Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 846 - 455: Sorry, I Want to Be a Good Person!_2

Still don't know where they found a rag to shove into his mouth.

He commanded the helmsman to maneuver the Thomas Gates Shield Ship out of formation.

Just as they started to move, someone aboard the Eisenhower aircraft carrier noticed and reported to the officer on duty.

"Contact the Thomas Gates. Ask them what they're doing."

The communications officer hurriedly tried to contact them, "Thomas Gates, please respond."

For the first time, there was no reply.

He called out two more times, but still received no response, now panicking.

The duty major general panicked as well. Just as he shoved the communications officer aside to call out himself, the radar operator shrieked in terror, "The Thomas Gates has launched a missile!"

The major general's ears didn't hear anything; he stood frozen, eyes wide open, watching a ball of fire soar into the sky in the distance…

Where's it headed?

The Mexico port?

Is he declaring war?!

What the hell is the Thomas Gates Shield Ship doing?

But then—

Oh, thank God, it's just aimed at the Eisenhower. No big deal...

?? No big deal, my ass!

"Attack!"

"Activate interception systems…"

Panic erupted, and everyone in the carrier bridge was scrambling, alarms blaring everywhere. Sailors jolted awake from their dreams and shot up from their bunks.

The combat readiness of the U.S. military is still decent; at least it's not like the British Army, drinking and smoking onboard their nuclear submarines, damn it, holding the entire world hostage to a bunch of alcoholics' whims.

But no matter how quick their response, can they really be faster than a missile?

The Standard Missile 2 Block IIIB (SM-2 Block IIIB) slammed right into the deck.

The carrier's own defensive capabilities are not very strong. When they venture out, they need escorts—cruisers, destroyers—and if that's not enough, they deploy aircraft to bomb nearby threats.

But what if your team has a "traitor"? What then?

You're screwed, like chicken stew gone cold.

The duty major general gasped in terror, mouth open wide, helplessly watching the missile strike the deck. In the next instant, the violent explosion produced a blast wave that blew the bridge to smithereens…

Boom!!!

BOOM!!!!

The Eisenhower was engulfed in flames, transformed instantly into a giant fireball that illuminated the entire sky.

Still, it was a behemoth — not sunk yet…

But many sailors caught in the blast perished instantly.

"Second shot!!!"

A blood-curdling scream rang out from who-knows-who, as another missile crashed into the carrier's hull. A colossal hole exploded open along the edge, seawater began flooding in, and the ship started to tilt!

"Help…"

"I don't want to die!"

"Life rafts! Get to the life rafts now!"

Navy sailors screamed in despair. Some grabbed life rings and jumped off like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

Splash, splash~

There are over 5,000 personnel aboard the carrier. Some scrambled to escape, while others fought tirelessly to save the ship.

This is the Eisenhower!

Even with the wealth of the United States, they don't have many aircraft carriers. Of course they'd want to salvage it.

By this time, nearby warships had finally recovered from their shock. Some moved in to intercept the Thomas Gates Shield Ship, while others helped rescue sailors from the water.

Meanwhile, at the Mexico Military Port, Major General Karl Dönitz of the Sea Cavalry 1st Division rushed out with his jacket after hearing the explosion.

He thought the enemy had breached their defenses.

Standing at the port, seeing the burning Eisenhower, his brain froze as well.

Was it a boiler room explosion?

"Major General, a Zeus Shield Ship is headed our way, broadcasting openly. They've defected and want to dock," his adjutant ran up, panting.

Karl Dönitz's eyes widened like he was in a boardroom meeting. He'd seen just about everything, but hearing this still left him incredulous.

"You're telling me a U.S. Navy Zeus Shield Ship is defecting to us?"

The adjutant's lips twitched slightly, but his professional demeanor made him nod fiercely. "They're broadcasting openly."

Karl Dönitz frowned, hesitating for a moment. But seeing the destroyed aircraft carrier and considering things further, he figured the U.S. military wouldn't stage this as bait. The cost was simply too high; this explosion alone had destroyed at least a billion U.S. dollars' worth…

That's assuming it could even be repaired.

"Allow them to dock. Report this to the Defense Minister immediately; make sure the information reaches him within moments."

"Understood!"

The adjutant shouted loudly before rushing off to make the report.

Major General Karl Dönitz looked at the sea ablaze with infernos, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. He felt an ineffable sense of frustration, like words were stuck in his throat with nowhere to go.

"What turbulent times…"

…

"Villa No. 5, Mexico."

Located on the hillside behind the National Palace, in a villa district once inhabited by drug traffickers and old society bureaucrats.

Market price was about 1.2 million US dollars per house, not cheap...

But everyone living here was either wealthy or powerful.

And "Villa No. 5" was the residence of the military's top figure, Defense Minister Kennedy Heisenberg.

Knock, knock, knock~

Someone knocked on the door. Kennedy, already a light sleeper, woke up instantly. "Who?"

"Sir, there's urgent news from the Southern Baja California front!" the adjutant called from outside.

He flipped out of bed, hurriedly put on his trousers, said a few words to his woken wife, and headed out.

Opening his bedroom door, he saw two guards and the adjutant standing tensely, all looking at him.

"What's wrong with you lot, acting as though the sky's fallen?"

"Karl Dönitz, Major General, reports that outside the blockade at Southern Baja California, a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier fleet—specifically the Eisenhower—had one of its Zeus Shield Ships stage a mutiny, firing two missiles at the carrier. Damage is unclear."

"Currently, the Zeus Shield Ship has already docked at our military port."

Kennedy stood there, mouth half-opened, staring at the adjutant. He wanted to ask if he was dreaming.

But in matters like these, the adjutant wouldn't dare lie.

His heart skipped a beat.

The Eisenhower got taken out by "its own people"?!

This is monumental good news!

"Defense Minister, the general's office has called; they need you there urgently." A guard ran up the stairs from below to report.

"Got it, I'm on my way."

"Get the car ready."

Kennedy rushed to the car. As it drove into the National Palace compound, he couldn't wait for it to come to a complete stop before leaping out.

The adjutant next to him was furiously pressing the elevator button.

"Take the stairs!"

Saying this, he started sprinting upward, and his adjutant could only offer a wry smile as he followed.

Ninth floor, the top.

The elevator didn't go directly there; Victor had his own private elevator for added security.

At the stairs between the eighth and ninth floors, guards stood watch. Hearing commotion, they snapped to attention and stared at the source of the noise. Seeing it was Kennedy, they saluted sharply.

"Is the General in his office?"

"Yes, sir."

He straightened his clothes, inhaled deeply to steady his breath, and jogged toward the office.

Standing outside, he heard the General's hearty laughter coming from inside.

He couldn't help but smile as well and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Kennedy pushed the door open and saw the office full of people.

Casare, Goebbels, President Cuauhtémoc, and others.

"Looks like our Defense Minister has heard the good news too," Victor said, laughing as he spotted Kennedy.

"General, is… is it true?" Kennedy finally displayed his astonishment.

Casare laughed heartily from the side, "I had the same reaction when I first heard the news. Imagine, a U.S. aircraft carrier getting bombed by its own escort ship. If a novelist wrote that into a story, I'd have cursed them for absurdity."

"But reality… it's stranger than fiction," Goebbels remarked casually.

"This demonstrates a fundamental truth: justice finds its way to the hearts of the people. Even within the American Empire, there are those who despise their antics. These people are our comrades."

Victor tapped the table lightly, "We must show the entire world that imperialism isn't invincible."

"Escort the defected U.S. sailors to Mexico City. I will personally oversee their reception and award them the Mexican Medal of Honor. Additionally, grant the leaders of their crew a million US dollars each!"

Victor planned to honor them lavishly. Who said revolutionary struggles have to be impoverished?

"Boss, there's no problem rewarding them, but having them continue to serve… this…"

Victor just smiled at this, saying nothing. But he exchanged a knowing glance with the military officers present.

Ordinary defectors might warrant caution; they could be double agents. But these people? They had struck the carrier twice. At this point, attempting a return would make them enemies of the U.S. military.

They had but one path: to follow Victor forward.

Moreover…

He believed that anyone bold enough to bare their fangs at imperialism wouldn't be a "traitor three times over"!

These people fought for ideals and beliefs.

Just like the warriors of the International Brigade…

Victor paused suddenly, the International Brigade?!

Could he possibly make an international appeal himself?

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