Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 951 - 496: Cancun Ends in a Unique Way!_2

Standing on the top floor of the embassy, Colonel James Water of the Air Force Special Forces had a solemn face, but you could hear the sound of his molars grinding.

"Damn it, those Army bastards, they just know how to steal the thunder. We were the first to break into Cancun!"

The adjutant next to him hit the railing discontentedly.

In reality, the army, navy, and air force of any complete military country don't usually get along very well. After all, there's only so much of the military budget. The navy hopes for more ships, the air force wants more planes, the army... the army wishes for two more pairs of socks for the New Year.

Just look at Japan during World War II. They called each other fools.

They even held each other back on the battlefield.

While Mexico hasn't reached that level, there's a faint tendency of butting heads.

In literature, there is no first; in military, there is no second.

They're all Special Forces, so why should your unit 141 shine brightly, and now we've finally become the vanguard, yet you immediately announce that you've recaptured Cancun?

Colonel James Water must be angry!

His eyelids trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, knowing that while it's allowed to compete, if you hold each other back, the military tribunal will handle it.

"Just say these things to me, don't say too much. It's easy to offend people."

He said softly to the adjutant.

"Understood," the latter said, frowning.

"But we've protected the Chinese people, and headquarters won't leave us out of this credit. Let's be honest this time and take the chance back next time!"

Colonel James Water said and then walked away with a gloomy face.

Obviously...

His mood wasn't as carefree as he claimed.

Cancun was bustling all night...

Some drug traffickers couldn't bear to leave Cancun and hid away.

But more people ran away.

When the sky broke at dawn, and the morning glow covered the entire city, it felt rather desolate.

The streets were chaotic and filthy, with corpses still visible.

Hungry stray dogs with their tails tucked were gnawing at the bodies. Suddenly hearing a sound, they whimpered, lifted their heads cautiously, and saw dust appearing on the distant horizon.

With a growl, they retreated into the alley.

The cavalry division from the sea, led personally by Major General Karl Dönitz, had struggled through the night and finally arrived in Cancun!

They expected a fierce battle, but upon closer look, there wasn't a soul in sight.

His face was weary, but he forced himself to perk up, "Contact the friendly forces! Report to the Department of Defense that we've recaptured Cancun!"

Accompanying staff officer Lieutenant Colonel Alfred von Tirpitz lowered his voice and said, "Both the army and air force's special forces are inside. If we file this report first, wouldn't it look like we're seeking credit?"

Karl Dönitz glanced at him.

"Who told their ground troops to be so slow? It's whoever reports first gets the credit. If you don't strive for it, others will think the navy is vegetarian."

Lieutenant Colonel Tirpitz nodded and quickly made the report.

"Enter the city!"

Karl Dönitz looked at Cancun, waved his hand, and spoke with great vigor.

...

"Breaking news: The Mexican Government Forces recaptured Cancun early this morning!"

The Mexican populace was just waking up when they heard this news, leaving them all stunned.

???

My goodness, I just took a nap, and you've already reached Cancun!

Many were curious about how it was done, but the news channel only had that one sentence, and often, the fewer words there are in the news, the more intense the content inside must be.

On breakfast stalls and at crosswalks waiting for traffic lights, you could see people talking excitedly.

"I think, could it be that Mexico is about to unify? Are the southern drug traffickers finished?" someone suddenly blurted out.

"Definitely, with Cancun in the heart of the Yucatan Peninsula having been taken by the government forces, a two-pronged attack will surely reclaim other cities. It's just a matter of time," someone softly responded.

"If my son...were still alive, he'd surely be happy. Those damned drug traffickers are finally getting out of Mexico!" An old woman couldn't help but cry.

The crowd in front of the pedestrian path fell silent; they seemed at a loss.

When did Mexico begin its war on drugs?

After World War II?

1940?

No, the US-Mexico War of 1846!

When Mexico became the backyard of the United States, drugs were already rampant in Mexico and began to take deep root, lasting 150 years!

How many generations?

Many people were born seeing drug traffickers fight, seize territories, and saw their elders dealing drugs, transporting drugs, and using drugs.

Everything you can think of that's inhumane, they did, including...giving drugs to good students and then taking them in front of them.

In an area of 1.9644 million square kilometers, there wasn't room for a desk.

Laughable, laughable, laughable!

But in a time of chaos, a demon must arise!

Victor could be considered a godsend stud.

"Long live the General! Long live Mexico!"

Suddenly, cheers were heard from afar, and the crying old woman also raised her head to look. From afar, hundreds of people were spontaneously organizing and were rushing toward the National Palace.

Along the way, more and more people started joining in, and the numbers slowly grew.

The cheers reverberated across the sky.

Even many foreign nationals who had obtained citizenship couldn't help but join.

"Victor sure is popular," said the new journalist sitting in the back seat of a red sedan with BBC written on it, which was the British Broadcasting Corporation's car.

The old journalist driving smiled, "You can see such scenes a dozen times a year in Mexico City. You get used to it after a while..."

"This kind of personal worship always feels a bit like a cult," the new journalist murmured.

Who knew the senior reporter would frown and look back at him, "Don't speak recklessly; it's his personal charm."

The rebuttal stunned the other, who opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

The atmosphere in the car turned slightly awkward.

The old reporter also felt his words were too harsh; he took a deep breath, "Apologies, some things require us to see for ourselves. We are journalists and pursue the essence of things."

"Aren't we at the BBC here to specifically criticize them?" The new journalist shook his head, even more confused.

"Criticizing is the job, but my morals and spirit make me feel Victor is a great man; that's a separate matter."

My goodness...

Professional ethics are indeed different.

The new journalist didn't speak anymore, just looked at the crowd, eyes filled with curiosity. This infamous "Tyrant" globally was so loved, and even the seasoned BBC veteran reporter had a tendency of "defecting."

Could it be...

Does Victor really have magic power?

All we can say is, those who hate him, hate him to death, but those who love him, love him just as much.

Inside the National Palace.

When Victor heard the news of the recapture of Cancun, he was really happy.

The strategy was achieved...

The dawn of Mexico's victory was within sight.

"Boss, shouldn't we hold a celebration?" Casare asked with a wide grin.

With champagne halfway through?

Victor shuddered, "Wait, don't rush, let's not act until all of Mexico is unified. Anything should wait for the results to take a sigh of relief."

Casare nodded, "Then a bit later. But I think we should start preparing. Boss, do you think setting up a room in the office next door that juts out like the Vatican Church, where you can stand above and wave and speak to people below, how about that?"

This really hit a chord with Victor.

He hesitated, then nodded, "Start preparing, and also convey to Kennedy, hoping the troops will keep up the efforts, strive to fully occupy the Yucatan Island and Quintana Roo State within two months, and then seize Chiapas State..."

The place has a rather fierce folk style, with lush mountains and many tribal forms existing.

Moreover, it's the headquarters of the Gulf Group!

It was the most anti-government state ever since the old leader Abrego won over people's hearts.

Once the Yucatan Peninsula is sorted, press forward and take them down!

"Once the Mexican war on drugs is over, we can shift our focus to Latin America!"

"On the road of drug prevention and crime suppression, we must always be at the forefront."

Casare nodded vigorously.

Wherever the boss points, I'll fight!

Knock, knock, knock~

Someone knocked on the door.

Victor collected his gaze, "Come in."

He saw Augustine Przybylski from the Mexico News Bureau walking in with a serious face.

"General, the Wailing Wall in Israel has been bombed!"

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