Working as a police officer in Mexico

Commander John McClane glanced at his wristwatch.

It was a Special Forces exclusive product made by the Swiss Traser Company, often seen in European and American movies.

Its selling points were affordability, durability, and practicality.

He looked up at the moonlight, took a deep breath, and was about to lean backward into the sea when a sudden crackling noise erupted in his earpiece.

"Wizard, this is Mount Olympus, we have spotted a Japanese warship 13 nautical miles to your northwest, rapidly approaching..."

Upon hearing this, John McClane immediately stood up and looked towards the northwest, 26 nautical miles... which is about 48 kilometers, impossible to see anything.

"What does headquarters mean?" he pressed his earpiece and asked.

"We can't predict their intentions, air forces are en route to intercept, accelerate the rescue operations."

John McClane cursed under his breath, "Understood!"

He put on his goggles, leaned back, and plunged into the water!

Instantly, it was pitch black before his eyes, his eyes momentarily adjusted, and anyone claustrophobic would have gone mad at that moment alone.

John McClane turned on his flashlight, and suddenly, a large face surged towards him, startling him, but he calmed down upon realizing it was just a shark. Relieved, he activated the underwater booster and headed towards the "Grand Duke Viktor."

Coahuila State, Monclova military airport.

Alarm sounds blared abruptly.

Well-trained personnel jumped out of their beds, quickly dressed, and entered battle positions.

Orders were soon issued to deploy 3 F-15E jets, nicknamed "Attack Hawk."

"Keep the Japanese warships under aerial surveillance, prevent them from entering the international waters through the Gulf of Mexico, fire is authorized! Gentlemen, the time for the nation and the people to need you has come, territorial waters, airspace, territory, and fighter jets coexist!"

Fifteen minutes later, the F-15Es took off!

The night combat capability of the Northern Army forces was unrivaled in Latin America; many classic battles occurred at night.

Flying east from Coahuila State for over twenty minutes, the radar at the designated location displayed the warship's position, not even attempting to hide, speeding brazenly.

Similarly, the Taifeng-class Destroyer, nicknamed "Hokkaido," also detected the aircraft.

Beep beep beep~

The sounds from the radar screen were short and forceful.

Captain Otsuka Koji's expression was grim, in his 40s, and his crow's feet were pronounced. He was born in the Satsuma Domain, graduated from the "Maritime Self-Defense Force First Technical College and Officer Candidate School," a name perhaps unfamiliar, but infamous during World War II.

"Jiangtian Island Naval Academy"!

Influential World War II-era Japanese officers like Yamamoto Isoroku, Ozawa Jisaburo, and Nan Yun Zhongyi all graduated from there.

Although it was abolished after 1945, there remained a so-called "Samurai Spirit" and a symbolic status system called "Hammock Number."

Otsuka Koji, who graduated in 1972, came from a prominent warrior family in the Satsuma Domain. His father served on the "Yukikaze," and had a relatively long life, dying of lung cancer in 1971.

With his family background and personal abilities, Otsuka Koji had become Captain by the age of 40 and continuously rose through the ranks, currently serving as the Deputy Chief of the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force with the rank of Major General. This time, He and "Hokkaido" had come to America to "pay respects to the big boss."

Just as they were about to return, they received a message from Base Camp hoping "Hokkaido" would enter international waters to block Mexico's rescue plans for "Grand Duke Viktor."

If they were to kill everyone aboard, the "Northern Tyrant" would be disgraced worldwide!

And then, Japan stepping in to apprehend the thugs from the "National Essence Association" could greatly alter the image of Japan in the hearts of the world's nations.

Otsuka Koji had expressed that this plan was foolish!

And it would provoke retaliation from the Northern Army.

But Base Camp completely disregarded this…

All capable individuals had been sentenced or killed, and those who came up were incompetent.

Otsuka Koji looked at the red dots on the radar, frowning, "They're coming fast."

"Standard-1 Air Defense Missiles, activate! All hands to battle stations, signal the enemy approach, but do not impede our navigation, otherwise, it will be considered as provocation, retaliate on the spot!"

The Bugler quickly relayed Otsuka Koji's words, his English sounded... like diarrhea.

"Please leave!"

The Bugler repeated, "Please leave!"

But before he could finish, the radar operator suddenly lowered his voice, "The enemy has launched missiles!"

Beep beep beep~

Otsuka Koji's pupils dilated, unable to help himself from yelling, "Activate air defense, launch chaff and smoke, close defense artillery, fire! Standard 1 retaliate!"

The Northern Army Air Force, freshly pulled from their beds, was clearly irritable, and in fact, could not understand English...

Couldn't you just speak Spanish, damn it?

Foreign pilots understand English to avoid conflict with the U.S. military and to learn from America's advanced experience, but Mexico does not need that...

Hey!

My main objective here is to enforce drug laws, not to be hindered by America.

You speak English, I don't understand.

Directly ordered to launch.

Three AGM-86 cruise missiles flew towards "Hokkaido" from different angles.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~

The warship deployed smoke and decoy flares, making the sky spectacular. The Taifeng-class Destroyer's close defense cannons were not self-controlled, meaning they had to be manually operated.

A slender Little Devil squeezed into the control room, the space was cramped, he activated the fire control, and began sweeping fiercely at the incoming missiles.

Tat-tat-tat~

Under the barrage of gunfire, he actually managed to explode one in mid-air, with a loud boom, blossoming into a fireball...