Working as a police officer in Mexico

On February 12, four days after the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed,

to rub salt into the Spaniards' wounds, the Northern Mexican Governorship specifically held a press conference, where they showed footage of the attack on the port to the hundreds of journalists present.

Despite Victor being sanctioned by the Yanks, would those journalists who smell a story give up the benefits within their reach?

They would love to see Victor move into the White House tomorrow.

That would boost their sales even more.

In the video footage, one could clearly see a squad of armed personnel storming the port and launching an attack on the docked Asturias Prince!

They demolished the adversary!

Then they retreated in an orderly manner.

The whole process did not exceed ten minutes!

During the press conference, there was only the sound of the cameras' shutters, with the journalists' eyes shining and their breaths slightly excited.

Minister of Propaganda Goebbels held the remote control, turned off the screen, and said with a smile to the journalists below, "What you've seen is the firsthand footage of the attack. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have."

The journalists below eagerly raised their hands one after another.

"Let's have that lady go first."

The journalist who was called upon had a very large chest, really very large, and it still jiggled when she stood up, "Hello, sir, I am a journalist from France's World Newspaper, my question is, don't you think such actions have the undertones of a terrorist attack?"

Goebbels' expression remained very calm, and he smiled, "Then please have His Majesty the King of Spain come and protest to us, and oh, I hope when he comes, he can bring his invincible fleet because if there is no military suppression, we will denounce it as a shameful act of smuggling!"

"Only the victor has the right to name others, so please refer to Spain as pirates in our presence in the future. Also, we hereby declare our willingness to support the independence movement in Catalonia, and we warmly welcome local leaders to discuss policies in Mexico. We are willing to donate a batch of guns and bombs without compensation and, moreover, share intelligence to help them achieve real justice!"

This message was announced blatantly!

Others conduct their affairs so sneakily, who does it as directly as Victor by flipping the table?

Even when the CIA carries out operations overseas, they do so stealthily.

Damn!

Victor is a madman!

"Furthermore, we will undertake retaliatory actions against the following individuals…" Goebbels stepped aside to reveal a screen full of names behind him.

There were many names on the screen that people recognized.

Such as...

Juan Carlos...

"Sir, what do you mean by retaliatory actions?!" A journalist could not help but ask loudly.

Goebbels laughed, "In the future, should any accidents happen to these people, the Northern Mexican Alliance is willing to take full responsibility!"

Wow!

Isn't that just assassination?

After saying that, he left under the protection of bodyguards.

The journalists who wanted to rush up were stopped.

"Quick! Snap those names down!" Experienced journalists started taking photos of the names; if these people had accidents,

there would really be a spectacle to see!

On one side, the public opinion bomb dropped by Goebbels was brewing a storm.

On the other side, Victor was enjoying a rare day off.

On a beach in Tijuana, surrounded by dozens of elite bodyguards with sharp eyes watching every direction, snipers occupied high points in the buildings, and not far away, several armored vehicles were parked.

Under the sunshade,

Victor lay on a chair, a scantily clad woman standing on his back, pushing hard with each step, her expression very tense with every press.

"General, I'm done," she said softly after stepping down.

Victor replied, turned his neck, sat up, swung his arms left and right, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."

The masseuse shook her head excitedly but didn't know how to begin speaking, while lying on the chairs beside were figures like intelligence agent Agustin Preshowitch, head of the Air Police, Colonel Zorff Sherman, Navy, and staff members Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Rudendorf.

They were all pulled in for a "team-building" activity.

"Feeling comfortable?" Victor asked with a smile.

"I almost got crushed," Kitchener said with a wry smile.

"You have to learn to relax appropriately."

With a gesture from Victor, the secretary beside him promptly handed over a cigar, lit it for him, and he took a puff and exhaled through his nostrils. With a wave of his hand, the masseuses and secretaries left, making room for the bigwigs.

"The Spanish fleet is wasted; the aircraft carrier is capsized, providing Suriname with several tons of scrap metal. The other escorts also suffered heavy losses. Even the British fleet didn't dare to continue their voyage, docking in Brazil, and according to our intelligence, the security indicator at the port is now stricter than at Buckingham Palace."

This statement elicited laughter from everyone.

"So, we now have enough strength to deal with the pirates occupying the Revillagigedo Archipelago!"

"I've heard that the Spanish Army is formidable? They like to impale the enemy's heads on bayonets to intimidate their adversaries?" Victor's gaze shifted to Colonel Zorff Sherman.

This was his old subordinate, once the head of the EDTV, and Kennedy's second military figure. But after the responsibility of the Air Police, frontline combat decreased, naturally, military merits too, and many overtook him.

"Our soldiers will teach them a lesson. Under the blue sky and white clouds and the General's gaze, we shall be invincible!" Colonel Zorff Sherman said firmly.

"Victory!"

The others also stood up and shouted.

"Then let's collectively discuss the plan, Zorff will take full responsibility, Colonel Ivica Alonso of the Navy will assist in coordination, and we cannot lose an inch of our homeland!"

"Yes, General!"

Victor also stood up, his expression solemn, "I rely on all of you!"

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When the Naval Police Force was first established, there were only 121 members and one or two assault boats, only the TNC 45, but now... it's pretty much the same.

Naval ships are really not that plentiful!

The main issue is that the port facilities are completely inadequate for accommodating naval ships; they all need to be overhauled, which will take some time.

During this period, many civilian ships were modified, fitted with small-caliber guns or some machine guns, but this was completely insufficient in terms of firepower. Many drug traffickers at sea, once they accelerated, would just vanish from sight.

This is one of the reasons why Victor had to blow up the Spaniards' warships; at sea, they simply could not defeat the enemy.

But the navy's formation consisted of more than just ships, there was also the Marine Corps.

During a mid-1990 recruitment drive, 4,000 naval soldiers were enlisted. They didn't have to participate in the domestic drug war on land, Victor had no plans to send them up there; their primary duty was training!

Recruitment focused on those who lived by the sea who could swim from a young age. If you couldn't swim, what the hell were you doing in the Navy?

Unit Designation: 1st Division of the Naval Cavalry.

Stationed Area: Guadalupe Island—around Ensenada City, this place is only a little over two hundred nautical miles from the Revillagigedo Archipelago!

This was also one of the reasons for Victor's intense reaction.

Damn it, my good feng shui spot is there and you're screwing with it; aren't you ruining my feng shui?

Who else am I going to grapple with if not you?

Eventually, I will dig up the entire cemetery of your damn Spanish Royal Family.

The explosion of the Spanish warship in Suriname was known across the world, but the soldiers in the Viyahedo Islands were "intentionally" forgotten.

Standing on the middle of the hill on San Benedicto Island, a Spanish Army Colonel looked out at the sea and then at the dug-out shelters and the anti-air positions around him, and said to the person beside him, "This is the new Sulphur Island!"

"If the Mexicans want to take this place, at least a hundred thousand of them will have to die here!"

The Pacific battleground's siege warfare...

In that moment, the air was also filled with the thick smell of gunpowder!

But the world's attention was not focused here...

They were fixed on the "death list" coming out of Goebbels' office.

The Mexicans didn't keep them waiting long.

The first death had already occurred.

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Inside a Spanish national hospital.

The king's "teacher," Alfonso Davies, who had been in a coma for three days, finally awoke, much to the relief of many.

He stared blankly at the ceiling with no response to those calling him, much like someone with senile dementia.

"Let the patient rest for now," the doctor whispered nearby.

Those around exchanged glances and slowly left the ward, leaving only the ticking sound of the heart monitor. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

Just then, the door was opened.

Two burly men from the Spanish Special Service Bureau walked in and stood by his bed. Alfonso Davies turned his head to look at them, started to speak, and then saw one of them rush forward to cover his mouth and another grabbed his throat...

Alfonso Davies struggled violently.

Big brother, I don't want to die!

I fainted but that doesn't mean I want to die. I just didn't want to be responsible. Gradually suffocating, he finally passed out.

The two Special Service agents lifted him, opened the window, and threw him out!

The "pilot" in the sky!

Bang!

A loud noise followed by piercing screams rose from below.

A nurse holding a lunch box, covered in blood with bits of flesh on her mouth, stared in horror, shaking all over. The hem of her white dress stained with blood...

The two Special Service guys glanced at the scene, pulled out guns, and ran out, shooting everywhere!

"Dave! You traitor!!" The guards rushing over were shocked and enraged to see them; a fierce battle ensued.

Yet this was not the main battlefield.

In Madrid Palace.

The king, with his wife, was strolling through the flower garden, mainly because he was holding back discomfort. His wife, Sofia Magdalena Victoria Federica, taking pity on him, had taken the initiative to bring him out for a chat, with the Crown Prince accompanying them.

But as they approached the guard...

Two standing guards suddenly turned their guns towards the group and opened fire!

How could there be bullets in the ceremonial guns?!!

No one had time to think. The bodyguard, seeing them leveling their guns, had already charged forward to be a human shield and took the bullets for them.

Carlos was stunned.

But the nearly 60-year-old Her Highness Sofia grabbed her son and ran!

After all, she had lived through war since she was young.

Her escape was faster than anyone's; those who were slow perished.

The guards were shot dead by others who arrived on the scene!

Before Carlos could come to his senses, he heard that his teacher Alfonso Davies had been assassinated, and he gasped, yelling, "Assassination! This is an assassination! This is Victor's retaliation!"

A 60-year-old man really having bad luck today?!

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