Working as a police officer in Mexico

It's hilarious when you think about it, in 1990, that "bald-headed top student" got the peace prize.

Reagan called him a "giant of peace."

What a dumbass!

You play yourself to death, of course Reagan would praise you, maybe laughing at you under his covers at night.

The Qin Dynasty continued the legacy of six generations, and here you are, "the dumbass of three generations!"

Su Xunzong is hospitalized again, what surgery did he have?

Chest expansion surgery.

Why expand the chest? Because there's no more room to hang medals.

Victor pondered for a moment, "We need to find a way to fish in troubled waters and gain more benefits!"

"Now is the most chaotic time in the Soviet Union, this coup has hastened their demise. Tell Augustine to directly contact that guy…"

He couldn't remember the name all of a sudden.

"Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot!" Casare said from the side.

This guy is an old boss in the KGB's Germany department, the one getting medals and paychecks, who was later called back home to take a high position in the General Staff, also connected within the Emergency Committee.

His father-in-law is one of the "big eight"!

"Right, that guy. Ask him if the troops in Germany or the Baltic Sea come with a package, the military equipment is useless anyway, just ship it directly to Mexico!"

"Singles' Day big sale!"

Brother, hit the link, Mexican tycoons don't even bargain!

Division by division, the equipment is pulled this way, if worse comes to worst, we'll airlift it ourselves.

Casare listened to Victor's words and reacted very calmly because, actually, a few months ago, an organization specifically for the "business" with the Soviet Union had already been established.

There's even a special operation code name: "TaoBao!"

From the Soviet Union, buy everything from bullets to missiles, no refusal of any comer!

At least 6 billion US dollars have already been spent!

Determined to recreate the "Soviet Union" in North America!

"Augustine mentioned, Mikhail has expressed dissatisfaction with us for not openly supporting nor sending people to help the Conservatives, he's told him several times."

Casare saw the boss looking around, quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to him, and lit it while saying.

Victor took a deep drag and shook his head with a smile, "Make a profit when it's cheap, don't take the responsibility..."

What a typical fuckboy statement.

"Besides, watch, it won't be long before this so-called coup is crushed!"

Casare's eyes widened, "Boss, how do you know?"

Victor smiled mysteriously, walked to the window, and looked at the clouds in the sky while smoking, silent.

Ding-a-ling~

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Casare quickly picked it up.

"Alright, I'll pass on the message to the General."

After hanging up, his face was full of joy, "Boss, Vice Admiral Erich Faginhan, the commander of the Marine Corps 2nd Division, led two regiments to defeat three regiments in Guerrero State at 'Vetamo,' killing over 3,000, capturing over 700, and killing 17 of their officers, including Ambrose Sayes, the head of the drug trafficker group in Guerrero State!"

"They're now advancing towards Mexico City along the border, about 170 kilometers away!"

"The Marine Corps 3rd Division is also going south, they should be arriving at Mexico City around the 22nd."

"The Old Mexico military officials from the cities along the way heard the news and fled, daring not resist us..."

"Great!"

Victor rushed to the map, found "Vetamo," a place with endless open land. Engaging in combat with an "Armored Forces" there, those bugs must have had a screw loose.

"Order the following reserve forces to control the city, maintain order, military governance in the counties of the war regions for four months, distinguish between drug traffickers and surrendering soldiers, and implement a rationing of the food supply."

"Also, on behalf of the Governor's Mansion, send a congratulatory message to Vice Admiral Erich Fagin!"

Casare also had a smile hanging on his face.

Mexico City, the "legal" capital is right in front of us, reach out and you can touch it!

Conquer the central part!

By increasing strategic depth, the First Republic will be unbeatable!

The Mexican drug war is just around the corner.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his voice and salute awkwardly, "Yes, sir!"

...

In Guanahua State, Queretaro Historical Conservation Area.

Just by hearing the name, one knows it's a historic site.

At the time, this was the scene of resistance against the French invasion. It is also characterized by many Indian and Spanish-style buildings.

It was designated a "Safe Zone," where reporters, refugees, as well as hospitals gather; thus, it's quite crowded, but at least it is safe.

At the 7th Division field hospital.

Two pickup trucks drove in. Carrying the rank of Captain, Rodri, who had been promoted to the Reserve Seventh Division Colonel company commander, stepped out from the co-driver's seat, his expression solemn.

Their Village Head of Seburn Village had long been sacrificed...

Although Reserve forces don't head to the front lines, occasionally, scattered drug trafficker militants like to attack the rear, so Reserve Divisions in charge of patrolling and transport tasks also frequently suffer losses.

The Village Head was ambushed on one ammunition transport mission.

His son...

When gunfire erupted, became a deserter and was executed by the Military Governor.

One could only say, it's the irony of fate.

Seeing the pickup trucks come in, a dozen or so female nurses and doctors in white coats ran out, wearing masks, but from those clear eyes, one could tell they were all young.

Rodri and the driver unveiled the curtain of the troop carrier, a stench hitting them in the face. Upon opening the tailgate, the scene inside was shockingly grim.

Dozens of corpses lay in disarray, mosquitoes buzzing above them, blood gushed out like pouring water; there were many severed limbs, loose eyeballs, and brains...

"Ugh!!"

This directly served as a "crash course in the cruelties of war" for these young nurses and doctors, with several female nurses covering their mouths and running to the side to vomit!

"Sixty-seven bodies in two trucks." Rodri's gaze was indifferent, his speech almost light, "Clean them up, put them in body bags, and later they'll be transported to the rear."

This tone made some young women involuntarily look up at him.

Mainly because he seemed too calm!

This guy must be a killing maniac.

In fact, Rodri was just simply... numb, or rather, growing accustomed. How did he get his Captain rank? Not by succeeding the deceased Village Head, but rather, during once facing scattered militants, after seeing a childhood friend getting killed, in a fit of rage, he charged out with his gun.

He alone killed more than twenty of the enemy and captured seventeen, setting the record for most captures by an individual soldier in the First Republic.

Reserve...

Is also military!

"Alright, get to it, and be careful not to tear the organs and limbs, they all are heroes, there's nothing to be scared of," an old army doctor said, climbing onto the truck and began moving bodies.

Under his lead, the medical staff also braced themselves and started doing the same.

Just as Rodri was about to reach for a cigarette, a hand reached out to him, pale and delicate, holding a candy. Looking up in confusion, he saw a young female nurse who reached his chest, who seemed quite young and was clearly panicked upon meeting his gaze.

"Smoking is bad for your health, try this candy instead, it's really sweet."

Rodri was briefly stunned, just about to refuse when she pushed the candy into his hand suddenly asked, "Will we ever see the day drug traffickers are eradicated from Mexican soil?"

A puzzled and struggling look was in her clear eyes.

"Of course," Rodri spoke, his voice rough, having dark skin like a farmer's son and speaking to a girl with some shyness, but still very firm, "Drugs will disappear from Mexico, nobody will be able to control us with drugs anymore, once the General arrives, our days of suffering will be over."

The little nurse nodded energetically, "Go on, eat it, I have more," she said before running off to help with the corpses.

Rodri unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth.

Hmm...

It was sweet!

The flavor brightened up his oppressed mood quite a bit.

Half an hour later.

The bodies were all offloaded and taken to the cleaning pools where specialists would wash them.

Rodri got back in the truck, rolled down the window, and glanced casually out the back. Among the many figures, he spotted the little nurse, who was helping an injured soldier; perhaps sensing his gaze, she also looked back and waved to him.

He unconsciously lifted his head to wave back.

His comrade driving the truck saw the little nurse in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Not bad, Rodri, you seem like a quiet guy, but you're first-class at picking up girls. How did you hook up with her?"

"No, no, no."

Upon hearing this, Rodri shook his head hastily, "It's not hooking up, we..."

"We just address each other as comrades!"

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