Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1050 - 538: Like Hitting a Child..._2

Chapter 1050 -538: Like Hitting a Child…_2

No wonder he personally oversaw the mobilization of elite forces to hunt them down, yet they managed to escape. There was a mole inside.

Even the CIA’s Director, Melissa Cruz, subtly hinted to him not to provoke extremist organizations anymore. Drugs, gambling, and prostitution are linked, and he’s disrupting many people’s profits.

“Cough, cough…” Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and began to cough violently. He grabbed a napkin from the table to cover his mouth and saw crimson blood on it, causing his eyelids to twitch. Just then, a knock on the door sounded. He quickly rolled up the napkin, “Come in.”

The person entering was his Chief of Staff, with a very urgent expression.

“Sir, Capitol Hill is starting an emergency meeting, preparing to impeach you!”

Carter pushed himself up from the table, but upon standing, felt his body wobble. Why didn’t he know?

Even the usually mild-mannered people couldn’t help but curse.

Madness!

“This is betrayal!!” His face was a sickly flush.

The Chief of Staff, fearing the old man would die of anger, hurriedly patted his back and whispered, “They feel your attitude towards Mexico is too weak, especially concerning the Latin American region and the Middle East. They want you to make a statement. I think this is a form of protest.”

“What do they want? To start a war with Mexico? Do they not realize that if war truly breaks out, the damage would be to them… cough, cough.” Carter coughed forcefully.

“They hope to provide more assistance to Israel and the Middle East drug cartels to counter Mexico.”

Carter abruptly looked at the Chief of Staff, his lips trembling, “Everett, are you just a messenger?”

Not directly responding, the Chief of Staff showed a sorrowful expression, “Sir, the United States… is not just your United States. They don’t want a direct conflict with Mexico, but you… make them feel weak.”

Americans are actually very complex…

Some are anti-war, some promote war, some are racially discriminative, some believe in equality for all, but concerning American interests, they are unified, especially the “Mexico theft scandal,” where communication technology, weapon technology, many official weapons of Mexico are now equipped with U.S. military gear.

Boeing claims it hasn’t sold any.

Raytheon Technologies also hasn’t bought any.

Then it’s strange, where did Mexico’s fighter jets and missiles come from?

Could they have materialized out of thin air?

The Moon’s surface really has aliens.

The CIA and FBI have already stationed themselves at various arms companies for inspection; internally, they’re also anxious, always suspecting Commissioner Smith dares to sell anything.

Yet, after checking again and again, no issues were found.

This has made many people’s nerves fray, with some congressmen believing that if things continue this way, American assets will flee to Mexico. We cannot let them easily gain influence in Latin America.

As for the peace agreement signed by Carter and Victor?

Regardless, tearing up agreements isn’t a rare occurrence; after doing it enough times, they just become more shameless.

They are afraid…

Afraid their status as the lighthouse of humanity is lost, afraid they are not the number one country in the world, afraid someone is above them.

Just like how it is with the British now.

Their ancestors prospered.

While the United States is currently prospering.

Even during WWII, so many people died, yet wasn’t it all for national interests, preserving the Emperor?

Thus, in front of interests, Americans are truly astute.

Carter sat dejectedly on the chair, muttering to himself, “Why does no one realize our society is sick? We need internal conflict resolution, not external conflict creation.”

“When internal conflicts become overwhelming, external conflicts are a kind of outlet,” Chief of Staff Everett whispered.

Carter remained silent, suddenly feeling exhausted, his posture sagging, pausing for a few minutes, as the clock on the wall ticked away.

“What other demands do they have?”

“They hope for concessions on drug legalization, adjustments for gender diversity, and allowance for the existence of far-right organizations.”

Each of these stimulates the bottom line of Carter, a traditional and conservative man.

He truly wanted to resign, but a strong sense of responsibility prevented him from voicing it. He knew if he resigned, there would be a vacancy in the presidency, leading to internal power struggles and ideological upheaval.

His current power is pathetically small.

“Let me consider it further, can I?” Carter looked at Everett, almost pleadingly. The Chief of Staff felt some pity, his heart twitched, gritted his teeth, “They’re gathered at Capitol Hill waiting for your reply.”

A coup!

At this moment, Carter suddenly thought, if Victor faced such a coup, what would he do?

Compromise?

He likely would.

Carter’s morale instantly dropped, “Let them discuss it themselves, but I hope they carefully consider, drugs and gender diversity will ruin the United States.”

Everett nodded vigorously.

Of course, he knew, but he also understood one thing: if drug use is legalized, it would reduce enforcement costs and increase government revenue. For instance, the Netherlands since 1976 has permitted limited legalization of cannabis and regulated cannabis sales to avoid competition, thereby reducing illegal transactions and criminal activities.

Furthermore…

Drug use could generate many factors, such as the need for medication treatment. Then can my pharmaceutical company launch a drug targeting you?

Heh…

Carter isn’t wrong, Congress isn’t wrong, the mistake lies in the inherent conflict between the two.

“Also, I absolutely will not allow a direct conflict with Mexico!”

Chief of Staff Everett: “They’re not fools; Mexico’s missiles can truly hit Wall Street and Washington.”

He urged Carter to rest well, then hurried off to Capitol Hill without pause.

Report~

Old Buddha, Carter agreed.

Being this President, he’s really doing it with aggrievement. He stood up, opened the window, looked down at the ground, and felt an impulse to jump.

But as the wind blew, he instantly calmed down.

Closing the window, he silently hung his head and coughed. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

…

And nobody knew.

In the pitch-black sky.

A fleet of six B-1 bombers escorted by six F15s pierced through the Pacific Ocean, heading straight for Medellin, Colombia!

They belong to Mexico’s 77th Flying Squadron.

The mission is to bomb the Medellin Cartel, armed with cluster bombs.

Taking advantage of the night, making a long-range surprise attack!

Didn’t even inform Colombia’s officials…

Taking off at one in the morning, flying close to 2 hours, arriving at Medellin around three in the morning, the bomb bays opened at nightfall, with orders from the command center, bombs were dropped!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

After the sound of air being sliced, the bombs suddenly hit the ground, followed by a loud explosion, instantly illuminating the sky, and the ground shook several times. Awoken by the massive sound, the populace jumped out of their beds, screaming and rushing outside, thinking it was an earthquake.

Some didn’t even have clothes on.

They looked at the rising, raging fire in terror, panic and screams echoed continuously.

This time, Mexico used the newly developed GBU-39 cluster bombs, light in weight, high accuracy, with a post-explosion diameter reaching 700 meters, capable of destroying 2 meters of reinforced concrete.

The first use was on the Medellin Cartel.

The six B-1 bombers dropped nearly 80 tons of bombs in total, the Medellin Cartel’s air force didn’t even take off. Watching the inferno below, the satisfied flight commander issued the order to return.

But the planes need to refuel at Salvador airport before heading back.

The streets of Medellin were filled with panicked civilians.

But war itself is just like this…

They support Medellin, they hate the government, they believe drugs can provide them with a good life, naturally, they are in opposition to Victor.

The sound of the explosion could be heard clearly even in the capital, Bogota.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

Only then did the airbase sound alarms, but by the time their Soviet-style fighter jets took off, the perpetrators had long fled.

At the same time.

December 3rd, 3AM.

Victor posted a sentence on his social media: “Our warriors have given Medellin a critical blow, hope they get up to pee.”

Instantly, journalists huddled in front of computers from various countries became alert; something happened in Medellin!

And soon, news came from Colombian journalists.

Medellin… was bombed!

Mexican air force crossed through Guatemalan, Honduran, Nicaraguan, Costa Rican airspace.

However, these nations are indeed like rotten fish and broken eggs; their air defense and radar systems are garbage. Would they detect a bomber fleet?

If this happened in Asia, all planes would’ve taken off in minutes.

All that can be said…

Mexico’s military capability is extraordinary.

Like playing with children…

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