Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 621 - 370: Ares PMC Defense Company?!_3

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The Air Force has so many bombers?

How come Kennedy doesn't know?

At most, there are only a little over 20 of them, and most are from the older generation of American planes, such as 17 B-24 bombers nicknamed "Liberator" and one F-111 fighter bomber, plus two "Super Air Fortresses" B-50 bombers!

At the time, the thing was spotted by the "satellites" above the United States, and the Yanks were clearly quite shocked.

Damn it!

Why are all of the Mexican Air Force bombers produced by the United States?

According to intelligence personnel in the United States, The Pentagon questioned United Aircraft Company and Lockheed, but they too were completely clueless.

I don't understand, I don't know, I have no idea.

Truly clueless.

The Pentagon of course didn't believe it. The planes couldn't have just appeared out of thin air; they suspected that those military industry enterprises weren't being honest, but no one suggested a thorough investigation.

You got to be kidding.

"Do we approve it or not?" his secretary asked quietly.

"Bring it to me for signing, and after that, I'll take it to the general for his signature," Kennedy said, quite responsible and not one to shirk duty; he also knew his command ability wasn't up to par, so he was willing to act as a mere "signer."

He swiftly wrote down his name, stamped it with headquarters' seal, and personally took the document to Victor.

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Standing at the door, he took a deep breath, and just as he was about to knock, the door opened, and Casare came out.

"Oh? Kennedy? You're here to see the boss?"

"Yes."

"Then come on in."

Kennedy entered the office to see the general feeding... a dog.

A border collie.

It was very obedient and understood humanity, now the beloved pet of the Governor's Mansion, where it was fed wherever it went.

It was picked up from the streets at the beginning.

"That's enough, go play," Victor patted the dog, and it trotted off with its tongue out and tail wagging, giving Kennedy an acknowledging nod as it passed him.

He also noticed the tag hanging from the dog's neck.

Upon closer inspection,

It read in Spanish: Los yanquis son malos (Yanks are bad).

Kennedy smiled and patted the dog's head.

"What's up, buddy?"

"General, here's an application report; the 1st Marine Division hopes to drop incendiary bombs on the Capital of Zacatecas State, requesting 20 sorties..."

"I recall that place has a high altitude."

"About 2,750 meters."

Victor nodded, "It's indeed tough to attack. Is 20 sorties enough?"

"Well then, let's do this: from Monday tomorrow until Friday, 20 sorties per day, bombing consecutively for five days. I want to see just how stubborn the city up there can be."

A B-24 bomber could carry 30 tons, and if they were, for example, America's E-46 cluster bombs, one weighing 500 kilograms, it could carry 60 of them!

That's over 1,200 bombs with 20 sorties.

Roughly the equivalent of dropping 600 tons of incendiary bombs in one night!

That shouldn't be a miscalculation.

Five days…

3,000 tons!

"No... isn't that a bit excessive?" Kennedy felt it was perhaps too much.

You're planning to scorch the earth.

"Prioritize production in the munitions factories, we didn't have the capability before, but now that our funds are more substantial, of course, we must drop the bombs, and we need to show the central puppet government what happens when they resist us, and let those intellectuals know that we are the ones who can protect Mexico's glory."

"To strike at the drug traffickers and the arrogance of the puppet government, even if they have an air force, they must understand, the skies of Mexico belong to us."

Victor elegantly signed his own name on the document, passed it over, "In war, only the victor has the right to speak standing up."

Kennedy nodded and took the document with both hands.

"How is Operation Mincemeat coming along?"

"We've notified Rommel, who approves of the plan, and he's going to deliberately leak the command post; however... I'm worried that this feigned failure might cause unrest within our troops, possibly leading to a greater collapse."

"I trust him."

Victor's four words made Kennedy close his mouth and nod.

"The Brazilian government hopes we can send an advisory group to guide their crackdown on slum criminal activities, what do you think?"

"Didn't Mr. Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva say he hoped we would send troops directly?"

"He's not the President yet."

Kennedy frowned, "Then I don't suggest sending advisors, who knows if there will be drug traffickers among the police we train, you could get electrocuted while taking a shower."

"The methods of Latin America's criminals are all too similar."

The Brazilian government has even less control over the slums.

The 2002 released Brazilian crime drama "City of God" chronicled the country's path of crime.

"God spent six days to create the world, and on the seventh created Rio de Janeiro."

The situation with drug traffickers there is no better than in Mexico.

The government is equally corrupt, the people equally lack education, medical care, and life resources.

But the Brazilian military can fight.

The drug trafficking activities in Brazil are primarily concentrated in the slums, areas with a chaotic social order and high crime rates. Brazilian drug trafficking organizations are relatively scattered, and although there is large-scale drug trade, overall, the Brazilian government's crackdown on drug trafficking is comparatively effective, with activities being more geographically and socially restricted.

As long as the military controls the slums, it's unlikely to harm other areas.

But in Rio de Janeiro, there are 600 slums, home to over two million people.

Victor thought Kennedy was making a good point.

"Mr. Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva also thinks we shouldn't trust some in the government, but he hopes to hire us to decapitate a few of the ringleaders who break the rules."

"Like... Bounty Hunters!"

Making money and strengthening infiltration into enemy areas? Why not.

"Who should we send?" asked Kennedy.

"Remember that private military company we set up?"

"You mean Ares Defense Company?"

"It's time to send them on an overseas mission."

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