Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 647 - 381: Kennedy Wearing a Skull - What the Hell! _3

Popovich still had some nerve.

"Including Spain, the United Kingdom, France, and so on, as long as they are willing, we can allow their troops to be stationed!"

Anyway, they've already sold out to the United States, so it's no loss to sell out to other countries too.

They can't lose their own authority!

It would be best for a small world war to break out in Mexico—I just refuse to believe the Northern Army could take on several countries at once.

"Where are the Southern reinforcements?"

Aldous Wendell hurried to the map and pointed, "Brigade Commander Alex Phillips has already broken through to China, just 300 kilometers from Monterrey, and has recaptured 17 villages and 2 towns along the way."

"They've moved that quickly? No skirmishes on the way?" Popovich asked, somewhat surprised.

"There were, but they were scattered, and according to him, the combat effectiveness of the Northern Rebel's Marine Fourth Division is loose; they are no match at all, and their will to fight is very poor. They run after an exchange of fire..."

"Then why is Monterrey under siege?"

Aldous Wendell said softly, "Could it be that the local soldiers are even worse? It's said that Jose Andres Guardado is illiterate. What does he know about the military? Right, that Marine Fourth Division is said to be newly formed, and Rommel is an unknown nobody. Now that he's been killed, it's only natural."

"Big brother, if the siege of Monterrey gets lifted, then whether the Guardado family wishes to remain local would still be at your mercy, wouldn't it?"

Popovich nodded. Although he always felt something was off, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, "You're right!"

Hearing the praise from his own big brother, Aldous Wendell was also happy, starting to display his "military genius" abilities.

Pointing at the map to "Guanajuato State," "San Luis Potosi," and "Crete State," he said, "Big brother, we now need to launch a large-scale campaign, assembling the forces from three states to counter-attack against Michoacan State, Zacatecas State, and Jalisco State!"

Seeing Popovich's shocked expression, he hurried to say, "Just hear me out."

"First, Zacatecas has just been through Victor's incendiary bombardment—it's almost deserted, and the Northern Army inside does not want to stay there any longer. With 200,000 refugees pouring into Guanajuato, what will these people do without homes? We can completely arm them and then have them rush into Zacatecas State. These people may not be the strongest fighters, but most of them are indigenous locals, whose stamina and familiarity with the terrain are certainly superior to the Northern Army's—we can have them conduct guerrilla warfare."

"Second, the Northern Army has a shortage of troops; we can't allow them to continue to grow, or we will always be on the defensive."

"Third, while Victor is still unsettled and local policies are sharp, we can entirely start a public opinion campaign, preaching to the local populace, especially considering the drug traffickers still have significant influence there."

"So, big brother, the above three points are our proof, proving that we must win!"

Popovich looked at Aldous Wendell as if he had seen a ghost, wondering why his little brother had suddenly become so formidable.

"Did Miley teach you this?"

"How could that be? I thought of it myself, even your brother can make progress," Aldous Wendell stated, somewhat hurt to see his big brother doubting him.

"Then do you know how much it will cost to give weapons to those 200,000 refugees?"

"I've asked around; the Soviet Union really isn't doing well now. One can of food can trade for an AK47 and 10 bullets. We're low on weapons, but we can look to them. Don't we still have some spare supplies in the warehouse? Let's bring them out to use in case of emergencies!"

Aldous Wendell spoke more and more fluidly, "Moreover, big brother, do you know how many armed individuals we have now?"

Popovich looked embarrassed and shook his head.

He really didn't know.

"More than 80,000 people!"

The other suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"How do we have so many?"

"If not for Victor's counterproductive measures, enforcing drug trafficking complicity laws, many people can no longer survive and have had to run to the South. Then there are many who were already armed drug traffickers, their combat strength is unquestionable."

"These 80,000 charging forward—even if they were 80,000 pigs, the Northern Army would be scared to death!"

Upon hearing this, Popovich felt his spirit soar, pacing back and forth in the office.

"Big brother, with the Southern reinforcements aiding New Leon State, we also need to show our strength, or else in the future, they will become masters instead. Just spread out the battle line, and Victor will naturally collapse."

"Big brother, don't hesitate, hesitation leads to trouble."

Aldous Wendell was like a gambler going all in!

Popovich suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at his brother, and Aldous was startled, "Then who do you think should command these soldiers?"

His elder brother was moved!

"Get an American?"

"The tactics of the Americans are just so-so, really basic stuff. They simply don't have the capability, their command is lacking. If it weren't for their stubbornness, do you think we would be in such a state against the Northern Army? They were able to defeat Iraq and Panama entirely because of their weapon superiority, but now they refuse to provide us with modern weapons. If they were to command, they'd just be a waste of space."

"Then who do you think is better?"

Aldous Wendell took a deep breath and pointed at himself, "Big brother, let me do it."

"?????"

Popovich stared at his brother, who volunteered himself, in complete shock, then coughed, "You... you take command? No, no."

"Big brother, when have I, your brother, ever done you harm? This kind of battle is easy to fight. Just charge straight through and cause chaos among their ranks, take out the local forces. I even have a combat manual, should I show it to you?"

"You're all prepared?"

"Yes!"

Popovich didn't quite trust his brother's abilities, but the other was so confident it left him hesitating. After thinking for a moment, he told him to go ahead and prepare.

"Just leave it to me, big brother!"

Aldous Wendell jumped for joy and left immediately, without even closing the door behind him, like a child.

Seeing this, Popovich grew even more worried.

Once Aldous returned to his office, he immediately said to his secretary, "Don't let anyone disturb me, got it?"

"Understood!" The female secretary nodded eagerly.

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The door closed, but then opened again, a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the doorknob.

The secretary was confused.

The second in command was up to something again.

Aldous Wendell sat in the chair and booted up the computer, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

At this time, computer usage was quite widespread in North America. For the wealthy families next door in Mexico, it was certainly affordable, and it made for efficient work, breaking the traditional sense of "hassle."

He turned on the computer and clumsily opened the BBS forum.

He found what he was looking for in one of the categories.

"Opinions and Analysis on the Mexican Drug War!"

The page was packed with dense text.

And those "three reasons" Aldous Wendell had just mentioned were found right there!

Moreover, there were tactical simulations!

It was simply awe-inspiring!

"From here on out, it's up to me!" His eyes shone as he began copying his "homework."

But, a BBS teaching how to fight a war? That's a bit too absurd!!!

It was as unbelievable as Kennedy putting his skull back together—utterly ghostly!

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