Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 225 Armed rebellion!

"What happened this afternoon must not happen again! Our target of protection actually escaped from our protection circle. This is a very low mistake!"

George Foreman, who is in charge of Victor's safety in the Special Intelligence Agency, frowned and cursed at his subordinates.

If there is a problem, it will be their face.

"Boss, this Mexican has offended many people since he came to the United States. Those street gangs have issued death threats to him." A subordinate spoke up.

"Gangs can't become a big deal! They are in the United States. The complete political system and the complete national system protect them." George Foreman put his hands on his waist and said word by word, "But the rats in the sewer can't climb over our heads. If he dares to mess around, we will kill them."

This is true. What the hell is the California 18th Street Gang and the "Florencia 13". Gangs are always gangs and can't be on the stage. If you change to Mexico, you will threaten Victor like this. The threatening letter sent in the afternoon, even your dog was killed that night, so the sound system of the United States also protects them.

But you are wrong to say that they are useless.

Medellin fought with local gangs on the streets of San Francisco for nearly a year to seize the drug market. There was no way, Pablo could not send troops in.

Some gangs on the US-Mexico border have also evolved into "paramilitary" units, and many gangs in the United States are transnational organizations.

For example, "MS-13" originated in El Salvador, and the members of the gang are all over Latin America, and have participated in drug trafficking in Guatemala and Mexico.

Relying on US dollars, there are arms transactions with the US National Guard!

Victor's Tijuana has also discovered many of their branches, and no matter what, they are all crushed to death, and his drug crackdown has seriously affected the income of domestic gangs in the United States.

Many of their gangs cannot sell drugs, so they can only increase other violent crimes, such as kidnapping, extortion, murder, etc.

The pressure on domestic security in the United States has increased a lot.

Do you think the local police will have a good impression of Victor?

The American Mafia even held a meeting specifically for this purpose, the content was how to maintain the American market when the Mexican supply was scarce.

In the end, after much discussion, there was only one solution, Victor should die.

Only when he died could everyone continue to live.

Lower California and Sonora were stuck in the supply channel in Arizona. You don’t know that the price of ordinary drugs in the local area has soared to 3 times!

Many drug addicts can’t even drive to Mexico to buy drugs directly from drug dealers.

So, to a certain extent, Mexico is related to the food problem of many people in the United States. If Victor really comes to power, NMD, all American gangs will lose their drug sources.

All gang members will become monks!

So, at a deeper level, it is still a struggle for interests. Too many people want Victor to die.

Under the bullet, all beings are equal.

Victor can come to the United States, which means that he fully meets the needs of the United States at present. If drug dealers come to power at any time, he will be abandoned.

6:15 pm.

Victor came out of the room and took a shower without perfume.

Why would a grown man spray perfume!

He entered the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Would you like one? Authentic Tijuana, Mexico." Victor saw George Foreman staring at his cigarette and thought he wanted to smoke, so he handed it to him politely.

"No, sir, it's just that you have a heavy addiction to smoking."

"At least two packs a day."

George Foreman nodded, "Then you have to take care of your body, smoking is harmful to health."

Victor was startled, looked at him and smiled and thanked him, "But I'm afraid I can't change it. Women are interested in me smoking and drinking. If I don't touch anything, what's the point of being a man."

Ding Dong~

"We're on the first floor!"

The SIS employees standing outside went out first to expand the protection circle, and then Victor came out with Casare and his group. George Foreman followed him, looking around with eagle eyes.

This hotel...

is not reserved.

There were many people coming in and out of the Wyndham Hotel. When he got out of the elevator, many people were throwing flyers and shouting accusations.

Jason Bourne noticed something nearby. The man who was reading a newspaper near the window in the upper right corner put down the newspaper, walked over, and put his hands in his pockets!

"Be careful!!"

The man had a deep hostility on his face, and was obviously unhappy, and rushed towards Victor.

George Foreman obviously noticed this, and hurriedly shouted to other security personnel, and he went up and hit the other person on the chin.

Really...

Casare stood behind and saw the man "flying", with his head tilted back and his teeth spinning in the air.

The man was pressed to the ground with blood all over his face. The punch was not light, and he was obviously fainted.

A group of people protected Victor as he walked out of the hotel and got into the car.

The crowd outside was obviously more than what he saw in the afternoon, densely packed, and the police at least tripled.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!" Seeing his car, the supporters shouted wildly and waved their flags vigorously.

Victor waved his hand with satisfaction.

"Mr. George Foreman, can I trouble you for something?"

The captain of the Secret Service sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and said, "Please go ahead."

"Please contact the hotel for me and ask them to prepare some food and water for the supporters outside. I will pay for all the expenses. It is only for my supporters. Let the opponents eat shit."

George Foreman thought it was some other request, but it turned out to be this. He nodded, "OK, I'll arrange it."

"Thank you very much. Also, I believe that bastard's face is definitely more seriously injured than your hand." Victor said with a smile.

"It is our duty to protect your safety."

The dinner was arranged in the City Hall in New York City, which is about 20 minutes away from the hotel.

Along the way, Victor saw different protest slogans.

Anyway, whatever is filthy is fine.

At about 6:45, the motorcade arrived at the destination.

The red carpet has been laid outside, and there are reporters all around. Damn, if you don't know, you might think it's the Cannes Film Festival.

Victor is now a darling of traffic. On the BBS, his topics are all over the page. If you click on any of them, you will see his photos, and a group of people are fighting each other on them.

Some people even made private appointments to fight after cursing.

The BBS at that time was, well... very exciting.

There is nothing that is not on the list except what you can't think of.

As soon as Victor got out of the car, the reporters came over and were blocked by the police.

"Mr. Victor, the family of the man you beat up this afternoon accused you of intentional injury and felt that your behavior towards their son was cruel. He is just a 21-year-old young man. Did you hit him too hard?"

"Please call his parents over. I will beat them up and tell them what family education is! What is the three views? If a family that can raise such a child is placed in Mexico, in my territory, I will hang them to death."

George Foreman's mouth was numb next to him, and he lowered his voice, "Sir, please stop making these remarks."

This continued provocation, he was really afraid that there would be greater danger during this period.

It was still difficult for "Big Mouth" Victor to stop talking. He could only reluctantly say, "I'll try my best!"

"Sir! Sir! What do you think about the drug problem in the United States?"

"Mr. Victor, some people say that you are exercising high-pressure rule in Mexico. You don't allow them to grow cash crops and don't allow them to take drugs. Do you think this is a violation of human rights?"

Victor's expression was really twitching slowly.

MD!

How could there be such a mentally retarded problem!

He took a deep breath and walked into the City Hall. The mayor of New York and many celebrities greeted him at the door.

Victor also saw many familiar faces, such as Alec Baldwin, who was very popular in the United States with "The Doctor".

And Tom Cruise, who became famous for starring in "Top Gun" in 1986 and was nominated for the Best Actor at the 62nd Academy Awards in 1990 with "Born on the Fourth of July".

And Steven Spielberg, who directed "Jaws" and "E.T. the Extraterrestrial".

…

These people later influenced Hollywood and several generations of American people.

"Good evening, Mr. Victor." The mayor of New York extended his hand to shake his hand, and then introduced other officials standing next to him, as well as some celebrities.

"Leona Helmsley, the real estate queen of New York, hahaha, she is a very, very, very great woman."

"Good evening, ma'am." Victor kissed her hand very gentlemanly. Don't say, a 70-year-old woman, with this kind of maintenance, her skin is pretty good.

Leona Helmsley is worth at least more than 4 billion US dollars.

A rich old lady.

"I'm afraid I don't need to introduce this one." The mayor of New York pulled the bearded man over and joked, "No one can refuse his movies."

"Hello, Mr. Spielberg."

"Good evening, Mr. Victor, I know you, I have been paying attention to you since you were the chief of the Guadalupe Island Police Department." The other party said.

This surprised Victor, who smiled and said, "Oh? That's my honor."

"I think you are a charming person. If possible, I want to make a character movie for you, yours!"

"Do you also support drug prohibition?"

Steven Spielberg laughed when he heard this, but he didn't comment on it, because many screenwriters and directors in Hollywood have a history of drug abuse.

River Phoenix died of drug abuse, and his brother is the famous Joaquin Phoenix, who played the guy in "Hitchcock's Suspense Tales".

They call it: let your mind fly for creation.

In fact, it's just a TMD excuse.

What other pleasure can be compared to glue? If it doesn't work, buy a masturbation cup.

Spielberg doesn't want to offend some people in the circle, his career is booming.

"I'm happy to work with you, but don't portray me as a tyrant." Victor joked.

If my biographical movie is released!

I must let all Mexicans watch it, isn't it...boosting the box office?

Who the hell doesn't know how to do this?

The mayor of New York was about to introduce the next person, a fat man wearing sunglasses? So cool?

Before he could say anything, the fat man went straight to the point, "Sir, I oppose your anti-drug speech!"

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Bang!

The sky was flashing with lightning.

It was pouring rain in Tijuana.

"Meinas, close the window." The woman in the kitchen called out, and the little boy who was watching cartoons responded, but he still looked back three times, staring at the TV, afraid of missing anything.

He closed the window with force, and was about to go back when he saw... a dozen vehicles appeared on the road downstairs, including an armored vehicle!

"Mom, there are police cars."

The woman didn't even raise her head, "Maybe they are on patrol, go wash your hands and eat."

The little boy agreed, but he always felt a little confused.

This patrol... Why did it go to the city hall?

Demetrius was sitting in a police Hummer.

He had no expression, but the cigarette butt under his feet showed that he was very nervous, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Tonight, take down the city hall!

Control everyone inside, and his men were divided into three groups, one team went to the airport, and one team went to the TV station.

As long as he succeeded here, Mexico City could pull down Cuauhcmote.

He wanted to overthrow Victor!

Go and kill his minions first!

When they were near the city hall, they were stopped by the sentry. Two National Guard policemen came over, wearing raincoats, and knocked on the window.

Demetrius handed over his ID.

The other party checked it, saluted and greeted him.

"Sir, it's so late, what can I do for you?" asked a police sergeant.

"Don't bother with things that you shouldn't be involved in, just do your job well." Demetrius said with a fierce face.

After being scolded like this, they shrank their heads and let them pass directly.

Watching the convoy pass the checkpoint, the sergeant who asked the question suddenly felt something was wrong. Why are there armored vehicles here!

Moreover, these people are armed with live ammunition!

Moreover... there are people standing directly on the Hummer holding heavy machine guns. It's raining heavily. Damn, you don't hide in the car, but you are getting wet in the rain. You love your work so much.

Definitely not simple!

Armed... mutiny?

The word suddenly flashed through his mind, and a gust of wind blew, accompanied by rain, making him shiver suddenly.

"Stop! Stop! Quick, sound the alarm."

This sergeant came from the front-line police force and served at the grassroots level. He was not like the new recruits who had just joined the police force and were confused.

When he found something wrong, he took decisive action.

The subordinate police officer rushed to the sentry box, but before he ran two steps, he was discovered by the "rebels" driving heavy machine guns, who turned the muzzle and shot at him directly!

Bang, bang, bang...

The bullets directly shattered the police officer, and his body staggered to the ground.

"Traitor! Traitor!" The police sergeant shouted, pulling out his weapon to fight back, but there was no cover at all, and he was shot into a sieve, kneeling on the ground, and then fell to the side with his eyes wide open.

Demetrius looked heavy, "Go in!"

"Occupy the city hall!"

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