Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1078 - 545: The Global Stage, Come If You Love Chaos! _3

No money involved.

The cost of a Standard-2 missile for the U.S. military is 2 million US dollars...

There must be some kickbacks.

If Mexico builds it themselves, the cost can be reduced by about 15%~30%.

The defense industry—whatever the Yanks say, there's no transparency at all.

"Lock on!"

"Beep beep beep—" The radar sounded.

"Three, two, one, launch!"

This weapon is as fierce as an eagle, but the slogan sounds like a rabbit, the Mexican Army... indescribable.

With the press of the launch button,

three cruisers collectively launched 10 Standard-2 missiles.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The tail fins were still smoking.

Charging towards the two incoming F15 fighter jets.

The pilot at the front deftly dodged, but didn't have time to celebrate as his eyes widened.

Boom—

He was ejected out immediately.

His body rapidly descended, and as he opened his parachute, he heard an explosion overhead.

The plane behind was also hit and plunged into the sea, burning with flames.

The parachuting pilot seemed quite old, his hair bald. Looking at the desolate sea around him, he swallowed and pinched his nose, falling down directly.

The seawater instantly engulfed him, and the massive parachute covered him completely.

I'm screwed...!

If he couldn't flip it over, he would surely die; a water-soaked parachute was unbelievably heavy.

Just as he was about to faint, the parachute on top was suddenly torn open by a huge force, and he vaguely heard some voices before he was pulled onto a boat.

Two Syrian soldiers kicked him hard in the stomach, causing the Israeli pilot to spit out a mouthful of water.

"Why is this pilot so old? He seems really familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before."

"Who cares."

A slap came over, grabbing his collar, "What's your name!"

The water-spitting Israeli soldier remained silent, playing dead.

The speedboat dragged him back to Tartus Port.

Like dragging a dead dog, they hauled him up.

The surrounding soldiers pointed and whispered, making him hang his head in shame, playing along.

Hafez, hearing that an Israeli soldier was captured alive, excitedly came to see.

Capturing a pilot alive was rare in such confrontations.

"Lift his head," Hafez said.

A nearby soldier kicked him in the chest, forcefully lifting his head.

The captive struggled stiffly.

"Huh?!"

Hafez found him increasingly familiar, frowning, pondering carefully, his eyes widening.

"Benjamin Netanyahu!!!"

Before he could speak, Mahmoud, usually calm and composure, suddenly shouted in a broken voice.

Crown Prince Basile covered his ears in pain, glanced at him, gritting his teeth.

Then he sharply looked at the captured soldier.

What?

What! What! What!!

Benjamin Netanyahu!!!

Everyone gasped.

This was the top candidate for the "Likud Group" leadership.

Oh my gosh.

He was captured?

The pilot, hearing everyone call his name, felt a chill in his heart, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Do you want to live or die?" Hafez shouted loudly.

Benjamin Netanyahu opened his mouth, wanting to sacrifice himself for his country, but...

Thinking of his current life, he hesitated.

Not everyone is willing to give up a good life for death.

At least Benjamin Netanyahu wasn't that kind of person.

"Live or die?" he was asked sternly again.

"Live."

Benjamin Netanyahu murmured his response.

"Why did you personally fly the fighter? I'm quite curious about this," Ferdinand Fuxu said with interest.

This was a candidate from the Likud Group, intended to lead in the future, now captured alive.

Hahaha...

"It must be for votes. This old guy has flown over Syria more than once as a fighter pilot and often boasts about it on TV," Basile scoffed from the side.

This political stunt truly led to his downfall.

"Hand him over to us, sir. In our hands, you can get a lot more out of him." Ferdinand Fuxu smiled and said.

Hafez frowned. He also needed such feats to elevate his domestic prestige, especially with the dissatisfaction from the "MSL Brotherhood."

However, bilateral relations were also crucial. He hesitated, "I need to borrow him for a week before handing him over to you."

"No problem."

Ferdinand Fuxu nodded with satisfaction.

Capturing such a significant figure could add stars to his rank!

Everybody wins, everyone has a bright future.

Excited, the Syrian authorities announced that day, they had downed two Israeli F15 fighters and captured the Likud Group candidate.

This news in the Middle East was like a massive bomb, instantly invigorating the nearly lifeless Arab world.

???

Wow, Syria, you're so impressive now?

The powder keg beneath began to fill with intrigue again, with many observing nations sensing something amiss.

Israel was quite amusing.

Their official statement: nothing of the sort happened, it was all Syrian imagination, completely groundless.

Half an hour later.

The "National Freedom Alliance Newspaper" owned by the Likud Group confirmed the truth of the matter.

It's so hilarious.

...

On the streets of Mexico City.

Since the mobilization order was announced on the 8th...

The public, of course, supported it, blood donation vehicles were seen parked in every street and alley.