Working as a police officer in Mexico

"But still, I hope you will bring me victory, gentlemen."

Kitchener clenched his fist, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "It shall be as you wish, General."

Victor nodded, "Now I command!"

Clap!

All stood at attention, straightening their spines, looking up to their "leader" with reverence. Why did Victor dare to wreak havoc within Mexico?

Even daring to challenge religion?

Because of the one hundred thousand soldiers in his hands, which, unlike other nations, in Northern Mexico, seemed more like his private army under the guise of the national name.
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"Establish a temporary 1st Group Army, appoint Kennedy as commander, Horatio Herbert Kitchener as Chief of Staff, Erich Ludendorff as Deputy Chief of Staff, Siegmut List, the commander of the 1st Regiment, as the temporary division commander of the 1st Ground Combat Division, commanding the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th, and 9th Regiments."

"Erich Faginhan, the commander of the 2nd Regiment, to assume command of the 2nd Land Combat Division, commanding the 2nd, 4th, 6th, 8th, and 11th Regiments, as well as an artillery battalion!"

"The commander of the 10th Regiment, Alexeyevich Brusilov, to assume command of the 3rd Land Division, controlling the 10th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th, in total 30,000 men."

"Appoint Joseph Xiafei as the commander of the headquarters guards, in charge of the guard battalion."

"Yes, General!"

A group of military men felt their blood boiling.

If this organization didn't change after the war, they would all get promoted.

A division with at least 20,000 people, NMD, was quite intimidating at first glance.

"I will be sitting right here, watching you!"

Victor pointed solemnly at a small stool in the command post, "Next, it's your show, let the world see your capabilities."

...

October 18, 1990!

"The Northern Recapture Plan commences!"

Around 1 a.m., the air force took off from Sonora Airport and Sinaloa State Airport to carry out air raids on ground targets in Durango State and Chihuahua State!

Whoosh~!!!

500-pound bombs rained down from the sky.

The capital of Chihuahua State in the northeast, Juarez, was bombed!

On the other side of the Rio Grande, many residents of El Paso, Texas, were awakened by the explosion sounds and rushed to their balconies in their boxer shorts.

"OMG! God!" exclaimed a burly man, his chest covered in hair, as he covered his mouth in shock, dressed in shorts and white socks with a short beard. The bright light and explosions rising up made him somewhat scared, and he immediately dove into the arms of a man next to him.

The people who thought it was an earthquake and ran down were just as dumbfounded, paying no heed to these two "zeros."

"Is that... Juarez in Mexico? Could it be an oil pipeline explosion?"

"No, that's an air raid, those are bombs." A man with furrowed brows spoke, "And the yield is not small, the only ones capable of a large-scale air strike are the Northern Army, they've started again!"

This person was knowledgeable and quickly deduced who the parties involved were.

Hearing his words, a skinny man, emitting a foul odor and wearing only boxer shorts with Donald Duck on them, clutched his head in agony, "Does that mean the drug routes in Juarez are going to be cut off too?"

"Damn it! Damn you, Victor, why ban drugs, what do we use now, you bastard don't care about people's lives at all!" He cursed loudly, but after a few words, he was gasping for breath.

With a dark face, he ran back home, and just as the neighbors thought he had gotten tired from cursing, they saw him come out of his house with a shotgun in hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, "I'm going to fight Victor to the death! Defend my drugs."

This was Texas, not Florida!

What kind of delusional person was this?

The neighbors watched the drug addict leave, not worried at all. Could he walk all the way there? He didn't have the persistence. What they were worried about was...

"The Mexicans won't drop bombs over the river, will they?"

"Ha, haha, how could they, this is American territory; Mexicans don't have the guts." Someone laughed nervously, trying to comfort everyone.

"If the planes miss by a bit, we're going to meet God, forget it, I'm not gambling, I've never won at the casino in my life. I have to go stay at my ex-girlfriend's place in the neighboring city for a while; her mother is quite attractive."

"Let's go, El Paso is no place to stay."

About a third of the city's population started driving out, while the Texas National Guard quickly called across the river to complain that the bombing might affect the other side of the Rio Grande.

But the calls didn't go through.

Juarez had a population of over a million.

Drug traffickers liked big cities because there were many targets and they could easily cause harm. If a few civilians died, the government would be severely criticized.

But who the hell knew Victor would just bomb the city!

Those twenty or thirty meters high buildings turned to "tofu dregs" under the bombs, and many people who couldn't dodge in time were crushed underneath.

The entire city...

Was filled with terrified screams and groans.

Originally, the staff's plan involved dropping incendiary bombs, but Kennedy had rejected it. How many people would that kill?

In the underground bunker.

The Juarez kingpin Aguilar gritted his teeth, clutching his child, sitting beside his seven wives, the youngest only eighteen but already pregnant.

It turned out that no matter how wealthy, men preferred the young.

Aguilar was dressed in pajamas, having taken his family to the underground bunker as soon as the Northern Army started bombing.

"Is Victor planning to bomb a million people to death in Juarez, damn it, he's a bastard, bastard, bastard!!!" A roar echoed in the stifling bunker.