Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 881 - 467: "Covering! Damn Still Covering!"_3

The division commander is: Erich Manstein!

A man Victor described as "a daring military leader."

Compared to Mexico's nationwide celebrations, the Yanks in San Diego City were noticeably tense.

Many fled with their families, fearing retribution.

Especially the wealthy—everyone knows Victor loves "borrowing money," and corrupt Mexican tycoons are probably all lined up for reincarnation now.

The 336th Division and 337th Division didn't stop them; if you want to leave, go ahead, just don't cause trouble.

But there are always some who are stubborn.

"Get out! Get out of San Diego! Get off American soil!!"

An old woman shouted at the soldiers outside her wooden house, firing her double-barreled shotgun wildly.

A classic... feisty old lady demeanor.

"Commander, this lady protested to block our troops yesterday. We pulled her away, but today she ambushed and killed two of our soldiers who were pursuing U.S. troops."Captain awkwardly reported to the officer in front of him.

"So you're just standing guard at her place? No response at all?"The commander, a short-tempered man, pointed at him and started cursing.

"This... It's surrounded by residential areas, and there are many onlookers. I was afraid mishandling it might cause a disturbance."

"Disturbance my ass! They dare to stir trouble? Gun them all down with the damn machine guns! What the hell is your armored vehicle for? Guard duty? I think you're high!"The commander, Louis Franche Despeire, was losing his temper.

His words terrified the company leader, making his knees weak. There's no way he could admit to anything—everyone knows drug use in Mexico leads to immediate execution.

Even in the military, it's the same. Not long ago, a soldier from a neighboring division brought drugs onto the base and used them. After being caught, the entire chain of command, from the commander down, was relieved of their duties, with the soldier executed and the squad leader discharged.

The decision was announced throughout the army.

So even mentioning drugs sends a chill down the spine.

"Blow it up! Use the armored vehicle cannon and blast it!"

Louis Franche Despeire pointed at the arrogant old lady: "We're here to invade, not to play house, got it, Captain!"

Man, his mouth stinks.

Does he even brush his teeth?

"Yes, Commander!"The Captain's face turned pale as he turned around, slapped the M1128 Stryker armored vehicle hard, and shouted at the crew inside, "Fire the cannon!"

This thing has a 105MM cannon.

Perfect for low-intensity warfare.

The vehicle's crew poked their heads out and hesitated, "Captain… What did you say?"

"I said, fire! Blow that old hag to hell, you son of a b****!"

"Oh, oh, got it!"

The M1128 Stryker's cannon slightly tilted upward, no need to aim...

The old lady was turning around to reassure the two hiding American soldiers behind her: "Don't worry, they won't bully old folks. You'll definitely make it home."

"Fire!"

A roar shook her, prompting her to turn around—bang!!!

A deafening blast!

The ground trembled.

She saw a shell flying toward her and blurted out, "F***..."

BOOM~

The little wooden house was instantly obliterated.

Commander Louis Franche Despeire exhaled heavily, feeling satisfied, and pointed at the Captain again, scolding: "If you can't even handle such trivial crap, I'll send you to the military farm to raise pigs!"

The Captain's face turned pale from the reprimand.

After the commander left, he stood there, his face dark as he stared out at the sprawling residential area. He could feel the malice inside...

"Damn it, everyone load your weapons. If anyone refuses to cooperate, shoot them on the spot!"

Better to hold struggle sessions than funerals.

"Understood?"

"Understood!!"

Gentle tactics won't solve San Diego's problems…

On the main roads, the armored vehicles were equipped with loudspeakers tied to them.

"The Mexican Army guarantees the safety of everyone's property and lives, but anyone found harboring U.S. troops or obstructing the military will be executed without exception!"

"All residents must cooperate."

Good, good, good...

Let Americans experience the hardships of Middle Eastern refugees!

...

Clinton had a fever.

Upon hearing news of San Diego's fall, his body disintegrated instantly, leaving him lying in the hospital groaning.

A few people sat around him, with Chief of Staff Angel Urenia worriedly asking, "Sir, has the fever still not subsided?"

At the bedside, Diane Rodham carefully adjusted his blanket, playing the role of a... devoted wife, but everyone there was Clinton's confidant—they knew her true nature.

Let's be honest.

She's shameless!

Outside, she flirted with plenty of men...

But it's their private life, so it's not for others to judge.

Hearing Urenia's question, Diane Rodham's gaze sharpened, "This is about San Diego, isn't it? The Pentagon will handle it, won't they?"

"Not just that—tomorrow is Mr. Reagan's memorial service, and there are documents requiring his signature."

"Give them to me."

"Huh?"

Diane Rodham raised her eyebrow, "I'll sign them; it's the same."

Angel Urenia looked at her. The ambition in her eyes wasn't concealed at all—clearly, she wanted to taste the power of the President of the United States?

After hesitating briefly, he still pulled the documents from his briefcase and handed them over, kindly pointing out where to sign.

Clinton's wife didn't follow his instructions. Instead, she carefully read through the plans, pausing suddenly to frown: "Why is there a toy airplane ceremony here?"

"It's a proposal from the Reagan Funeral Committee. They intend to arrange 500 airplanes to spell out Mr. Reagan's famous quotes."

"Remove that—it's too flashy."

Diane Rodham didn't have a good relationship with Reagan. Different parties, and Reagan had openly criticized her numerous times in the media for excessively interfering in her husband's career. During Clinton's campaign, Reagan even stated publicly, "A woman has risen."

It was humiliating for her.

The Chief of Staff obviously understood her sentiments. Taking a deep breath, he gently coaxed her, "Diane, Reagan has passed away. There's no need to overdo things—it's political decency."

Angel Urenia felt mentally drained.

Neither of these spouses was easy to deal with.

Hearing his reasoning, Diane Rodham let out a snort and scribbled her signature on the documents before handing them back.

"Once the memorial service is over, we'll take San Diego back!"

"During Clinton's presidency, we'll crush Victor and eradicate the uncivilized tyranny entirely."

"I'll see it with my own eyes, won't I?"

Angel Urenia nodded, "Of course, victory will be with the United States!"

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