Chapter 423 Let me show you a big treasure!
To keep Mexico's Independence Day safe.
Except for the 5th Marine Division holding on to the capital.
The 4th Marine Division Cavalry Regiment, the 355th Infantry Regiment, the 338th Airborne Regiment and 7 regiments transferred from other Marine Divisions, as well as the National Guard from other states, the total security force number exceeds 160,000!
Even the sewers are stationed by members of the 141st Special Forces Brigade.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the birds and cicadas are chirping.
In the military camp on the side of the "Torah Building" in Mexico City, the sentry stared at the surroundings with vigilance.
Stationed here is one of the regiments of the 7th Reserve Division that came from afar.
There are ten people living in one room, their snoring is deafening, and they sleep in different positions.
Zhi~
The door opened, a beam of light came in, and two officers walked in.
"Hurry up, we have to go to the next regiment after we finish." A kind of major said.
"Okay."
The two of them were holding a black bag in their hands. Starting from the beginning, they took out a thick envelope and placed it on their bedside. Then they left quietly, repeating the process over and over again.
When a sentry came to call someone to pick up the sentry, he was confused when he saw the envelope placed next to the pillow and pushed his comrade awake. The other man's eyes were still hazy.
"Get up and stand guard. Also, what is this?" the sentry pointed at the envelope and asked. The latter rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look at it. He was also confused. He yawned and got up, picked up the envelope and opened it. Under the moonlight, I saw that there was a stack of Mexican pesos inside.
"Money! This is money!" The sentry was equally surprised, "There seems to be a letter inside."
The comrade hurriedly took it out, and when the two of them touched their heads, they saw it read: "Brothers have been working hard recently, please pay more attention to your health, and wish you good health!"
There is also Victor's signature underneath.
"Letter from the general." The comrade was surprised.
The sentry next to him also exclaimed, "60,000 pesos!"
The two people looked at each other with disbelief on their faces and their breathing was a little rapid. Then they seemed to think of something and turned their heads to see other people's bedsides.
I wiped it!
60,000 pesos is approximately US$2,940!
Two years’ income for a farm family of three.
A feeling of being taken seriously arose spontaneously. The soldier got up from the bed and ran to call the squad leader.
After a while, the whole class resounded with surprises, which spread to the entire regiment. Finally, they stopped making noise under the scolding of the regiment leader. When they turned off the lights and rested again, they were still sighing in bed at the general's generosity.
Victor is truly a big brother.
Don't forget your brothers when you get rich. On Independence Day, you will be given money directly, 60,000 pesos per person, regardless of military rank, the lowest is directly to private.
The entire government armed force is about 300,000 (including the National Guard and police), and each person has 60,000. This is 18 billion Mexican pesos, equivalent to 900 million US dollars!
The Mexican government will contribute 50 million U.S. dollars, Victor's "New Hope Group" will contribute 50 million U.S. dollars, and the remaining 800 million will be provided by your plutocrats and landlords.
There are close to 20 states in the central and northern areas, and there are still many chaebols who are reluctant to leave. Where can they go?
When the Jin Dynasty invaded, many people in the north surrendered with their families instead of moving south. Aren't they just reluctant to leave their homeland and abandon their property?
Chaebol are rich!
Including the Mexican Group, the largest mobile company in Latin America, it also involves industries such as real estate, tires, automobiles and finance. The founder Carlos Slim is worth upwards of 40 billion US dollars.
There are also Salinas Group, Cuervo Tequila House, Francisco Robinson Company, etc. These are all worth 1.5 billion US dollars, and they are all wealthy people.
Originally, they all followed the Americans. When Victor was the governor, you ignored them. After the conflict with the United States, you still stumbled behind. But when "the savages learned how to shoot", they were licking their toes. There is no "power".
Each one of them is like a quail now. They are eager to dig out any order from the National Palace, for fear that the "new master" will not like it.
Let them raise 500 million?
They just threw out $1 billion.
Victor's current strategy is: raise the pigs well, keep them if they are obedient, kill them if they are disobedient, and attack the plutocrats!
At this time, the soldiers shouted loyalty, and they were really loyal.
Up, down, left, and right, everyone shouted my name, Victor.
It is true that when the outside world criticizes Mexico, the boss stands up and takes responsibility for himself. This style of making a fortune together when good things happen and taking care of problems alone is deeply loved by the middle and lower classes.
Dong dong dong dong~
Six o'clock in the morning.
Victor is already awake.
He put on his neat military uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied and looked very elegant.
"Boss, the money has been distributed, and I have prepared the promotion list you mentioned, just waiting for your signature." Casare said next to him, holding a roster in his hand.
Victor glanced at it. Above him was Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, followed by the commanders of five divisions, and below him were the commanders of each regiment, all promoted one level!
A major general becomes a lieutenant general (commander of the 5th Division), a lieutenant general becomes a general, a colonel becomes a major general...
There are 70 names in total.
Moreover, he also expanded the establishment of the Marine Division to the corps level, including 4 to 6 divisions, and the number of troops was expanded from 18,000 to 60,000!
5,000 people were pinched from Goldfinger. This time, they were not counted according to the German special forces, which could not be pinched, but ordinary elite soldiers who could serve as grassroots cadres.
And the rest were all "studded" by him.
Victor signed his name quickly, "The general promotion ceremony will be arranged for five days, and I will come in person then."
"Okay."
Casare thought for a moment, "Boss, this is just a promotion. We spend more than 1 billion US dollars at a time. Isn't it too extravagant?"
"You act like a bitch."
"Brothers are following us because they just want to eat meat, so we will stuff their cheeks full of them. Remember, the eldest brother can be greedy but not stingy."
Victor said to Casare like an instructive brother.
He turned to look at the mirror, always feeling that something was missing, "By the way, bring me my brooch, the first box in the drawer on the left."
The secretary next to him ran over and quickly took out a small box.
Victor took out a brooch from it, which was a flying crested eagle. He nodded lightly with satisfaction, "Let's go."
He was going to the auditorium to greet the visiting guests.
This is called etiquette.
The main road where the military parade was held had been cleaned by water trucks since early in the morning. However, this road had been closed five days ago and no vehicles were allowed to approach.
You come over as a stranger, and dozens or even hundreds of pairs of eyes look at you intently.
It should be considered one of the safest places in the world.
At 7:30 in the morning, representatives from other countries arrived one after another. The first one to arrive was Nicolás Maro Moro from Venezuela. As soon as he met, he gave Victor a big hug and shook hands excitedly.
A typical little fanboy.
Victor also patted him on the shoulder and gave him a few words of relief, praising his attitude towards drug control in the country.
The last time he went back, he asked the government to crack down on drugs, and it is said that he offended many people because of this.
"Sir, in addition to watching the ceremony, I also want to ask for help." Nicolas Maro Moreau's expression was a little pitiful, as if he had been bullied outside and went home to find an adult.
"Don't worry, just tell me, we will try our best to solve it for you." Victor smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
29-year-old Nicolas Maro Moreau is one year younger than him, and he is not sound-proof in his heart. “My anti-drug declaration has made me a thorn in the side of drug cartel groups and guerrillas. I can fight and even die for my ideals, but I... My wife and children.”
He said with uneasiness in his eyes.
"I hope to send them to Mexico and receive a Mexican education."
There is a bounty on his head on the black market.
2 million US dollars!
And his wife, children and other relatives each have 100,000 US dollars.
There are many desperadoes in Venezuela. He has encountered them no less than ten times, and each time they passed by in a thrilling way. He is afraid, he is afraid that he will die before he succeeds, and he is afraid that his wife and children will be liquidated. Come to the boss now, hoping to help.
Victor looked at him with worry, "Has the situation reached this point?"
Nicolas Maro Moreau nodded bitterly.
"Don't worry, as a member of the Anti-Drug Alliance, I will not and will not allow others to harm our comrades. If you send your wife and children over, they are my relatives. I will receive them personally. Moreover, for your safety, I will A team of 30 people from the Secret Service are sent to protect you, don’t refuse.”
"We are in the same boat on the road to anti-drugs."
"Don't worry, I will stand behind you."
Nicolas Maro Moreau was moved to tears by these words. He grabbed Victor's hand and shook it. Finally, Casare patted him on the shoulder and said, "The general still has some people who need to meet. Let's talk later." .”
The other party reluctantly walked to the viewing platform.
"Put him next to me." Victor shouted.
The staff member responsible for arranging seats was startled, and then became a little embarrassed, "General, which one should I return to?"
"Who's sitting next to me?"
"Britain and the United States."
"Replace the UK, who is worthy of me?" Victor said very calmly, but in the ears of others, he felt a slight discomfort.
Casare's left brow trembled. He glanced at his boss. As a roundworm in his belly, he immediately understood what he was thinking.
It must have been what the British guy said when he was granted the title of Zen before his revenge.
The boss is very petty.
You have offended big brother and you still want to sit and eat beef?
Casare nodded to the staff, who responded hurriedly and guided Nicolas Maro Moreau to the center. The Venezuelan who had been listening was a little moved.
Next, Victor hosted some European and Latin American countries, and everyone was quite polite on the surface. When the American representative, General Mason Leonard, came, everyone held their breath and thought they were going to cause trouble, but the two sides shook hands. Sometimes, they smile politely at each other.
This has left some countries waiting to see a joke at a loss.
Are the relations between the United States and Mexico so good?
Could it be that some unspeakable secret has been reached inside?
The representative from Canada suffered the most.
Brother~ I am your little sweetheart in North America. You can’t ask other mistresses to join our marriage.
After General Mason Leonard chatted with Victor for a few words, he moved to his position, looking directly at the main road without chatting with the people next to him.
"Who else hasn't arrived?" Casare asked the attendant next to him.
"The British."
Fatty Ka narrowed his eyes. This British man's head was really pinched by his butt. He looked at his watch and saw that there were only two minutes left. He looked up at the boss, who nodded slightly.
Just when Casare was about to stand up and signal the military parade to start, the British guy finally arrived belatedly, with a proud look on his face. In fact, I really don’t understand the thinking of the British guys. Sometimes they and the Indians are really like "two dogs." ".
What era has it been and you are still pretending to be the colonial boss?
Seeing that the other party was about to speak, Casare walked towards George Smiley next to him, who ran over with a gloomy face.
"Stop talking, get into position with me. If you make trouble, I will sew your mouth and butt together."
The British man's face immediately turned green. Looking at George Smiley's cold eyes, he shuddered and closed his mouth.
This person is known as "Fire Dog" in CIA 6. He is an important leader of Mexican intelligence and has a typical super-heroic face.
I could only shrink my head and sit at the back with some Latin American and African countries. The British muttered, and people who didn't know better thought it was the wrong way.
Boom!
The sound of Big Ben rang on time at 9 o'clock in the morning. The sound was very clear and could be heard far away. It could be heard clearly from several kilometers away. Everyone in Mexico could hear it and raised their heads.
I saw a group of white doves flying into the sky in the distance.
Symbolizes peace!
Representatives of the public on the other side of the main road raised their hands and cheered.
It looks like the mountains and rivers are peaceful and people live and work in peace and contentment.
Kennedy, the highest-ranking military officer in the army, stood up and said, "Now I declare that Mexico's 170th Independence Day military parade has officially begun!"
Victor actually prefers the Chinese goose step because it is more upright and masculine, but he also knows that he can't get it right in the short term, and the Soviet style is too jumpy and gaudy, so he can only use the European style.
He was just stupid and walked in queue with an expressionless face.
The first one to come up was the First Regiment of the 1st Marine Division. This was called the "Private Guards" and was the foundation of Victor's career. It was a typical elite among the elite, fighting from the north to the south, from the scenery of the north to the rainforest of the south. , with great military exploits and great reputation.
Especially since they were the first overall first-class merit award issued by Victor.
More than 1,200 people wore pure black combat uniforms, wore monocular night vision devices, had camouflage on their faces, held M16A2 automatic rifles, and wore masks. Their eyes were like wolves and tigers.
When passing by the viewing platform, Major General Eduard Fritz Blomberg, the Chief of Staff of the First Division who led the team, took the lead in saluting and shouted: "Loyalty!"
1,200 strong men shouted in unison.
"Loyal!"
Victor smiled and stood up and waved. The Venezuelan fan next to him clapped hard. The American representative squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
The second group was the assault detachment of the 141st Special Forces Forces. They drove "Falcon" light high-speed attack assault vehicles and passed in groups of four vehicles.
"Is this the Mexican army or the US military?" General Mason Leonard heard someone behind him mutter a few words. He was on pins and needles and stared. Does he have this "Falcon" style?
This thing just came out not long ago!
The US military also used them during the Gulf War. Look at these individual weapons of the 141st Special Forces. Do they have four-eye night vision goggles on their heads? ?
Is the Mexican military rich enough to do so?
The US military currently only has a small amount of equipment.
"Fantasy!" The British guy looked at the individual equipment and said to others angrily. The people sitting next to him were so embarrassed that they could only laugh.
Mason Leonard is the deputy defense secretary. He is also an old man in the army. He has actually been in charge of the SEAL work. He has a sharp eye and the 141st Special Forces Group is not a flower vase.
Although I have never worked with seals, I have done a lot with Spanish special forces and other countries that have infiltrated, and I have a lot of achievements.
And Mason Leonard has a hunch that they will fight sooner or later!
Victor will not be satisfied with only covering Latin America. Maybe he will intervene in the Middle East? In the name of anti-drugs.
This is what many senior American officials are worried about.
Groups of soldiers passed by behind. Although they were all elite, there was nothing that caught their eyes. Time passed slowly.
"The next thing coming is the SS-25 intercontinental missile phalanx."
"????!"
Mason Leonard and people from many countries stood up when they heard this!
Impossible, impossible, unrealistic.
The Soviets are crazy and want to get you this?
They must have the same name and surname!
But wait until the familiar MAZ-7917 super-heavy off-road load arrives.
The European and American powers in front of the TV and on the viewing platform suddenly fell silent.
They looked at each other in disbelief!
"This phalanx is a national important weapon with an effective range of 12,500 kilometers!" The host's voice was excited and even exciting.
Victor smiled.
Casare smiled.
Mexico's top brass laughed.
And the faces of a group of people...
It's green!
(End of chapter)