Working as a police officer in Mexico

Campeche State.

Cantal oil field!

This is Mexico's largest oil field and one of the largest oil fields in the world, with reserves estimated between 15 and 20 billion barrels.

This... is quite complex.

Arturo Decena mortgaged this field to gain the support of the United States and various European countries. This is a hard currency asset.

What's that saying?

Oil may not breed rats, but it certainly breeds mold!

A "task force" of about 120 people is stationed here.

After the end of the Mexican-American War, according to the "Havana Agreement", all resources within Mexico are to be independently decided by the Mexican people, and the US government has no right to interfere.

But the Americans...

Have never followed the rules.

Arturo Decena's sudden escape actually caught the Americans off guard. If you run away... what about the mortgage loan we signed?

Victor doesn't recognize it at all!

The Cantal oil field is the cornerstone of the nation. If the Mexicans get it, what will happen?

Therefore, Washington decided...

To blow it up!

If we can't have it, you can't have it either.

This news was captured by the intelligence department...

They carried 30 members of the Coast Guard Special Warfare and Expeditionary (SWWE) team...

Heading towards the Cantal oil field.

The main tactic was surprise.

"Fly at low altitude, maintain stealth, reach the target in two minutes."

The rotor blades of the UH-60 utility helicopters ruffled the water below. The soldiers inside remained silent, silently organizing their equipment.

"Falcon Two, maintain an altitude of 30 feet."

"Roger, 30 feet!"

Only the voices of the helicopter pilots transmitting messages to each other could be heard.

"Lower to 10 feet!"

Four Black Hawks plunged into the outskirts of Campeche...

"Thirty seconds!!!"

At a high point on the roof of the Cantal oil field, two American soldiers were smoking and dozing off. They were the sentries for the night.

Suddenly hearing movement, they looked up into the air in confusion.

One of them, with a large beard, squinted his eyes, "OMG! OMG! Black Hawks! Black Hawks!"

"Quick, sound the alarm, the Mexican special forces are here!"

One of them hurried to press the alarm on the wall.

"Fire!"

The machine guns on the Black Hawks swept across, puff puff puff puff puff...

The bullets instantly tore the two men to pieces, blasting them apart.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, even hanging on the utility poles.

"GOGOGO!"

One of the Black Hawks hovered over the roof, only 2 meters above the ground. The soldiers quickly jumped down, holding sniper rifles and aiming at the ground below.

The other three dispersed and fast-roped down!

The American soldiers who heard the roar of gunfire jumped out of bed. Some of them didn't even have time to put on their clothes, grabbing their weapons and running out of the dormitory in vests.

Just as their left foot stepped off the stairs...

Bang!

Half of their head instantly exploded. The whole person still walked two steps forward due to inertia before collapsing to the ground.

"Snipers!!"

One sniper team, three assault teams, this was the Coast Guard Special Warfare and Expeditionary team's tactic, like a hand, completely grasping the oil field in their hands.

Gunfire erupted instantly.

Accompanied by screams.

Due to the geographical environment, rocket launchers could not be used. If they exploded, everyone would be sent flying.

With snipers, the American soldiers couldn't come down from the dormitory at all. Anyone who came down was shot.

Really...

Too frustrating!

The battle lasted until 2 a.m., less than 40 minutes in total.

About 60 American soldiers were killed, and the remaining 40 surrendered directly...

Holding their heads, wearing white short sleeves, shorts, and slippers...

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were Somali pirates.

This also proves that the advantage of weapons greatly benefits the American military.

"Which of you is the commander..."

The captain of the Coast Guard Special Warfare and Expeditionary team shouted in front of them.

The American soldiers lowered their heads and remained silent.

His eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, two soldiers grabbed an American soldier by the hair and pulled him over, slamming a gun butt on his head. The man covered his face and screamed. The two soldiers punched and kicked him without hesitation.

"I hope you cooperate. Surrenderers shouldn't talk about honor, gentlemen. You don't want to die here, do you?"

"You speak!"

The captain randomly pointed at someone. The soldier shivered and subconsciously looked at a young white man squatting in the middle.

This scene happened to be seen...

"Don't kill me, I'm useful!" The white man's eyes twitched, and he decisively raised his hand, "My father is John Sidney McCain!"

A familiar name...

A soldier standing behind the captain's eyes lit up and he trotted over to whisper a few words in his ear.

"So he's a young master..."

"I hope you're not lying to me, otherwise, I'll hang your head with a rope on a helicopter to fish for sharks!"

The young white man was startled when he heard this and shook his head vigorously.

"Lock him up separately, and the rest... kill them all."

!!!!!

The surrendered American soldiers exploded when they heard this.

The young white man also widened his eyes. Seeing that someone had already pulled the bolt, his scalp went numb, "Don't shoot! I'll tell you a secret!"

The captain held out his hand, "What secret?"

"You have to guarantee our safety! Otherwise, you can shoot me along with them and let me die with the secret."

"I promise you."

"Swear to Victor that if you break your promise, you will die a horrible death."

This request immediately made the captain somewhat dissatisfied. He stared with gloomy eyes, "Then I won't listen. Take them all away and kill them."

?????

You're not playing by the rules!

The young white man was stunned. The next second, he was punched to the ground. The captain punched him hard, his face was swollen, and he spat on his face condescendingly, "What do you think you are, bargaining with me."

"If you don't speak, I'll kill you one by one, starting with the first one."

"Yes, Captain!" A soldier shouted loudly, pulled out his gun and fired two shots at the previously beaten American soldier, both hitting the head, killing him instantly.

"Ten seconds, I'll kill one, let's see if you can handle it."

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Ten, nine..."

"I'll talk, I'll talk..."

The white man, with a face swollen like a pig's head, cried.

The Mexicans don't value martial ethics at all!

Was it so difficult for me to ask you to make an oath?!

He looked left and right, "I want to talk to you alone."

This could be accommodated. He grabbed his hand and dragged him aside. The Americans were just cheap, they had to be served with fists.

"This news... was told to me by my father. He said that Clinton is planning to disintegrate the Human Progress Innovation Convention Organization, including launching color revolutions in Cambodia, Venezuela, and Côte d'Ivoire to overthrow pro-Mexican governments."

"It's handled by the Defense Secret Operations Bureau!"

The captain of the Coast Guard Special Warfare and Expeditionary team frowned, leaning his body slightly forward, very oppressive, "You're not lying to me? I've never even heard of this department."

"Really! This department was newly signed by Clinton... the president. Few people know about it. My father happens to be one of them."

When it came to Clinton's name, he paused. The current president was also somewhat notorious, especially with the rumors that he was doing drugs in his office and then hallucinating while naked, which caused a great uproar. Although it was denied immediately, the ins and outs of it all made people feel strange.

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How could someone like that be president?

America is really finished.

"Why establish a National Defense Secret Operations Bureau specifically?"

The young white man was silent for a moment. "He doesn't trust the CIA and FBI. He's afraid they'll kill him, like Kennedy. My father said this. He didn't want me to get too close to the Kennedy family, so... he threw me over here to earn some military merit."

"Are you really his biological son?"

The captain asked suspiciously.

Sending American soldiers to Mexico is like throwing meat buns to a dog, isn't it?

"We didn't expect the drug dealers to lose so quickly..."

"I've said everything I need to say. I demand a guarantee of safety for me and my men."

The captain narrowed his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word, but you, perhaps, will have to be handed over to professionals."

The young white man's face paled as if he had thought of something.

He was sent to Mexico City overnight.

Giacomo Casanova, the head of the Latin American section of the Intelligence Directorate, personally "entertained" him.

No torture was used, that would be too uncivilized.

He was given a dose of aphrodisiac, and an extra dose at that, then he was tied to a chair and naked women were sent to seduce him.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot...

A strange roar came from his throat.

The chair was fixed in place, but it still vibrated.

He looked just like a beast in heat!

When the crucial moment arrived, the special personnel who had been called in would unlock his handcuffs, and then...

The next scene was a bit exciting.

But it was all captured by the camera, even the frequency was calculated.

When the young white man was lying on the ground like a dead dog, Giacomo Casanova walked in, pinching his nose, with a fake smile on his face, "Mr. Severus McCain, you wouldn't want your photos to be on the front page of American newspapers tomorrow, would you?"

The former's body trembled slightly.

Giacomo Casanova's expression was illuminated by the light, half of his face was bright, and the other half was dark, "Do you want to cooperate with us?"

......

Palestine. Ramallah!

Full of ruins...

Israel launched an unannounced war, firing countless missiles at it, destroying schools, hospitals, and residences.

Under the ruins...

A dusty hand reached out, as if pointing to the sky and asking, why don't we deserve peace?

"Brother, brother, please don't go."

In that low bungalow, a small younger brother was pulling hard on his much taller brother, crying in his mouth. He raised his head, his eyes full of tears.

Dressed in dark green military uniform, wearing a mask, and a green keffiyeh on his head, his eyes were very deep, and his rough palm touched his younger brother's head, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry, Brick, a man's tears are ultimately worthless."

"Don't let others see your cowardice."

His voice was very deep, with a hint of tremor, "From the moment I opened my eyes, I saw a circle of walls as high as eight meters and countless blockhouses... One day, my home was destroyed, my parents, brothers, and sisters passed away. When I rebuilt my family with hope for the future, my children, my wife, were gone again. Maybe, today I am tired. The children of Palestine miss home."

"When you grow up, Brick, you must become a dandelion and fly to the land that once belonged to us."

After speaking, he turned his head resolutely and ran towards the team in the distance.

He stood at the back, turned his head, looked at his adopted "brother", waved his hand vigorously, and shouted loudly:

"Brick, for our motherland, grow up quickly!"

Brick watched his brother and the others board the transport truck and head towards the front line with tears in his eyes.

Their figures were so thin but so determined.

He wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, picked up "Ma'anish" from the table, which is a kind of bread, and bit it hard.

He wants to eat more, grow up, and then...

Join the glorious resistance army!!

In a very hidden tunnel, a quarrel was taking place.

"This is suicide! Mr. Yassin, you let people fly to Israel from the border with paragliders, did you prepare a way out? Aren't you just sending them to their deaths?"

Jason Bourne frowned and shouted!

He is now the head of the Mexican intelligence office in the Middle East. Of course, he applied for it himself, and Viktor respected his wishes.

Opposite him was an old man, and... sitting in a wheelchair, unable to move his limbs, only his head could turn slightly. The age spots on his face were very obvious.

Perhaps, someone already knows who he is.

Yassin is very complex. Those who admire him think he is a hero, and those who hate him think he is a terrorist, perfectly interpreting a sentence: The enemy of my enemy is my hero!

Hearing Jason Bourne's question, there was also a complex expression in his eyes. Using a loudspeaker, "Do we... have a choice?"

"We have no military industry, no weapons, no missiles, and even... no one supports us, but we need to convey our voice to the world. We are too weak, so weak that we are even a terrorist organization under public opinion propaganda. Mr. Jason, we have never been, we... just want our country."

Yassin was silent, and a tear fell from the corner of the old man's eye, "Our country has reached such a point that there is no way but for us to die for it."

"If a heroic death can attract global attention, it is also the best kind of publicity, isn't it?"

Jason Bourne's body shook, and he opened his mouth, "We will support you."

"Of course, I am very happy to have someone like you, but the world is still in the hands of the United States, isn't it? You are struggling, we are struggling, the world... is always a huge quagmire."

"We want to return to our land, there has never been anything wrong with that!"

"If one day, I die in battle, Mr. Jason..."

Yassin looked at him, the old man's eyes were shining, "Please sing me a Palestinian children's song in front of my tombstone..."

The guard next to him pressed the radio on the table.

"Buzz ~"

A slightly sad song began to play:

"On the battlefield filled with smoke, I am a brave little soldier.

My heart keeps thinking about my hometown, that familiar place is shining.

Thinking of my parents' loving faces, the longing flows like sand in my heart.

I wonder if my home in the distance is still peaceful, are my parents looking forward to my return?"

...

Jason Bourne clenched his fists tightly.

If...

If Mexico didn't have General Viktor, would it also be the time for national subjugation and extermination?

But, Yassin is right, they can support them in their resistance, but the biggest factor in ultimately achieving victory is still themselves.

So... life.

What is its meaning after all?