Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 888 - 470: The Child Mom Raised for Twenty Years, Only Lived for Five Seconds...

Kennedy's convoy, under tight security, drove straight into the National Palace.

The license plate? No need to check it.

The guards even salute us!

The convoy stopped beneath the main building. Kennedy stepped out of the car and adjusted his military uniform. "You wait here. I'll go up alone. Give me the item."

"Yes, sir!"

Carrying a briefcase, he dashed upstairs. The staff he encountered greeted him with respectful "Good day, Defense Minister."

Kennedy smiled and nodded, forgoing the elevator and climbing the stairs without pause.

"Sir." Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei stood at the staircase, hands folded, clearly already informed of his arrival.

"Apologies."

Kennedy chuckled and opened his arms wide, signaling them to perform a check.

No one was permitted to carry weapons; after all, the Takagi Masao debacle had passed only a few years ago.

The guards meticulously conducted the search but found nothing, nodding toward Xiafei.

"Thank you, Defense Minister."

"Is the General in his office?"

"He is. I'll take you there." Joseph Xiafei led the way forward. The two walked to the end of the hallway, where he lightly knocked on a door. After a voice replied from within, he pushed the door open.

"General, Defense Minister Kennedy is here."

Victor looked up and saw Kennedy standing in the doorway. His face lit up, "Come in, come in—I was just about to look for you."

Joseph Xiafei, seeing the two beginning their discussion, exited the office and closed the door behind him.

"General, the U.S. Navy has already launched an assault on my Tamaulipas State. They're conducting an amphibious landing. I propose halting the Southern conquest strategy and focusing our efforts entirely on repelling the attack from the U.S. Military!"

Kennedy was a conservative. The pressure of fighting a two-front war was immense.

One mistake, and they'd lose everything!

Clink~

Victor lit a cigarette with his lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke, his composure showing no sign of panic.

"I know you're anxious, but don't rush. Let me show you something."

He pulled out a document from the drawer, pressed it against the desk, and slid it across.

Kennedy eyed him suspiciously.

"Take a look first."

Seeing the General's insistence, Kennedy suppressed his doubts and picked up the document, scanning through its contents, which caused his eyes to widen instantly!

"General..."

"These are stored in a military warehouse at Geno Port in Sonora State—four of them in total. You assemble a team to transport one to a desert deep in Chihuahua State."

"Once that's done, the rest will be easier to handle, don't you think?"

Kennedy's mind went blank for a moment. He swallowed hard. Even someone as daring as him felt a chill. "General, did this come from the Soviet Union?"

Victor waved his hand and leaned back in his chair. His expression was weary, yet his gaze seemed electric:

"Don't concern yourself with where it came from. Just remember—this is what will allow us to develop in peace. Even if we beat the U.S. Military on a conventional battlefield, they still won't truly respect us. Once you're off guard, they'll swing the club at you again."

"Americans—mongrels, beasts, descendants of thieves and rapists. Even if we can force them to sit at the negotiating table, their contract ethics are no different from South Koreans' sportsmanship—absolutely foul. So, we need a tool to ensure mutual destruction should they decide to kill us first!"

Worst case scenario? Well, mutual annihilation, right?

An item worth 48 billion points—you think I brought this out just to brag?

War is a tool. A united world is a deterrent. To put it bluntly, Mexico is now a high-level rogue power—halfway there...

Why is "mutual annihilation" so terrifying?

Because it adheres to one principle:

It not only kills civilians but also targets the ruling class, treating them equally.

After all...

The children of high-ranking U.S. officials won't ever go to the front lines to be 'mud-legged' comrades.

That's precisely the intended effect.

Kennedy's face twitched slightly. He rubbed his temples. "We'll be sanctioned by the entire world."

"That's better than facing our nation's annihilation and extinction!"

Victor slammed the table and stood up. "They say no, and that's it? They're merely afraid of someone rising to equal footing with them—that's all."

"The truth lives only under the muzzle of a gun. If you hesitate, I'd have died like a coward in a prison years ago!"

His eyes were fierce and predatory.

It startled Kennedy. For a long while, he hadn't seen such intensity in the General's eyes, mistakenly thinking they'd softened into kindness. Deep down, however... pure violence still simmered.

"I trust no treaties, nor do I trust any fate."

Victor tapped the table. "You just execute the order."

"Keep this operation under top-level confidentiality. Code name: Mexico Glory Plan."

Kennedy opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately he sighed inwardly, stood up, and said, "Understood!"

He knew very well that once the General made a decision, changing it was impossible.

However, he could already imagine the scenarios when the world eventually learned of this.

...

"Cabo Heres Beach," located in Tamaulipas State, is a tourism hotspot in Mexico, praised for its picturesque scenery and favorable temperatures.

It lies across the Gulf of Mexico from the renowned Yucatan peninsula.

Every year, over 2 million tourists visit this destination!

The sudden outbreak of the US-Mexico War had hampered the tourism industry, but...

Surprisingly, there were still fearless individuals present. On the beach, people could still be seen swimming in the sea.

"Afra, come out quickly! We need to leave." A father stood at the edge of the beach, calling toward his daughter, while holding tools for digging sand.

The girl in the water responded loudly and swam toward the shore.