People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

At this moment, if you look down from the air, you can clearly see that Mexico City has been completely turned into a battlefield and no longer resembles its former self.

Ah!

God knows how many people are screaming, and how many are falling down.

On this night, human life is utterly worthless and can be harvested at will.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes.

The hundreds of paratroopers sent by Ding Ze have been killed one after another, leaving only half of them.

The good news is that the Presidential Palace is now visible, almost within sight.

"Charge!!" someone shouted.

One after another, figures rushed rapidly toward the Presidential Palace.

Seeing this, the soldiers guarding the presidential palace, though terrified, gritted their teeth and, under the general's orders, took the initiative to fight.

boom! boom! boom!

The army's tanks fired.

Every shell that falls takes a group of people to hell for a spin.

Boom boom boom!

The paratroopers from Dongfeng Security were continuously firing RPGs.

The two sides went back and forth, seemingly having a great time.

Time passed second by second.

Unbeknownst to them, the area around the presidential palace was littered with corpses and rivers of blood, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Many of the paratroopers sent by Dongfeng Security have died, leaving only about a hundred men, while many soldiers remain.

The difference in numbers between the two sides is simply too great.

The outcome of this charge was, in fact, already predetermined.

Even so, the remaining people continued their charge toward the presidential palace without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

If there's a large difference in the number of people, then use order cancellations to make up for it.

The remaining paratroopers started throwing the bombs they had brought with them.

In an instant, explosions erupted one after another around the Presidential Palace, without stopping.

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The highway was deserted.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, received a report from Mexico City.

The paratroopers have almost all been killed, and most of the protesting civilians have also died.

Mexican government soldiers also suffered a staggering number of deaths, at least a thousand, possibly more.

Both sides were practically trading their lives for each other; it was an incredibly brutal and chaotic scene.

After hanging up the phone, Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, said nothing, and silently stared ahead.

This is war, and war inevitably involves sacrifices, which can be quite extreme.

But even so...

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So many employees of Dongfeng Security sacrificed their lives in foreign lands... It's still very tragic.

Ding Ze may indeed be a madman, but it still touched me somewhat.

Another hour passed quietly.

Ding Ze and his group were not far from Mexico City.

And so, what was meant to happen, happened.

A large number of soldiers appeared ahead.

Kill kill kill!

Ding Ze saw it immediately and, without hesitation, personally led his team to begin the slaughter.

Five minutes, ten minutes.

Ding Ze and his group fought their way through, routing the army and leaving them in disarray. However, they did not annihilate them completely, but instead used this bloody path to speed towards Mexico City.

This happened once, twice, three times...

Finally, Ding Ze led his army to a spot a dozen miles outside Mexico City. In just a few more minutes, the final battle would begin.

*******

at this time.

Ding Ze's phone rang.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number. Ding Ze glanced at it and found it a bit strange, since very few people knew the number of his satellite phone.

Press to connect.

The person on the other end immediately introduced themselves, stating that they were from the CIA, "Mr. Ding, the CIA has already made the necessary arrangements in Mexico City..."

"The garrison at one of the entrances won't resist and will let you in directly. You can go through that side."

Ding Ze smiled. "Okay, which entrance?"

The call ended quickly.

Ding Ze immediately called Eddie Thomas again to confirm the authenticity of the news.

The call goes through in seconds.

Eddie Thomas didn't waste any words and gave a straightforward confirmation. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Mr. Ding, what's the deal with that nuclear submarine?"

Ding Ze grinned, not feeling there was anything to hide, and answered directly, "I bought it in Panama a while ago."

Eddie Thomas: "....."

Damn it.

This world is truly a mess.

Which country is this that sells nuclear submarines abroad?

What a departure!

Eddie Thomas said helplessly, "That nuclear submarine cannot enter American waters, at least not until you get government approval, and I can't help you with that."

“Okay, no problem, I’ll put it on the high seas,” Ding Ze said.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Eddie Thomas said without further ado, and then hung up the phone.

Ding Ze put away his phone and immediately issued an order to change direction and move towards the entrance guarded by the traitorous troops.

Everything went very smoothly.

Ding Ze's remaining 20,000 men advanced smoothly into Mexico City without firing a single shot.

This is the end.

Mexico City is practically half-occupied.

Next, the army will head straight for the Presidential Palace, and once that's done, the job can be basically finished.

******

presidential palace.

They received news that one of the troops had turned traitor and let over 20,000 members of the Guadalajara Group in...

President Malik was in despair.

What else is there to do?

That's it!

Run for your lives!

President Malik decided to flee.

However, before fleeing, President Malik was still unwilling to give up and issued another order, commanding the other troops in the city to do whatever it takes to eliminate the Guadalajara Group, defend the presidential palace, and protect Mexico, their homeland.

These politicians are very skilled at spouting eloquent rhetoric.

The other troops who had not betrayed the group immediately moved out in unison and began to besiege the Guadalajara group.

Mexico City has been completely transformed into a battlefield.

At the same time, President Malik, escorted by his confidants, fled at full speed. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 257 The President is Captured Alive, the War is About to End