Chapter 365: Tijuana’s First Anti-Drug Conference!

Chapter 365: Tijuana’s First Anti-Drug Conference!

If this gets out.

Can't you live a better life?

General Francisco Pancho groaned, patted his thigh, and sighed, "The doctor said that my health is not good. I'm afraid I won't have long. I... can't walk anymore. I'm too old!"

Popovich's face froze.

He squinted his eyes with a sinister look, which made Francisco Pancho feel a little uncomfortable and haggard mentally. This guy was not a good person either.

"Forget it, Minister of Defense, you need to take a good rest. I'll find a doctor to take a look at you. The government still needs you, and I still need you." Popovich pursed his lips and smiled, patting him on the shoulder, which scared Francisco. Pancho shuddered and laughed awkwardly.

After the last few words of greeting, the old man stood up to say goodbye. When he walked to the door, his body paused for a moment, and then his body "momentarily" stooped, and he muttered, "As people get old, their health is not good anymore."

With that said, he limped out of the door.

Popovich's eyelids trembled in the back.

His brother Aldous Wendell walked in and looked back at the defense minister, "Brother, what's wrong with the old man?"

"Close the door!" Popovich shouted.

The other party closed the door, and suddenly a head popped up at the corner of the corridor. The old man Francisco Pancho's eyes were not cloudy at all, and he sighed.

These two brothers don't seem like good people.

I...this old bone will have to be played to death by them sooner or later. He shook his head and left.

Anyway, in this muddy water, he is only responsible for talking, not doing.

He didn't want his tombstone to be smashed after he died.

Inside the office.

Popovich looked gloomily, "The old man was not cooperative at all. I asked him to do his job. It was either windy or raining."

"I'll find someone to kill him!"

"Don't just know how to kill, use your brain. We are in politics, not bandits!"

Aldous Wendell shrank his neck, "Isn't it the same?"

Popovich stared...

I suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. I looked around and saw that they were all a bunch of people with nothing but wine and rice bags!

He took the cigarette on the table, held it in his mouth, lit it, and threw away the lighter, "Looks like I have to end it myself!"

"Contact the American ambassador for me."

"Brother, do you want to invite him to dinner?" Aldous Wendell said dumbly. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped away in shock, and an ashtray was smashed under his feet.

"Eat your mother! Go and make a phone call!!"

The other person ran away. He had always had a shadow of this brother since he was a child. When he ran out, he muttered, "Isn't my mother your mother?"

MD!

I really wanted to split him in half.

Popovich frowned, picked up the phone on the table, and said, "Put me through the Zacatecas state office."

Waited a minute or two.

A voice came from the other end, "Mr."

"Governor Miguel Hidalgo, I need a favor from you here."

…

"Grenade! Grenade!!!"

In a side-by-side residential area in Savillian Village, Federico Ferrari Orsi leaned against the wall and shouted behind him.

The two drug dealers pulled the lead and threw it into the broken wall.

The explosion kicked up dust.

The gunfire inside suddenly stopped.

"rush!"

He jumped in first.

It's easy to get adrenaline flowing during a war, which sometimes makes people completely red-eyed and fighting until they lose their minds. This is one of the reasons why many people gradually become mentally abnormal after leaving the battlefield.

In the history of thousands of years, human beings have only learned to fight.

At a corner in the house.

Helvin Sandoval, the commander of Company A, dragged a wounded man in, held down the leg wound with one hand, took out gauze, and pinched the wound with two fingers, "Morphine! Give him a morphine!"

A soldier rushed over, took out his gun and hit him.

This thing…

Pain-relieving.

Helvin Sandoval took out a new magazine from his carrier, clicked it, reinstalled it, squatted half-crouched, and fired at the opening!

Chug tug tug tug…

The smoke from the grenade blast was impossible to see clearly.

Just scan it!

"Bazooka! Come on!!!" Helvin Sandoval gestured to his comrades behind him.

A second lieutenant was holding an M72 LAW, and the people next to him spread out spontaneously. MD, who got too close, was scorched.

"Turn on the insurance!"

"emission!"

Phew~

Federico Ferrari Orsi suddenly felt uneasy. People still retain the sixth sense they had in the age of apes. Some people have more people and some people have fewer people. He subconsciously held his head and shrank to the side, moving his body Curl up.

boom!

The earth shook.

The gap was blown even wider, and the heavy beam made a creaking sound. It was obvious that it couldn't bear it and fell down.

The following drug dealers were immediately overwhelmed.

Tsk tsk tsk…

The skull was broken and blood seeped out from inside.

Federico Ferrari Orsi stood up, staggering, all on his breath.

"Ah!!!" A Northern Army soldier roared, rushed out of the house, hugged him, and hit him on the head with his helmet. The two fell to the ground and started fighting.

Federico Ferrari Orsi was also enraged and bit into the opponent's ear with such force that the Northern Army screamed in unbearable pain.

He chewed the ear in his mouth twice and swallowed it.

The next bite was directly on the neck.

In live war, hand-to-hand combat is indispensable.

After a while, the Northern Army soldier stopped moving.

As soon as Federico Ferrari Orsi stood up unsteadily, the bullet came out from nowhere. Puff puff... the sound of entering the body was very dull.

His whole body froze, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

The back of his head hit a rock, and there was a nail on it, which went straight through. His eyes stared suddenly, and his mouth was half open...

Not even a last word.

His eyes looked blankly at the hole in the roof, and he could see the sky above at a glance.

Final thoughts.

The sky...is really blue.

Really...so blue!

In the village, drug dealers and Company A were still fighting, and the two gangs left corpses all over the place 4.5 kilometers away.

In the end, they were still somewhat outnumbered.

The last seven or eight people were surrounded in the village building with wounds all over their bodies.

A grenade was thrown in. The second lieutenant standing next to the commander of Company A ran over, grabbed it and was about to throw it back, but before he could, bang! !

"ah!!!"

Half of his body was blown off, and the second lieutenant screamed and fell to the ground.

Hervin Sandoval's eyelids twitched, and after the last bullet was fired, the short position hung up.

"No more bullets..."

"Out of bullets, company commander."

The few remaining people looked at him.

Hervin Sandoval's tactical gloves were all torn. He took out the last grenade and said in a hoarse voice, "Come closer."

Hearing this, they all came closer slowly, and even the wounded approached with their lips pursed.

"The general treats us like brothers. I have been in the army for seven years. I have seen the corruption in old Mexico and politicians who do not treat soldiers as human beings, but I have never seen a leader who allocates fields to others and gives them free education!"

"The only thing in my life is to die to repay the general."

"Are you scared?"

Helvin Sandoval looked at everyone.

"Company Commander, if you are caught by drug criminals, you might as well kill me!" A soldier who looked about 18 years old grinned. "My father was beaten to death by drug dealers, my brother had his legs cut off by drug dealers, and my mother I cried blindly. The governor treated my family and paid me monthly fees. Even if he asked me to kill God, I wouldn’t even blink. Wouldn’t it mean death?”

"When I die, I will go to hell to kill Satan and wait for the general to ascend the throne!"

"Yes, not afraid of death!"

"If you're afraid of death, don't become a soldier!"

"Long live Victor! Long live Mexico!!!" Helvin Sandoval roared and let go.

Bang! !

The huge explosion blew away everything around him, and a layer of ash filled the room. The sky was reflected in Helvin Sandoval's eyes.

sky…

So blue!

A flood of drug dealers poured into the village...

Commander Federico Ferrari Orsi was dug out from the rubble. The highest-ranking officer in the Monterrey Division was a lieutenant colonel. His eyelids were trembling. There were nearly 1,400 casualties in one village. !

Hold!

Immediately afterwards, he started to tremble all over. Are the Northern Army so capable of fighting?

Didn't it mean that this was the newly formed Fourth Marine Division?

This is so fierce, so how fierce must the first division be?

"Captain, are we... still going to attack?" a drug dealer leader who had lost all his courage asked in a low voice.

The lieutenant colonel opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of a helicopter in the air. He raised his head in panic and saw four black figures approaching at low altitude from a distance.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"

The 20mm cannon fired at the people below, and the trees as thick as an arm were smashed. The drug dealers below turned around and ran away, forgetting what the instructor taught them how to run, and were beaten into sieves in mid-air.

It's so thick (make a gesture), it can be swept away by the machine cannon, and life or death is uncertain.

The vanguard of the fifth regiment finally arrived!

The Chinook did not pursue it, but hung in mid-air. Soldiers were lowered from above by ropes, and they acted separately to treat the wounded and defend themselves on the spot, waiting for the follow-up troops to arrive.

Standing on the ground, the commander could feel the heat coming from under his military boots. The smell of gunpowder and blood in the air was unsettling.

"Company Commander, there is a living person here!" A corporal shouted in the distance. The other party hurriedly ran over and saw a man lying on the ground covered in blood and flesh. The blood on his body was thick and his general uniform was gone stained red.

There were also wounds on the legs, and blood was still oozing out.

The accompanying medical soldiers are treating him.

"Company Commander, here is the ID." Someone handed him a blood-stained soldier's ID card. He opened it and saw a photo next to him. He was looking at the camera with his teeth bared, and there were dimples on his face.

It was completely incompatible with the bloody man on the ground.

Company A, Battalion A, 336th Regiment, 4th Marine Division!

Below is the company’s battle cry: Go to the most dangerous places and rescue the cutest civilians!

"Let the Chinooks be transported to the rear city. Are there any other living people?" the company commander asked.

People around me looked at me and I looked at you and shook their heads.

The company commander took a deep breath, "Our brothers have withdrawn, now it's our turn!"

"yes!"

…

The "Battle of Nuevo Leon" attracted not only Mexico, but many media in the United States also reported on this war at length.

Because Nuevo Leon is really important to the U.S. border!

Especially the Falcon Reservoir. If Victor pees on it, the city of McAllen below will have to drink the urine of the "Great King".

The most important thing is that the border with the United States will be expanded. With the unruly appearance of the Northern Army, the Americans will be even more frustrated.

And there was a meaningful thing in it.

According to the New York Times, the Pentagon asked the Texas National Guard to deploy to the border, but was rejected!

They just ignored him.

So embarrassing... Oh!

Too disobedient, but isn't that the Texas tradition?

May 8.

Monday!

The streets of Tijuana are full of flags of Mexico, Brazil, Venezuela, and some small countries.

There are banners rolling on the tallest buildings.

"Warmly welcome all countries to participate in the Tijuana Anti-Drug Conference!"

These small countries joined in the last few days before the meeting.

For example, Uganda, Kenya and Malawi are small countries, and some of them are still at war, but they are indeed the most strict drug control countries in Africa.

Take Uganda for example. I won't talk about Amin's time. No one could stay there. Later, Yoweri Kaguta came to power and won the civil war. In July 1984, he proposed the "Ten Principles", covering the establishment of a democratic system, the protection of personal and legal property security, the strengthening of national unity, the defense of national autonomy, the construction of an independent, integrated and self-sufficient economy, the improvement of social services, the curbing of corruption and abuse of power, and the elimination of inequality.

It also includes drug control!

It was wavering before, but now I don't know why it suddenly joined in. Victor certainly welcomes you. As long as you come and sincerely fight against drugs, we are good friends.

Black people?

Hey, what a joke, Victor never discriminates against black people.

He doesn't have a farm.

Victor greeted the visitors at the National Palace. Yes, it is called the National Palace, exactly the same as the one in Mexico City.

Some people with complicated minds began to think that Victor was going to take a step further.

Should he be persuaded to join?

This welcome meeting is for the whole world. You can find it by searching the Mexican National Channel.

The first to come were representatives of the Brazilian government. Victor shook hands with them politely and smiled. The second was Venezuela. He saw the little fanboy Nicolás Maro Moro in the team, and the other party looked at him excitedly.

The third was a group of people from the Brazilian opposition party.

Luz Inácio Lu da Silva took the lead and gave him a hug, which surprised Victor.

Are we so close?

Facing the camera, the other party smiled and called Victor, "Anti-drug mentor!"

"I hope Brazil can get Mexico's support in all aspects. I think we need to learn his advanced technology. Of course, it is not limited to anti-drug, but also includes the fight against criminal groups. If possible, I will invite Mexico to send troops to Rio de Janeiro."

It was the first time that Victor was called by a foreigner with a high political status. He felt embarrassed.

The National Palace was in full swing.

And at Tijuana Victor International Airport.

A Boeing 747-200B passenger plane arrived. This is the special plane of the US peace talks delegation.

Led by Donald Rumsfeld, there were 119 people in total, including many state legislators, military members and members of the press.

It was a big meeting.

But at the airport...

There was no red carpet, no one held flowers to welcome, and there were no reporters. There were only a few government officials who received them coldly.

"Is that how Victor treats guests?!" Donald Rumsfeld said angrily, "Sure enough, Mexicans still lack quality."

Casare, who was standing opposite, smiled and said, "I am a useless piece of wood in the Governor's Palace. I can only be used to welcome you. If you are not happy, you can leave. We can give you a barrel of oil, enough for you to fly back to Washington."

Casare's eyes swept to the people behind him, and saw a short-haired woman in her early 40s. She looked very beautiful when she was young, standing slightly behind Donald, but she obviously wanted to stand out, and the people around her were afraid of her.

This person is very famous.

Diane Rodham!!

The first speaker of the Women's Professional Committee of the American Bar Association!

In the United States, lawyers are an absolute business group. Among the current 41 presidents, there are 24 lawyers.

This Diane Rodham is not an ordinary person, and her husband is a strong candidate for the next president.

Facing Casare's eyes, the latter looked at her unceremoniously, which made her a little unhappy. It has been a long time since anyone dared to look at her like this.

"Mexicans are not polite at all! You should understand that without us, Mexicans are still just barbarians. We brought civilization to you."

Casare still smiled, "Yes, we are barbarians, but are you sure you want to continue arguing with us? It hurts when we hit people, but no matter if you are a man, a woman or a beast, you have to be quiet after a slap. What do you think?"

After he said this, Diane Rodham opened her mouth, but he also knew that this was not the United States. If this was Washington, she could completely kill the other party with her family background.

But this is Mexico...

Hearing Casare's words, the staff of the Governor's Office standing next to them also straightened their chests and looked at them with a smile.

Offense and defense change!

At this moment, a scene occurred that made the Americans even more angry.

Casare walked over, stretched out his hand, and amidst the shock of Donald and others, he touched Diane Rodham's face and wiped her face with his thumb.

Feeling the warmth on her palm, the American woman opened her eyes immediately.

“做女人就要听话，听话了才有人爱你，不听话，要被挨揍的。”

"Hey! What are you doing!" The man standing next to Diane Rodham pushed Casare, who took two steps back. He looked at the other person, "If I fall to the ground, you will be Killed by random shooting.”

All the Americans were silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Hahahaha~ Just kidding." Casare waved his hand and opened his hand, "Welcome to Tijuana! Ladies and gentlemen!!"

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