Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 401 I take the benefits but I won’t take the responsibilities!

Chapter 401 I take the benefits but I won’t take the responsibilities!
The United States’ recent national fortune has not been very good.

First, two CIA directors died, then the boss and a group of bigwigs were shot at a meeting, some died and some were injured, and now the death of Richard Bruce Cheney has pushed public opinion to the peak!

The United States has been founded for more than 200 years, but the number of people in power who have died is less than in the past two years.

Do I need to wear a helmet when going to work in the future, or write a suicide note?

ha~
It is the United States that makes people afraid. When will it be the turn of others to make America afraid?
Many Southern rednecks marched in groups holding signs.

A reporter grabbed a bearded man on the street, the kind with a red short-sleeved shirt, a baseball cap, a beard and a big belly, and interviewed him.

"The Bush administration was the most incompetent I have ever seen! How many people died during his tenure? How many things happened? He should have died in the Pacific battlefield, XXXX..."

"He has made a mess of this country. I thought I lived in India, but this is America, the safest country in the world!!"

"Also, why don't those idiots in Texas go back? Do the Mexicans have a PY deal with them?!"

"Those bastards just took our taxes and that's all they get?"

"This must have been done by the Mexicans! I swear, I swear on my grandma, even though she's dead, but if I'm wrong, let my grandma go to hell!"

The host and guests in the live broadcast room all lowered their heads, and they seemed very busy at this moment.

As soon as this live broadcast came out, many people felt that this statement was correct, it must be Victor!
Clamoring to give him some "fat" to taste, they called on the Pentagon... Oh, the boss is gone, calling on the military to intervene directly!
Into Mexico, took Victor's throne.

As soon as this kind of talk started, a White House spokesman came out to make a statement: "This action excludes Mexico, and there is no direct evidence to prove their involvement. The CIA has evidence that this attack came from anti-government forces in Central America, and they have now been identified."

Central American Armed Forces: “Huh?”

Unjust! My Lord, I am wronged!!!
People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

It turns out that when you are weak, others can use the loss of a soldier as an excuse, but when you are strong, even if the Minister of Defense dies, they have to say that it was not you who did it.

What an irony.

Taking advantage of this time, many cult groups began to jump out and promote "the end of the world" and "the end of America". If you pay $2000, they will take you with them when they run away.

It's funny to say that in a residential area in Queens, New York City, the famous charlatan Boniface Harrison, a 101-year-old old man, was imprisoned for 31 years because of his connection with "Heaven's Gate". After he was released, he has been living in seclusion here and has not seen anyone.

But on 819, not long after the old defense minister was killed in the bombing, he suddenly had an epileptic seizure and said to the believers around him, "I saw someone in the south sitting on a throne, wearing a crown, holding the Spear of Longinus in his left hand and the Sword of Arthur in his right hand, saying to all living beings: Praise my name!"

Just as the believer was about to ask what it was, the charlatan Boniface Harrison fainted and was admitted to the ICU.

This incident caused a lot of sensation because he was so famous. His status in many immigrant communities was equivalent to that of India's "Goblin" Gandhi.

Many believers are speculating who he is talking about!

Holding the Spear of Longinus in the left hand and the Sword of Arthur in the right hand?
These are all symbols of "king" in myths. Will that person rule the world?
This naturally became a hot topic and sparked more discussion.

Some people have speculated that the southern part of the United States is Mexico, which means there will be an "emperor" there?
Could it be: Victor? !!!

People with a keen eye for gossip have dug up many "miracles" that happened in Mexico.

For a time, rumors that Victor was the reincarnation of King Arthur were rampant!
The news soon reached Victor's ears while he was still on the front line.

"what?"

"I am the reincarnation of King Arthur?"

“Someone else says I am Jesus Christ?”

Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. "Have we sent anyone to contact this Boniface Harrison?"

"No." Casare suppressed his laughter. "Our intelligence agencies have never contacted him. Maybe he really saw something?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If he had the ability, why would he have been locked up for 31 years? It's just an old man's dying fantasy. But it's good this way. It will deepen our influence at the grassroots level in the United States."

"We can publish more of this news in American newspapers, and let some believers come out to interpret this dream, and it would be best if we could direct people's attention to Mexico."

Victor never misses any opportunity to improve his reputation.

Nah nah na…

This is not something I said myself, it was proposed by your own people.

This kind of "cult speech" that seems to be nonsense at first glance is very popular. Not only the lower class people, but also some Hollywood stars, university professors, wealthy people, clergy and government officials are very convinced of the end of the world.

To put it nicely, prepare for a rainy day...

To put it bluntly, you have nothing to do after eating.

The two chatted for a while, and Victor didn't pay too much attention to this "joke". His expression slightly relaxed, "Did Augustine reply to the message?"

"There was no news from the German KGB, but his informant told him that the Emergency Committee had ordered Alpha to arrest XXX, but the other party refused, and the Nobel Peace Prize winner who was on vacation in Foros was now under house arrest."

It’s funny that in 1990, the “bald academic master” won the Peace Prize.

Reagan called him "the giant of peace."

What an idiot!
You are killing yourself, so of course people at home will praise you. Who knows, they may be laughing at you in their bed late at night.

The Qin Dynasty is the remnant of the six generations of the Qin Dynasty. You are a "three-generation idiot!"

Su Xunzong is hospitalized again. What surgery should he undergo?
Breast expansion surgery.

Why do you need to enlarge your chest? Because there is no place to hang the medal.

Victor groaned for a moment, "We need to find a way to take advantage of this situation and gain more benefits!"

"This is the most chaotic period in the Soviet Union. This coup has completely accelerated the speed of their death. Let Augustine contact that person directly..."

He couldn't remember the name at once.

"Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot!" Casare said beside him.

This man was the "boss" of the KGB's German section, the one who got decorated and paid, and who was later transferred back to serve in a senior position on the general staff, and had connections in the Emergency Committee.

His father-in-law is one of the “Eight Great Families”!
"Yes, it's this guy. Ask him if the German or Baltic armies should pack up their weapons and equipment. They are useless anyway. Just bring them to Mexico!"

“Double Eleven is on fire!”

Brothers, check out the link, the Mexican tycoon doesn’t even bargain!

We can pull the equipment here division by division. If that doesn’t work, we can airlift it ourselves.

Casare reacted calmly to Victor's words, because a few months ago, he had actually set up an organization specifically targeting the "trading" with the Soviet Union.

There is also a special code name for the operation: "TaoBao!"

We bought everything from the Soviet Union, from bullets to missiles, we accepted everything!
At least 6 million US dollars have been spent!
It is imperative to recreate the "Soviet Union" in North America!
"Augustin mentioned that Mikhail was dissatisfied with our failure to declare support for the conservatives and send people to support them. He has told him about this several times."

When Casare saw the boss looking around, he quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, lighting it for him while speaking.

Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled and shook his head, "It's good to make money, but don't take the responsibility..."

What a scumbag statement.

"Besides, you can see that it won't be long before this so-called coup is eliminated!"

Casare opened his eyes, "Boss, how did you know?"

Victor smiled mysteriously, walked to the window, looked at the white clouds in the sky, smoked a cigarette, and remained silent.
The phone on the table rang suddenly.

Casare quickly picked up the phone.

"Okay, I'll tell the general right away."

After he hung up the phone, he said with joy, "Boss, Lieutenant General Erich Falkenhayn, commander of the 2nd Marine Division, led two regiments to defeat three regiments in Guerrero State in "Huetamo", killing more than 2 people, capturing more than 3 people, and killing 3000 of their officers, including Ambrose Sayes, the leader of the drug cartel in Guerrero State!"

"We are now advancing along the border towards Mexico City, about 170 kilometers away!"

"The 3rd Marine Division is also heading south and will reach Mexico City around the 22nd."

"The old Mexican officers in the cities along the way fled upon hearing the news, not daring to resist us..."

"it is good!"

Victor hurried to the map and found the place called "Wetamo". There was an endless open space there. You were fighting against the "armored forces" here. You must be crazy, Duchene.

"Let the reserve army take control of the city and maintain order. The prefectures and counties in the war zone will be under military control for four months. They will distinguish between poisonous insects and surrendered soldiers, and distribute food."

"Also, send a congratulatory message to Lieutenant General Erich Falkenhayn on behalf of the Governor-General's Office!"

Casare always had a smile on his face.

Mexico City, the "legal" capital, is right before your eyes. Just reach out and touch it!

Take down the middle!

By increasing strategic depth, the First Republic will be invincible!

Mexico's war on drugs is around the corner.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his voice and saluted in an awkward military manner, "Yes!"

...

In the Historic Sanctuary of Querétaro, Guanajuato.

As the name suggests, this is a historical site.

At that time, this place was a war against French invasion, and there are also many Indian and Spanish style buildings.

This place is classified as a "safe zone" where journalists, refugees and hospitals are all located, so there are many people and the environment is very crowded, but at least it is safe.

In the 3rd Division's field hospital.

Two pickup trucks drove in. Rodri, who had the rank of captain and had been promoted to colonel and company commander of the 7th Reserve Division, got out from the passenger seat with a serious expression.

The chief of their village of Serborn died long ago...

Although the reserve forces do not have to go to the front lines, occasionally there are scattered drug traffickers who like to attack the rear, and the reserve divisions that are responsible for guarding, surveillance and transportation tasks also suffer frequent losses.

The village chief was ambushed while transporting ammunition.

His son...

When the guns sounded, he became a deserter and was shot by the governor.

All I can say is that fate has its way with people.

Seeing the pickup truck coming in, a dozen female nurses and doctors in white coats ran out. They were wearing masks, but from their clear eyes one could tell that they were all young.

Rodri and the driver lifted the curtain at the back of the troop carrier, and a foul smell wafted over them. When they opened the baffle, the scenes inside were shocking.

Dozens of corpses were lying in all directions, mosquitoes were buzzing on them, blood was pouring out like water, many limbs, arms, eyeballs and heads were loose...

"vomit!!"

This gave these young nurses and doctors a direct lesson in the cruelty of war. Several female nurses covered their mouths and ran to the side to vomit!

"There are 67 bodies in total in the two vehicles." Rodri's eyes were indifferent and his words were light. "Clean them up and put them in body bags. We will transport them to the rear when the time comes."

This tone made some of the little girls couldn't help but look up.

Mainly because he seemed too calm!
This guy is an absolute murderer.

In fact, Rodri was simply...slow, or he gradually adapted. How did he get the position of captain? It was not because the village chief died that he inherited it, but when he saw his childhood friend being beaten to death during a battle with stragglers, he got excited and rushed out with a gun in hand.

He killed more than 17 enemies and captured of them, setting a record for the largest number of prisoners taken by a single soldier in the First Republic.

Reserve...

Also a soldier!

"Okay, get started. Be careful not to tear off their organs and limbs. They are all heroes. There is nothing to be afraid of." An old military doctor said, then climbed onto the car and began to move the bodies.

Under his leadership, the medical staff also forced themselves to start working.

When Rodri was about to take out a cigarette, a white and tender hand reached out to him, holding a candy. He looked up in confusion and saw a female nurse standing in front of him, who was as tall as his chest. She didn't look very old, and when she met his eyes, she was obviously panicked.

"Smoking is harmful to your health. You can try this candy. It's quite sweet."

Rodri was slightly stunned. Just as he was about to refuse, the other party stuffed the candy into his hand and suddenly asked, "Can we see the day when the drug dealers are on Mexican soil?"

There was a hint of confusion and struggle in his clear eyes.

"Of course." Rodri spoke in a rough voice. He grew up in a farm family with dark skin and was a little shy when talking to girls, but he was still very determined. "Drugs will disappear from Mexico. No one can control us with drugs anymore. When the general comes, our hard days will be over."

The young nurse nodded vigorously and said, "Eat it. I'll have more when the time comes." After that, she ran to help the corpse.

Rodri unscrewed the package and put the candy in his mouth.

Yep…

Very sweet!

This smell made him, who was in a depressed mood, become much more cheerful.

More than half an hour later.

After the bodies are unloaded, they will be taken to the cleaning pool where they will be rinsed by a special person.

Rodri got into the car, opened the window, and looked back casually. He saw the young nurse among the many figures. She was supporting a wounded person. Perhaps she felt his gaze, so she turned around and waved at him.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked back.

The comrade driving next to him saw the young nurse in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Sure, Rodri, you look boring, but you are a first-class girl. How did you hook up with her?"

"No no no."

When Rodri heard this, he hurriedly shook his head, "This is not a hookup, we..."

“We just call each other comrades!”

……

(End of this chapter)

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