Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 405 - 293: "Northern Recovery Plan!"2

This is a newly established group, mainly composed of newly recruited rookies as well as so old soldiers who form the core.

Sixty thousand rookies finally "graduated"; twelve reinforced groups were added, each with 5000 people...

It’s always necessary to bring out the rookies to experience the big scenes, the Fifth Group’s Commander William Goodrian squinted at the blazing fire, expressionless.

"When dealing with the enemy hidden in the mountains, what we need to do is burn them out! Force them out of the mountains; the sky, the sea, the land belongs to us."

Douglas Hague, the adjutant next to him, thoroughly agreed with this seemingly "foolish" tactic and greatly admired it, "War is destruction. Only those savages from the Soviet Union would engage in public security battles with the Afghans in the mountains."

"On the tactical level you can disdain your opponent, but strategically you must take them seriously. The drug traffickers have started to employ guerrilla warfare, which is not a good sign. It ans the enemy we’re facing is getting craftier..."

Rembering a phrase from the "Victor Theory," Goodrian blurted out, "We must drown the drug traffickers in the vast sea of people’s war!"

Deputy Commander Douglas Hague nodded his head.

In fact, the Fifth Group had no idea who was inside the mountain!

After their establishnt in the rear, they were pulled straight to the front lines of Sinaloa State, where villagers at the foot of the mountains reported sightings of "unidentified ard" personnel appearing and entering the mountains.

The command post assud that there was a drug trafficker guerrilla team hidden there and directly deployed the Fifth Group with a strategy of aerial firepower crushing and ground infantry rushing in.

If they knew that El ncho had fled, they would definitely charge forward howling.

The mountain fire grew fiercer and fiercer!

"Commander, the Northern Army now has 16 groups. I heard that they’re starting to establish divisions and corps?" Douglas Hague suddenly asked.

"What, are you interested?"

If it were soone else being asked, they might shake their head and be polite, but Hague’s eyes blazed with ambition, "A soldier who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good soldier."

"And..."

Hague paused, "No matter which system is adopted for generals in the future, the position available to is limited. A soldier must establish enough rit on the battlefield to obtain the position they desire. Aren’t you interested, Commander?"

Goodrian just smiled and didn’t answer.

Of course, he was interested in competing for that division commander position; a division was nearly 20,000 people, NMD, just thinking about it was thrilling, but he had only been a commander for a short while, and it wasn’t like he would rocket up so quickly.

Seeing that the commander didn’t continue, Hague didn’t ask further.

But he knew...

If he had no ambition, he’d have gone ho to farm long ago. Who would join the army then?

...

Vienna International Airport in Austria.

The Austrian officials who ca to see him off were too moved!

Victor was finally leaving.

It wasn’t easy...

This guy was too much of a troublemaker.

Sucessive events in xico directly affected the stability of the European world, and the "Miracle of the Virgin" incident in that great cathedral was seen as a joke by many.

Nurous theologians ca out and said, "Victor is a swindler!" Your journey continues with .Côm

So scientists also said that it is possible to create an appearance of the Virgin Mary under certain environntal conditions, and this was a fraudulent tactic.

In Italy, where the Roman Curia is located, more than a thousand people stord the Vatican, demanding a crusade to xico at St. Peter’s Basilica to burn those who insulted God.

There were also many Austrians who demanded their governnt keep Victor and convict him; the parliant was in an uproar.

Now that he was finally leaving...

No more fighting in parliant, how nice.

Victor was quite considerate, leaving directly after the transfer and security personnel had rested overnight.

Looking down at the Austrian officials waving their hands vigorously from the window, Victor smiled slightly, closed the window, and said a significant phrase to his brigade leader Jason Bourne, "Stupid Austrians occupy such vast lands, which is a gift from God and also God’s aversion."

"Find soone to infiltrate, get a thorough understanding of Austria’s intelligence."

Jason Bourne’s eyes widened.

Boss... you’re not going to blitzkrieg Austria, are you?

If Little Mustache knew soone was stealing his holand decades later, would he wake up?

"Don’t worry, I’m not arrogant enough to take on the whole world by myself," Victor said with a smirk to Jason, who chuckled awkwardly.

Picking up a newspaper, the main source of world information was still print dia. Austrian newspapers had eight out of ten articles bad-mouthing Victor in various ways, but the language was rather single-purpose.

The language was devoid of lethality, just things like swindler, bastard, etc.

It didn’t affect Victor at all.

The formula for insulting: subject opponent’s female relatives verb.

anwhile, one piece of news in the remaining publications caught his attention.

The United States Coalition Forces in Kuwait suffered a night raid by the Iraqi Army, resulting in heavy casualties, and the frontline commander Morikas Enders, Major General, was relieved on the spot.

According to insiders: xico’s "Anubis" tank crew destroyed 7 Iraqi T72 tanks in a head-to-head battle and was awarded an honorary dal by the United States combat command!

"Do you know about this?" Victor frowned.

Jason Bourne leaned over to take a look, with a completely clueless face.

"From now on, keep inford about the expeditionary forces’ affairs at the first instance. The Austrians have already hit the news, and I’m still in the dark. Has the salary provided to you been too high that you all have beco complacent?"

The security personnel beside him all bowed their heads, not daring to utter a word.