready!" He saw that it was six o'clock, the sky was bright and the sun was rising.

Ye Jihan is still too kind.

Let these bastards see the sun the next day!
"shot!"

Following his order, the machine gun behind him opened fire and wiped out the two hundred people. Run?
hey-hey…

When I caught him, my tendons were cut.

How to run?
What to run with?

I could only shed tears and howl in pain.

"Victor, you will die a horrible death!!!" A one-eyed man cursed loudly and died with many bullet holes on his body.

"Cut off his head and hang it up! Chop up his body and put it in the church. He dared to curse the general. I will let him die and never be reincarnated." Ye Jihan said with a gloomy face. He waved his hand and two soldiers behind him rushed forward. With a wave of their swords, the head came off.

Zhang Ziqiang shrank his head beside him, "Brother Huan, do you want me to lick you like this?"

"You have to flatter your boss when you go to work, otherwise how can you get a raise or a promotion? We can't go back to our country now. You don't want to be pushed to the ground as soon as you get off the plane, so just follow the general and don't think about anything."

"loyalty!!"

Zhang Ziqiang's eye twitched.

NMD, you are better at shouting loyalty than Koreans.

He looked at the more than 5 corpses on the ground. This was not the first batch, but the fifth batch. In other words, Ye Jihan killed thousands of people!

Fuck!
Zhang Ziqiang still remembers the looks in the eyes of many people before they died, full of resentment, pleading, hatred and madness. He is still trembling all over even now.

"Brother Huan." He suddenly shouted.

"Ok?"

"Aren't you afraid that they will come looking for you as a ghost?"

Ye Jihan was startled, looking at the other person's expression, and then he raised his hand and slapped the other person on the head, "Ghost? What a big ghost, I've been a virgin for 30 years, I'm a virgin, I'm carrying a 5.56mm, and the boss behind me has a 400mm caliber, and there are missiles, what ghost is so durable?"

"Also, I believe in Taoism. I have been a Taoist in Longhu Mountain and I have a Taoist name."

"Master Firepower, Master Caliber, you're talking to me about ghosts?"

"Ah, you're crazy."

Zhang Ziqiang scratched his head as he looked at Ye Jihan, who was talking nonsense.

"When I believe in it, I call him Amitabha. When I don't believe in it, I call him feudal superstition."

"I see you've never been beaten by a fist, so you'll deal with these corpses here today. Also, have someone mop the floor! The air is full of the smell of blood, which attracts bugs."

"Did you hear me!"

Ye Jihan glared.

Zhang Ziqiang could only shrink his head and nod vigorously, "I heard it."

"Hehe, do it sooner!"

"You keep telling me nonsense all day long."

……

(End of this chapter)