Working as a police officer in Mexico

Hesitating about being a leader!

Victor looked up at Kennedy and casually tossed the zppo in his hand onto the table; the lighter slid smoothly, "If our regime is stable, even if they want to judge us, they can't. If our regime is unstable, even stray dogs on the roadside can bark wildly at us."

"Ultimately, it's about speaking with strength."

"As for whether they'll join forces to take us down?"

Victor pondered for a moment, "We're wandering on the Latin American territory right now, not damaging the Europeans' interests. Maybe, they're secretly delighted at our Latin American troubles."

This statement was very blunt, indeed.

During World War II, why was Germany hit? Little Mustache's ambition was too great; he wanted land, which was driving people to national extinction!

But entering modern times, with productivity greatly improved, land, honestly, has less utility to a certain extent; no one would aim for this goal.

As long as Victor doesn't mess around in mainland Europe, basically no country would use all its power to bring you down.

At the end of the day...

It's still just one sentence.

Everyone should clear the snow in front of their own door, not caring about the frost on others' roofs.

This statement undoubtedly gave Kennedy a dose of a booster; he nodded vigorously, "I'll issue the order right away."

"Use my phone to call."

Kennedy responded, made a call back to the Department of Defense, and glanced at the Supreme Leader outside the window, "Hello, it's me. By order of the Supreme Leader, issue the operational directive; order Cuba Base and Eastern Theater to dispatch bombers, cancel regular ammunition, carrying K-77 bombs and GBU-43 large air-blast bombs."

"Conduct indiscriminate bombing on the main communities where Haitian gangs are assembling!"

The person on the other end said something; Kennedy frowned and scolded, "Execute the order!"

After speaking, he hung up heavily.

Victor, with a cigar in his mouth, squinted his eyes as if looking out towards Haiti from the window.

When Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener received the order, his hand trembled as well.

As a senior military official, he knew the contents of the GBU-43 large air-blast bomb.

This is a super-large bomb developed by Mexico, with an explosive power equivalent to 11 tons of TNT.

This bomb contains about 8 tons of explosives internally, its explosive power equivalent to 11 tons of TNT, with a blast radius of about 150 meters.

It's a thermobaric bomb, using high-energy explosives rich in elements like aluminum, boron, silicon, titanium, and magnesium to produce a powerful anoxic explosion. In a fraction of a second, it absorbs surrounding oxygen to unleash a terrifying explosive power, achieving destructive effects on fortifications, personnel, and equipment.

It's said that the United States is also working on it.

"Proceed according to the plan, quickly relay to the combat troops."

Located northeast of Guantanamo City, the capital of Guantanamo Province in eastern Cuba.

This was originally U.S. territory, but after the US-Mexico War, Cuba completely threw in with Ren Lian, and this base was abolished.

Now it's a Mexican Air Force base.

The base commander is Ernst Udet, a Mexican top-level pilot, only 26 years old.

Upon receiving the order, he immediately commanded someone to replace the bombs on the B-1 bombers with K-77 bombs.

Ground personnel hurriedly unloaded regular bombs and replaced them with incendiary bombs.

The base, long under combat readiness, has strong practical capabilities.

Two F16E fighters took off first, paving the way for the bombers behind, clearing the field.

Base Commander Ernst Udet personally went into action, piloting the B-1 bomber, glanced at the ground crew below, who waved flags, signaling readiness.

Push the throttle to the bottom; the F101 turbofan engine began to emit a green glow, the air trembled with intense heat.

"Boom——"

With a loud roar, three B-1 bombers swiftly took off, followed by three F16Es.

Flying towards Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

No need to fly too high...

Concerned that before you ascend, you're already there.

It's mainly too close; the two places are less than 80 kilometers apart.

For fighters and bombers, it's just a matter of flooring the throttle.

Ernst Udet wore earmuffs and looked at the co-pilot, "Remind the ground troops to leave the combat zone as much as possible."

"Don't turn into roast suckling pigs together then."

The co-pilot smiled and responded, adjusted the channel, "This is the Cuba Base bombing group, calling Haiti."

"Zzzzzzz—"

"Received, please speak."

"We will bomb Kenskov, Karefu Street, Lasalin, Rabule District; combat units swiftly withdraw."

"Copy that!"

The co-pilot turned off the channel, and at that moment, the radar suddenly issued an alert.

"Foreign military aircraft spotted on the right."

Ernst Udet calmly ordered, "Bat, handle it."

"Received."

The F16E fighter escorting on the right detached from the formation and flew over.

It spotted an F15 piercing through the clouds, rapidly rushing forward.

Calling the counterpart on the public channel.

"This is the U.S. Air Force performing a patrol mission; please do not interfere with my normal flight!"

Already knew it's this troublemaker!

Came right over smelling the trouble.

The Mexican F16E pilot quickly moved beside, flying in sync, extremely close; the wingtips almost touching faces.

U.S. Military (angered): "Do not obstruct my normal navigation!"

"You got a temper, fire control aiming at me, you son of a b****!"

The public channel echoed the arrogant voice of the Mexican Air Force.

The Yankees were enraged, eyes turning red, wondering what's intolerable, as soon as they hesitated, seeing the neighboring F16E charging straight over.

"F***! F***! Madman!!"