Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 612 - 367: Attack!!!! _2

The sky was adorned with a sunset glow.

In the car, George Smiley reported the incident of Donald being left behind, causing Victor to be taken aback before he sneered, "A veteran general who dedicated his life to the country is not even as good as an old whore."

"The United States will fall sooner or later!"

George Smiley and the people with Casare nodded vigorously at the side.

"Our people also found a man boarding the American charter jet. According to the intelligence department's search, this individual is Popovich's own brother, Aldous Wendell. Maybe they're making some sort of deal. He didn't get off the plane; instead, he went directly with the jet."

"Do we need to activate the Hydra intelligence apparatus?"

Victor spoke disdainfully, "A bunch of rats entangled together, what good can come of it? They all just want to overthrow me, right?"

"Let's get rid of him first if Popovich dares to conspire with the Yanks!"

"I command!"

"First, second, third divisions: all members cease rest and press towards the central region. Do not give the opponent a chance to breathe!"

"And conduct a decapitation operation on Popovich and the high ranks of the Institutional Party!"

"Do not recognize the legitimacy of their government, the only legitimate power is in the North!"

"Starting today, the Northern Army will rename itself the First Mexican Republic; appoint Cuauhtémoc as the first President, and I will take charge of national military, political, financial, and educational responsibilities."

"All other positions remain unchanged!"

Victor spoke rapidly, and the secretary beside him recorded everything just as quickly.

"Promote Kennedy to Admiral of the Army, four Marine Division commanders to Vice Admiral, and all other division-level officers to Major General!"

"Spread this message nationwide, tell all Mexicans!"

Victor had long wanted to carry out reforms.

The Northern Army really sounded too much like warlords; drug traffickers were in the central and southern parts, so the legitimate power naturally could not be called that anymore. Why call it the First Republic? Because this name had appeared in history, and in the future, it would not be like the United States where states have the last word. How was this different from the separatist regime of the late Tang Dynasty?

If one was to do it, one must strive for centralization!

As for Cuauhtémoc, he was just a pawn thrown out by him.

The man got bombed by a missile for you, and now that he's recovered, although the doctors say he can't become a normal person with one leg shorter than the other, you can't just let him retire. Victor couldn't do such a thing as to throw away his loyal dog after the hare is caught.

But what's most important is that he is 30 years old!

Way too conspicuous!

Let Cuauhtémoc carry the weight for now.

"I absolutely will not allow, three governments to exist in Mexico!"

"Deal with Popovich and his people neatly." Victor looked at George Smiley, who had a fierce look in his eye, "I assure you, the mission will be accomplished, General!"

"Let's drive."

The motorcade headed for the Governor's Mansion.

George Smiley stood up and said to an subordinate beside him, "Activate intelligence tracking, I want to know his whereabouts for the next two days."

"Yes!"

The Tijuana news broadcast, right on schedule at 7:30 p.m., reported several major events: the renaming to the First Mexican Republic, peace talks with the United States, and an agreement that it would be the only legitimate government.

Secondly, the United States agreed to remove the dam and other facilities on the upstream of the Colorado River, allowing Mexican farmers to use the water without conditions.

Cheers erupted throughout Mexico!

"The era of Mexicans being bullied is over!"

"Now we enter the era of Victor!!"

...

"Ready!"

"Fire!!!"

Outside the city of Nuevo Leon.

Rommel's fourth division had one regiment that had already reached the outskirts of Monterrey.

The brigade's support firepower included 21 D-30 howitzers + 6 ZUS23-4 nicknamed "Shileika" self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, and 12 M-99 76mm mountain guns!

This firepower...

Tsk tsk tsk, even the Soviets, known for their fierce firepower, would definitely consider it a luxury. And this was just a regular regiment—if it were a division, there would be hundreds of guns. NMD, what defense could withstand this?

This kind of firepower had always been a headache for the CIA. Where did Mexicans get so many modern weapons?

Without mincing words, Mexico now had the capability to launch a large-scale war involving several countries.

Before the artillery bombardment, the civilian area had already been delineated and assigned. As long as civilians entered the green zone, they would be safe.

So, tens of thousands of civilians dragged their families into a small town northwest of Monterrey, with no tents, no lights, and some still starving.

The cries and confused calls were deafening.

But there were also those...

Very bold.

Three Asian-looking men with crew cuts, one of them carrying an AK47 on his back, placed a large box on a piece of empty ground and erected a wooden sign next to it, written in Spanish: "3 US dollars per box of food."

!!!

"Brother Nan, will people really buy it?" An Asian-looking man who appeared very young quietly asked.

"Don't look at them as refugees, but they all carry money. Right now, money is the least valuable thing. Charging 3 US dollars is very conscientious of me. When I was in the French Foreign Legion, TMD, following my comrades into the Amazon Jungle, do you know what I saw?" The brawniest man glared, his eyes like brass bells.

"People selling instant noodles to those gold prospectors, paying with gold. Demand so fierce that a few dollars' worth of instant noodles sold for dozens or even hundreds of US dollars!"

Crouching beside him, two fellow townsmen swallowed hard.

"So don't say we're charging too much, it's not like we're forcing them to buy, right?"

"Brother Nan is right!"

"Ah Shu, be careful later on, if someone dares to mess around, just shoot! Don't hesitate."

"Okay, Brother Nan!" a short figure nodded firmly.

Finally, refugees began to approach, mainly because the smell was too enticing...

He cradled his daughter, looked up at the sign, and hesitated, "3 US dollars?"

"Yes."

"I'll have one." The customer cautiously turned around to take out money and hand it over.

A fellow townsman opened the large box and took out a portion... fried rice!

You could see corn kernels and diced radish on top.

"I see there's meat underneath..." the refugee frowned upon seeing it was fried rice.

"That's 20 US dollars."

"Give me one of those."

That was actually Kung Pao chicken with fried eggs.

The price surely wasn't cheap.

But hunger was simply unbearable.

More and more refugees gathered around...

"We're rich, Brother Nan! We're rich!"

Brother Nan cracked a smile, just about to say something when he saw a streak of green flares shooting into the sky, followed by the wailing sound of artillery shells, boom boom boom!!!

Monterrey lit up as if it were daylight!

"Northern Army artillery strike!!!"

"Northern Army is attacking!!"

The refugees rushed to their feet, panicking, not knowing what to do, some of the braver ones looked up to see their hometown, Monterrey, being bombed to "nerves."

Whimpers could be heard softly.

The Asian referred to as Brother Nan opened his mouth and gulped down saliva, perhaps feeling his own action somewhat unseemly, he gave an embarrassed smile to his brothers on either side, "Quite the fireworks."

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His companions, of course, couldn't admit their own legs were also shaking.

It was simply terrifying!

From such a distance, it felt as if Death itself was grazing their faces with a scythe.

If they hadn't been in the middle of a transaction, they would have turned tail and run!

The bombardment lasted nearly ten minutes, turning the entire Monterrey City Center into ruins!

Jose Andres Guardado, Governor of Nuevo Leon, was hiding underground, surrounded by drug traffickers, he seemed... rather aged.

Since learning that his three battalions had been scattered, he'd been quite dispirited.

Damn it, trusted them too much, Federico was just useless.

4,000 men couldn't take down a small village? Impossible!

That was his Monterrey Division.

It must have been Northern Army propaganda, or possibly Federico's command error, 4,000 VS 300, the advantage was clearly ours!

Now there were only about 2,000 armed men left.

Defend Monterrey at all costs!

After hearing that the bombardment had ended, Jose Andres Guardado ordered, "Quick, get the men out through the tunnels, after the bombardment ends, the Northern Army will certainly rush over, follow the plan, disperse and secure the corners of the ruins!"

His subordinate hurriedly relayed the order through the communication device.

Then they saw many heads emerging from the sewers and bomb shelters like rats.

They charged into the battlefield silently with eyes reddened.

Clearly high on drugs.

The local leaders were still inciting them.

"Hold Monterrey, a reward of 10,000 US dollars and 2,000g of drugs to each one!"

"But anyone who retreats a step, don't blame me if military law shows no mercy!"

Enforcers followed behind.

Anyone who fled would be shot.

The drug trafficker's army was becoming more formalized...

No, maybe they were the legitimate Government Forces before?

Toot toot toot toot~

Just then, the charge of the horn sounded from afar, drawing closer.

"Northern Army!!!"

"Attack!!!"

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