Working as a police officer in Mexico

Brigadier General Gunther Luttjens feared something might happen to Yanis again, and ordered the 221st Regiment to be stationed in Merida!

The demoralized drug dealers saw Anatoly Magellan surrender, and after cursing a couple of times, they fled for their lives!

The wolves of the north are here!

Apart from a few die-hards who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, sporadic gunfire was heard, but the overall situation was still transitioning smoothly.

Military vehicles with loudspeakers drove through the streets, beeping.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender, all personnel are forbidden to leave their houses, violators will be dealt with as drug dealers!"

The people who had been awakened long ago were lying by the windows, watching the military vehicles passing by with horror and unease.

"Penia, quick, come and help me."

A bare-chested, bearded man shouted in the bedroom, and a beautiful young woman ran in, only to see the former standing on the bed, pulling a green box down from above the closet.

"What's in here?" Penia asked quickly.

"Life-saving stuff!"

The woman was shocked and quickly grabbed him, "What… what are you going to do?"

The boyfriend was stunned, and almost laughed when he saw the other party's nervous expression, "What do you think I'm going to do? Fight the government army? Don't be ridiculous."

As he spoke, he pulled out a prepared national flag from the box…

"Hang it up, and this too."

The man found something from the lining of the box, "This is a secret weapon, I begged it from Chinatown, those Chinese said that as long as you stick this thing on, anyone who knows Chinese characters will bless us."

"Use them to cover up the tattoos."

The two were busy sticking things on the exposed tattoos, and saw the words written on them: Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty!

Pure Chinese characters…

And the butterfly tattoo on the woman's neck read: Dad, don't hit me.

Well…

The Chinese always come up with something.

"Also, also, hang this photo on the wall."

The man took out a half-length portrait of Viktor from the box.

"From now on, we are good citizens!"

It looked quite comical.

But this is the survival rule of the little people…

Although I have never heard of the government army engaging in bullying men and women, kidnapping and extortion, or smuggling and blackmail (the current Mexican army is doing this, in reality.)

But, being a polite local is always right.

Gunther Luttjens led the guard battalion straight to the city hall. As soon as he got out of the car, the soldiers quickly occupied their positions. He walked three steps at a time towards the mayor's office.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a decadent figure sitting in the chair, surrounded by four or five soldiers, looking at him in a circle.

What were they afraid of?

Afraid he would jump off the building!

When Anatoly Magellan realized that he had been "hijacked" and "intimidated" by a squad of people, he regretted it so much that he was almost able to resist.

What was he lacking?

Gunther Luttjens was stunned, and looked at the accompanying staff officer next to him. He laughed, and the others laughed loudly.

This made Anatoly Magellan very dissatisfied, and he felt the sarcasm.

"I hope you treat others like a gentleman."

"Are you surrendering? You are a prisoner, Mr. Mayor."

Gunther Luttjens walked over and patted him on the face. This humiliation completely made the other party lose control and pushed the other party hard.

"Is this… resistance?" Gunther Luttjens' eyes lit up!

The soldiers next to him also instantly looked fierce.

Anatoly Magellan suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over his body, his scalp went numb, and he quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, I'm not… I don't mean that."

"Send him off with dignity."

The guards rushed up like wolves and tigers, lifted the other party up, one grabbed his head, the other pulled his feet, pushed open the window, and threw him down in the other party's heart-wrenching screams.

Bang!!!

The ground seemed to shake a few times.

Obviously, the other party ate well.

"I heard that the Magellan family was slaughtered by rioting soldiers. Is this true?" Gunther Luttjens looked at the guard battalion commander, who squinted his eyes, "Yes, sir!"

"Good! Take people to kill all the bandits!"

"Yes!"

"First and second company, follow me."

The guard battalion commander shouted loudly.

Gunther Luttjens shook his head, "The security in Merida is really bad."

The accompanying staff officer looked very calm. They had already decided when they came to kill the Magellan family.

The new government does not need aristocratic families, no, even if it does, it is their internal interest group, letting you enjoy a few hundred years is already very good.

What is an interest group that has been rooted locally for hundreds of years?

Let me put it this way…

World history can refer to ancient China. Even if you are an emperor, you have to bow to the aristocratic families, because they control education. After entering the new era, they control finance. Viktor certainly does not allow it…

If the Magellan family is kept, even if they are not given power, but relying on connections and money, Merida will soon be controlled by them in another way.

Fat pigs should look like fat pigs.

Merchants should look like merchants. I allow you to make money, but I don't allow you to touch politics.

It is no longer called the Federation, and centralization has been strengthened. Do you think they will still care about capitalists?

Capital is also leeks, kill one batch, and another batch will come.

It can also fill the national treasury.

Of course, Viktor has not issued an order to kill them all.

Would people like Gunther Luttjens make the general embarrassed?

Everything… was done by the gangsters.

That's right!

The troubled times are the best way to shuffle the cards. Fists are always more pragmatic than money.

Gunther Luttjens straightened his military uniform, squeezed a smile on his face, "Let me see where my warriors are?"

The staff officer quickly called Fritz Klingenburg and others over.

"Good sir!"

"Good, good, good, not bad, all very energetic, how did you think of the surprise attack?" Gunther Luttjens asked curiously.

Fritz also flattered him a little, "The drug dealers saw that our army had arrived, and there was internal chaos, the security collapsed, and everyone was incompetent. I just completed the task by standing on the shoulders of giants."

The division commander was very satisfied and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I will personally ask for this credit for you. What you have to think about now is how to practice your signature. Young man, I'm sure a lot of young girls will write to you."

Fritz Klingenburg's face turned red.

After all…

He's a young lad.

He suddenly seemed to think of something, and grabbed the prisoner next to him, "Sir, this is George Clemenceau, a… righteous man, he helped us infiltrate Merida and completed this feat."

Gunther Luttjens raised an eyebrow and looked at the other party. The prisoner was a bit tall, not very old, his face flushed, and he saluted a little at a loss, but his posture was a bit awkward.

"Thank you very much, I represent the Marine Cavalry Division to thank you!"

"No, no, no, this… this is what I should do, to… to serve the people!"

George Clemenceau shouted loudly, and looked at Fritz Klingenburg with some gratitude.

The difference between a righteous man and a prisoner, between initiative and passivity, is very big.

Gunther Luttjens was overjoyed when he heard this, "Don't worry, the country will not forget your contribution, what do you want?"

George Clemenceau's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted a few acres of land, but when the words reached his lips, they suddenly changed, "I, I want to join the army."

I don't know why?

He always felt that this unit was very different. They gave enough respect, and George Clemenceau also developed a love for the feeling of war. (Not the one being beaten).

Fritz and the others glanced at him in surprise.

"No problem, with your merits, you can be promoted to officer. I will write you a letter of recommendation to let you go to military school first. When you come out, the Marine Cavalry Division welcomes you."

"Thank you, sir!"

Günther Lütjens nodded with great satisfaction. After encouraging them a few words, he went to busy himself with other things. As the highest officer in Mérida, he had many things to do.

"Sergeant, are we going to be promoted!" Leann, the baby-faced soldier, asked in a low voice after the officer left, and before the other party could speak, he began to fantasize, "I don't ask for the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamond Swords and Golden Oak Leaves, just a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Swords and Oak Leaves is enough."

Currently, only two people have received the Diamond Swords and Golden Oak Leaves.

One is Defense Minister Kennedy Heisenberg, to reward him for his contributions to the army.

The second is Lieutenant General Helmut von Moltke, commander of the information warfare unit, who blew up a group of people in an American national park, with outstanding achievements.

Fritz Klingenberg also looked forward to it.

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"Mérida is liberated!"

The news quickly spread throughout the country.

It immediately occupied the front page headlines of the next day's newspapers, especially the Ministry of Defense's full account of the achievements of Fritz Klingenberg and others.

The first thought after seeing it was: This is fake!

Eleven people dared to infiltrate and occupy Mérida?

The Mexican government is bragging!

On the world's largest forum, CBRS, someone expressed doubts.

Korea: Mexicans are just like our neighbors, they only know how to brag. China says they have a history of five thousand years, but their most powerful emperor, Li Shimin, was once shot in the eye by us, and even Zhu Di bowed to our great God of War, Li Shunchen!

Vietnam: As everyone knows, the area north of the Yangtze River belongs to Koreans, the area south of the Yangtze River belongs to Vietnamese, and the Pacific Ocean belongs to the United States. Mexico is just a thief, stealing victory.

India: I don't believe it, I don't admit it, I protest!

Below are the replies from netizens from all over the world…

What era is this? Even if individual combat is outstanding, it is impossible for ten people to occupy a city. Either Mexico is exaggerating, or…

These southern drug dealers are really useless.

A Korean netizen even mocked, "The drug dealers' combat power is so poor. If I went, I would definitely beat them until they pissed their pants."

Then he saw a netizen with a Lao IP address calmly asking him for his address.

This guy actually said it.

I don't know if he will be attacked offline. Anyway, the early internet was really mixed, with all kinds of people.

Of course, there are also regular troops.

The CIA, upon hearing this news: Damn!

European intelligence agencies: Damn!

The Mexican Ministry of Defense and General Staff were all busy because the rapid fall of this place meant that the strategic plan had to be completely overturned and restarted.

Originally, the plan was for the 5th Army and the Marine Cavalry Division to attack from both sides, and then push horizontally to other places, but now that Mérida is gone and the capital has been occupied, the siege has become a small encirclement and suppression campaign.

Unification has officially entered the countdown!

On the path in the small woods behind the National Palace…

It was very quiet, and occasionally you could hear birdsong.

"This is the congratulatory message from Cuba, this is from Venezuela, this is from Brazil…" Casarez held the documents in his hand with a happy face, handing them to the secretary behind him as if he were counting money.

Victor was also in a good mood. He took a breath, his nostrils filled with the scent of jasmine, "It all depends on the soldiers' efforts and the unity of the people."

"Boss, you're being modest when you say that. Mexico is like a big ship sailing, and you are the helmsman of the big ship. If you didn't control the direction, we would definitely go astray."

Was Casarez an SD person in his previous life?

His little mouth is so smooth.

Victor laughed heartily.

"You only pick nice things to say to me." He continued walking on the path, "After the war ends, the internal pressure will be even greater. Some drug dealers are hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, and some will even hide among the people and launch terrorist attacks. Therefore, I want to expand the National Guard, from the current 30,000 people to 100,000 people."

"I agree. James Ryan has come to me several times, and the National Guard is also under great pressure."

Casarez's eyes rolled, "Boss, there is actually another way."

"What?"

"We can invite member states of the Human Federation to send people over for 'internships'. After all, many countries have very little actual combat experience. Most of the drug dealers have been eliminated, and a small number can be used for training. Moreover, we can quickly solve the current shortage of security forces."

Let others help work!

They still have to thank us.

The more Victor thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. He sighed, "You still have a good brain. You were so slippery when you were in prison."

When he was a prison guard, many people were afraid of offending the imprisoned drug dealers, and even lost their lives because of accidents, but Casarez was not. He was very smooth in his dealings with people. Although he couldn't be said to have a lot of face, drug dealers generally wouldn't bother him.

This kind of skill is innate.

It cannot be cultivated the day after tomorrow.

Casarez just smiled.

"Contact them, and also, how long will it take to build the Human Federation Building?"

"It will probably take a year."

"First find a larger place to build a temporary building. After all, we are a formal organization. On June 30th, invite them to participate in the first Human Federation Organization Conference and discuss the agenda for strengthening business cooperation."

Victor stopped, "Economic development is the important cornerstone for Mexico's future rise."

A country without money cannot develop no matter what.

"I heard that they are building an economic zone over there. Can we also do it?" Casarez asked in a low voice.

I can't read, but can't I copy?

Mexico has so many seaports. To be honest, as long as the government provides assistance, taking off is only a matter of time.

"Okay, when the time comes, I plan to send you to study and see how our brothers are developing."

"Okay!" Casarez nodded vigorously.

Victor raised his head and looked at the sky, "Three years ago, we set off from Mexico City and started fighting drug dealers on Guadalupe Island. Now it has been three years. The Begonia leaves are finally unified, Casarez…"

"You say…"

"How will future generations evaluate us?"

The wind blew, and the small woods made a crisp sound, as if caressing the soul.

Hearing Victor's question, Casarez shook his head, "Perhaps, 180 years ago, José María Morelos stood on the march to liberate Mexico. He also raised his head and asked, 'Let your conscience be your guide, leave the rest to future generations to say.'"

Victor didn't speak again.

He stood quietly, watching the morning glow in the sky slowly rise…

Just like Mexico, which is slowly rising!

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