The Hague hasn't even had the chance to try me yet, and you're suing me?
Besides, the relationship between pharmaceutical companies and drug traffickers has always been murky; Victor wanted to kill them long ago.
Just then, there came a knock on the door; Horatio Herbert Kitchener returned with a very grave expression.
"General, I support that we go to war with the U.S. Military over water resources, but I think not now..."
Victor paused, then laughed out loud, "Of course, I understand. We have to eliminate the other small fry before taking on the BOSS. Isn't that how it's done in video games?"
Seeing that the General had a clear train of thought, Horatio Herbert Kitchener breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the other would lose reason due to anger.
"I just want to tell some people that on my turf, my rules are the rules! Capital? It must also serve my rule!"
The Chief of Staff nodded.
"Your visit isn't just about this matter, is it?"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener hurriedly handed over a document, "This is the operational plan. We'll launch an attack at dawn on February 28th against the pirates that occupy the Revillagigedo Archipelago!"
"The air forces will first strike Roca Partida Island and Clarion Island, left and right, with 7 IL-76 Transport Planes conducting a heavy equipment airdrop! They will airdrop T-72 tanks and BMD-1 paratrooper combat vehicles, and An-10 Transport Planes will air-drop 1600 paratroopers, seizing the beachhead and performing point-to-point explosive assaults.
"Operation code-named Dawn Goddess by the Staff."
This strategy is simply audacious.
Airdropping onto islands is inherently a do-or-die tactic, especially a heavy equipment drop at dawn – it's pitch-black, testing one's psychological resolve and tactics.
However, Victor's paratroopers were not to be trifled with; his early direct units were modeled after Germany's GSG9 and were too valuable to be deployed to the frontline. In later reforms, about 7000 soldiers from two units were converted into paratroopers.
In other words, including 3000 from the Marine Corps, a total of more than 10,000 soldiers will take part in the mission.
"Very bold," Victor said, looking up at him.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener: "War is but a game for the brave, where the victors revel in cheers, and the vanquished receive mourning!"
Emperor nodded, picked up a pen, signed his name on the document, and handed it over.
Sinaloa State. Outside Culiacán City, in the "American Industrial Zone."
This was previously designated as their office by the government.
All American enterprises, including Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Medtronic, Stryker!
Covering an area of 70 square kilometers, over 120,000 people work for them, affecting the lives of more than 700,000 family members!
With such a behemoth lying here, do you think Victor would be at ease?
Most importantly, this industrial zone is the largest in Mexico.
People often say Koreans can't go through birth, aging, sickness, and death without Samsung, but isn't it the same in Mexico? Birth, aging, sickness, and death, all dependent on American capital.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Just when people's guard was down.
Suddenly, more than twenty armored vehicles drove up outside the industrial park, with the lead Humvee soldiers demanding the security guards to open the gate.
The security guard was also American; seeing so many soldiers, his heart skipped, "I need to ask for instructions."
"Ask for instructions? Motherfucker! Don't you know who's the boss in Mexico?"
"This... the industrial park rules, we have to register..."
The arrogant Northern Army struck with a gun butt, "Register? Next time we go to the White House, we're also fucking driving tanks!"
"Surround the place!"
Over 800 soldiers surrounded the industrial park, blocking all the roads. A major led a group in, ordering who should go where while he himself, with others, stormed into a pharmaceutical company.
The receptionist inside was stunned to see so many soldiers rushing in!
She instinctively wanted to stop them, but seeing the Northern Army cock their rifles, she trembled and quickly pressed a button under the desk.
A lamp in the factory manager's office lit up immediately.
Alikanmu Mille was startled, but his expression quickly changed; the lamp was installed later and meant an uncontrollable situation had arisen.
As he reached the door, he saw it being rudely knocked open.
A bunch of soldiers with weapons stormed in.
"Who... who are you?"
"By the order of the Governor's Mansion, we've come to discuss a business proposition, " the Major waved, and an officer behind him stuffed a stack of papers into his chest.
Alikanmu Mille looked at it and his expression soured.
A company called Northern Mexico Investment Company wanted to take a majority stake, and they were only willing to invest 20 million US dollars!
"Is this a robbery?!" Alikanmu Mille shouted discontentedly. If this sold for twenty million, he'd be chopped into two thousand pieces by the big boss when he got back.
The Major, hearing his words, was expressionless.
"What do you think we're doing right now?"
"No bullshit, sign or confiscate, you choose."
Sweat seeped from Alikanmu Mille's forehead.
Just then, gunshots came from the neighboring building; his pupils shrank at the realization they were actually killing people!
But Emperor is still not the worst; just look at Africa, when the warlords rise, they simply take everything, who would give you money?
Those warlords are even less reasonable.
Victor at least offered 20 million US dollars.
Leaving the equipment and everything.
Alikanmu Mille saw the hand on the trigger and hurriedly shivered, "I'll sign! I'll sign!"
He hastily scribbled a pile of signatures.
"Let's go, fall out!" The Major waved.
Alikanmu Mille stared wide-eyed and grabbed the man's arm, "Sir, sir... the money, where is the money?"
The Major glanced at his subordinate, who handed him a black case.
Can 20 million US dollars even fit in there?
Alikanmu Mille placed the case on the table and opened it; seeing the contents, he gasped and passed out!
Inside was a stack of paper.
Government bond purchase certificates from the Governorship of Northern Mexico.
20 million US dollars!
Subordinates outside rushed in, panicked, helping Alikanmu Mille catch his breath. Coming to, he screamed hysterically.
"Victor, I curse your fucking name!!"