Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Commander, stop sighing. Have a drink of water," the deputy commander said with a smile, "We're the Parachute Regiment. The division commander wouldn't dream of sending us up just yet. Wait for the order."

The Parachute Regiment was proposed by Victor at the military conference in Tijuana in January 1991.

Faster, swifter, more ferocious—in delivering a strike to the enemy's rear!

But why say Victor "favored" Rommel?

Because the first-ever "Parachute Regiment" was assigned to the 4th Marine Division, and the first commander was Kurt Student, an "obscure" officer.

The regiment was composed of 3,000 men, three battalions, three 120mm self-propelled mortar companies, and three 122mm self-propelled howitzer companies—truly "airborne bandits."

When necessary, they would shine brilliantly.

Colonel Kurt Student was also waiting for this opportunity...

Hearing the deputy commander's words, all he could do was shake his head.

"Commander! Commander!" Just then, an orderly ran in from the doorway, "Division headquarters is on the phone."

Kurt Student and the others exchanged glances, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped up as if he had springs in his back, hurried to the next room, where the lights were bright, and picked up the phone on the desk.

"Hello, this is Kurt Student."

"I'm Rommel."

"Division commander!"

"What's your readiness?"

Kurt Student felt a surge of emotion, "Ready at all times, division commander!"

"Remember this," he said, hastily pulling a notebook from the desk—it was someone else's, but that was a problem for later.

Rommel repeated the plan. On hearing that the ideas matched his own predictions, Kurt Student felt not pride but tremendous pressure.

"Do you have confidence? After seizing two key points, the soldiers from Monterrey must hold out against the 61st Brigade drug traffickers and Monterrey's routed soldiers before the main force encircles them. If you can't hold them, our plan to annihilate the enemy will fail."

"Tell me if you have confidence."

"Division commander, Paratroopers are born to be surrounded! Whether we're mules or horses, we'll know once we take them out for a spin. If I let the 61st Brigade escape, you won't need to execute me; I'll shoot myself."

"I'll remember that," Rommel said, softening his tone slightly. "If you succeed, I'll commend you for a medal. Don't you want the Diamond Double Sword Silver Oak Leaf Knight's Iron Cross Medal of Colonel Ludwig Becker from the 16th Regiment? True heroes never beg for someone else's charity; they fight for honor with their own hands!"

Ludwig Becker was the "idol" of hundreds of thousands of ordinary soldiers.

As a company commander, he captured El Mencho and was awarded the first grassroots Diamond Medal. His promotion was faster than blood pressure; in just a few months, he went from a company-grade to a battalion-grade officer.

Perhaps he would become a battalion commander soon!

The Northern Army was very happy to give young people opportunities, with the average age of battalion-grade commanders at 26!

Division commanders at 31!

Such things only happened during wartime.

"Division commander, when is our turn?"

"Division headquarters will relay the order. The rest is up to you."

After hanging up the phone, Kurt Student took a deep breath and said to the staff, "Go call the company commanders over here."

"Yes!"

About six or seven minutes later, the 12 company commanders had all arrived, some of them still with sleep in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, the mission from division headquarters has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, they all perked up.

"Our unit is the Sharp Knife Group. Speak up if there's difficulty. If anyone drags their feet on the battlefield, I'll execute them myself!"

"Understood?"

All 12 company commanders and three battalion commanders shook their heads.

Kurt Student's expression was serious, "I'll be the first to board, the first to take off, the first to land. Go back and tell the soldiers that there are no cowards in the 4th Marine Division, no weaklings in the 338th Regiment!"

"Long live!"

"Loyalty!"

"Sacrifice!!!"

...

While plans were being made onshore, the Navy Boat Assault Team had already infiltrated the gulf and climbed into a ship's cabin.

Inside the ballroom, the leader Futian Xiangtailang, upon noticing that the comrades sent out to chase down intruders hadn't returned, felt something was amiss. He picked up the walkie-talkie, "Misimisi, Jing Shang, respond if you hear me."

There was no response at all.

Futian Xiangtailang's brows instantly knitted together, and he pointed to three Japanese men near the door. "Shui Valley, Ishida, Matsudaira, go out and check!"

The members of the National Essence Association, armed with AK47s, nodded vigorously and walked toward the door, but within two seconds...

"Ah!" A terrible scream changed Futian Xiangtailang's expression dramatically.

"Damn it!" A hand grenade was thrown in, bouncing and rolling a few times, and then thick smoke began to rise!

Smoke grenade!

Futian Xiangtailang covered his nose and shouted, "Fire! Fire!"

Kill the hostage!

He had completely lost his mind!

Bang! Bang!

Sudden loud noises came from above the central air conditioning as a figure leapt down and opened fire on the standing silhouette.

Rat-a-tat-tat...

The unlucky ones flanking Futian Xiangtailang were wounded, hit by bullets, and fell.

And a bullet passed through his shoulder blade, causing unbearable pain, his gun dropped to the ground, he cursed in Japanese, blinded by rage, wanting to drag the hostage down with him, but a member of the Special Combat Team who burst in through the door kicked him off with a foot!

Then they pounced, pinned his head down, and viciously smashed his face into the floor.

Directly knocking Futian Xiangtailang unconscious.

"Get the hostages out!" John McClane ordered.

Three members guarded the hostages as they ran towards the deck,"Hurry, hurry!"

"And the Asian guy?"

"I'm here!"

Meng Bo raised his hands at the door,"Officer, I'm here."

"Come check, who is the head among them."

The person rushed over, covering their mouth and nose, eyes wide open, they saw Futian Xiangtailang on the ground in red suit,"It's him."

John McClane nodded, a colleague ran over, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it through his calf!

"Ah!!!"

The "Little Japan" woke from the pain, screaming loudly.

Meng Bo also swallowed hard as Keiko, in shock, cried out and grabbed his shoulder.

Then they saw the Boat Assault Team member pull out a large line?

Threaded through his wound???

"Ever seen shark fishing?" John McClane asked.

Meng Bo shook his head, then his eyes widened!

"Officer... no... using him to fish for sharks?"

"No one can make General Victor unhappy, not even the President of the United States..." John McClane stopped mid-sentence.

Meng Bo felt like his scalp was about to explode.

Bro, I'll call you godfather, just stop talking, pretend I didn't hear anything, if you keep going, my life is over.

Several assault team members carried Futian Xiangtailang out onto the deck, where survivors stood, unsure what was happening.

Then they saw Futian Xiangtailang thrown down.

"Ah~~~"

"Splash!"

Meng Bo looked down towards the sea; there was a light appearing at the horizon, so he could vaguely see the man struggling.

"The sharks are coming!"

Keiko pointed into the distance.

Then they saw a dozen sharks, drawn by the scent of blood, fins emerging, rushing over.

"Pull him up," John McClane said.

Two assault team members pulled, hoisting Futian Xiangtailang up; the line was specially made, impossible to break, but... the wound was torn ever larger!

His screams became more and more agonized.

Meng Bo felt like ants were crawling all over him, looking at John McClane, who, behind his mask, had eyes that revealed an utter lack of humanity,"This is called shark courting, one of the Northern tortures, perfect for dealing with these types."

MD...

Victor was really like Old Bush playing with the Queen—ugly and extravagant!

And someone next to him was recording this entire scene...

He truly was a "Tyrant"!

John McClane stepped forward to the hostages,"Ladies and gentlemen, in the Governor's name, we are taking you home! We'll take you all to the hospital for a check-up."

A balding middle-aged man instantly knelt down, clutching his head and sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm still alive, I'm still alive!" a young man excitedly muttered to himself, his pupils slightly dilated.

"What about the other villains?" Keiko asked softly.

"You know what keelhauling is?"

Meng Bo swiftly pulled Keiko and waved her off,"No thanks, sir, we don't need to see."

John McClane looked at him meaningfully.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

At that moment, three helicopters from the SWAT Special Police Force of the National Guard flew in, starting to transport the hostages.

A campaign to tarnish Victor's reputation had been extinguished!

Simple, brutal, even... wild!

...