Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Mr. Yamamoto, I'm the captain, follow my orders!"

"You should understand the mission we're on in Hokkaido! Otsuka Koji! We cannot surrender!"

Pat-dah-lah~

Bang!

Tat-tat-tat!

Yamamoto Benji pulled the bolt of his Type 89 rifle and swept it towards Otsuka Koji!

The underdog indeed was professional, no nonsense, just got straight to it; he was downright crazy, howling as he fired, and the latter was turned into a sieve, fell to the ground without uttering even a single curse.

The nearby signalman and radar operator were just as unlucky, getting caught in the crossfire, even the radar screen was shattered.

"Captain Otsuka Koji is dead! Now I take command, counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" Yamamoto Benji shouted.

It was a battle like that of a cornered beast, with bloodshot eyes.

Why did the "Hokkaido" come from Asia to North America?

Just to visit an old man?

No!

They were also transporting drugs!

Due to Victor's strong drug enforcement, Mexico's drug exports were slashed in half, forcing many skilled workers to flee.

Middle East, Africa, Asia, especially the Golden Triangle, the drug business was booming.

But in the United States, Canada, many market shares were up for grabs, tempting many, but smuggling vessels were sometimes too conspicuous to pass through the Gulf.

So, someone thought of using a warship.

The "Hokkaido" was carrying 3 tons of drugs!!!

Sold in the United States for several hundred million US dollars…

And whose cargo was it?

People like Otsuka Koji had no way of knowing, maybe it was the Japanese higher-ups, or maybe the American higher-ups, anyway, they were just in charge of transportation.

And who is Victor?

If they surrendered, and he found out the army was trafficking drugs, how would he deal with them?

A fate worse than death.

What Yamamoto Benji feared most was, if Otsuka Koji couldn't bear it and spilled everything, his family back home would truly be invited over to eat a "Purple Egg."

First, kill Otsuka Koji, then go down with the ship!

Die and still receive an award.

Extremely selfish… bastard!

"Report to Tokyo, my unit clashed with the Mexican Army, shot down three enemy aircraft, the Hokkaido is a complete wreck, ready to die without dishonoring the Empire!"

With each word Yamamoto Benji said, his expression grew darker by several degrees.

The nearby officer recorded these words and hurriedly relayed them to Tokyo.

"Keep firing the artillery!"

"On board!!"

Yamamoto Benji rushed onto the deck, screaming his lungs out, even pulling down his pants and exposing his privates to the sky, cursing.

The circling fighter pilots saw the man standing on the deck below, provocatively wielding a katana, also feeling the rush.

An F-15E rolled gracefully in midair, diving towards the scene!

"Come on! Bastard! I'll chop you down!" Yamamoto Benji roared, clutching a katana in his hand, definitely high on drugs.

Who else would do such a thing?

But then, Japanese people themselves aren't normal.

Kazuo Kita known as "Shōwa Runner," Yamaguchi Tomon known as "Sacrificial Ship Immortal," Tōjō Yinji known as the "Shouwa Prime Minister," Honma Masahiro called "Shōwa Lady" and others...

It's apparent, this Japanese breed just doesn't cut it.

Today, Yamamoto Benji will chop an F-15E with his katana!!!

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat…

The F-15E's cannon strafed from midair.

After a cloud of smoke passed, a heap of mangled flesh was seen on the ground, the katana rolled to the side.

On deck, inside the bridge, the sailors stared agape at this scene.

Then, like their father had died, panic ensued, everyone running everywhere, without their leader they lost their fighting will, some started fighting over lifeboats, even assaulting each other, and some, sensing something was off, screamed as they jumped off.

Just like dropping dumplings.

And the "Hokkaido" finally, finally began to capsize!

"Run, run!!!"

"Don't leave me, take me too..."

Beside those lifeboats, screams of agony filled the air.

"Then let no one live!!"

A Japanese sailor pulled the pin on a hand grenade, and in an explosion, it was over.

The warship slowly sank, the vortex it created pulling everyone in.

"Mission completed, returning to base!"

Three F-15Es quickly left the battlefield, flying towards the airfield.

This naval battle occurred just over the Gulf of Mexico, so basically, anyone with eyes could see it.

The central puppet government also received the news immediately.

Frightened, Mexico City's air raid alarms blared all day!

The air defense troops pulled out their weapons, fearful of a large-scale attack at this moment.

Popovich paced back and forth in his office, visibly anxious.

"Brother, brother," Aldous Wendell ran in.

"How is it?"

"It's not targeted at us, but rather a fierce battle at sea between Japan and the Northern Army, no worries, they won't bomb us."

Popovich breathed a sigh of relief but then tensed up again, "How could the Northern Army clash with Japan?"

"Victor has a brain full of dog shit, who knows what he's thinking, I feel he'll eventually offend everyone in the world!" Aldous Wendell said.

"You write a letter to Tokyo on my behalf, stating that Mexico has no intent of conflict with Japan, it's entirely the warlord Victor's doing, we also welcome Japan to join us in eradicating Victor to defend regional peace!"

"Bro, is reaching out to Japan useful? They're in Asia."

"The enemy of our enemy is our friend, we can't overthrow Victor with just our power, if Japan agrees, we can even invite them to station troops!"