Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 405 The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is in turmoil!

Good guy!
User of the Face Fruit?
Victor finally saw it today.

So this is how the other party...strongly demanded that the Northern Army withdraw?

But who is Emperor Wei?

You won't release the eagle until you see the rabbit.

Would I leave without some benefit?
"Mr. Rumsfeld, I haven't had the chance to congratulate you on becoming the new Secretary of Defense, but you told me to withdraw, so I went back. This makes me lose face." Victor put his feet on the coffee table and said with a smile.

"Then what do you want?"

"The Grande River will belong to Mexico from now on."

"You're talking nonsense! You...can't be!" Rumsfeld said excitedly.

The Grande River almost spans the border between the two countries and is an important "lifeline". The farmland between the two countries relies on it for irrigation. If it is gone, the farmers will kill themselves.

What is a farmer?
That's not a farmer!
That is the middle class. Those people can go to "Los Angeles" with guns. If they cede the Grande River today, their heads will be placed on the street tomorrow.

"Then let's rent it!"

"99 years, how about that!"

"And I can promise you that as long as you are in the position, we promise not to take action and not to conflict with the United States. I heard that George H.W. Bush is in poor health. He must step down and be replaced by a healthy person. You Americans can't find someone who can't control his urine, right? Hahaha..."

"If the new defense minister is not you, I will cause trouble. If it is you, I will be safe. How do you think?"

They are just playing the trick of "nurturing the enemy to protect themselves!".

When Donald Rumsfeld heard about the 99-year lease, he was about to swear, but when he heard the subsequent proposal, his expression suddenly became conflicted.

He is a man who loves power!

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so jumpy at any time...

In 1963, he was appreciated by the "American God" Nixon.

He held key positions in the Nixon administration and served as White House Chief of Staff in the Ford administration.

In 1975, Ford promoted Rumsfeld to be the Secretary of Defense, setting a record as the youngest Secretary of Defense in U.S. history.

He has a very good relationship with the Republicans and they are almost on the same page, but what if the Democrats come to power?
I haven't even sat down yet, and if I get replaced, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
In history, there have certainly been cases where the president and the secretary of defense were not from the same party, but that was basically when the latter was stronger.

if…

There is support from outside and reputation from within...

Donald Rumsfeld said it was impossible not to be moved.

When Victor sensed a pause in the other party's voice, he realized that the other party must be moved, but was still hesitant.

"Sir, Belsaria and I have a very good relationship. Maybe one day I will have to call you grandfather, and we can talk openly." He sat up slightly and motioned to Casare to close the window.

"The interests of the United States and Rumsfeld do not overlap. The Soviet Union has collapsed, and the United States will be the only superpower in the future. That will definitely be a period of growth. If it hurts Mexico, no one will benefit, right?"

"Yes, you want to say that Mexico cannot defeat the United States now, and I admit it, but if the battlefield is held in the United States or North America, within ten years, the United States will no longer be the dominant power. Someone in Europe or Asia will always stand up. By then, after the Soviet Union dies, a more difficult opponent will emerge, and they won't be as easy to talk to as I am."

"If Belsaria and I have a child in the future, and he also has the blood of the Vieri family and Rumsfeld, do you think he has a chance to run for president of the United States?"

"Can he lead the Rumsfeld family to become a new political family? With an external force like me, your family will be safer, right? It won't be like the Kennedy family, where only the old, weak and disabled will die."

The old man on the other end of the phone was a smart man. When he heard this, his eyes trembled. This... this...

His mouth was a little dry.

The Kennedy family looks very glorious, but the "death curse" hangs over their heads. Don't expect your competitors to be clean. In order to get to the top, there are many dirty things in American politics!

He could even kill his own wife himself.

As for who...

Not much to say.

If the Rumsfeld family had a "violent foreign aid" like Victor, assuming that Victor could live to be 60 years old, they would still have 30 years left, and these 30 years would be enough to bring the family to a new peak.

A son-in-law is half a son...

plop plop...

The heart beats very fast.

"Bramo will be resting the day after tomorrow. He is traveling in Mexico. Please take good care of him." The old man spoke.

I have already requested annual leave for my eldest grandson, and of course the specific details have to be discussed in person.

"Of course, no problem. He's safe in Mexico. You can rest assured about the safety in the north."

"It's impossible to lease the Grande River to you. You can let the company compete for the management rights of the river. The original company's term will expire in about half a year." The old man said casually, "Within the principle, I can help you."

For the sake of his family, Donald Rumsfeld chose to sell out American interests. How could there be so many patriots...

Anyway, there is no one in Europe or America who would die for the United States.

It's all business!
The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit. The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit.

What our ancestors said was correct.

"Thank you!"

"Before 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the Northern Army will withdraw back to the border."

Victor also made a promise.

After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone on the sofa and looked at Casare, "The old man plans to let his family and the country die together."

"Boss, then aren't we the bodyguards of the Rumsfeld family?"

"Being a bodyguard is fine, but the benefits are real. As long as we can reach an agreement, the old man will give us a lot of good things in this position. Most importantly, during his tenure, he will never support the southern drug dealers. He will even help us win the war on drugs quickly!"

"After the national liberation, with a country of 2 million people supporting him, do you think he would not be tempted?"

Casare frowned, he still couldn't figure out why this cooperation was so "easy"...

Even some child's play.

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out.

"Okay, help me order a bunch of big flowers and send them to Belsaria Newspaper Office, and have someone write a love letter for me, but make it a little corny."

"That's not sincere enough, Boss."

Victor pointed at him and smiled. “Only poor people talk about sincerity. Intangible things are more precious to them.”

There is some truth in this.

Casare was about to leave the office, scratching his head, when Victor called out from behind him, "By the way, have someone bring Caesar and his mother to Mexico City and keep a close eye on them."

"Okay boss."

Some people knew that Victor had a son, but there were already rumors outside because Krista Schroeder had not been seen for a long time, and some people speculated that she had been "kept" by him.

Being a son is not easy.

In Mexico City, there is a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps. There are three or four Hummers and anti-aircraft machine guns on one street. Who dares to cause trouble?
If you have a tattoo on your arm, they will pull you aside and interrogate you for a long time.

But it is really not easy to catch the rats hiding in the sewers.

How many people live in and around the capital?
2300 million people!

It was really unexpected that Guderian managed to accomplish this with just a regiment, otherwise he would not have been promoted to major general and now serves as the military commander of the capital!
Everyone knows that a new military star is rising.

With 2300 million people, if the drug dealers really hold out, they will definitely have no problem holding out for four or five months, dragging a bunch of people as cannon fodder...

But Popovich's death and the Northern Army's rapid advance had already crushed the drug dealers' psychological defenses, and they all dispersed.

But the good thing is that Mexico City and its ancient buildings did not suffer much damage.

Victor should give Popovich a "Best Peace Award".

Thank you for dying early.

Chimahuacan comes from Nahuatl, an indigenous Mexican language, and means "Land of the Shield".

This city, founded in 1259, has played a significant role in Mexican history, but today it is known for its huge slums.

600 million poor people live in self-built houses, some of which are even made of plastic, and the air is filled with a foul smell.

Here you can see that people are unfair to each other.

The only fair thing is that whether you are on the top of Wall Street or in the gutter of Chimahuacan, you are drinking the same can of Coke.

There is a sign standing at the entrance of the street in the slums.

“Please don’t take pictures!!!”

“Local escort!!!”

These were all marked by the government in the past. The main reason is that some tourists are too stupid. After entering with curiosity, they took DVs and took pictures everywhere.

You are filming drug dealers’ transactions and even taking pictures against them. Will they let you go?

Some idiots brought local tour guides with them. They refused to listen even after being advised many times by the other party, and ended up killing the guide.

Even if the police come, they have to follow the rules.

unless…

You come in a tank.

buzz~
6辆M48中型坦克、4辆TPz-1装甲车和6辆M551轻型坦克发动机像是老爷机一样，有些颤抖。

Behind him were two battalions, totaling more than 2 soldiers, all armed and fully combat-ready.

The purpose of their trip...

Deliver medicine and food to slums and publicize policies.

If you listen, then I will speak. If you don’t listen, then I will cut off your ears and speak into your ears with a loudspeaker!
Af Eichmann, wearing a clean suit, polished shoes and sunglasses, looked at the empty space, raised his eyebrows, turned around and asked a fat man next to him, "Didn't you notify everyone?"

The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, "No, no, no, I have informed the people that there will be supplies distributed today, and asked them to come quickly."

Af Eichmann smiled, and the scar at the corner of his mouth was pulled, making him look ferocious. "It seems that they are not used to giving me face."

This person is incredible!

The battalion commander of the 5th Regiment, nicknamed "The Butcher!", why did he catch Guderian's eye? When he was in Torreón, he served as the chairman of the slum committee, mainly responsible for... cleaning up garbage.

Very well done.

The population of Torreón slums was reduced by half that day!
When the government is in order and the people are in harmony, no one will steal lost items on the roads.

This is also one of the reasons why he was sent here. With a population of 600 million in Chimahuakan, someone has to do the dirty work.

"Sanders!" Af Eichmann called out, and a captain responded, "Take your two platoons and follow me to visit the villagers."

"Yes!"

"The rest of you, stay put, go in defense, protect the supplies. If anyone sneaks around, shoot them dead."

The fat man next to him sneered, this... this Northern Army is too murderous.

"Let's go. There are no troublemakers around here." Af Eichmann patted him on the shoulder. "Don't tell me you don't know, village chief. I'll hang you on the tank."

"I know! I know!" The fat man shuddered, "There is a family that is quite active, and I know they are also dealing drugs!"

Af Eichmann's eyes lit up. "Lead the way."

The other party's guide was walking in front of him. He could feel the eyes looking at him from inside the house. He also understood that he was completely tied to the Northern Army. If they collapsed, these people would definitely find a way to kill him.

Anyone who betrays the rules of the ghetto must die!
The fat man led Af Eichmann and his party to the door of a two-story building and pointed, saying, "This is the owner of this house."

This family is obviously quite wealthy and has a small yard.

There was a hunting dog at the door. When it saw so many people outside, it was not afraid. Instead, it stood up and roared. However, it was chained... but its eyes were bloodshot, as if it wanted to eat people.

"Knock." Af Eichmann nodded.

A corporal came over and knocked on the door vigorously, "Open the door, fellow. I am here to bring you warmth."

I shouted several times, but there was no movement.

"No, there must be someone in their house..." said the fat village chief with a frown.

Af Eichmann looked up and saw a figure flash by on the second floor.

Afraid to see people?

There must be something fishy!
"Break the door!" said Af Eichmann coldly.

"Boss, what's the excuse?" Captain Sanders asked in a low voice. It was not that he was tactless, but that he knew the other party's quirks.

Before finding fault, you must have a legitimate reason.

According to Af Eichmann, "We are regular soldiers, not bandits. Robbery is also called tax collection. Do you understand?"

He glanced at the dog and asked, "Does that dog look like it's on drugs?"

Captain Sanders was startled and his mouth twitched.

"picture!"

"Then there must be something fishy going on here. The door was broken into and the dog was taking drugs. How could that person be allowed to do that?"

"Bazooka! Target the second floor..." Captain Sanders yelled, and a soldier behind him came over with a Soviet RPO-A 93mm bazooka, aiming at the second floor, whoosh~~
boom! ! !
The roof was blown through in an instant.

"Charge, charge, charge!" Captain Sanders shouted and rushed in with two squads.

The village chief was watching in amazement.

Damn...

Do you use a rocket launcher to break into your house?
He grunted and swallowed, feeling a little cold all over in the hot summer.

Captain Sanders ran upstairs, which was a ruin...

The Soviet RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher is awesome!

There were four bodies lying on the ground, all in pieces. It was such a close and narrow space that it was impossible for you to run away.

"Boss, there's something in the toilet!" a soldier shouted.

Captain Sanders ran in and pushed open the door, he saw a shocking scene inside: a pile of drugs more than one meter high, and a man lying on the ground with his hands on his stomach, but he was still alive... he was lucky.

There was flour all over the toilet.

Oh haha…

Knowing you're going to die, you plan to get rid of the stolen money?

Sanders lifted the man up and put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead. The man's face was covered in dust and his eyes shrank in fear.

"Don't... don't kill me..." His voice was very weak, but the desire to survive made him take a breath and then he said hurriedly, "I have information... I surrender!"

"I have the roster! I have Chimahuacan's smuggling list hidden under the bed!"

Sanders narrowed his eyes and glanced at his subordinates. The two soldiers hurriedly rummaged around and finally found a black notebook in the shattered garbage. They dusted off the dust and handed it over.

The captain just rolled his eyes twice before his eyes lit up, "Drag him down!"

He ran downstairs first and handed the notebook to Af Eichmann, "Captain, take a look."

The latter was opened, and there was dense writing inside.

"Cosa Nostra September cargo 9 kg."

"The Blood Gang's cargo for September is 9 kilograms."

"The Crips Gang...

“MS-13…”

“The Guatemalan government…”

“The Haitian government…”

“The United States Border Patrol…”

Af Eichmann narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that there is a very secret transportation channel hidden in Mexico."

"Report it to the higher-ups."

"We don't have enough people. We don't have enough people to handle such a big slum."

Captain Sanders nodded, heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw the drug dealer being carried down.

"There is still one survivor."

"Don't kill my sir... Sir, I can be an informant!" The other party cried and shouted, scared to death.

"It stinks." Af Eichmann waved his hand, turned his head and left.

Captain Sanders was stunned, staring at the drug dealer with vicious eyes, then looked at the dog that was so scared that it had its tail between its legs.

"Chop him up!"

"Feed the dog!"

"Drug dealers should all die!!"

“No!!!!! Please… please spare my life!!!”

……

(End of this chapter)