Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 449 - 308: You are here to surrender, aren’t you?

"Black Hawk Down" had escalated the issue significantly!

This was the greatest loss in special operations that the American had experienced since World War II.

The following day, Old Bush’s party suffered queries from the "Blue" party, expressing dissatisfaction with his role in this operation and demanding his resignation to account to the soldiers’ families.

This triggered a backlash from Old Bush’s supporters, and a near brawl in Parliament, with a grim-faced Old Bush only managing to leave the premises under the protection of the Special Service Bureau.

A black woman with big wavy hair grabbed her high heel and hurled it at Old Bush, striking his head with a clanging sound, while she furiously shouted, "You killer, you XXXX motherf****er ..."

The latter part of this, in a country like the United States, had to be "pixelated."

Old Bush held his head while the black woman, about to remove another shoe, was pinned down by two agents from the Special Service Bureau. She was tough too, biting one bodyguard’s arm and choking him, two against one.

Old Bush’s face turned green!

And some reporters who thrived on sensationalism even ran to the streets to interview passersby.

"Bush? He’s just an idiot! If I ever see him, I’m going to cut off his balls!" an old man, who was trimming grass, menacingly said while waving his scissors.

"I’m never voting for him again; he’s just terrible," a woman walking with her child said, shaking her head and barely concealing her disappointment.

Originally gaining popular support for overthrowing the "Noriega" government, Old Bush, at that moment, seemed just like a "pathetic bug."

Even prominent international figures criticized his decisions.

Meanwhile, in Mexico.

An extreme "Anti-American" sentiment was brewing. From the 19th-century US-Mexico war, indemnities to contemporary times where American capital monopolized even the drinking water in Mexico, of the over 1100 funeral homes nationwide, 1000 were owned by the American funeral conglomerate Robert Walterley.

Even death was a luxury!

Not to mention basic infrastructure.

The Mexican Governor’s Palace dispatched hundreds of speakers deep into rural areas, cities, docks, and many entertainment venues.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

At a bar on the docks of Ensenada in Baja California State.

A middle-aged man on stage passionately shouted, "What are we to the Americans? We are mere wandering farmers, we are blood banks, we are the lowest of the low, they unabashedly exalt themselves, preaching their wealth while forgetting our suffering."

"When did we start fighting for freedom and independence?"

"During the Age of Exploration? Or since the US-Mexico war?"

"For centuries, we’ve sacrificed much for our homelands, but now, as they watch us potentially freeing ourselves from drugs under General Victor’s leadership, they panic, why?"

"They fear someone challenging their throne, they fear those they scorned standing before them as equals, they... fear our rise!"

"So! We must stand by Governor Victor, our Savior!"

Dock workers looked at each other. An excited young man, about 18 with short hair, suddenly stood up, "How can we help the Governor?"

"Enlist, go enlist, become the Governor’s soldiers, fight for Mexico’s freedom!" the speaker raised his fist.

Meanwhile, Victor was awarding medals to individuals and teams who had shown outstanding performance in the battle, not caring at all about the American’s current thoughts, broadcasting the entire event live.

Originally, some soldiers wanted to behead the corpses and even parade them around in pickup trucks, but Victor stopped them, why?

Because he was kind!

Coming off the stage, the newly appointed head of the Foreign Military Intelligence Service, Augustine Przybylski, leaned in, lowering his voice, "General, ’Aphrodite’ has sent a message."

"The Americans have set up a negotiation team, led by Donald Rumsfeld, to retrieve U.S. military soldiers; their bottom line and negotiable standards are all on paper..."

Augustine Przybylski handed over the intelligence.

Victor’s eyes gleamed; damn, the Americans hadn’t even started negotiations, yet their bargaining chips were already known.

Victor became genuinely curious, looking at Augustine Przybylski, "Who exactly is this ’Aphrodite’?"

Hearing his boss ask this, Augustine showed hesitation but soon nodded, whispering in Victor’s ear.

"Him?" Victor suddenly looked up, quite astonished, "How did you manage to insert him?"

"Ideals and beliefs, sir."

That sounded damn mysterious!

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Victor paused, then laughing said, "Yes, defeating capitalism is everyone’s striving belief!"

But he could never have guessed, ’Aphrodite’ was...

Old Bush’s executive secretary, the assistant for national security affairs, Bahash Johnson!

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Damn!

Indeed...

Who doesn’t know... the Emperor.

"It seems we can demand more from the Americans." Victor’s smile was harder to suppress than an AK47.

...

Richard James Curl was having a hard time.

The failure of the operation was due to a leak of intelligence.

Very few knew of this operation, all in high positions that could make the United States tremble with a mere stomp; however, in his frenzied search, he indeed found some clues.