Chapter 440 Brother, Something Happened! Something Serious Happened!! (Happy Winter Solstice)

Chapter 440 Brother, something happened! Something serious happened!! (Happy Winter Solstice~)

Acuña City, Coahuila State.

The border is only a few hundred meters away from Texas.

A barrier was set up in the middle, and a pile of waste was thrown here, and there was even a burnt car lying across the Mexican side.

After the last conflict broke out, although the two sides stopped fighting under the Pentagon's forcible dragging, and the Mexican army withdrew from Texas, it was still considered a great shame by the Lone Star State.

After all, no army has fought here since the 19th century.

This made many "opposition factions" in the Lone Star State furious. What do these people advocate? Texas secedes from the United States, becomes the fourth country in North America, and then expands its influence to the Pacific Ocean.

I don't know where these idiots got the idea?

What's in the Pacific Ocean?

There are sharks, so you put Lone Star State ID cards on the sharks?

Therefore, he is basically a loser. He is not only annoying in the United States, but also hated by the Mexicans.

The 136th Texas Infantry Regiment is stationed here, confronting a regiment under the 338th Division of the Fourth Marine Corps of Mexico.

The American camp over there is playing music excitedly...

"MD, what are these Americans doing? Are they high?" A private said swearingly, and a corporal squad leader next to him was watching with a telescope.

There is also a Christmas tree in the middle of the camp...

There are bells hanging on it, and when the wind blows, you can hear the sound of ding ding ding.

It's not even December yet, so why are you so anxious to go home?

"Squad leader, look over there." Someone shouted next to him, and the corporal looked over with a telescope and saw two American soldiers standing by the border, shouting hard.

Then one of them unfolded the photo in his hand, which turned out to be a bust of Victor, and threw it on the ground. One of them laughed and pulled the chain, took out something and urinated on the bust, saying dirty words.

"Fuck!"

"Squad leader, they insulted the general, kill them!"

The recruits were indignant.

The Fourth Marine Corps added about 20,000 new recruits, most of whom came from Ensenada City, which was Victor's base. There was a possibility of rebellion anywhere, but not here.

Another part came from Loreto City in Baja California Sur, which was his hometown. In his memory, his parents took him to live here for more than 20 years when he was a child. Relatives, neighbors, and childhood friends were all here.

Later, after Victor came to power, someone in Loreto also proposed to change the name to "Victor City". There is a local finance, where people over 60 years old can receive 1,200 pesos per month...

In this context, when recruiting soldiers, about 1,000 young people of the right age joined the army, and according to the instructions from above, these people were assigned to Rommel. If they have training value, Victor's guards will be recruited from them.

What is this called?

In ancient times, it was called personal soldiers.

Seeing the Americans ruining Victor's bust like this, of course they were unhappy, and clamored to rush over and give them a taste of color.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the nameless birds standing in the small woods on both sides of the middle isolation zone were startled and flew up, and screams suddenly rang out.

The soldier who was peeing fell to the ground, covering his crotch and twitching. The American soldiers next to him were shocked, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. His scalp was numb, and he dragged the wounded to the back.

Sniper... shot the bird?

Everyone felt a chill in their lower body. Damn, this is too cruel, right? Can he still be saved?

Even if he is saved, he will have to squat to pee for the rest of his life, right?

The sudden gunshot obviously startled the US military, and then it was as if they were facing a great enemy. The music was immediately covered by the alarm, and the 136th Infantry Regiment quickly entered a state of war.

"Who fired?!" Colonel Lewis Santos, the regiment commander, rushed out of the tent, frowning and shouting. He looked very decent... Actually, he had a square face.

"Captain, the Mexicans fired first. They injured one of our soldiers and smashed his lower body..." The deputy commander ran over angrily.

Lewis Santos's eyebrows trembled. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong here. It must be his own people who provoked the other party.

Doesn't he know what kind of people his soldiers are?

"Fight back, colonel, it's not us who fired the first shot." The deputy commander was ready to move, and some of the soldiers around him also had red eyes.

"Everyone, control the troops below. No one is allowed to fight back. I'm contacting the governor now."

The deputy commander was a little anxious and grabbed Lewis Santos, "Captain..."

"Shut up! Steve, I'm the commander!"

Lewis scolded, his eyes gloomy, "Your little moves should be smaller. I don't care if you belong to the opposition or the integration faction. You should be quiet and don't make trouble. Otherwise, I will arrest you according to the wartime regulations."

The deputy commander's mouth twitched, and he looked unhappy as he watched the other party leave.

"Colonel Lewis is too tolerant. What should we do? Boss, the Red Shoes Club only gave us three days. If the cargo can't be shipped, we will all be finished." An officer standing behind Steve said in a low voice in fear.

From their appearance...

Are they doing things for others?

Buzz buzz buzz~

The phone in his pocket rang, and Deputy Commander Steve picked it up impatiently, "Hello!"

"Good afternoon, Steve." The person opposite spoke in American English. Although he said hello, I always felt that his tone was a bit chilling.

Hearing this voice, he tensed up and said, "Mr. Griffin."

"Where's our goods."

"The border area is strictly controlled by both sides, and we are... trying to figure it out."

"Huh? There are 60 members who are going to join the club before Christmas, and you, my friend, tell me that my raw materials are stuck in Mexico. You are making it difficult for me."

Steve felt a chill all over his body, and cold sweat ran down his forehead, "Sir, sir, give me a little more time."

"Three days, if you don't deliver the raw materials within three days, then your son and daughter will take care of it first." After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, fear suddenly took over his cerebral cortex. At that moment, he fell to the ground in panic.

Fortunately, the person next to him helped him.

Steve's mouth trembled, "No, no, hurry up...we have to create chaos, otherwise we won't have a chance."

"There is no order from the leader..."

"Bullshit commander! He is a coward!" He shouted loudly, took out his pistol and grabbed the arm of the officer next to him. "If the goods are not delivered, we will all die. Your daughter and your son will all be wearing clothes." on the feet.”

The other party also got chills all over after being told that.

"Then what if the Mexican army rushes over and our defense line collapses at the first touch, and the people transporting the goods are too late?"

"There are so many reasons! We can only give it a try now."

"No, no, no, there is another possibility." The officer pinched Steve's arm to tell him to calm down, and leaned into his ear and said, "No one in the country can help us. If we call the police, our family members will die. Faster."

"Then...then we can only surrender to Mexico."

"Let them help us move our families..."

Steve stared, "You...are you treason?!"

"Rebellion! Those Red Shoe Clubs want our lives and my children's lives now. If I don't treason, I will die. Does the United States belong to me? The United States does not belong to me. The United States belongs to capital!"

"If you think about it carefully, if you don't deliver the goods before Christmas, what will they... do to you? Have you forgotten Nasir Marshall?"

Steve's pupils shrank when he heard the name.

They are actually non-staff members of the Red Shoe Club in the Texas National Guard. They are not qualified to join. The powerful people will help them rise in the military, and all they need to do is accept the membership. "Leather shoe materials" shipped from Mexico.

There is also the task of transporting drugs for some big guys, transporting them in military vehicles, and earning rewards from it.

It was rotten to the bone.

Nasir Marshall, a senior staff officer in the 36th Texas Division, was also bribed. His daughter appeared in a few scenes in the 1990 hit movie "Home Alone."

Either the protagonist or the supporting role, just an extra.

But she was wearing a cute dress, holding a teddy bear, and tying up her hair, but that's it, she was spotted by a big boss of the Red Shoe Club, and then...

Nasir Marshall was expelled from the military because of a small incident, and his daughter was said to have been kidnapped and her whereabouts were unknown. When he went to the police station to call the police, a black man shot at him before he even got off the steps. Seven shots.

The police at the time... just looked at it.

A perfect interpretation of what power is!

"Will they...will they help us?" Steve's face turned pale.

When you know the danger, it is the brave who face the fear, but there are also many people who tremble in fear.

The officer hesitated for a moment and nodded vigorously, "As long as we confess, the worst we can do is be imprisoned, which is better than being killed."

"Then...how do we contact you?"

The officer looked around and took out a piece of promotional paper folded many times from his arms. It read: If you have any need, please contact the Mexican Border Agency.

"I picked it up from the other side of the road."

"I'll fight, I'll fight..."

"Shh, wait until night! There are too many people now."

Steve nodded hurriedly and raised his head, with a look of fear and panic in his eyes.

Time passed in agony.

It’s past eleven o’clock in the evening…

A call came to the Mexican Border Agency.

"I want to see your leader. I have something important to report." The person on the other side spoke in an awkward tone. The operator who answered the phone was startled and quickly called the director over and told him about the matter. But when he went to answer the phone when.

The other person said: "No, I want your director to answer the phone. I have something very important!"

The director thought he was joking.

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"Really, I know there is a place where there is drug trafficking, on a large scale, and human trafficking. Let your chief answer the phone. Let Joseph Fouche answer the phone."

The voices on the other side were a little hysterical.

And it was so serious that the director couldn't help but feel a headache. He hesitated and said, "Wait a moment, I'll contact you right away."

I ran to call the director anyway.

About two or three minutes later, the short Joseph Fouche trotted down. He was the director of the Border Administration and was personally appointed by Victor. He had an ordinary appearance and was almost invisible in the crowd.

"Hi, I'm Joseph Fouche."

"I am Steve, the deputy commander of the 136th Texas Regiment. I am willing to surrender to you and reveal the criminal chain at the border, but I hope you can help me protect my family from escaping from the United States."

! ! ! !

US troops defecting to Mexico?

Joseph Fouche's hand holding the microphone tightened when he heard this, "Are you kidding me, sir?"

"I know you don't believe me, so I'll tell you an address, a private abandoned airport in Piedras City, Coahuila. Bring more people."

"Hurry! I don't have much time."

Joseph Fouche thought this was a child's play, but the other party said with such certainty, "I understand, how can I contact you afterwards?"

"Call this phone, ring three times, hang up, and I'll call you back."

After saying that, Steve hung up the phone, sat down on a chair in the tent, held his trembling hands, and lit a cigarette several times without lighting it.

Hold!

Joseph Fouche frowned and thought, "Contact General Rommel for me."

He planned to seek help from the army.

00:22 am.

A battalion of the Fourth Marine Corps took advantage of the darkness to surround the airport.

This is located in a small canyon…

It is surrounded by mountains. Although not high, they are relatively steep.

"Battal Commander, what's in this?" the deputy battalion commander asked Felik. Casare's younger brother was now the battalion commander, a lieutenant colonel who was less than 20 years old...

And Rommel also understood his relationship and tried to find a way to get some credit for him, this time he asked his battalion to come over.

Mexico is also about relationships.

Humanity itself is a social society.

"How do I know? Go around and fire when you encounter resistance!" Felik said in a low voice.

The deputy battalion commander nodded and waved his hand, and the soldiers went down the hillside.

But the soldier at the front didn't notice that there was a red dot under his feet and stepped on it. Then a rapid siren suddenly sounded in the airport? !

? ?

"Rush! Rush in." Felik looked ugly. There must be something wrong here. Otherwise, how could there be an infrared siren in this abandoned airport?

After hearing the order, the entire battalion charged forward, and a figure flashed across the airport, followed by gunfire.

Very courageous…

This is a battalion, with nearly 600 people!

And they beat down from the surrounding hillsides, up and down, and beat the dogs to death. Haven't you heard of it?

The battle ended quickly, only ten minutes.

There are two more prisoners…

Walking into the airport, Felik smelled a...stench in the air!

He wrinkled his nose, sniffing like a dog, looking at the hangar more than ten meters high in front of him, which was stained with rust, but for some reason, he always felt uneasy.

"Open."

The expressions of the two prisoners changed immediately and they struggled, but they became calm after being held down by the gun.

Seven or eight soldiers went up to unscrew the rusty handle.

squeak~

There was a scream at the door, and then a stench hit his face and almost swept people away.

The soldiers beside Felik couldn't help but vomit, mainly because the smell was too strong.

And he stood quietly, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank...

Have you ever seen a swarm of corpses?

I saw corpses piled up in a hill. They were all naked. They were leaning against the door. As soon as the door opened, they all slid down like a landslide. There was also a corpse about 1 meter high that came to the ground so smoothly. Li Ke's feet.

He couldn't help but vomit.

puff…

Like spraying water, last night's supper came out.

He suddenly looked towards the other three hangars, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Report it! No, I'll take care of my brother."

…

Jingle bell bell~

The phone rang suddenly, and a hand fumbled from the darkness to turn on the light. Casare got out of the bed, yawning, and his girlfriend slept next to him.

"Hello."

"Brother, it's me."

Casare smiled when he heard his younger brother's voice, "Oh, Felik, what's wrong with getting ready so late?"

"Brother, something happened."

"Something big happened!"

Felik told the story exactly as it was.

Casare's body tensed up as soon as he collapsed.

"How many...how many bodies?"

"Almost more than 10,000!"

"Send someone over quickly, something big is going to happen."

As soon as Casare hung up the phone, he didn't wear any underwear, just put on a pair outside, and ran out.

Girlfriend Hailier raised her head with sleepy eyes, "What's wrong?"

Fatty Koka didn't even have time to respond to him, so he ran away.

He knows...

Mexico is going to be famous again.

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