Working as a police officer in Mexico

On the deck of the "Duke Victor," dozens of soldiers with cameras captured the scene, and the sight of the mushroom cloud made them jump, exchanging glances, and finally, they all let out awkward laughter.

"The Air Force guys... really... really have no manners."

But there was also a bit of relief, thankful it wasn't dropped on their own heads.

Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora lay on the ground, his body charred black, clinging to his last breath.

His eyelids fluttered, and in a daze, he saw a scene of himself setting out.

His wife, reluctant to part, was tidying his clothes, and his young son was putting candies into his military uniform pocket, looking up to ask when he'd be back to celebrate his birthday with him.

"I can't... go back," Emilio Mora seemed to see his deceased parents looking at him with pity, reaching out to him.

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The most crucial aspect was...

The fighting spirit was shattered.

The Foreign Legion was fierce, but on this isolated island, having two huge bombs dropped overhead was too much to handle!

After the bombing, a patrol vessel and four civilian-modified transport ships began their landing!

They lowered the assault boats, groups of seven or eight charged forward.

They managed to land on the beach smoothly, and the Marine Corps soldiers quickly established a defensive line.

"There's someone!"

Just then, the leading officer suddenly saw a Spanish soldier staggering over.

Covered in blood!

His hair was burnt, his face barely recognizable, from a distance he raised his hands, his mouth dripping with a mixture of saliva and blood.

"I want to go home... I want to go home..." he kept murmuring, then knelt on the ground as if using all his strength to yell, "I surrender!"

Bang!

A gunshot sounded, a bullet blew apart his head.

"No prisoners! Kill them all!"

"Anyone involved with the drug traffickers, no surrender accepted!"

The corpse, missing half its face, heavily fell to the ground, and blood instantly stained the sand red.

When the rest of the Marine Corps landed on the island, the fate of the island seemed sealed.

And shortly after the bombing began, Madrid also received a reply from Tijuana.

"Surrender? Go to hell!"

"No surrender allowed!"

Major General Javier Daniels was so angry his face contorted, and his blood pressure skyrocketed.

He stormed over to Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa, slamming the documents on his desk, "The Mexicans refused, damn it! They are looking to annihilate Socorro Island, Victor is a bastard…"

Villa saw someone peeking outside, stood up to close the door, frowning as he picked up the document and glared at it, anger rising in him too.

I already surrendered, and you still attack me.

You lack military ethics!

"What do we do now? Let the British invincible fleet step in?"

Major General Daniels's expression was grim, "The British are holed up in the Brazilian port, too scared to move, you want them to face the Mexican air force? Do they have the nerve?"

After the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed, the terrified British fortified the Brazilian port, becoming extremely cautious even with their meals, reportedly air-freighting everything from home.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

While the two officials were deep in thought, an urgent knocking interrupted them.

"Come in," Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa called out.

A colonel rushed in, his expression grave, "Tijuana has announced that they've taken Socorro Island."

"What!"

"How could they do it so quickly?" Major General Daniels, who was standing by the window, turned sharply at the news.

"How long has it been?! They've taken it already, there was a battalion of Foreign Legion soldiers on Socorro Island, right?"

Are the Mexicans boasting?

Did they use nuclear weapons?

Damn!

"The Mexican side has already made it public, and... they also said, this operation left no survivors," the colonel said cautiously.

Major General Daniels, advanced in years, felt his blood pressure spike, his lips trembling, "That's too cruel, Victor is too harsh!"

"The Mexicans must have used illegal weapons." He suddenly rallied, "We must go to the United Nations and accuse them."

"Do you think, Victor cares about the United Nations..." Ferruccio Villa said bitterly.

Hearing these words, Daniels didn't know what to reply.

Even if they impose military sanctions, the Yanks next door would definitely disagree.

They fear a missile might fly straight to Wall Street.

Can you understand the thought process of a madman?

Best not to provoke him.

"Prepare... to resign," Ferruccio Villa said sadly, looking at Daniels. He had already submitted his resignation and planned to return to civilian life.

This military operation's failure needed someone to take responsibility.

Another wave of unemployment was coming!

Yet, Ferruccio Villa couldn't understand why Mexico had suddenly become so powerful—it made no sense!

And where did all those weapons come from?

Surely not from the sky.

Ha ha...

Not funny at all.

Now...

Hope Spain's PR department can handle it.

As he said.

When the news of the Foreign Legion's massive losses reached home, the spectacle was something to behold.

The streets and alleys were filled with crying.

Many people began to march against the war on the streets.

But overall, it was relatively calm, no conflicts erupted.