Working as a police officer in Mexico

The old lady couldn't understand at all, thinking she was being cursed, so she tremblingly opened her hunting rifle and reloaded it.

"Put down your weapon, get down!!"

Tut-tut-tut!!!

The Sergeant, seeing that she didn't comply, let loose a burst of fire and riddled her with bullets.

"Ah!" The fat man on the roof cried out in alarm, his face looking ugly, "Quick, tell the staff in the store not to resist, to make no movements."

Mexicans really will kill people.

The old lady lay propped against the door on the ground, spitting blood. The Sergeant pulled out his pistol, aimed at her head, and fired a shot, bang!

All was quiet.

"Turn on the loudspeaker," he called out to his comrade on top of the tank.

A Private hurriedly nodded, turned on the high-pitched loudspeaker tied to the side, and buzz— a fluent female voice began speaking in English.

"Please lock your doors and windows, do not go out into the streets, we guarantee we will not harm any civilians. Anyone found with weapons on the streets will be executed without mercy!"

"The First Mexican Republic guarantees your safety!"

"Secondly, please cooperate with our forces' search of the town. Do not hide soldiers or drug traffickers. Violators will be treated as accomplices!"

Hearing the loudspeaker, the civilians hurried to close their glass windows and doors, shivering with fear. Some were rudely pulled out; these people were clearly Mexicans, pounding on the doors, crying and shouting until they finally knelt on the ground, only to be dragged to the roadside by the Northern Army.

"Don't kill me, I dare not, I won't dare again, I'll quit, I will stop dealing drugs!" A curly-haired Mexican woman shouted desperately, wearing a dirty, disheveled dress.

Clearly having smuggled across the border, fortunately her life had been spared from the crossfire in the drug trafficker gunfights, but now... she was being dragged out.

Bang!

A headshot!

Utterly brutal!

If General Yu Wen were here, he would definitely curse this as a waste.

"Take control of the town government!"

With that command, the troops continued to advance.

This wasn't an isolated incident; the 337th Corps had stormed in and taken control of 2 villages and a town, imposing military control. There were plenty of rednecks discontent, hiding in their homes, shooting at the Mexican soldiers from indoors.

"Rocket launcher! Rocket launcher!" the Commander bellowed, pointing at the house. A soldier holding an M72 anti-tank launcher came forward and fired at the wooden house.

Boom!

The roof was blown off, and who knows what secondary explosions it triggered—the place burst into roaring flames and was obliterated in an instant.

Rednecks?

Now let's see your necks turned red!

The Mexican soldiers didn't fear the media, so why live under others' words? That bunch can only praise the victor.

But actually, this was Rommel's "kidnapping" plan, covertly positioning soldiers in US Territory's "civilian homes". You, Texas, dare to use heavy weapons? No, you don't, afraid of being smeared by the press. So, you can only negotiate.

You'll have to compensate for the "invasion of Mexico"!

Austin.

Governor Frederick Madison of Texas was ashen-faced, slamming his hands on the table, while everyone underneath lifted their eyes to him.

"This is war! Gentlemen, Mexico has invaded the United States. Look, they've brazenly attacked the National Guard, causing heavy casualties, and have broken into Calabria Town and its surrounding villages!"

"I now demand the 36th Division and other Civilian Corps to assemble urgently, move closer to the border as soon as possible to reclaim our territory."

"Governor, should we report to The Pentagon and the White House..." someone suggested softly from below.

"Texas doesn't need to explain to anyone. We have the right to defend our own territory. Major General Carter, carry out the order!" Frederick Madison looked to the only black General in uniform in the room.

The other looked around at everyone else, stiffened up, stood, and saluted, "Yes, sir!"

The National Guard followed the orders of the Governor, even if it meant going against the President. This is what highly autonomous federalism means—isn't this just like warlords?

Even now, the White House and The Pentagon have clout, but what if one day they waver even slightly? See if these territorial governors won't harbor other ambitions. The Lone Star State is notorious for its disdain for the U.S. Government.

"Half an hour from now, I'll address the State on television, mobilize and call upon the public to go to the border to resist the invasion!"

He plans to launch a "Wang Yang War."

Texas is a famously red state, rural, middle-aged, pickup truck—a typical "maga."

Hearing this, the Deputy Governor shook his head, "How can we involve ordinary people in a war?"

"Why not, we are fighting a war for our country!"

Well, you should call the Soviets; they have more experience in this than you.

Knock knock knock~

As the knocking sounded, the secretary pushed the door and walked in, looking somewhat odd.

"What's wrong?" Frederick Madison frowned and asked.

The secretary stepped aside, and the old Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney walked in, looking exhausted.

"You cannot start a war!"

...

A Falcon 900 private plane cruised over Mexican skies, escorted by 3 F14 fighters.

Of course, this was Victor's personal aircraft.

The interior was incredibly luxurious.

He casually scanned the newspaper, while a flight attendant carefully brought coffee and placed it beside him, tugging at her blouse to reveal a deeper cleavage.

Victor glanced out of the corner of his eye, seeing her still standing there, looked up kindly and inquired, "Is there something you need?"

"No... nothing, sir." The flight attendant quickly shook her head, her hips swaying as she walked away, reluctantly glancing back a couple of times.

Did Victor not understand what they were after?

For a man to rise to the top, he must know how to shake; for a woman, she must know how to eat.

Casare emerged from the restroom, glanced out the window, still able to see the escort fighter jets outside.