Working as a police officer in Mexico

U.S. time, August 9, 1990.

sunny.

Liberty Island, New York.

There was silence and solemnity in front of the ruins of the Statue of Liberty, with about 200 people from ordinary people and government departments paying their respects.

After emergency repairs, this "girl" finally held up, but if the next generation of Americans wants to see her original appearance, they can only read it in textbooks.

Of course, maybe the French still have it in their warehouses.

The memorial service was supposed to have 1,000 people.

Casare can feel from behind that the boss wants to pick up this woman!

A few words can make a woman fall?

"How much can you sponsor? Pablo has a lot of firepower. I think we need more firepower to defeat him."

Victor handed it to Casare next to him, and the other party handed it over with both hands.

If necessary, an explosive attack can be launched. As long as Victor is dead, everything will be fine.

El Mencho's breathing stagnated obviously when he heard the news, and his eyes were red, "Those three bitches, why don't they let me sell drugs? Who do they think they are? Do you want me to be their little brother?"

His eyes were ferocious and a little crazy.

However, by this time he had become an outstanding politician.

Public support is the most important thing.

The domestic anti-war wave was intense.

Bush squinted his eyes. He was old and his eyesight was not very good.

"Article 3, I hope the United States will sponsor a regiment of individual equipment."

Victor glanced at the other party. Because of his height, he could just...see...

It remains to be verified.

As we all know, the highest concentration of war deaths is urban anti-terrorism after large-scale wars. Americans experienced this deeply in Vietnam. The casualty rate at that time was unbearable for four generations of presidents from Kennedy to Ford.

Perhaps many "gurus" see the potential value of the United States.

In a residential area, a series of follow-up sneak attack plans against Victor were discovered. The tasks above were very clear, and even the escape route was clearly written.

This girl's background is just different.

"Actually, it's okay. I can take leave."

Bush's father-in-law is a manufacturing tycoon, and his mother comes from a family of financial tycoons. The Bush family's industries include oil, banks, military enterprises and even sports projects.

"That was really a good encounter, and it was also the most perfect day for me." Victor also said next to him, glancing at the other person, and his eyes widened again.

In a room next to the Statue of Liberty, Victor met Bush, one of the two most powerful men in the world.

"He won't let me live a good life. Let's not make him feel comfortable either. Let's kill Guzman first."

El Mencho took out a military dagger stuck behind his back and stabbed it directly into the woman's mouth. It was 20 centimeters long and penetrated directly!

But the man was not dead yet, his body was twitching hard, and his throat made a "loud" sound.

The room was dark.

If you include his son, later George W. Bush, their family took the oath five times in the White House.

"Their beliefs need my approval. Without my signature, any sect is illegal."

It also has its own police station, fire station and airline.

Casare, who was standing behind him, and Damon Hessef Zola, deputy commander of the Air Force Police Force, looked at each other.

After the ceremony was over, George Foreman ran over and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush invites you to meet."

MD, can you do whatever you want if you are handsome?

He looked down at his belly. Fat people are cute too, okay?

"The Gulf and Juárez groups are also oppressing us from other places and they want to devour us."

Okay...

"I will lead the team myself!"

"It seems that Mr. Richard doesn't like you." Belsaria said from the side.

“Aren’t there people like this in Tijuana?”

El Mencho glanced at him, walked out of the room, and saw a woman kneeling on the muddy ground below, trembling with fear on her face.

Victor smiled, with dimples still visible at the corners of his mouth, "Thank you very much, I think I saw an angel."

"What?"

CIA Acting Director Richard James Kerr, who had been watching from behind for a long time, stood up and said, "If you need so much weapons sponsorship, maybe the United States does not need to support you. Anyone can kill Pablo, and , you have nothing to offer the United States, sorry, I said it very directly, but wasn’t it?”

Can you be more generous? Uncle Victor felt uncomfortable hearing this.

He looked at the other party in confusion, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

The drug dealer outside heard the gunfire and rushed in. Seeing this scene, he was a little at a loss.

"I can offer my loyalty." Victor said seriously.

The light from the TV inside revealed a thin figure. El Mencho grabbed the corn rice in the basin and stuffed it into his mouth, like a starving ghost.

They all plan to subvert local political power in the United States.

In fact, I also understand that it is definitely impossible to get the other party to agree to such a large "aid". What he wants is just a way. For example, if you don't agree, then please allow me to buy.

There are smart people in the Lighthouse Country, but there are also more lunatics like this.

When Victor catches it, he will bake you in the microwave to see how many hairs you have.

"If you don't manage this kind of people well, problems will arise sooner or later!" Victor said to George Foreman.

When the woman saw El Mencho, her pupils shrank and she shook her head vigorously, "I don't dare, I don't dare, please forgive me, I will give money, my husband will give money." Her tone was full of tears.

So vulgar?

Sure enough!

Bush Sr. was still polite, at least he didn't curse.

When he was about to leave with the other party, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses... who jumped out and grabbed his shoulders.

But he quickly retracted his gaze as a gentleman, "There is only one thing in the world that everyone likes."

Victor was stuck, smiled embarrassedly at Bush Sr., and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On the back, you can see densely written on it.

"I allow the United States to send military advisers, but I don't want the CIA to interfere in my police force. This is the first point."

David Koresh wanted to speak, but was pulled away by the FBI who had surrounded him. He shouted unwillingly, "Sir, join us, the end of the world is coming!"

Bush frowned and looked at his watch, "I'm sorry, time is limited. I need to discuss with my staff and will give you a reply as soon as possible."

"No...no, we are friends, aren't we?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Victor." When the other party saw him, he smiled and stretched out his hand to greet him.

The woman opened her mouth and felt the force pulling her hair gradually increase.

You TMD, do you think Bush is a turtle in the wishing well?

Didn't you see that the old man's veins were bursting out.

"Let's talk about business. I only have ten minutes. I have to return to Washington."

An official of a country?

Victor should be considered. He came to the United States for a visit and was attacked one after another. The old face of the FBI didn't know where to put it.

"Dig out her eyeballs, I like her eyes."

The weather is not very good and foggy.

The price of M1A1 "Abrams" is not cheap, at least more than 8 million US dollars, you let him sponsor 10 at a time?

You...

"Now, let us pray for the last time, may God bless them to rest in peace."

"I think we still need to be pragmatic, sir, these weapons and equipment..." The office employee standing behind Bush saw this scene and directly came out to resolve the conflict for the boss.

Then...he died.

"Secondly, I hope to deliver our "Mustang" P51, the model is a dive type."

This response was also beyond the other party's expectations.

I'm not afraid of your bargaining, I'm afraid you won't give it.

"Do you know each other?" Bush asked with a smile.

And in order to prevent another bomb attack, there are helicopters hovering in the air.

I will negotiate with the defense department of Chrysler Corporation myself. At that time, I will buy a few, and then exchange some points myself, and it is also a way to tell the outside world.

In the 1960s, an Indian named Bhagavan Shri Rajneesh founded the "Osho Church", which made a weird combination of free love, oriental spirit, restrained capitalism and pop psychology, attracting thousands of believers.

We are Foberle, not the CIA!

"I, El Mencho, can only be the boss!"

But if the Mexicans are the ones who clean up the mess and die, what does it have to do with me?

El Mencho touched her head, grabbed her hair, looked at her horrified eyes, and whispered to El Mencho, "Why don't you listen?"

"Fourth, I hope the United States can sponsor 10 M1A1 main battle tanks and 20 M113 armored personnel carriers (APC)!"

This guy definitely has rabies, um... human rabies, he should have been bitten by the RB.

And in the room, Victor also saw an acquaintance.

Belsaria glanced at Victor, with disappointment in her deep eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty.

Victor straightened his clothes, "Okay."

This made everyone in the room stunned.

...

The Bush family is a giant.

You...

Jalisco, Guadalajara.

George Foreman paused and looked at the other party's serious expression, but the latter laughed, "Just kidding, I'm not so dictatorial."

No matter from which aspect, finance, politics, or the so-called mysterious background?

"It's not funny at all. In Latin America, no one will not be disloyal to the United States." Richard James Kerr sneered.

After all, the reward is too small, it is easy to make people "inferior".

"So many weapons..."

"Banknotes." Victor rubbed his fingers, "I'm not Mr. Richard's mistress, of course he won't like a man."

Stupid people, rich people, come quickly!

"This is my first time at Liberty Island. Do you have time? Maybe you can take me around. Of course, I can treat you to lunch."

But your fucking Victor is so hated. After the attack yesterday, local police raided the Aryan Brotherhood, M13, and Asian Boyz halls overnight.

Belsaria Rumsfeld of the Los Angeles Times!!

Then change the iconic paint, change it up, and sell it to Africa. Do you know how many I have?

What Victor hates most is this kind of doomsday advocate, who does nothing but chatters every day. His face suddenly turned black and he cursed at this David Koresh, "Get lost!"

His words obviously startled the two of them, and then Bush looked at Belsaria Rumsfeld with a strange expression, and the latter's ears... immediately turned red.

"My name is David Koresh, do you believe in the end of the world?"

"Mr. Victor."

How could they bump into each other.

A village by the sea.

Bush, who came from Washington, said a lot on the stage, and everyone wanted to doze off.

Here we are!

We were just being polite, so you are so rude?

"Ahem, let me see for myself."

"I still have to go back to work..."

His nickname is said to be because his hair is longer, but where is the hair?

Really...

...

"Including God!"

"I know the price of tanks is very expensive, I can buy them, just cheaper than the market price." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Victor spoke directly, "As long as the United States agrees."

Just when they were panicking and didn't know what to do, El Mencho's little brother, who grew up with him, and had been in prison with him in the United States, nicknamed "Cougar" Louis Rickassens-Six.

The news of the rebels was being broadcast on TV.

He got up and sent Bush out the door. When he left, the CIA boss looked at him fiercely.

In this context, it's no wonder that there are rumors that when he crashed into the sea as a pilot, the target sea area was salvaged 24 hours a day. Anyone could die, but he couldn't.

This private place is so close to Bush Sr., who would believe you if you say you have no background?

Victor is shameless, and he still looks at the other party with a smile and hope.

Victor sat up straight.

Belsaria was startled and laughed happily.

Elmencho's expression exploded immediately, "Waste! All of them are trash!" He threw the corn rice over, took out the AK47 next to him, and fired at the TV.

When the "Wolf of the Caucasus" Basayev was wanted, he was very dissatisfied when he heard that there were only 300 million rubles, thinking it was too little, and mocked, "If you don't have money, I can lend it to you, but please be generous, my head is worth more than that."

The real show began.

"Yes, sir, I have interviewed him before."

Hearing the host say that it ended in failure.

"No problem, sir, I like the United States very much, I will stay here for two more days." Victor behaved very obediently.

"We are very satisfied with your crackdown on drug dealers, but it is far from enough. We need to retaliate against them, yes, revenge! They make the United States cry, we make them bleed, in addition to the previous aid plan, do you have any other requirements?"

Fuck!

MD, what American sect is it again.

Luis Rickassens-Six nodded expressionlessly, raised his head and looked at the other party, "Boss, the Michoacan family has Guzman's help, which puts a lot of pressure on us. Our plan to enter Sinaloa may not be so easy."

"Third..."

This is called Victorism, not dictatorship. If you say it wrong, you will be shot.

Victor over there also wants to kill his mother, so you should kill him too.

"An American woman ran away and was caught back." Luis Rickassens-Six had a vocal cord injury, and his speech was noisy.

This is the American hostage he captured, and the purpose is to ask for ransom, otherwise where would the money come from to buy weapons and ammunition?

In two months, 32 Americans, 4 French, and 2 Koreans were kidnapped. The two Koreans were very disobedient and were hanged by him directly.

You are a celebrity after all.

The FBI was afraid of another incident, so it directly controlled the number of people who came to the scene to mourn. Brother, we have been pressed to the ground and embarrassed.

I understood it immediately.

Victor closed his eyes and prayed. People are dead, what's the point of praying?

On the American black market, his head is offered a bounty of 6 million US dollars.

Victor ignored him and stared at Bush. "Everyone in the world knows about the war in the Persian Gulf. I also believe that Iraqi soldiers cannot stop the Americans, but you need to maintain local order. You will always enter the anti-terrorism stage. At that time, I can send my police officers to maintain local law and order."

"Hello, Miss Belsaria."

Mexicans, traditional crafts?

Mother of murder?

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