Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 947 - 495: Dirty, playing military tactics too dirty!

Pat!

Victor rested his elbows on the table and lit a cigarette for himself.

Squinting his eyes, he blew out smoke that exited his mouth only to enter his nose again.

Looking down, he saw a "proposal" on the table.

It detailed plans to closely unite the "Ren Lian" relationship, including joint troop stationing on American territory and the establishment of a joint armed observation outpost at Jilong Beach in Cuba, with each country dispatching 200 to 400 personnel stationed there to learn from each other and progress together.

It was all about monitoring America on the other side and offering support if America ever attempted to invade Cuba.

Relations were just tools to be used...

Otherwise, if you casually form some organization, everyone will be lackluster. What sort of system is that?

Unity!

Still freaking unity!

This proposal also included strategies for cornering Canada.

The best way to destroy a country is to attack its ideology, security, and faith, like...

Spending around 20 million Pesos to conduct intermediary services in India, then...sending them to Canada.

Or perhaps, setting up so-called shell companies that aren't actually operational, masquerading as tourism trips abroad, taking them to Canada, and then simply leaving them there.

They are like maggots.

When you spot one, you'll find a whole swarm.

The world would be shocked.

There's no immediate effect, but over the long term, there would definitely be clashes with the locals, because they are just too unhygienic.

Victor carefully read it several times, the whole thing just spelled out one word: cannibalism!

But the world is survival of the fittest, better others die than oneself.

He quickly picked up the pen, signed his name on it, stamped it, and pressed the phone, "Jonger, come in for a moment."

The personal secretary on the other side responded and walked over from next door in just a few seconds.

"Hand this over to Director Jeff Bennett."

Traudl Junge nodded, took it with both hands, and was about to leave when Victor called out, "Prepare me some supper."

"What food would you like?"

"Make me some beaten egg noodles."

"Alright, sir."

Victor's government agency eats quite well; the cafeteria offers many dishes and operates 24/7 because the National Palace, this hub, is very busy, including serving Chinese cuisine brought in from Chinatown.

He really enjoyed that taste.

Traudl Junge waited a moment, and after the General gave no further orders, slowly exited the office.

Ding-dong~

The alarm clock hanging on the wall sounded very punctually...

It's midnight!

And in the important port city of Chikila in the Jintanaro State.

A small-scale battle occurred, the Mexican Navy effortlessly captured this place, indeed, just fired two missiles towards the port...

Then two battalions of the Sea Cavalry Division's 1st division made a surprise attack...

Instant occupation.

Carl Dönitz, holding binoculars and wearing a Lieutenant General's rank, stood on deck looking at the slightly deserted dock, shook his head, "No one is guarding this strategic point."

It's less than 120 kilometers from the heartland of Cancun!

Beside him, Gang Se Lutetians Colonel, with a deadpan expression like a corpse on a coffin board, was rigid, but his words had a mocking tone, "Drug traffickers will always be drug traffickers, never on the stage, the only reason they lasted so long is the sponsorship of those U.S. bastards, U.K. mongrels, and Canada dog X. Once that's gone, what do they have left?"

He kept talking, getting worked up, pointing into the distance, "Landing here, Cancun will fall, my troops will sweep the Southern, as easy as pie."

Carl Dönitz nodded, eyebrows tightening, suddenly said, "What do you think about dispatching troops straight to Mérida, how about it?"

Gang Se Lutetians heard this, stunned, then became excited, "Definitely possible, upper echelon fleeing, Cancun in chaos, Mérida would be the same, one division, no, one regiment, and we could take it down, General, let's do it, I'm willing to be the vanguard."

"But the headquarters ordered us to go to Cancun..."

"Then let's split the troops into two directions!" Gang Se Lutetians decisively said.

The temptation is too great; it's Mérida. If we take it, the Southern is settled!

"I'll report to the Defense Minister."

Carl Dönitz: "Arrange the soldiers for landing."

"Alright!"

Eleven troop transport ships began to dock, the ramps went down, and you could see Fire Lizard Tanks being the first to come down, followed by infantry fighting vehicles.

The Sea Cavalry Division is essentially: The Landing Division!

They can rely on the heavy firepower of the warship to land at the port promptly and occupy it. As for heavy weapons, tanks are sufficient, though artillery is inferior to the Army, equipment wise even worse, the warship can host helicopters to provide ground support.

"Quick, quick, quick, follow up..."

You can hear grassroots officers shouting loudly everywhere, exuberant.

"Sergeant Fritz, I want to pee." A rookie with a private's rank, speaking to a companion ahead, had a baby face, was very youthful.

"Leann, are you scared?"

A comrade nearby couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

"Scared? Pfft! There's nothing that can scare me, I tell you, at 7 I dared to steal money from drug traffickers, at 11 I started following my dad as a Bounty Hunter..."

That baby face lowered its voice while speaking, a bit irritated.

The one walking ahead was Fritz Klingenberg, wearing a Corporal's rank but had a red star on his chest, which signified he was "promoted due to military aptitude."

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