Working as a police officer in Mexico

A deputy director from the Kuznetsov Design Bureau.

This stuff is beyond many people's understanding, let me put it this way, it's right there on the Tupolev Tu-160, and it's one of the things that are prohibited from being sold.

But with everything in such chaos, who's going to enforce that?

He was currently getting more blueprints from the Tupolev Design Bureau through his Soviet contacts.

If he waited until the emperor took power, he would certainly get cleaned up.

But that's all in the future.

If I could produce the Tu-160, I'd head straight over Washington tomorrow to take a look, the White House would definitely support my anti-drug efforts.

"If we could swallow up more, we would have more say in future situations."

Victor sighed, pausing, "I just want to ban drugs and fight criminals, but those bastards are forcing me to arm myself."

"Do you still remember our creed?"

Augustine Przybylski nodded vigorously, "For a crystal clear blue world!!"

"No matter the difficulties, as long as we have firm convictions, we can do anything!"

There must be something wrong with Victor's psyche.

But if the world is twisted, then it needs his kind of obsession!

He looked out the window at the rising sun.

The future will be better.

...

On Roca Partida Island.

After the fall of the 28th.

The Mexicans had built a rudimentary temporary airstrip here.

At this moment, ground crew were mounting Mk-84 2000-pound bombs onto F-14 fighter jets, with a total of six "tomcats" parked here, and the same was true for Clarion Island.

Buzz buzz buzz~

An alarm sounded within the airport, and soon after, pilots ran out from the rest area and climbed into their planes with the help of the ground crew.

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen swallowed the bread in his mouth; as the leader of the 3rd squadron, there were rumors he would soon be promoted to Brigadier General!

It was just gossip.

But it thrilled him.

What man doesn't want to make a name for himself?

Following the ground crew's signals, he taxied the plane to the runway and full-throttled straight up into the sky! Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Roca Partida Island was less than 70 nautical miles from Socorro Island.

They were responsible for the bombing today!

Swoosh!!

The sleek F-14s burst through the clouds, the roaring sound was intoxicating.

70 nautical miles, just a matter of minutes.

Manfred von Richthofen saw the "Tongliao map"-like Socorro Island and gave orders over the radio before diving down toward it.

On the island, the atmosphere was off.

They hadn't been able to contact the warships or other soldiers, which made them uneasy, and the supplies hadn't arrived, leaving them almost out of food.

Fermín López took a gulp of water from the bottle beside him, while his comrade grumbled, "We came to fight, not to dig trenches!"

"I'd rather take on the Mexicans in a do-or-die fight than dig trenches here, it's so boring."

The talker was a young man in his early twenties, whom Fermín López recognized. The young man was from Barcelona and supposedly from a well-off family, but he joined the French Foreign Legion for the thrill and had spent a few years in Africa. Returning home, he joined the Foreign Legion and was quite a hothead.

Not very obedient.

"Yamal, you'd better not brag, I'm afraid you'll wet your pants when the time comes," someone laughed.

The young man flipped the bird, then started to pull down his pants and made a few thrusting movements, "It's just because that bastard Victor isn't here; otherwise, I'll tell you, I would kill him!"

Too rebellious.

Fermín López shook his head and drank the rest of the water from his canteen, just then he suddenly heard something in the sky and squinted his eyes, looking up.

He saw several planes breaking through the clouds!

"Fighter jets!!!"

Others in the distance spotted them too, shouting, "Mexican planes are coming! Take cover! Take cover!"

People dropped their tools and scrambled away in a bit of a panic.

The one called Yamal hurriedly pulled his pants up and followed, but just as he climbed up, he heard something dark whistling down from the sky.

It crashed heavily onto the ground!

A burning shockwave engulfed him.

Hmm...

Sadly, he didn't get to see Victor; he met the Mk-84 first.

Whether he would survive, Victor might then have the chance to see him.

A single Mk-84 could create a crater 15.4 meters wide and 11 meters deep, its shrapnel has a lethal radius of about 366 meters. In terms of penetration, from a sufficient height, it can penetrate 380mm of metal or 3.3 meters of reinforced concrete!

Pop pop pop...

The shrapnel took down the people who were running around.

"Ah!! Ah!!!" Someone screamed, clutching his belly, frantically trying to stuff his intestines back into his stomach, but he quickly died.

Who knows how many shards there were?

Anyway, you certainly can't outrun the shrapnel.

Fermín López was just unlucky, his Achilles tendon snapped, blood gushing, but he was lucky enough to tumble into a crater.

What followed was nothing but prayer.

There were not just one Mk-84, but a total of six planes, each carrying four bombs!

That's 24 heavy bombs.

To hell with you!

Socorro Island was blasted into chaos.

But they reacted quickly, rolling out the Swiss Oerlikon Company developed GDF-002 35mm twin-barreled towed anti-aircraft guns from hidden caves, which were 35mm anti-aircraft cannons developed for army use.

The anti-aircraft arms were sufficient.

"Target acquired!!"

"Locked on! Locked on!!!"

"Target lost, re-locking..."

The Foreign Legion soldiers operating the guns shouted out loud, perhaps only this voice could express the tension in their hearts.

"Locked on! Fire!!!"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

With the system locked on, 40 rounds could be fired in two seconds.

The shells burst in the sky.

But those piloting the F-14s were highly skilled, how embarrassing would it be to get shot down?

Decades ago, these things might have worked, but now...

The times have changed!

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen pulled the stick and flew towards the anti-aircraft battery.

A neat roll, whoosh, he dropped the remaining Mk-84.

The Spaniards scrambled off the anti-aircraft battery and ran away in a panic.

Boom!!

The gun was blown sky-high with the wreckage.

The F-14 steeply climbed to the skies.

...