Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 776 - 428 Officer, I’ll lead the way!_2

776: Chapter 428: Officer, I’ll lead the way!_2

776 -428: Officer, I’ll lead the way!_2

No combat morale left!

So, he admitted that Horatio Herbert Kitchener had a point.

After thinking it over, he decisively nodded, “Alright!

See you in the General’s office in ten minutes.”

“Good.”

Kennedy picked up the document and told his secretary, “Get someone to prepare the helicopter.”

The secretary quickly responded and rushed out.

By the time the Defense Minister reached the rooftop, a Mi-8 had already spun up its rotor.

He bent low, climbed into the cabin, and the pilot operated the helicopter to take off.

A journey of more than forty minutes on the ground only took seven or eight minutes in the air.

When the chopper landed on the rooftop of the National Palace, Kennedy shook his head, suppressing a bit of nausea as he disembarked.

A guard was already waiting.

“I need to see the General.”

“Follow me, please,” the guard said.

When he entered the office, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener was already inside in full uniform.

Victor heard the sound and looked up, “You’re here?

Sit.”

Kennedy nodded at Horatio, sat in the chair, and watched as the General flipped through some documents.

*Knock knock knock~*

Fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Eyes closed, he was deep in thought.

“Do you think deploying the Fifth Army and the Armored Army will be sufficient?”

?!!?

That’s close to 90,000 troops!

The Mexican Armored Army’s plan called for 820 tanks and 700 various military vehicles.

However, it hadn’t yet achieved full organizational strength, with only 170 tanks and over 200 military vehicles in service throughout the division.

Comparing this to a superpower was, of course, unrealistic.

But…

it was more than enough to deal with the Southern Drug Dealers Alliance.

The intent behind forming the Armored Army in the first place was “armor domination,” with over a thousand armored vehicles sweeping south from the north—just the sight of it was intimidating enough.

Was the General really being so “cautious” in warfare now?

“It’s sufficient,” Kennedy responded urgently.

“A lion uses all its strength even to hunt a rabbit.

The air force can also be dispatched as needed.

Before the Southern drug traffickers can react, we need to bring the three states under our control.”

Victor was inwardly excited as well.

If they captured Tras, Morelos, and Puebla, they’d strip off the state names and incorporate them into Mexico State.

The capital’s economic zone could reach a population exceeding 36 million!

Throw so much kindling into the fire, and you wouldn’t believe it wouldn’t ignite into a raging blaze.

War is also for the economy.

“Yes!” Kennedy and Horatio stood up to salute.

The documents signed with Victor’s name were quickly relayed to the Fifth Army command.

Upon receiving the orders, Goodrian swiftly consolidated the troops, immediately dispatching two battalions of the 5th Army’s Guard Battalion to charge through Hidalgo State!

Colonel Harold Alexander personally led the units.

The troop carriers rammed through the border fencing…

When the sentry soldiers heard the commotion and rushed out screaming, the heavy machine guns mounted on the Humvees opened fire mercilessly, shredding them to pieces.

One soldier, crouching in the guardhouse with a phone in hand, yelled, “The Government Forces are invading!!”

The convoy roared down the road toward Ravenna Town.

At that moment, within the town.

A short sentry and his six or seven comrades were heading back to rest.

Instead of returning to the barracks, they ran toward the town office building.

It was just a small two-story building.

“Ram it!” the short sentry shouted, stomping on the gas pedal, “Hold on tight!”

The pickup truck, with a tarp covering the back where soldiers were seated, sped toward the building.

Hearing his command, they gripped onto whatever they could tightly.

A middle-aged man with silver hair happened to walk out, holding a briefcase.

He was the deputy mayor, but also a low-level operative for the Gulf Group.

Don’t be fooled by his white shirt and glasses; his body was covered in tattoos.

The drug traffickers had already taken root across the grassroots level…

The short sentry gritted his teeth upon seeing him, slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

The deputy mayor turned his head at the sound, but before he could fully register it, the front end of the pickup truck slammed into him and sent him crashing through the main doors.

The pickup continued pushing forward, crushing everything in its path—glass, desks—it all got obliterated.

*Bang!*

With a loud crash, the truck finally came to a stop.

The short sentry felt dizzy but shook his head to clear his mind.

Opening his eyes, he saw the deputy mayor crushed against the wall, his body mangled…

Half the man’s head was gone, and who knows where it had flown off to.

Brain matter oozed out from the skull—a mixture of red and yellow, with the overpowering stench of blood making him nearly gag.

The short sentry grabbed the gun from the passenger seat, kicked open the crumpled door, climbed onto the truck’s roof, and unleashed a barrage of gunfire on the nearby staff who had gathered to watch the commotion.

Screams mingled with the sound of gunfire, resonating through the hall.

The soldiers in the back of the truck jumped out.

“I’ll go find the mayor!

Everyone else, block the entrances.”

He jumped off the truck, pulled a magazine from his shirt pocket, gave it a sharp smack against the gun to eject the empty one, and with a *click*, locked in a fresh one.

He walked toward the mayor’s office.

Kicking the door open, he saw the bald mayor sitting in a chair with his hands raised in fear, “Don’t kill me!

Don’t kill me!”

“Pah!

I’ve fucking risen up!”

The short sentry fired a burst of shots into the mayor, killing him on the spot.

Still not satisfied, he walked up and shot a dozen more rounds into the man’s body.

“Slim, the police are here,” a comrade yelled from outside.

“Fuck them!

Let them come closer before you shoot.

Don’t waste ammo.

If we hold out till the Government Forces arrive, victory is ours.”

The comrade hesitated, “What if Victor’s people don’t come?”

“Don’t come?

Then we die fighting.

Killing one makes it worth it, killing two is a profit.

Do you know how much these bastards have stolen from us?

Even that ashtray on the desk is made of gold.

Fuck it, I can’t stand it.

If I don’t kill them, I won’t be able to sleep.”