Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 408 I am a relative by marriage!

Mexico city.

Two buildings on the southwest side of Constitution Square.

This was the former town hall and is now the garrison headquarters.

The office of the newly appointed commander of the 5th Division, Guderian, of course, has a sign hanging on the door that reads "Kimahuakan Anti-gang and Anti-drug Office".

It's so smoky inside!

Guderian also had a cigarette in his mouth...

When people are under pressure, they always like to say something.

"The general has ordered us to take over Chimahuakan in six months! I have accepted the order!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Colonel Luigi Cadorna, deputy division commander, coughed hard, "Six months? That's impossible."

"There is no impossible in my army, no mission that cannot be completed, no enemy that cannot be defeated!" Guderian said gloomily with a frown.

Luigi Cadorna was silent.

He was a deputy division commander who was airdropped in. He was originally the head of the Sonora State National Guard. He performed exceptionally well in the state's "anti-drug" work, and then applied to be transferred to the active-duty force, whereupon he was promoted to deputy division commander with the rank of colonel.

But in terms of power, it has actually decreased a lot.

In Sonora State, he can be said to be the number one military figure, and several Marine divisions have basically intervened in the local military power.

In order to restrict this, the Governor's Office issued an order not to set up a higher level National Guard, but to directly be under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office, and the captain of the state police team would be the highest person in charge!

The highest military rank is colonel!

But if you want to break this limitation, you can only go to the front line.

The purpose is to prevent local military power from being too excessive.

Another deputy division commander, Douglas Haig, glanced at Luigi Cadorna and felt a little proud when he saw him being scolded. After all, no one wanted his power to be divided up by others.

"Commander, I propose to cover it with artillery!"

Guderian's eye twitched, "Should I provide you with nuclear bombs? Then you go and kill those 400 million people and the land together?"

boom!
"Is your brain filled with American shit? How much ammunition will we have to spend on shelling? How much damage will it cause? What consequences will we face? Have you ever thought about it!"

"You have ruined General Victor's reputation!"

Douglas Haig also began to shrink his neck.

If Guderian starts swearing, don't try to persuade him, because... he will really beat you up.

He almost thought that the other party was a spy sent by the United States, otherwise why would they say to use artillery to bomb him?

The density of Chimahuacan is too dense.

Pulling shit...

It could be considered an invasion of someone else's residential area.

In fact, Guderian was right.

Chimahuacan covers a very large area. It is totally unrealistic to blow it up...

Moreover, the new government went there under the banner of "anti-drug for the people" after all. If 400 million people were massacred today, it would be real. The rabbit with sunglasses at the UN seat would also say coldly, "Get rid of him!"

Victor is a paranoid lunatic, but not to this extent.

He also needs the support of the people in the central region.

Once a war is tainted with political factors, it is doomed to be timid from the very beginning.

"Then we can only eliminate them at specific points and force them down." Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cadorna stood up and walked to the Chimahuacan map on the stage.

"We have seven regiments in the 5th Division. Four regiments occupied each building one by one from all directions. After reclaiming a street, we immediately registered the local poor and eliminated drug dealers and civilians from the list."

"The remaining three groups are responsible for taking over the rotation. We work 24 hours a day to keep the drug dealers and gang members under high mental tension. I have dealt with them before. One or two days is fine, but if it lasts for a long time, they will not be able to bear it."

Luigi Cadorna tapped the map. "The mafia is just a mafia! It's impossible for it to become a regular army."

This is a stupid way...

But it should be said that it is the most effective.

"Also, we have to be careful of the gangs using some despicable means. In the slums of Sonora State, they held children hostage and had gunfights with us. They also threatened women and attacked us in the name of seeking help..."

"Everyone in the combat zone is required to stay indoors and not be allowed to come out. Otherwise, they will be shot on the spot as gangsters!" Luigi Cadorna's eyes flashed and his tone was murderous.

"No matter whether they are male or female, young or old, old, weak or disabled, anyone who approaches a soldier on duty will be shot!"

Douglas Haig and the regiment commanders sitting below looked at each other and all shuddered.

A "ruthless guy" has come into the 5th Division.

Luigi Cadorna has suffered losses.

Although drug dealers are not good at fighting, they are... evil-hearted.

Guderian looked at him, and the other was also staring at the division commander, and the two men's eyes met in mid-air.

Finally, it was Guderian who nodded and said, "Draft a decision plan, and I'll have the general drive over to sign it."

When Luigi Cadorna heard that his plan was adopted, he was not excited. Instead, he nodded calmly and said, "I'll write it."

Guderian's expression eased slightly. Just as he was about to continue making plans, the staff officer knocked on the door and said, "Commander, the first batch of 4987 recruits has arrived."

The team leader below immediately raised his head with shining eyes.

They were all battalion commanders when Guderian was the regiment commander, platoon leaders became company commanders, and company commanders became battalion commanders, and each of them was promoted.

Guderian's left eye twitched, and finally fixed his gaze on one of the calm-looking men. "Leave it to the 179th Regiment."

Everyone looked at each other at once, their eyes full of envy.

"Thank you, Master!!"

"Let's adjourn."

As soon as he finished speaking, the commander of the 179th Regiment rushed out, got in the car and drove to the military camp.

In the military camp in Mexico City at this time.

A group of new recruits came down carrying their backpacks, without making a sound the whole time. The training in the recruit camp was very strict, and it was proven that soldiers who don't fight can never become successful.

After all, they were all from good families.

"Camilo, where do you think we will be assigned?" A young soldier in the first squadron said with shining eyes, "I don't want to go to the logistics department. I want to go to the front line. I want to have merit! When I return home with the medal, the position of our village chief will be mine."

His comrade next to him almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

"If you bring the medal back with you, your village chief will have to light your cigarette, your father will have to cook for you, your brother will have to lie on the ground and bark like a dog, and if your father-in-law turns the table while you are eating, you can go up and slap him."

"Quiet!" shouted the major of the supplementary battalion who was leading the troops.

The two of them quickly clamped their buttocks together and shut their mouths.

Soon, an off-road vehicle was seen driving into the military camp. A colonel wearing glasses jumped out of the off-road vehicle. A major from the supplementary battalion trotted over. The two men seemed to have a conversation with each other and then walked over.

"Our commander is here. Oh, my God, look at his boots, they are so polished that they can shine. This man must be a strict commander!" The soldier who spoke just now couldn't help but speak again.

The colonel walked up to the recruits, looked at the fresh blood in front of him, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Bros!"

"We are glad that you have joined the 179th Regiment!"

"I am your leader." "My name is..."

"Otto Moritz Walter Model!"

"Our slogan is: Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"

……

In the office of the National Palace.

Bram Ramsfeld sat on the sofa, feeling somewhat uneasy and frowning, without touching the tea and snacks in front of him.

He still doesn't understand...

Why did my dad ask me to come to Mexico, and also said...

"Talk more to your brother-in-law and listen to his advice."

He is not stupid, or he wouldn't be the mayor of Hampton, Virginia, or even running for governor...

But he didn't understand, the Rumsfeld family was tied to Mexico?
Isn't that treason?!
He expressed his doubts at the time, but his father said, "We used to be Germans."

He was so confused by what he said.

Bram Ramsfeld sighed, picked up the almost cold tea in front of him and drank it in one gulp. It tasted really strange.

Just at this moment, Victor pushed the door open and stretched out his hand from a distance, "Sorry, sorry, Bramo, I was busy just now."

As he said this, he gave the other person a hug.

Bram Ramsfeld raised his eyelids and looked at the man in front of him who was the same age as him. He felt that the "power" of the other party was becoming more and more oppressive.

He knew that this was the oppression that came with power.

It is said that power is a man's courage and money is a man's waist. If you have neither, where can you find a wife?
Bram Rumsfeld had met him once, and at that time he was just a northern warlord who had made some noise. But now...tsk tsk tsk, it was different. When he saw him, he inevitably felt a little embarrassed and nervous.

It is said that he now has 20 soldiers under his command?
There are also missiles, planes, and so on.

In Mexico, apart from the drug dealers in the south, he is the one who has the final say?

like…

It seems like it would be nice to have a brother-in-law like this.

"Sit down, sit down." Victor pointed at the sofa and said with a smile, "Take Mexico as your home. Don't be polite."

Bramo's eyelids twitched, and he nodded vigorously, looking at Casare, who immediately understood and smiled, "I'll be busy now, General."

"Well, let's go."

Fatty Ka smiled and nodded at the guest, then closed the door when he left. There were two people left in the office, so he was more frank.

"My father asked me to come..."

pat~
Victor lit up a cigarette and leaned back. "It seems that Mr. Rumsfeld agrees with my proposal."

"Bramo shook his head and frowned, "I don't know the details."

Seeing the other party's expression, Victor suddenly became interested in making fun of him, "He plans to make me the President of the United States."

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became awkward.

It sounded like a crow was flying overhead, making a cawing sound.

"I'm not stupid, Mr. Victor."

"It seems that the Rumsfeld family's sense of humor is all in Belsaria. It's so boring."

Victor shook his head and knocked the cigarette ash into the ashtray, which had gold inlays on both sides and was even more expensive than the imperial seal.

"I will help your Rumsfeld family reach the pinnacle of power in the United States and protect you. You marry Belsaria to me, and I can help you solve some unnecessary troubles."

"for example…"

"Myers, who is running against you for governor of Virginia, even though he is a descendant of the Adams family."

Bramo paused for a moment, "What...does that mean?"

"Physically destroy him, or mentally destroy him? It's up to you to decide. We have already got hold of Miles Adams' scandal. He once sexually assaulted three girls at a party. Most importantly, he has a serious exhibitionism fetish. We have videos of him often taking his thing out and masturbating in some places for no reason."

So wild...

News!
Bramo was stunned. The opponent who was criticizing him on the stage actually had such "unlimited potential".

"All the power of Mexico to help you and your clan!"

"So what do we have to pay?"

"We are absolutely aligned with the international and domestic public opinion and the war on drugs. The Pentagon has issued a report severely criticizing the drug traffickers in the South and will not allow the sale of weapons to them."

"We also need to withdraw the soldiers who are there."

“And recognize the First Republic as the legitimate government and Ukmote as the only legitimate president!”

"Of course, if you agree, we will return the American companies appropriately. But if you want to open a factory in Mexico, you still have to cooperate with the government. You can use this as a political bargaining chip and let others do it, or do it yourself, to improve your family's favorability among the capitalists."

Bram Rumsfeld was quite interested in this.

Victor's actions almost caused many American companies to go bankrupt. If I could get this deal, my reputation would definitely soar.

"My father should have made an agreement with you, otherwise he wouldn't have let me come." Bramo shook his head helplessly, "You have grasped the lifeblood of my father and me. There is no way for us to refuse."

Victor smiled, "Then I wish our alliance will last forever. Don't worry, you nodded. In three hours, the latest evening news will contain news about Miles being caught soliciting prostitution and his scandal."

Bramo immediately realized that it seemed that this "grandson" in front of him had made considerable infiltration into the United States.

"If I am elected Governor of Virginia, I will make Mexico City my sister city."

"Then congratulations. With my help, all you have to do now is think about your inauguration speech and how to sit in this position."

"I guarantee your butt will feel great!"

The two grown men smiled with their own ulterior motives.

"So when will you marry Belsaria?"

"That'll have to wait until I propose. You know...she pays attention to ceremony."

Bramo hesitated for a moment, "She has been sponsoring poor children recently."

"Then I will open a charity and let her be the head, with global funding. I am also worried about her being in Washington. I am very worried about her being in danger. You know, there are too many crazy people in the United States recently."

Washington?!

Bramo suddenly had an idea and remembered that he had received a call from home saying that his sister was almost killed by a drug-addicted lawyer, who was eventually stabbed to death in the street by an unknown strong man.

It looks like…

Victor did it!
But he was too smart to say it.

"Then the Rumsfeld family will also want to invest in it, and we can also invest $30 a year to run the charity together."

"Of course there is no problem. If the world were full of people like us, it would always be full of love. Unfortunately, the money wolves are in power. However, seeing your Rumsfeld family, I also understand that the bad atmosphere in the United States will definitely be changed."

"If you ever win the White House, we would be happy to help you fight drugs!"

"The United States also needs a vigorous anti-drug campaign."

"That day will come."

……

(End of this chapter)