Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1062 - 541: Greed is the original sin, but poverty is not. (Vote for monthly tickets!!!)_3

Chapter 1062 -541: Greed is the original sin, but poverty is not. (Vote for monthly tickets!!!)_3

Oscar Huddler, of course, understands that as a staff member, this means Mexico’s operational range will expand.

As long as Mexico City gives an order, they can bomb from Central America to South America in half a day, as long as ammunition and supplies permit.

Since the Department of Defense stationed the B-1 bombers and F15s here, and then brought in Warthogs from the rear, it shows the intention to build this into Mexico’s overseas base.

“But what does that have to do with us combating the gangs?”

Alfred Schlieffen’s face darkens, are you all so politically insensitive?

“If the gangs are gone, what’s the purpose of us staying here?”

Alfred Schlieffen directly spells it out.

Keep the bandits to elevate our own strength!

Oscar Huddler immediately thought of this term, blurting it out, “Aren’t you afraid something might go wrong?”

Actually, this is normal, like the Afghan War, the Soviet Union defeated Amin and then supported its own regime.

In the beginning…

Are you sure they have no intention of keeping the bandits? After all, the more unstable Afghanistan is, the more its new government relies on the Soviet Union.

Did they not indulge them?

As for later…

Who would have thought the anti-Soviet movement would be so intense, with local armed forces rising so quickly, sometimes really busy coping.

Simply put, they messed up.

Wasn’t Brother Cheng Liang like this at the end of the Ming Dynasty, wanting to play this game but messed it up, and the Frozen King arose.

Upon hearing his words, Alfred Schlieffen glanced over, “We must understand the essence of drug traffickers and gangs, they are not guerrillas, they can’t sneak into the bushes, they see money as life, if they sneak into the woods, how do they make money?”

“We just sustain them, let them grow slowly, and then cut them down like cutting chives.” frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

“Even the United States will have nothing to say, we signed a ten-year contract, why finish early?”

Oscar Huddler’s face fell into a tangle again.

“Smoke.” Alfred Schlieffen picked up a cigarette from the table and handed it over.

“Special supply, given to me by the Supreme Leader when I met him.”

Oscar Huddler raised his eyebrow, took it, lit up a cigarette, and almost choked to death.

Coughing hard.

“A wild boar can’t digest fine bran.”

Alfred Schlieffen stood with one hand on his hip, looking at the map, his gaze deep.

If he had two armies, advancing from Salvador into South America in parallel and splitting into two routes, he could quickly cover Latin America.

Then concentrate his fist to choke the lifeline of Europe and Latin America and have a decisive battle with the U.S. Military!

Either Latin America aligns with the United States or aligns with Mexico…

Cough, cough…

However, this idea just flashed through his mind.

This era, who still plays the colonial game?

Benefiting must keep up with the times.

Alfred Schlieffen smoking.

“Commander, orders from the Supreme Leader’s office!” The secretarial officer hurriedly ran in at the door.

The two commanders immediately stood straight, throwing away the unlit cigarettes.

“Read.”

“Establish the Salvador Anti-Drug Frontline Air Force Command, oversee all aircraft within the territory, promote Alfred Schlieffen to Vice Admiral, concurrently serving as Air Force Commander, Oscar Huddler as Major General, concurrently serving as Air Force Deputy Commander.”

“December 7, 1992!”

“I will exhaust all efforts to repay the Supreme Leader for this promotion!” Alfred Schlieffen shouted loudly, receiving the appointment letter with both hands.

Why does it feel so bureaucratically pretentious?

This should not be learned.

However, it is indeed exciting; he has gone from a President of Mexico Military Police University to now being a Vice Admiral and frontline anti-drug chief commander, which is real power.

Very, very large power.

Beside him, deputy Oscar Huddler’s face also flushed, finally able to have a star on his shoulder.

The gap between school-level and general-level is still quite big.

“And there’s one more order from the Department of Defense, requesting us to bomb not only Medellin but also the Cali Cartel, in cooperation with Colombian ground troops for the attack.”

“Colombian ground troops? Are they reliable?”

The secretarial officer shook his head, “I don’t know, this is the order from above.”

“I understand.”

It must be Colombia not willing to hand over public security to Mexico like Salvador…

The ranks of the two countries are still quite different.

Salvador can surrender, but the other dare not. They have a large family and business; even when the president and defense minister are bombed to death by drug traffickers, they only hope Mexico helps to retaliate, not fully stationed.

It won’t become a trend.

After the secretarial officer left, Alfred Schlieffen looked at Oscar Huddler, “Time to achieve great accomplishments!”

…

Victor held a nine-hour closed-door meeting with a group of top officials.

He didn’t even need the secretaries.

Everyone brought their own notebooks; only a few knew what the meeting was about.

Upon exiting, a multitude of orders were issued.

One was establishing the Salvador Frontline Anti-Drug Command.

There was also a joint press conference held by the Ministry of Propaganda and the Ministry of Internal Affairs at night.

During the meeting, a big news piece was announced.

“It is highly possible that Medellin has purchased nuclear weapons from the Soviet Union!”

This news, when spoken by Goebbels, quickly exploded.

However, many media outlets acted unethically, sensationalizing, like the BBC, whose headline the next day read: “Medellin Owns Nuclear Weapons, to Battle Mexico to the Death!”

The possibility, perhaps these vague terms disappeared immediately.

And Xiangjiang journalists were even more exaggerated: “Super Meat Bomb Attacks, Victor Might Be Violated!”

Jieyang Puning!

At a plastic factory, Chen Bingxi, with a large hairstyle, ate steamed rice rolls sent by his wife, holding a newspaper in his hand.