The family's base was in the United States, and he also planned to find a politician from the same party for his granddaughter, such as the Bush Family or the long-term financially supportive Koch Family, even the so-called Rockefellers.
Not some Northern Warlord gnawing on corn in Mexico!
That's right, in his eyes, Victor was simply a savage, not yet fully evolved.
With a hundred thousand troops under his control, it wasn't even considered significant to the United States, not even a dish on the table, without any appeal.
They were all old terrapins, and he was absolutely convinced that Victor's intentions towards Belsaria were not friendly.
It was time to give him a proper knock!
The "Princess" of the Rumsfeld Family was not someone he could consider.
The roaring sound of the armed helicopter's propellers echoed through the valley.
After roughly two hours of flight, the U.S. envoy and his entourage arrived at the Juarez frontline command post.
The ground personnel down below directed the armed helicopter to land, and the old defense minister came down and looked around, thinking he was at a US military base!
"Full American equipment? Do American arsenals have orders with Mexico?" an official behind him whispered.
Pearson stood behind him, but he noticed something was off. Why was Juarez so quiet?
Could the Northern Army have taken it down already?
That seemed unlikely.
His instincts told him the Northern Army was planning something big!
Victor, dressed in military uniform, walked up with a smile, followed by military bigwigs.
This was Donald Rumsfeld's first meeting with Victor. His first impression was that he was very young, very, very young!
He himself was the youngest defense minister in American history, but even then, he was 45 years old…
"Victor is just 30 years old, right?"
"Two months shy of 30," another official quickly replied.
He was still pursuing a Bachelor of Arts at Princeton University at that age.
"Mr. Donald, good afternoon," Victor said with a smile, extending his hand.
The old defense minister didn't like him much, but he still had basic manners. He patted Victor on the shoulder.
"I am here on behalf of the U.S. Government to discuss the Mexican drug trafficking issue and the matter of American asset flights with you."
A discussion, you didn't think to schedule an appointment earlier?
Just came directly over?
Typical ill intentions!
Victor glanced at them, nodding at Pearson when he saw him.
"No problem, but knowing you were coming, I specifically prepared a ceremony I'd like you to see."
He didn't even wait for their agreement, looking at Kennedy.
The latter nodded, picked up the radio, "Begin."
The old defense minister frowned, not knowing what the other party was up to, but he felt vaguely uneasy.
In the dessert near Chihuahua State bordering Sonora State, dust suddenly rose, revealing a convoy speeding forward.
Leading the convoy was a Humvee, followed by armored vehicles and two six-wheeled 9P129 missile launchers!
The weapons on them were ready to be deployed.
Soviet "Scarab-Y" missiles, NATO codename SS-21!
Short-range tactical missiles!
Upon receiving the order, the convoy quickly stopped, the guard troops spread out, and the technicians started to operate.
The angle of the launcher adjusted.
"Coordinates, 31°44′22″N 106°29′13″W!"
The leader of the convoy was a lieutenant colonel; his gaze revealed tension, "Fire!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The missile ignited at the tail, propelling with a deafening noise, flying towards the coordinates at a visible speed.
The American officials at Juarez's command post were somewhat impatient when suddenly a dull sound came from above.
Donald Rumsfeld looked up and saw a long trail in the sky...
He suddenly widened his eyes, starting to panic, and looked at the following officials, including a CIA agent named Kenstbourg, who was gaping.
A missile wasn't shocking, but since when did Mexico have missiles?
It couldn't possibly be developed by Mexico themselves, what a joke!
Sadaam having missiles wouldn't shock the United States, but Mexico...
Both the CIA and the FBI were panicked!
The missile accurately hit a city oil depot, carrying a high-explosive bomb that detonated the target with a boom.
The several tons of oil stored in the depot became fodder for the flames, destroying nearly 20,000 square meters of buildings around it!
Equivalent to two and a half football fields.
At the second floor of Juarez Museum, Ye Jihuan gaped in shock.
He gulped down his saliva.
He led his team members to a night raid at Juarez Museum, after killing the drug traffickers inside, they were about to call for reinforcements when suddenly a message came from above, ordering them to stand by.
Everyone was to stop the assault.
He hadn't expected...
Such a massive response!
This explosive force, the middle zone was completely cleared!
He looked at the rising mushroom cloud, and his heart couldn't calm for a long time.
And the American officials witnessing all this looked at each other.
Using a missile against drug traffickers...
This was simply unprecedented in human history!
"Gentlemen, San Diego is only 19 kilometers from Tijuana," Victor turned his head to the Americans, suddenly throwing out that statement.
The well-read Donald Rumsfeld couldn't help but look grim at that moment.
"Is this a provocation and a warning?"
The American officials behind him looked on nervously, and similarly, Kennedy and the others behind Victor also had tense expressions.