Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 599 - 363: Why Can’t the Legitimate United States be in Mexico?

Casare heard the name by his side, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent.

Victor handed his son over to the nurse, gave a few instructions to the doctor, requesting them to use the best medical equipment to take care of Krista Schroeder.

"The security level here is raised to the highest, and also, I don't want anyone outside spreading this news."

"Understood!"

"Understood."

Goebbels, the propaganda head, and Joseph Xiafei, the Guard Commander, responded.

Victor was not like those drug traffickers who would go through plastic surgery to avoid being hunted and then kill the doctors afterward.

For legitimate parties, he preferred to use "interest binding", such as giving doctors and nurses raises and providing better treatment to their families' children.

After leaving the hospital, the bodyguards had already brought the cars over, all identical Mercedes-Benzes, from which Victor casually picked one and got into.

"When the child is a year old, are you responsible for baptizing him? I want you to be his godfather."

Casare had just entered and, stunned by the boss's words, shook his hand, "I am not worthy of that..."

"If you aren't, then who in the world is?"

"We are brothers, it's agreed that my child is your child. If something happens to me one day, Caesar will need your care," Victor patted his hand.

Casare felt a bit emotional.

After all, entrusting one's child was a matter of extreme trust in both the East and the West. He wasn't pretentious anymore and nodded his head, agreeing.

As the motorcade started.

He pondered and asked, "Boss, isn't the name Caesar a bit grand? Are you planning to raise him as the legitimate heir?"

A concubine's son named Caesar Napoleon Vieri, and would the legitimate wife's son be named Brutus Wellington Vieri?

Destined enemies?

Upon hearing this, Victor leaned back, rubbing his slightly swollen neck and said with a smile, "If Europe could produce the Capet Dynasty, why can't the Habsburg family produce a Vieri Dynasty?"

Casare had a bit of brain freeze followed by astonishment.

Implement feudalism under modern civilization?

"Holy Rome is not holy, Super America is not super, why can't their legitimacy be in Mexico?"

Well…

Such unrealistic ambitions sometimes sounded ridiculous, but if Victor said it, it became thought-provoking.

Would the legitimate son be named Washington?

Good grief…

Washington as Victor's son, the thought alone was thrilling.

Casare pinched his nose bridge, "That's a grand plan."

"First things first, we'll have to kill the drug traffickers!"

When the motorcade reached a red light, George Smiley ran up from the front car and knocked on the window.

"What's the matter?"

Victor rolled down the window and asked, seeing the other's anxious demeanor.

"General, a force of over 5000 from Nuevo Leon has entered Coahuila State!"

"What's the rush?"

"Transfer the information to the staff headquarters, let them coordinate with the front line, and command the troops to take them out!"

"Understood." George Smiley took a deep breath and started coordinating with his phone.

"It looks like we've met a tough opponent. They don't even care about their homes and are now preparing to surprise their own master. Rommel would have suffered a little loss encountering these men," Victor said with a smile.

He wasn't worried at all.

Would they even make it to Tijuana?

Casare nodded slightly, "The drug traffickers do have significant numbers after all."

"Anyway, we must take Nuevo Leon. The Falken Reservoir over there can solve a lot of water issues. The Yanks are planning to come over in a few days, right? If they want a ceasefire, they can cede this area to us!"

The Falken Reservoir was crucial for both countries along the border; MacAllen on the American side relied on it. By monopolizing water, they could impose economic sanctions on Mexico.

Getting control over it wouldn't be easy.

"The situation inside the United States is tricky; they also want to completely resolve the dispute with Mexico," Casare said.

"Old Bush's health probably won't allow him to be the president again; maybe there will be an early election."

Upon hearing this, Victor asked, "Is he about to die?"

"It's not certain yet, just deteriorating."

"God bless him… may he die soon." Victor made the sign of the cross in front of his chest.

God should listen to Victor, right?

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Fourth Marine Division headquarters.

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Rommel looked serious.

The frontline troops were reporting victories, with the Northern Army having taken 7 small towns and reaching the heavily fortified Bayesie, less than 200 kilometers from Monterrey.

It appeared full victory over the territory was in sight.

Then the drug trafficker had pulled this stunt.

"Monterrey Division is making a central breakthrough into Coahuila; they mainly aim to disrupt the battle plan, forcing us to send reinforcements and ambush us on our way!"

"And second, to cut off our feinting troops' retreat path, working with the drug traffickers to encircle and defeat the Western Army."

Staff with the rank of lieutenant colonel, pointing on the map with a stick, stated this.

"Which allied unit is closest?" Rommel asked gravely.

"The resting Fifth Group of the Marine First Division stationed in southeastern Durango," a nearby staff member quickly checked the "directory", "led by Colonel William Guderian."

"Request support from the Marine First Division to enter Coahuila State to protect our feint troops' rearguard!"

"Will they rescue us?" another asked.

"According to 'wartime orders': not aiding an ally is treated as desertion!" Rommel's face turned serious, "Also appeal to the highest command."