Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 892 - 471: Fake!!!!_2

There's some truth in that statement.

If Mexico conducted an X test, they couldn't possibly hide it. Besides, the United States spent over seven years, France took eight years, and the Soviet Union managed it in less than four years.

India spent a full 28 years!

Mexico?

Unless it materialized out of thin air.

"The crisis is only temporary. We have no reason to be afraid."

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Victory belongs to Ame…"

Before the adrenaline could kick in, suddenly there was a faint shaking of the building, and the glass started to crack?

A massive explosion echoed throughout Washington.

"An earthquake? Is it an earthquake?!"

There was obvious chaos in the streets. Cars crashed into electric poles, pedestrians clutching their children hurriedly made a run for it.

Car alarms screamed endlessly.

Some people crouched on the ground, trembling and praying for God's protection.

Angel Urenia quickly shielded Clinton and loudly called for the nurses to wheel him out.

How could an earthquake happen in Washington?

Well, it's possible. The last major quake dates back to April 13, 1949, in Olympia City, Washington State, which measured 7.1 on the Richter scale and claimed eight lives‌.

That was almost 50 years ago.

As they wheeled Clinton outside, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sir!"

The voice on the other end sounded panicked.

"What's going on?"

"We've detected an intense heat wave of energy in the desert of Chihuahua State, Mexico, equivalent to 90,000 tons of TNT!" The person on the other end shouted in disbelief.

Angel Urenia's first thought was, a meteor crashed into Chihuahua State? And Mexico got radiated?

But that's impossible; the Space Agency didn't react.

So then…

The Chief of Staff's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, his heart skipping a beat, like someone had squeezed it tight.

His mind went blank, his trembling hand dropped the phone to the ground, splitting it in two.

"What's wrong, Angel? What happened?" Bodyguard Richie Miller asked urgently. His personal rapport with Angel had him startled by the latter's appearance.

Angel Urenia's eyes turned vacant.

"Mexico…"

"Has an X weapon."

The campaign team fell into silence, followed by a burst of laughter from a military advisor, "Impossible, ridiculous. It must be a misunderstanding…"

"The desert of Chihuahua State just experienced an energy surge equal to 90,000 tons of TNT!"

"If it's not an X weapon, is it your mother passing gas?!"

Angel Urenia roared furiously and grabbed the advisor's collar.

"Calm down, Angel. Calm down. Recheck it. We have to investigate thoroughly!" Richie Miller pulled Angel's hand away.

"Quick, hurry and investigate!"

"We must get the details!"

The Chief of Staff regained his composure and yelled at the group, his face ferocious, completely disregarding decorum.

What was dignity at this point?

If Victor really had this thing, he might as well retire to farming!

Better than getting blown to pieces.

...

The United States Fourth Fleet was technically a misnomer.

It merged into the Second Fleet in the 1950s, but since its naval presence had long patrolled the Gulf of Mexico area, intimidating countries like Mexico, Guatemala, and Cuba—it almost functioned as an independent fleet. Many preferred to call it the Fourth Fleet.

The Commander was Vice Admiral MacMorris, who also served as the Deputy Commander for the Southern Command—a gray-haired… playboy?

He should be about 67 years old.

His biggest scandal: he once held a party with eight female fleet subordinates, completely naked, which caused quite an uproar. However, the news vanished the very next day.

The military spokesperson symbolically issued a statement that they would investigate thoroughly, but nothing ever came of it.

Why?

Vice Admiral MacMorris' uncle was Ernest Joseph King, the U.S. Navy's Commander during World War II, deeply connected to American politics.

He was also a member of the Bohemian Club.

Additionally, he was an avid admirer of Reagan.

After learning Reagan died in a Mexican bombing, he repeatedly declared internally in the military the need for revenge!

At least he exercised restraint…

But upon hearing about the "National Park Explosion Incident," his rage boiled over, leading him to order the Fourth Fleet and the Third Marine Division to strike the border seas of Tamaulipas.

Numerous fleet officers begged him to hold off, citing the need for authorization from The Pentagon and President Clinton.

Yet the infuriated Vice Admiral MacMorris said on the deck:

"Am I supposed to go to hell to get their signatures? If everything follows protocol, the United States wouldn't exist!"

He deployed troops without authorization!

25 hours later…

Aboard the Theodore Roosevelt aircraft carrier in the Gulf of Mexico.

Vice Admiral MacMorris' current expression: (≖_≖)╮!

"Bang!"

He slammed the table hard, causing the pens and cups to bounce. The nearby staff and officers planning operations paused what they were doing, exchanging glances without daring to breathe.

"Useless! Useless!"

"Three beaches, casualties exceeding 2,100? A direct loss equivalent to an entire regiment? Damn it, I could take one battalion and get the job done!"

"The Third Marine Division is simply…"

He seemed to rein in himself, realizing it wouldn't be wise for his comments to circulate. He ceased mid-sentence, snorting like an angry bulldog, his face red and agitated.

"Get Major General Sigmund on the phone! I want to speak with him."

The staff quickly connected a call to the Third Marine Division and handed him the phone.

Standing with one hand on his hip, his belly protruding, and if he held a pipe in his mouth, Vice Admiral MacMorris would be a perfect image of "Yu Ren's wild father."

"Hello, Major General Sigmund. I'm ordering the Third Division to continue the offensive. Don't worry; the Navy fleet will provide firepower support. We'll conduct saturation strikes on the three beaches and deploy the Air Force to bomb tall structures."

Major General Sigmund felt nothing but bitterness.

Goddamn it!

The Marine Corps truly was a "Suicide Squad." Amphibious landings were sheer hell.

The average lifespan during the Normandy landings was 50 seconds. While Mexico's beaches didn't have the same structure or risks, their weapons and combat power were far superior to the Japanese Army in WWII.

"General, the Third Division's morale is relatively low…"

"Low morale?"

Vice Admiral MacMorris frowned, his tone instantly displeased. "What about the honor of American soldiers? What about the Third Division's honor? What about your courage during the Bougainville Island battle, the Guam battle, and the Sulphur Island battle?"

Damn!

That was decades ago!

You're still using this as emotional manipulation?

The Third Division's WWII soldiers still hadn't received proper compensation for their sacrifices.

"The Mexicans have ample firepower; their rockets in the rear can support beach landing defenses. At Lasha Molina, when our soldiers landed, they called for artillery guidance, and 500 of our men—a half battalion—were obliterated, leaving only 37 surviving. What are we supposed to do?"

Major General Sigmund's tone carried resentment, "The supporting Amphibious Assault Ship fled at the sight of artillery coverage. Were your ship captains equipped with engines on their asses?"

Vice Admiral MacMorris was furious enough to swear but suddenly felt the ship tremble. A massive explosion seemed frighteningly close by.

Startled, he steadied himself, his eyes filled with fear…

The aircraft carrier was shaking?

What's going on!

"General, the instruments briefly malfunctioned but are back online." A naval officer shouted, puzzled.

Everyone exchanged looks, unsure of what was happening.

Brush it off?

Of course not!

The explosion was at least hundreds of kilometers away and yet perfectly audible…

Something big must have happened.

Ding-ling-ling~

A phone rang urgently, and a staff officer quickly answered it.

"Hello, Combat Command!"

"Ah? Ah! Ah?!! Fine, fine, I understand. I'll report it to the General immediately."

After hanging up, the officer noticed everyone's eyes on him and braced himself. "General, Mexico announced 10 minutes ago…"

"They tested an X weapon in the desert of Chihuahua State. Its name: Little Fat Man."

!!!!!!

That name was such a blatant rip-off.

But that's beside the point. Vice Admiral MacMorris's eyes widened with shock.

He felt his entire body trembling.

"An X weapon?!"

The officer nodded vigorously.

Gulping sounds reverberated all around.

It's over…

A certain realization dawned—like realizing your unruly neighbor Zhang San had suddenly become Zhang the tycoon!

You could never insult or beat him up so casually again.

"Fake!!!!!!!!!"

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