Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1076 - 545: The World Stage, The Messier, The Merrier!

Southern Mediterranean. Tartus Port!

The second largest commercial and fishing port in Syria.

Later on, for its own interests, Big Bear turned this place into its military base.

However...

Now...

It has been leased by Mexico.

Nominally as a "fishing port."

Victor has never involved himself in the internal affairs of other countries (on the surface), completely unlike the Yankees next door.

But if you say the Mediterranean is rich in fisheries, then I might be interested.

Just, fellow countrymen... you all are really young, and your hair is so short, and your fishing boats are truly large.

The morning of January 10, 1993.

The weather is clear.

You can even see fish jumping out of the water.

On the outskirts of Tartus Port, the military is on high alert, with a dozen vehicles parked neatly inside, heavily guarded.

It's clearly the specifications for a presidential trip.

Isn't that the Middle East Lion—Hafez—walking at the forefront?

Though he looks thin, and his smile is gentle, this guy is a fierce one.

In 1982, because of a capital rebellion, he mobilized the armored brigade and the capital brigade commanded by his brother to suppress it. After the suppression, his brother Rifat harbored rebellious thoughts, wanting to hang his own portrait in the capital.

What does this mean?

It's as obvious as the ambition of Sima Zhao, known to everyone!

Those who support Hafez, of course, want to resist, and yet a civil war almost broke out. Hafez emerged from the hospital with his illness and entered the opposing military camp with his eldest son, loudly reprimanding the treachery!

His brother was scared speechless, utterly becoming a turtle.

After this incident, his brother was exiled to Europe…

It's apparent he is capable, but not ruthless enough towards his own people, far from the standard compared to the Sun of Asia. But then again, over there, the two brothers weren't born to the same mother, the Sun's mother was a married woman forcibly taken over by the second Sun, more on that later.

Beside him is Mahmoud, the second-in-command of Syria.

The people nearby are all high-ranking officials, the type often seen in the news.

But…

What are they all doing here?

Fishing?

Toot——

A long whistle breaks the crowd's conversations.

One of Mahmoud's subordinates standing next to him points to the distance, saying, "It's here."

Everyone looks out to see a colossal ship cutting through the waves, accompanied by a Ticonderoga-class Cruiser flying the Mexican flag.

It's like a child.

The port workers are signaling everywhere, directing the large ship to dock.

"So…huge!"

Looking at the monstrous transport ship, a Syrian couldn't help but gasp softly.

Even the Middle East Lion Hafez has a look of caution and complexity in his eyes.

The naval power of allies is formidable, which should be pleasing, yet there is a fear that another predator has arrived.

But as a competent politician, he hides his emotions well, instead smiling and asking a man next to him, "General Ferdinand Fuxu, what is this ship? Is it also under the command of the Mexican military?"

"Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, there's no need to discuss it."

Ferdinand Fuxu's mustache is quite charming; he is an expert professor from Mexico Army Command College, holding a colonel rank in the Staff Department.

Recommended by Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener as the head of the advisory group aiding Syria.

He's also an academic.

"This is a large cruise ship under the Navy's pre-positioned forces called the Alvarez, to commemorate Captain Alvarez who sacrificed in the drug industrial zone of Obregon City."

"The ship's unladen weight is 16 tons, and fully loaded it can reach over 50 tons, belonging to the Navy's pre-positioned forces, a rapid response force capable of transporting the equipment and personnel of three regiments to the designated battlefield within ten days."

"There are only three in the entire navy, and one is used for shipping weapons to you."

Ferdinand Fuxu introduces calmly.

The second-in-command Mahmoud's eyes widen, "Can your side produce such large transport ships?"

Building ships and building warships are different, but now many countries can't even build ships…

The Middle East is the same, with Iran and Turkey being the exceptions.

This is also one reason why Victor doesn't care about Israel's threat.

You can't even sail long distances, your over 200 medical staff still travel by plane to Bogota before entering Medellin.

You want to attack North America?

Swim over then?

Or rely on farting to propel a propeller to fly over?

Middle East bully, it's not a good label.

It means you are just a bully in the Middle East, understand?

A son born like Sun Quan, you think it's a compliment; it just means you are only worthy of being my son.

Ferdinand Fuxu raises his eyebrows lightly; he doesn't tell the truth, "I'm also not quite sure; I'm clueless about industry."

Actually, he knows this ultra-large transport ship is rented, provided by the Italian Fincantieri Group.

The money is there, does the stance still matter?

Hafez smiles, knowing the other is not speaking truthfully. As soon as the ship docks, he eagerly says, "Let's go see what good things our ally has brought us."

With that, he takes the lead.

The second-in-command Mahmoud and Crown Prince Basile hurriedly follow.

Once they step aboard the "Alvarez," the absurd sensation of an ephemeral view of the world grows larger.

It stretches over 500 meters long and 300 meters wide, packed with countless large containers. Just looking at it is enough to unsettle some.

A Mexican soldier with a major rank runs over, salutes Ferdinand Fuxu, then hands over a folder with both hands.