Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 598 - 362: The General’s Son!!_3

"Help me up," he pointed to the hood of the nearby off-road vehicle as he wanted to stand on it to have a better view.

The lieutenant hesitated and said, "Sir, that's too dangerous."

"Ha ha ha, you're still afraid of snipers? I just want to check the geographic position," Javier Basque said with a laugh as he waved his hand.

Seeing his confidence, the lieutenant had no choice but to comply.

Once on the hood, he indeed saw the distant village.

The area was surrounded by mountains, allowing for an assault from only three sides, but… why was there no one there?

Could they have been discovered?!

He lowered his head and yelled to the soldiers below, "Charge!"

Bang!

A sudden gunshot startled birds in the woods outside the village.

Javier Basque's head burst open, half his face gone, his blood instantly drenching the lieutenant's face, who stood staring, pupils shrinking.

The body fell from the off-road vehicle.

Lying on the ground…

The soldiers of the Monterrey Division were stunned!

The commander was sniped?!

"Kill!"

"Wipe out this village!"

After Javier Basque fell, a major who was the camp commander took over and shouted angrily.

A few minutes earlier…

On a rooftop in the village, two militia members lay prone, each holding an M16 rifle.

Surprised by the number of drug traffickers, they were caught off guard when a man who looked like a commander climbed onto the hood and started directing his men.

"Chavez, can you take him down?" a youthful-looking militia member asked his companion.

The latter gauged the distance, "I'll try!"

His companion nodded nervously.

In their militia company, Chavez was known for his excellent shooting skills, having participated in a competition held by the Fourth Marine Division. He almost won second place, and a high-ranking officer had said he would grant him a lieutenant rank once he enlisted.

Chavez aimed at Javier Basque and after calming down, he could hear his heart pounding, took a deep breath, aligned his shot, and fired decisively!

The bullet was fired!

In the blink of an eye, they saw the man standing on the off-road vehicle fall.

"Well done!" his companion shouted excitedly.

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Chavez gave a shy smile.

At that moment, the drug traffickers outside, clearly infuriated, charged toward the village.

The battle erupted instantly!

At the back hill.

Hearing the gunfire below, everyone turned around.

"Go! Stop watching," Kilt said as he patted Alaman on the head.

"I swear by the Seychelles River that I'll annihilate all the drug traffickers!!!"

The Seychelles River was a nearby river that had nurtured the people for many years.

Kilt sighed.

...

Tijuana.

The weather was foggy.

Light rain was falling.

The roads were crowded with vehicles, horns honking, filled with cursing.

In a very private hospital.

It was eerily quiet!

Everyone inside stood rigidly.

Only in the delivery room could heart-wrenching screams be heard.

Victor sat quietly, his eyelids twitching.

Today was the day Krista Schroeder, the former secretary, was giving birth.

Casare laughed next to him, "Boss, don't worry too much, it's going to be fine, we have the best doctors in Mexico here."

Victor looked up at him. Fat Casare had lost a lot of weight recently, ever since his mom passed away, it had taken him a long time to overcome his emotional repression.

He had his brother finish his studies early and arranged for him to join the Guard Department as a trusted aide, which would surely lead to a promotion after a couple of years.

He nodded, "You also need to rest; your dark circles are quite noticeable."

Casare felt warmth in his heart.

Thump~

The lights in the operating room dimmed.

The door opened, and out came the doctor. Casare quickly stood up and ran over, "Doctor, how is it?"

To an outsider, it would seem like his wife was giving birth.

"Mother and child are safe, 8 pounds," the female doctor smiled.

Casare laughed, "Boss! You're a father now!"

Victor walked over, pretending not to be excited was impossible. He took the child from the doctor's hands. Having lived two lives, this was his first time being a father.

Seeing him close his eyes, Victor felt a connection by blood.

The little one kicked his short legs and blew bubbles from his mouth, and Victor smiled.

The fierce leader of the Northern Army, at this moment, showed a gentle expression.

Standing nearby were the Minister of Propaganda Goebbels, Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei, Vice Governor Casare, Director of Intelligence George Smiley, Jason Bourne, and others, all exhibiting joy.

The general had a successor!

This meant that their small group now had a focus for their loyalty.

Everyone looked tenderly at the "Little Crown Prince."

If his lawful wife could not bear sons in the future, this would be their "King!"

Loyalty!!

Just then, a nurse pushed out a mobile bed, and lying on it was Krista Schroeder, her face deathly pale.

Seeing her in such a state, even the normally cold-hearted Victor felt a bit guilty; after all, childbirth for women was truly a battle with death.

It was like walking through hell.

"Hard work~" Victor said softly.

Krista Schroeder smiled, "Let me see."

Placing the child next to her and seeing his chubby face, a smile appeared on her face.

She looked at Victor, "General, why don't you give him a name?"

As she spoke, her eyes pleaded.

Casare and the others immediately fell silent.

They all knew Krista Schroeder was the boss's mistress kept outside; using the "Vieri" surname would indicate acceptance.

Otherwise, the child would just be considered a bastard.

Victor looked down at his chubby son, touched his little face, and said,

"From now on, his name shall be Caesar Napoleon Vieri!"

Casare's eyes widened.

Goebbels squinted and smiled.

Krista Schroeder burst into tears of joy.

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