Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 489 - 324: War Is But a Business!_2

With the addition of a captivating narration, this documentary quickly became very popular in Mexico.

Upon revealing evidence of crimes committed by Spain in Mexico, the national disdain for Spaniards visibly skyrocketed.

Then...

The timely release about Spanish warships occupying the islands was just perfect!

On January 21, a Sunday!

A few students from the Military Glory School were out and got into a conflict with a group of local Spaniards, resulting in a brawl and the death of one cadet.

The incident caused a massive uproar.

What is a military cadet?

It’s a school Victor set up for the children of deceased or disabled military personnel, with full military training primarily aimed at developing officers, also forming the base for Victor’s future rule.

These so-called new "military vested interests" are all staunch loyalists of Victor.

The incident started when a student from the Military Glory School went out shopping and heard a Spaniard privately cursing Victor as a son of a bitch.

This could not stand.

An intense conflict erupted.

A Spaniard pulled out a machete and slashed at a student’s neck, causing direct death!

The background of the deceased was leaked.

Both his father and brother had fallen in the "Battle for the Recapture of Juarez," each honored with second-class military merits. He was the only male in his family and now he was killed, you can imagine the rage among the Mexicans!

They furiously demanded the government execute the Spaniards responsible!

Victor naturally did as they wished.

He sentenced them to hanging!

He gained another wave of prestige, demanding 2 million US dollars compensation from the Spanish Government or else military retaliation against Spain!

The Spaniards were tough too, demanding Victor release them.

Both sides fought a media war, with Goebbels constantly stirring public opinion privately.

A crowd gathered in front of the Governor’s Mansion, wishing Victor could take back the islands.

Naturally, Victor could "hardly refuse."

You see, when my family agrees that I should hit you, then you better stop blabbering!

On the early morning of January 24.

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen from the Air Force 3rd Squadron stationed at San Ignacio Airport in Southern California of Northern Mexico put on his helmet.

Today, he personally took off, leading 8 British Vickers Company "Warrior" bombers with an escort of 4 F14s and 3 MiG-31 fighter jets.

Victor was generous with the credits, understanding the importance of building an air force. Explore hidden tales at NovelBin.Côm

He directly divided the fighter squadron into 4, located in Southern California, Sonora State, Sinaloa State, and one planned inside Mexico City!

Currently, the total number of various aircraft reached 60!

This also ranked as a "Little Air Tyrant" in Latin America.

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen checked the dashboard, turned to the ground crew, who wore striking vests and waved flags.

Signaling the plane to move forward.

This military airport had a total of 6 runways, 6 planes moved into position, and with the order given, the engines roared deafeningly.

The flames began glowing blue.

Accelerate!

With a press of the accelerator, the fans spun, and the plane sprinted on the runway, finally soaring into the sky towards the target Revillagigedo Archipelago.

Using the cover of night for a surprise attack!

San Ignacio Airport was about 300 kilometers from the target, Socorro Island, over the Pacific Ocean.

No need to worry about radars.

It’s not like they could install them on the backs of whales, right?

"Can you hear me left and right? If you hear me, respond," Manfred von Richthofen communicated through the channel.

"Roger."

"Roger."

"Roger."

"Flying Fish No. 2 and two MiG-31s will bomb the military ships, the rest will bomb the island."

"Understood!"

Since we’re stranded, let’s cripple them thoroughly here!

At 3:41 AM.

This time itself was quite chaotic.

The Spaniards on Socorro Island certainly did not expect a nighttime air raid from Mexico!

Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez hadn’t even dispatched a watchman, perhaps thinking the Northern Mexican Army wouldn’t attack in this weather.

After all, the weather forecast predicted light rain.

In this, he greatly resembled the WWII monstrous general Mutaguchi Renya, at least in terms of "pride," the two were exactly the same.

Rudy Fernandez slept heavily, with wine bottles scattered around his room, and he very much enjoyed drinking.

The Anti-Viktor Alliance sent about 2000 drug traffickers up, and in his joy, he wrote a poem praising the noble character of the drug traffickers and even promised them high positions and riches on behalf of the King.

Promising Spain’s help to overthrow Victor’s tyranny!!

In his sleep...

Rudy Fernandez dreamed he was in a swimming pool, enjoying the services of prostitutes, two, three, four...

Just as he was enjoying himself immensely, someone burst through the door, screaming and rushing towards him.

Startled, he snapped open his eyes, "Don’t... don’t!"

And the officer shouting for Rudy Fernandez appeared frantic; seeing him awake, his face brightened, "General, we must go! There’s an air raid!!!"

Rudy Fernandez’s mind was blank from the alcohol, slightly stalled, the officer hurriedly put his shoes on him and dragged him out of the camp. The sight in front of him made his pupils shrink—a reflection of a sea of fire!!!