Working as a police officer in Mexico

"What is this then..."

"Major General Maximilian Shaw, commander of the San Diego Guard Zone."

"We hope you adhere to the Geneva Conventions..."

"Hold on, hold on!"

Before the other party finished speaking, the company commander interrupted, "Why so much nonsense, it's either life or death, listen to the Supreme Leader. I'm telling you, if you want to surrender, surrender, if not, then keep fighting. If you fight to the death, there's more glory!"

Deputy Commander Fiao Thomasen saw the young soldiers on the opposite side looking at him, their eyes red.

They were just waiting for him to resist.

He felt a pit in his stomach...

Suddenly, it quieted down, he lowered his head and nodded bitterly, "I surrender."

"Take him away!"

...

8 PM on June 18th!

Mexico announced to the public that they had captured San Diego.

"Under the courageous fighting of our front-line army, we eliminated 721 enemies, captured 3677 people, killed Major General Maximilian Shaw, the Guard Zone commander, and captured Deputy Commander Fiao Thomasen. Our ground stabilization forces have quickly taken over local security and will enter military control!"

3 and a half hours...

San Diego...gone?!

The Governor's office in Sacramento.

Still brightly lit.

Normally, at this time, who would still be working in this office building?

They would be off work right on time; asking them to work overtime would be worse than asking them to die.

"Bang—"

"Rubbish! Rubbish!!"

Governor Aeguputos Ruiz angrily smashed his beloved jade plate onto the ground, shattering into several pieces instantly. He roared, "San Diego had more than 3 divisions! 3 divisions! All ran off?? The Guard Commander was killed? So many people couldn't defend San Diego after all?"

"Even if it's 3 divisions of pigs, Victor wouldn't catch them so quickly!"

Running off without a fight...

It's simply too humiliating.

Actually, San Diego originally had over 50,000 Navy personnel stationed here, because this harbor is really too important. But after Texas's independence, The Pentagon feared that California, with so many troops, might cause trouble, so they moved these people elsewhere.

Three divisions defending San Diego, part of which was the 49th Military Police Brigade, California's only Army National Guard military police brigade, mainly responsible for supporting civilian authorities (such as responding to fires, public safety incidents) and federal mission deployment.

The rest were just misfits found by themselves.

Elite forces were transferred away by The Pentagon.

"Norman Schwarzkopf misguided me!"

Governor Aeguputos Ruiz, eyes red, like a gambler, grabbed the Deputy Governor standing in front of him, "Isn't there still Minuteman III Intercontinental Missiles in Vandenberg Air Force Base? Bomb San Diego!"

"I order it, bomb San Diego!"

The Deputy Governor really wanted to check the other's forehead.

Are you brain dead or what?

"LS Power (energy infrastructure developer), Sapporo-Stone Brewing (Sapporo stone brewing company) and many other companies are in San Diego." The Deputy Governor raised his eyebrows slightly, appearing rather calm in contrast.

At worst, surrender!

If resistance doesn't yield good results, then surrender, anyways, he also had connections with Bramo.

Governor Aeguputos Ruiz: "Uh..."

Feeling the force on his clothes lessen, the Deputy Governor spoke, "Sir, Oakland has also been conquered, the Black Panther Party occupied the city hall, California is in ruins, we have two paths now, gather soldiers from Tustin Army Reserve Center and Nellis Air Force Base for a decisive battle with the Mexican Army."

"Or surrender."

"Surrender?!"

"California doesn't have a Governor who surrenders! Should I be nailed to the pillar of shame like those Black soldiers?"

The "Black soldiers" here refer to the Black soldiers from the U.S. Army's 25th Infantry Division, 24th Regiment, C Company, who were surrounded by the 39th Army of the Volunteer Army during the second battle of the Korean War, and under the Volunteer Army's psychological warfare, collectively surrendered.

This event was extremely rare in U.S. Military history and became one of the significant events of organized collective surrender.

Later, even their number was cancelled.

This incident couldn't even be tolerated by the Yankees' values.

"Gather troops and build a defensive line near Huntington Beach, Santa Ana, and Long Beach, seek assistance from The Pentagon, request support from Nevada, Oregon State, and New Mexico."

"No, no, I'll make the call myself."

"I want them to understand the danger of the dying lips."

Governor Aeguputos Ruiz naturally doesn't want to surrender, he also wants to be President, and hasn't followed Texas's independence yet because he wants to fleece The Pentagon, hoping for some benefits. But seeing these benefits coming soon, who knew the Mexicans would attack first.

F*** the squid!

Victor, RNM!

The Deputy Governor watched his busy figure and quietly left the office.

Standing at the door and smoked a cigarette.

Actually, his inner peace wasn't as calm as he appeared.

Gazing through the corridor glass at the moon outside, he took a deep breath and murmured, "Bramo's aunt married my uncle, what should I call Bramo? What should I call Victor?"

Well...

Already starting to establish connections.

...

At this moment in Mexico City.

Firecrackers boomed, voices roared.

On every street, groups of people raised their hands cheering, the bars, foot massage parlors, karaoke clubs, and even shady brothels were free all over the city!

Young people, shirtless and drunk, shoulder to shoulder, jumping hard, shouting Victor's name from their mouths.

In the distance, the policemen quietly watched, they too were enjoying this rare joy.

And Victor...

Refused Casare's proposal for a celebration.

He soaked in the Department of Defense's command room.

"The U.S. Military in California seems vulnerable, but I believe The Pentagon will definitely send troops to protect them, possibly dispatching the elite forces like the 18th Airborne Corps Military Police Battalion and the 82nd Airborne Division for a surprise attack on San Diego, or they will counterattack from Sonora State, trying to entangle our right flank." Army Chief Siegmut List offered his opinion.

"Who is guarding the right flank in Sonora State?" Victor asked.

"The 337 Army, the original commander was Ludwig Becker. After he was assigned to Bramo as a military officer, the Deputy Commander Major General Karl von Billo took over the troops." Someone next to him responded quickly.

"Major General Karl von Billo is a cautious person, he has been with our troops for a long time, with him in charge, there shouldn't be any issues. But besides that, I think we should also be cautious of New Mexico's sudden involvement. We also have troops entering California from Sonora State, if they cut off the rear, our impact will be huge."

Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener proposed another scenario.

Everyone nodded softly.

"We must understand our strategic objective, we should know when to stop, after reaching San Diego's Oceanside outskirts, linking it with Mecca on the west side, achieving the purpose of dividing North and South, half of California is enough for us to digest for a while. Then, when we follow the 'Anti-Pentagon' Allies, swallow the remaining part and New Mexico in one go."

"It's like feeding a dog, if you feed the dog too much, next time if you don't give food, the dog will bark. But if you don't feed it every day and suddenly feed it a lot one day, although the dog would be surprised, it would be very happy. What we need to do is provoke without completely cornering him, Governor Aeguputos Ruiz isn't a person who easily makes decisions."

That's the previous strategic objective agreed upon, which shouldn't be easily changed.

"Stick to the original plan, the dish is on the table, it's not going anywhere." Victor decisively suppressed everyone's greed.

He turned to his secretary, "Get some midnight snacks."

The latter agreed promptly.

"Boss, Intel's Gordon Moore wants to speak with you." Casare came over with a phone.

"Hahaha, see, that's the capitalist's face, we haven't even decided yet, but he's scared already. Let me guess, what is he here for!"

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