Chapter 453 Spark Conflict! (Long Chapter)

On Christmas Day, December 25, the fall of the Soviet Union was the best gift God gave to the United States.

In the White House office.

Laughter.

James Dan Quai laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. He really wanted to be calm.

but…

When I think about the fact that the Soviet Union, which has been in a cold war with the United States for more than half a century, is gone and is still in my "term", even if I am an acting president, I may be selected when the greatest American president is selected in the future.

He just wanted to laugh.

There were many high-level officials in the office, including the Director of the CIA, the Director of the FBI, the Secretary of State, etc., all of whom looked happy.

"From now on, the dangers weighing on our heads are completely gone. From now on, the world belongs to the United States!"

James Dan Quay shouted.

Of course, everyone in the office applauded him.

"Sir, do you want to hold a press conference?" Richardson, the office secretary and consultant, asked with a smile.

"Of course, we have to express this kind of thing..."

"Heavy condolences!"

James Dan Quai couldn't help laughing again, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. This man couldn't control his private parts when he was young, couldn't control his urine when he was old, and now he can't control his tears.

"The press release is ready and ready to go," Richardson said.

"Well done."

The acting president praised him, glanced at everyone, and raised his eyebrows, "Where is our president?"

He was, of course, asking about William Jefferson.

When CIA Director Stanfield Turner heard his inquiry, his eyes revealed a meaningful look. He glanced at FBI Floyd I. Clark next to him. The latter also looked over, and the two people's eyes touched in mid-air. Touched.

"Chubby!"

"Son of a bitch."

The two people had smiles on their faces, but the curses in their eyes almost leaked out.

Everyone understood what James Dan Quai meant when he called William Jefferson at this time.

It was just that she was dissatisfied with him taking away her position and wanted to show off in front of him.

A bit childish...

Richardson covered his mouth and coughed, sneered, "Maybe celebrate somewhere else."

"Sir, we must seize the high ground of public opinion as soon as possible, let more people understand the superiority of capitalism, and combat GC-ism in South America and the Middle East." Secretary of State Addison Baker also changed the subject.

They did not want to offend the new dignitaries, nor did they want to embarrass the other party at this time.

James Dan Quai snorted coldly, stood up and straightened his clothes, half raising his head, "The press conference will be held in 30 minutes."

Secretariat consultant Richardson nodded and hurriedly went out to make arrangements. But as soon as he opened the door, he didn't notice someone outside. The two people bumped into each other with a "Peng" sound.

The latter screamed, covering his nose and squatting on the ground, blood seeping from the gaps between his fingers.

The secretary standing outside the door was also a little dizzy...

But no more.

When he saw the bleeding Richardson, three of his souls were frightened and two of them flew away, and his mind went blank.

It's over...

What's the biggest disaster you've ever gotten into at work?

Answer: Broke the big leader’s nose?

Everyone in the room also looked at this scene in surprise.

"Quickly, send him to the infirmary."

The CIA director hurriedly helped him leave.

The little secretary was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Acting President James Dan Kui frowned and looked at him up and down, "What's going on? You're in a panic. Can't you be as steady as me?!"

This reproach made the other party tremble. After he came to his senses, his second channel was opened and he spoke very fluently, "Sir, Mexico announced that it will accept the world's proletarians!"

"And announce humanitarian compensation for any Soviet veterans who have difficulties in living, and for the working class who have lost their livelihood, as long as they naturalize in Mexico, they will have living allowances!"

Quiet!

Very quiet.

The kind of silence where you can even hear a fart.

Then there was a gasp...

The air in the office was sucked thin.

Everyone looked at James Dan Quai, whose cheeks that were originally rosy with excitement suddenly turned pale.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his brain seemed to be stuck, and he didn't know what to say. Then, his vision went dark, and the last voice in his ear was:

"Sir, he fainted!! Call the doctor quickly..."

The office was in a panic.

Of course, this is not the only one.

When the "Mexico Declaration" appeared at 8:30 pm Soviet time and 9 am Washington time.

The European and American world, which symbolizes capitalism, was quiet, and then there was an uproar!

"No! No more giant bear is allowed to appear. Press him to death!" roared the British cabinet.

"Protest, protest this behavior and get out of Mexico, we don't accept it as causing trouble in North America." - Canada.

Who is not panic?

Capitalism has said that socialism is not good, this is not good, that is not good, but it has never denied that it is "the greatest ideal."

It was born in the mid-19th century, sprouted in the early 20th century, and bloomed from the 1950s to the 1970s. However, it gradually withered from East Asia in the 1980s, and finally...

Died in the Soviet Union on December 25, 1991.

This was the process of Victor's previous life, and in the end... only the sparks flickered in the Caribbean Sea.

But not now.

"In my last life, I believed the lies of the bald eagle. I threw away all my ideologies. Internally, I worshiped foreigners. My top management was corrupt. Before I died, I looked at the sky unwillingly. If I were allowed to live again, I must..."

Then, when I opened my eyes, I came to Mexico.

The bald eagle stared, oh shit...

Are you born again? !

The Soviet Union... should not be called Russia now.

Yekaterinburg.

The streets were filled with cheering crowds holding glow sticks, cheering and celebrating their rebirth.

Some people kept smashing the store in excitement, and some even set fire to the store. Some store managers sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

Someone is taking advantage of this chaos for personal gain!

Of course the local garrison in Yekaterinburg will come out to maintain stability.

Wearing helmets and holding shields, they dispersed the crowd...

They are also confused now...

Who do you serve as a soldier for?

Tear gas was thrown at the crowd. The thick smoke made everyone choke and run away with their mouths covered.

But in the thick fog, I saw a figure coming out.

A child with a schoolbag covered his mouth and carried a Soviet flag.

He walked towards the army alone, his steps were firm, and his eyes were deep with helplessness and hesitation.

None of the soldiers he stared at dared to look at each other and quickly turned their faces elsewhere.

They... felt a little guilty.

The young man stood in front of the team, slammed the flag on the ground, and shouted: "The Great Soviet Union!"

"Long live!!!!"

"Bang!!"

Along with his voice, a gunshot came from the house next to him.

In the cramped living room…

A veteran wearing a Soviet military uniform fell heavily to the ground, with multiple bullet holes in his temple, and blood instantly stained the floor.

On his hands…

Also holding a photo.

Above, a dozen young people were smiling. They stood among the ruins of the war and celebrated their victory.

They defeated the evil Germans, and they achieved a great victory, but they fell into a state of intoxication...

In the military factory, the largest firearms production site in the Soviet Union during World War II, it was completely empty.

"No more, no more, nothing is gone!!!"

An old man with gray hair, wearing a military uniform without a military rank, roared loudly, holding a shotgun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at his mouth...

Pull the trigger!

Bang~

Stuck.

He was unwilling to give in and continued to buckle...

But the gun jammed four or five times, instantly draining the old man's energy, and he slammed the gun to the ground.

The whole person fell to the ground, crying bitterly!

Deng Deng~

Chaotic and rapid footsteps sounded from outside.

"dad!"

"Mikhail!"

Two women ran in, one was young and the other was elderly. After seeing him like this, they ran over anxiously and hugged him.

"It's gone, it's all gone, Ekaterina, my motherland is gone." The old man cried while holding his wife.

The old woman was also sad and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Dad, let's go to Mexico. There is still fire in Mexico." The daughter said soothingly, wiping her tears.

"Mexico is calling out to all those who believe in communism, you can help them develop weapons and re-establish the utopia!

Of course the old man had heard of Mexico. He raised his head, his red and swollen eyes filled with hope, but soon dimmed, "I'm old..."

"dad!"

The daughter held his hand tightly and said, "You are young for your ideal!"

"Moreover, no one can say that the father of AK47 is old!!"

This old man is clearly Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov!

He looked at his wife, who looked at him and nodded heavily, "Go, just like when we were young, we... can continue to fight."

"The Soviet Union was never a country, but... a spirit."

…

News of the collapse of the Soviet Union will be a hot topic in the coming months.

Those who are at a loss just stare and don’t know what to do, while those who are prepared have their mouths full of oil.

Especially Mexico, which was the first to hold high the "new fire".

in the office.

Smoke surrounds.

Victor was speaking, and a group of senior executives were taking notes.

"Priority will be given to skilled Soviet citizens with certificates of naturalization."

"To protect highly sophisticated technical personnel, there must be no accident. The Americans will definitely cause trouble among them, especially the "experimental group" headed by Oleg Lavrentiev."

Victor paused here and looked at George Smiley, "The Internal Affairs Department will use the same specifications to protect me. If something happens to them..."

The leader of the Thirteen Taibao immediately stood up and said, "I promise to complete the mission unless the enemy steps on our corpses."

Victor snorted, "Don't sound so happy, you should also know their use, they can be worth 20 troops!"

"Especially on our turf."

Of course everyone understands what this "experimental group" means.

That was Oleg Lavrentiev. Anyone familiar with physics should know what his status is.

"Goebbels, you have to pay attention to public opinion propaganda. What Europeans and Americans like most is talking nonsense with their mouths."

The Propaganda Minister also nodded slightly.

Victor took a long breath, "Gentlemen, when did we start being bullied by the United States?"

"1846!"

"Since the beginning of the U.S.-Mexican War, those bandits and rapists from Europe have regarded North America as their independent territory and slaughtered all the Indians. When we wanted to strengthen ourselves, from the moment we launched the anti-drug war, they He started to obstruct me in every possible way, why?”

"They are afraid, afraid of geopolitical destruction!"

"But the more this happens, the less we can compromise. The earth is not beautiful, it belongs to all mankind."

"We are doing great things!"

Casare stood up after hearing this, his face flushed, "Loyal!"

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"loyalty!!"

"Long live!!"

Victor stood up and saluted, "Everyone please encourage me."

Everyone felt full of strength, and their eyes were shining when they left the office.

Victor stopped Defense Secretary Kennedy and Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener.

Just when the two of them didn't understand, his first words cheered them up.

"What do you think about launching a southern offensive next May?"

Is this going to wipe out all the drug dealers in the south? !

Victor pressed the cigarette on the ashtray, his eyes a little nervous, "The drug dealers in the south have always been like a thorn in our hearts. When we had good relations with the Americans, they secretly helped us, let alone the stalemate now." Yes, they will definitely support us without any reservation.”

after all…

This is a war of faith.

In essence, it is the subjugation of the country and the annihilation of the species.

Kennedy and Horatio looked at each other, and finally the former thought for a moment, "We fight the southern drug dealers like we fight dogs, but we are afraid that the US military will be involved, so if we want to fight, I suggest we solve it quickly!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded, "I agree."

"According to intelligence, the largest Gulf group in the southern camp is already at odds with Los Zetas. It was Colombian Pablo who mediated the last time, but the anger is still there. Those of us who have infiltrated can just provoke civil strife. Just around the corner.”

"Draw up a combat plan, conduct war games, and conduct everything according to actual combat."

"clear."

"Don't tell others about this matter first. Let's discuss it within the army first."

The two looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Just when Victor was about to continue talking, the phone on the table rang.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey~"

"General, this is the Coastal Defense Command. My name is Erich Albert Raeder. I have something important to report. Two US cruisers are blocking our merchant ships and blocking our waters!"

At the Port of San Luca in Baja California, Redel held the phone and looked at the Bainbridge and Long Beach on the sea with bright eyes, squinting and speaking in a nervous tone.

He was afraid... that he couldn't help but fuck them.

As a directly subordinate military force, the Coast Guard Corps has the right to report to the National Palace.

After all, Mexico is not afraid of ground fire, and its 250,000-strong army can handle it no matter what.

But the sudden attack at sea is the most terrifying.

Those two cruisers were chasing a cruise ship...

Walking like a dog.

"Has the other party entered our waters?"

"No…"

There was silence on the other end of the phone and he asked again, "Is it true?"

Erich Albert Raeder immediately became alert and said, "Yes! They are shelling us!"

"Kill them!"

"clear!"

The commander of the coastal defense regiment hung up the phone, his eyes brightened, and he picked up the intercom in the command post, "Everyone is in position, adjust the scale..."

The soldiers of the coastal defense regiment who had already been in position began to hold their breath and concentrate.

In addition to the MK7 406mm main gun, the port is also equipped with the Soviet AK-726, a twin-barreled 76.2mm (3-inch) naval gun.

and 6 "Secret Weapons!"

А-222Берег "Coast" self-propelled shore gun!

This thing was produced in the Soviet Union in the 1980s, but it had to wait until 1993 to appear in front of the public, so it is not called this name now.

Instead, do as the Romans do.

Follow Mexico's call: "Victor" shore artillery.

"put!"

As Redel's order was issued, the artillery fired!

According to the plan, kill one ship first...

The unfortunate Bainbridge, under the gaze...

Hit the deck!

It was all sudden.

The other Long Beach was like a "cheerleader" in a group fight. When he saw his "brother" being beaten, he subconsciously wanted to come over and help.

But the shore artillery defense was too dense, and he was scared again...

Directly, run away!

That's right, he ran away in front of everyone's eyes.

The Bainbridge is now finished.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" the captain yelled, but the answer he got was...

"Sir, our weapons system was destroyed..." the sailor said with a sad face.

The captain was stunned. He looked at the panicked soldiers and was a little at a loss.

The naval literacy of the US military...

They were all used up during World War II, and today's generals are a little overwhelmed when facing emergencies.

"The ship is sinking!"

I don’t know who shouted.

I saw a dozen sailors jumping into the sea with swimming rings on them.

"Sir, run quickly." The deputy captain dragged him onto the boat.

"No! No! I want to live and die with the Bainbridge!" the captain shouted...

But his feet were running very fast.

They have no intention of dying in the line of duty. If they die, they will really have nothing.

A group of senior officials boarded the lifeboat and ran away.

In the distance, everyone was in a trance looking at the burning Bainbridge.

The captains all knelt on the lifeboat and hammered hard.

December 27th.

"Marine conflict breaks out in Cape Mong, San Luca!"

The Pentagon is in shock!

"This is war! This is a declaration of war!" Acting President James Dan Quai slammed the table hard.

Rumsfeld, the old defense minister next to him, did not speak this time.

He also feels...

Victor had gone too far.

We are just "navigating freely" on the sea and you are going to destroy us?

Is this more domineering than the Soviet Union? !

Most importantly, he was also dissatisfied with Victor's blatant inheritance of the Soviet Union's legacy.

What do you want to do?

Didn’t they agree that the Vieri family and the Rumsfeld family would share North America?

You are too disobedient.

If you don't obey, you will be beaten.

"Send troops now. There needs to be a war between the United States and Mexico."

"Cough cough cough..." Secretariat consultant Richardson coughed hard.

He glanced helplessly at James Dan Quai, who also came to his senses.

He is not the president.

He is an agent, used for transition, and will only be gone for a month at most.

What he said didn't count.

James Dan Quay is silent…

The office was also extremely quiet.

"Is there no way to sanction him?" He finally shouted in dissatisfaction.

"have."

Just when everyone didn't know how to answer, someone spoke.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was the old Defense Secretary Rumsfeld.

"We can kill the Soviet Union with gossip, and we can kill Viktor with the same tactics."

He said it in an understatement, but everyone could feel the strong murderous aura in it.

"Isn't he calling for GC-ism?"

"Then let's show everyone how rich Victor is!"

"Can a rich man sympathize with the working class? No! Impossible!"

"Let everyone see his ugly face."

Rumsfeld said this and slammed the table hard.

The papers on the table fell to the floor.

James Dan Quai's right eye trembled in fright, and he looked at consultant Richardson.

The two people's eyes seemed to be communicating.

Isn’t this old man’s granddaughter having an affair with Victor? Why is he so excited?

Who knows?

"Sir, leave this matter to me." Rumsfeld said gloomily.

The acting president nodded subconsciously.

"Then I'll leave first." The old man stood up and walked out, but suddenly stopped, "We can't let the Mexicans take advantage of it. I think that in addition to blocking the territorial waters, we also need to block the airspace to allow the aircraft carrier to approach Baja California Sur."

"Let the whole world see our anger!"

"We will never allow the Nordic giant to awaken in North America. The future should only belong to the United States."

After saying that, the old defense chief left, his back looking very decisive and chic.

James Dan Quai was immediately stunned.

Exhale a breath.

"Just do as he says."

"We need to get our face back."

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