Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 871 - 464: "War determines everything!"_2

The impact of Reagan's assassination cannot be described in words.

Mexico's "decapitation strike" has sparked global discussion.

Most importantly...

It has made many fence-sitters realize Mexico's military capability!

What was initially thought to be an act of throwing eggs against rocks has now turned out to be far less certain who the final victor will be.

Cuba's Old Ka caught the scent and held a three-hour-long secret conversation with Victor.

On February 7th.

Cuban TV and Mexican TV simultaneously broadcast the news.

"Cuba will send 18,000 soldiers to join the US-Mexico War, working together for a united world."

Well then...

The North American situation suddenly became treacherous, more unpredictable than ever.

But that's not all.

On the night of February 8th, during a Mexican talk show, the host was none other than the famous Hernandez.

Editor-in-Chief of the Mexican News Agency!

President of the National News Agency!

Honorary Diplomatic Spokesman of the National Palace of Mexico.

And the guests were four "surrendered soldiers" dressed in U.S. military uniforms.

The show's impact was immediate – as soon as it aired, it became the number one program in Mexico's ratings, while some Americans next door even tuned in to watch.

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen; if you feel at all uncomfortable, please let me know. You can leave at any time; we Mexicans never force anyone to do something they don't like."

Hernandez's voice was gentle, and coupled with his advanced age, it had a soothing effect.

"Can you introduce yourselves?"

A few Americans nodded.

"My name is Brink, serving in the San Diego National Guard. I'm… 19 years old, and a student." The first young man on the left finished speaking and handed over the microphone.

"My name is Alek, a sergeant with the Marine 1st Division, 1st Regiment. I surrendered voluntarily. That damned U.S. military owes me three months' wages, and after Reagan was bombed and killed, they stopped sending medical supplies and food to the front lines, saying they were all too busy preparing for his memorial service!"

"The U.S. military is a complete trash heap—officers are trash, logistics is corrupt. I even witnessed a female soldier sleeping with the regiment commander in the unit!"

Sergeant Alek's tone was steeped in discontent, exposing all of the U.S. military's dirty laundry.

"I even know that when the Marine 1st Division rushed to Kuwait during the Gulf War, they raped two passing female civilians. To cover up the incident, they ordered the two women to be killed. Their bodies are still buried at the edge of a village, and I can provide the exact location."

"Is there drug trafficking, human trafficking, and smuggling happening inside the U.S. military?" Hernandez leaned forward, creating an immense sense of pressure.

"Of course!"

Wow!

The live audience erupted into an uproar.

The self-proclaimed civilized United States was actually engaged in such filthy activities.

"The commander of the 1st Regiment does drugs; he even overdosed during a military assembly and publicly took off his pants."

The National Guard soldier named Brink wasn't willing to be outdone, interjecting, "The San Diego police also protect drug traffickers. The deputy sheriff is a drug dealer himself, and he's even tried to sell us products!"

"Oh, this is truly terrible." Hernandez adopted a look of astonishment.

But in his gaze, there was barely concealed joy. The primary goal of this talk show was to craft an image of corruption and rot within the U.S. military.

And to dismantle its morale!

A drug-dealing and smuggling military would never win the favor of the people, no matter the circumstances.

Alienated by the public and the troops alike, no matter how powerful the oligarchs were, they would eventually pay the price.

Media warfare was one of the mainstream forms of modern conflict.

A three-hour program saw its ratings skyrocket, with a global estimated audience exceeding 20 million viewers.

The image of the U.S. military plunged to an all-time low!

White House.

Presidential Office.

Clinton angrily ripped off his beloved tie. "What is Fidel trying to do, declare war?"

The senior officials in the room were equally tense...

"Sir, there's no need to worry. Cuba… is not a threat," said Angel Urenia, Chief of Staff and trusted confidant, trying to reassure him.

Clinton suddenly laughed, pounding the desk forcefully. "If they're not a threat, then why hasn't anyone overthrown him yet?"

"Was it the idiocy of the previous presidents or the incompetence of the CIA!"

"Sir!!" Angel Urenia yelled loudly, his scalp tingling, while repeatedly casting nervous glances toward CIA Director Stanfield Turner. The latter narrowed his eyes, appearing lost in thought.

An enraged Clinton swiftly composed himself. Glancing at the head of the CIA out of the corner of his eye, he knew he had misspoken, yet there was no chance he'd apologize.

With a gloomy expression, his gaze fell on Defense Secretary Robert Gates, who was trying his best to blend into the background, his head lowered as if silently chanting: "Don't look at me, don't look at me."

"Robert!"

But what you fear always comes true. He jolted upright, meeting Clinton's fierce gaze.

"Sir…"

"Why are front-line soldiers surrendering en masse? Why has there been a three-month delay in wages? Why is logistical support insufficient!!"

Robert wore a woeful expression. "There's no money."

"Where's the money? What about the military budget approved by Congress?"

"Ahem…" Angel Urenia coughed again, tugging hard at Clinton's sleeve.

Brother…

You don't ask questions about military finances.

Where did the money go?

Obviously, into weapons development and the pockets of military leaders and oligarchs.

If the military-industrial complex isn't fed, the United States would cease to function.

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