Chapter 246 Victor’s name is written into the textbook!
Manfred von Richthofen stood by the window of the barracks with a cigarette in his mouth.
Copy the "Military Code"?
The "Red Baron" is illiterate!
He suddenly raised his eyebrows and saw the P-51 staggering back in the distance. He glanced at it and wondered why one was missing?
The other planes were also swaying, and their wings were severely damaged. When landing, they almost always landed on their heads, causing sparks to fly directly on the runway. The ground crew who had been notified early rushed forward.
Manfred von Richthofen also ran out the door.
I saw several pilots slowly climbing down.
"Where's Super 68? Where's Migos?" He grabbed Ernst Udet's shoulders and asked loudly.
The latter lowered his head and said, "He was hit by a missile and parachuted out."
Manfred suddenly felt his heart pounding. Migos was his best friend, and they were both teachers and friends.
Skydiving means death in battle!
The drug traffickers led by Guzman will not abide by the Geneva Convention.
"Quick! Be careful and send him to the hospital."
A pilot whose abdomen was injured by fragments was carried off the plane. The ambulance that had been prepared for a long time turned on the alarm and rushed to the hospital. Take it to the airport hospital.
But given the medical conditions here, they still have to be sent to the rear.
Manfred von Richthofen clenched his fists, "Guzman!"
Super 68 was shot down, and suddenly it was like a haze enveloped everyone.
And in the Tijuana and Baja California areas.
Many people woke up from their sleep.
Suddenly something was wrong.
On the TV, the orthodox-looking middle-aged announcer said in a serious tone, "Mexican News Agency, Tijuana time, August 14th:"
"Mexican News Agency, on the order of the Governor's Palace, The following statement was issued on August 14, 1990..."
"The drug traffickers headed by Guzman have repeatedly challenged the bottom line of human life. Recently, they have continuously dispatched armed personnel to carry out brutal and inhumane attacks on areas under actual control of the government, attacking and injuring civilians. The incident and despicable behavior seriously threatened the peace and security of Mexico and damaged the international image. The Northern Anti-Narcotics Force was entrusted by the people and the Mexican government to conduct a comprehensive internal cleanup activity. "
"On August 13, Tijuana time. In the evening, three regiments with a total of more than 9,000 troops were dispatched. Before dawn, they captured seven towns including "San Blas", "Topolo Bamboo" and "Joish" in one night. Culiacán, the capital of Roja, is less than 400 kilometers away! ”
"Justice will win!"
"Victor will win!"
"The cause will win!"
There are children wearing newsboy hats running fast on the road. Shuttle through the streets, "The Anti-Narcotics Force announced that it is recruiting people from outside. Mexican citizens aged 18 to 35 years old can apply. , if one person in the family is serving in the anti-drug force, the whole family’s medical care will be free!”
“Northern Military University, Tijuana Military Academy, Victor Special Warfare Academy, and Northern Military Theoretical University of Mexico announced that they are recruiting students! School, you will have a police title immediately, and tuition and living expenses will be free of charge! ”
"The Governor's Office announced: From today, August 14, all elementary schools, junior high schools, and universities in the areas under actual control will be exempted from tuition fees. Those over 70 years old will receive 300 pesos per month from Tijuana!"
"Furthermore, permanent households in the areas under actual control will be exempted from taxes, water, electricity and salt fees, and low-income people will be given subsidies!"
On the day after taking office as governor, Victor will have already made preparations A series of education and people's livelihood policies were thrown out.
Everyone who was smashed was dizzy!
Although there are currently more than 30 million people, there are not many people over 70 years old, probably between 500,000 and 1 million.
Mexico's demographic structure is very healthy.
After all...
I can live to be 70 years old in a place like this.
Oh my God, what a great person!
At least there is absolutely no problem with luck.
The policy of exempting resident households from taxes on water, electricity, salt and light has allowed Victor to rapidly increase his supporters in the slums.
After this combination of punches, the hearts of all the people in Sonora and Baja California were boiling!
"Long live Victor! Long live the Northern Alliance!"
A middle-aged man wearing glasses threw pesos downwards from the tallest building in Tijuana. Hundreds of people gathered below, following Heckle.
In another square, hundreds of people "organized" held up photos of Victor and Casare to celebrate, and they sang songs belonging to the leader.
At this time, Victor was standing in the office, looking down.
He could feel someone shouting his name.
I plan to increase the number of original Goldfinger army employees from the current 3,000 to 10,000, and add 7,000 new backbones. They will serve as grassroots squad leaders, and with them as the pillars, we will recruit about 60,000 people. new recruits.
The remaining 2,000 Goldfinger employees develop in finance, entertainment, sports and education.
Directly improve the quality of personnel!
The only drawback is that the 2.3 billion points are quickly reduced in a rolling manner, leaving only a lonely 600 million.
The number of the sea, land and air police teams was as high as 110,000!
This is not a warlord, who the hell is a warlord?
Victor was a little intoxicated, watching the country that was once a mess gradually getting better under his own control.
This sense of vanity and accomplishment made him feel wonderful.
He even had time to have a drink or two, and raised his glass to the sunshine in the sky, "Cheers."
But the next second, there was a knock on the door, and Casare walked in, "Boss, The casualty report has been tallied."
"Nian."
"The ground police force lost 221 people, 112 people were seriously injured, and 1,789 people were slightly injured. 21 armored vehicles of various types and artillery were lost. 17 doors. "
"The Air Force lost one P-51 fighter, three fuselages were damaged, and one person was killed."
"A total of about 2,171 enemies were killed and wounded, and 1,210 were captured!"
Casare was also very excited, "A great victory! This should be the biggest achievement of the Mexican regular army after being defeated by the United States more than a hundred years ago. "
I am not ashamed to say this.
Victor also had a smile on his face, "Well done. Throw the prisoners to the concentration camp to build roads. Send this battle report to the Americans and tell them about their assistance to us."
Dad, I’m so capable, why don’t you invest any more?
You see, I can do it better than any of your sons.
"Find a way to get the dead body of Georgos from there." Victor received the news last night that the P-51 was blown up by Sam.
To be honest...
Although I am a little surprised, it is acceptable.
There is no absolutely awesome weapon. Every weapon has its opponent. The M1A2 main battle tank costing more than 8 million US dollars has to run away when seeing an RPG costing several thousand dollars.
The Soviet Union was so powerful, and the torrent of steel frightened Europe, but in Afghanistan, when you encounter armed men coming out of the jungle, you still have to kneel on the ground and howl.
There is no such thing as a 100% guarantee in war.
Who can say that he will live from scratch to the end?
Being able to survive in the war, not to mention all, at least 8 points depends on luck.
It can only be said that Georgos was unlucky and was shot down.
Casare nodded, "I have already contacted them, but... the drug dealers are very repulsive.'
"Then use the body of Guzman's mother, and then use the P-51 to pull her away. After breaking it into pieces, sew it up and return it to the other party. "
Casare sneered, "Boss, what you said about the possibility of Guzman's mother using P-51 to dismember her body was deemed undesirable by the Joint Operations Command after evaluation. ”
“The technical aspect is more difficult. ”
The most important thing is that they are 70 years old. If you try hard, you may die faster. Wouldn’t this be an advantage to the other party?
After hearing what the professionals said, Victor could only put down the idea. He clicked his tongue twice and put the wine glass on the table.
"Then use the Hummer, it will be easier for her."
"If Guzman demands a living person..."
"Let him die, if he doesn't want it , tell him that we will throw his mother’s body into the manure pit and let people poop on it every day.”
Casare suddenly thought of this picture and shuddered.
Going to poop late at night and seeing an old woman buried under your toilet is absolutely thrilling to think about. "He is a filial son. If he doesn't agree, he will scold him with a loudspeaker. I think he is shameless."
"The next proposal."
Victor narrowed his eyes and said. , to deal with drug dealers, you have to be more shameless than him, what is the moral bottom line.
Does the law say we must be moral?
Put aside your personal qualities and enjoy a life of immorality...
Well... Victor's bottom line is the law.
"We have contacted the Veterans Center in the United States. They said that there will be a veterans job negotiation meeting in mid-August and we need to send someone there." Casare turned a page of his notepad and said.
"Then you can go ahead. Just send a few people from the combat department to assist."
"As for the benefits..."
"Ordinary arms with less than 6 years of service will not be recruited. Special forces and special arms can have their years reduced appropriately. You are responsible for the specific salary. Don't recruit too many people. We are just testing the waters this time."
< br>Always give Americans some face.
Going to the United States on a business trip?
Casare was a little nervous after hearing this.
This is my "first time".
He can still go see his brothers and sisters, but he was in a hurry last time and didn't have time.
We can have a good meeting this time.
We haven’t seen each other for almost a year.
I don’t know how those little brats are doing, or how my mother is doing now.
“Okay.”
Casare made a note on the notepad he carried, and frowned as he looked at the next motion.
He lowered his head and drew a line on the notepad with his fingers, and paused, "Seventeen countries have listed Mexico as a red area, and the United Nations will propose to list Mexico as a red area at the General Assembly in November. As a hot spot, what Mexico City means is that we hope we can send people to Vienna, Austria”
! ! !
This is when other countries also feel that the crossfire between Victor and drug dealers has broken away from the structure of police and criminals.
Mom!
Whose policeman uses Katyusha?
Do you have tens of thousands of drug dealers?
And they even have anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles. This... isn't this NMD an army?
This is a conflict between government forces and rebels!
We must remind our people to go as little as possible. What will happen if we die?
But if the United Nations becomes a hotspot, it will definitely be a major blow to Tijuana's economy, whose main industry is tourism.
When Victor heard the news, his face darkened.
“We must at least show that we are capable of protecting tourists and suppressing drug traffickers, so that the United Nations can see our hope.” Casare murmured.
That is to allow myself to at least have a better performance before November.
Victor frowned and thought carefully, "There are still 3 months, don't worry, do you have another question?"
"Next question..."
Casare flipped through his notepad, "The Tijuana Educational Institution proposes to write your name into the textbook."
"Ahem, that's not right. Isn't that great?"
Victor was startled when he heard this, and there were some polite words on his lips, but before Casare could say anything, he said again, "From now on, there will be one of mine in every school. Sculpture."
"I want to be with the flowers in Mexico and watch them grow."
really!
Still so shameless.
By then, he will really be like Niyazov of Turkmenistan.
That guy built 14,000 sculptures for himself across the country.
"As for the funds, let the people who run the casino contribute, and you tell them that the time has come to dedicate themselves to me." Victor thought for a moment while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Casare looked at him with an expression on his face, "This... they have come here to complain several times, saying that our tax rate is too high."
Boss, you are really stingy!
You don’t want to spend a penny.
Of course the casino bosses will "agree". They swear at gunpoint that it is definitely Victor's.
Victor glanced at Casare and sneered, "Businessmen will not do anything without profit. If you tell them this piece of shit is worth 100 US dollars, they will come up with an advertising slogan for this piece of shit. : A piece of stinking shit will last forever.”
"Think about it, isn't it?"
Casare thought for a moment, and it was really true.
“I don’t know how the wealthy class is in other countries, but here, you are just a pig. Whenever I need money, I will bring one or two over and kill them. If they dare to immigrate...”
"Then freeze all their assets. No businessman's ass is clean. As long as you have a gun in your hand, they will be your granary."
This makes sense. .
Authoritarianism is on the rise.
Casare's hands were itchy and he wanted to lift them up.
Mexico belongs to you and to me, but overall, it belongs to Victor!
……
Culiacan!
The city center was in shambles.
The bombs dropped by the P-51 bombing squadron destroyed many institutions of the Sinaloa drug cartel. The building Ernst Udet specifically targeted was the "hub", including Guzman The office and so on are all here.
When he came out of the bunker and saw this scene, he was shaking with anger.
"Boss, we shot down a plane, but the pilot committed suicide." Cousin Arturo said solemnly, standing on the stone in the ruins.
“Where is the body?” Guzman took a deep breath and asked.
The other party raised his hand from a distance.
I saw the body of the pilot named Migos Jose Anthony being... nailed to a cross.
The eyes were gouged out.
Even half of his face was smashed.
"The brothers were very angry and entertained him a little. Tijuana has sent someone to contact us, hoping to take the body back."
"He, Victor, is dreaming!" Guzman said directly.
“Let him trade with my mother!”
Arturo sighed softly, it’s over, his aunt is going to die.
Victor will make bacon out of your mother!
"TMD! We're going to get on the bomber too!" Guzman gritted his teeth as he looked at the ruins. He was also lucky enough to be hiding in the bunker. If not, it would have been really embarrassing.
But what if we encounter an earth-penetrating bomb?
Will you have this kind of luck next time?
“Call that Soviet guy and ask him if he has bombers, and by the way, ask him if he has the latest anti-aircraft missiles.”
“TMD, I don’t accept it!”
Throw money!
"Let those poor guys from the Aryan Brotherhood take the payment for the goods! TMD, why do you take drugs if you don't have money? Just believe in Jesus."
He wants to engage in a military competition with Victor.
What you have, I want too. Aren’t they just bombers?
I will call my "Doraemon" right now.
Victor Bout, the organization needs you!
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(End of this chapter)