Working as a police officer in Mexico

The dark night in New York is really beautiful.

There are neon lights everywhere and swaying ladies standing on the roadside.

The wind blows.

Oh, what a waste of time.

Nothing to wear!

A pure black Mazda Eunos Cosmo was parked at a red light. Inside the car, Kashima Noriyasu, who was sitting in the back seat, had his eyes tied, and there were younger brothers on the left and right supporting him.

"Where are you taking me! Bagaya Road..." Noriyoshi Kashima struggled, "I am an overseas member of the Sumiyoshi Society of Japan!"

He was swearing, sometimes in English, sometimes in Japanese.

Mike Corleone frowned, raised his head and glanced at the reflector. The younger brother immediately felt his elder brother's displeasure.

The man on the left elbowed Kashima Noriyasu in the face!

The nosebleed suddenly spurted out like an aunt.

He still couldn't let go of his anger, so he went up and pressed on the opponent's legs, raised his fists, and beat Kashima Noriyoshi hard.

The whole car started to shake.

Dududu~

There was a horn sound from the side. Mike Corleone turned his head and saw a convertible parked next to him. Two men and three women were sitting in it, honking the horn hard at him and pointing in their hands.

He opened the window, and the white man driving the car yelled weirdly, "Brother, are you shaking? Hahaha~ Is your little broken car okay? Do you want me to help you?"

He said and honked the horn.

Just at this time, as soon as the green light turned on, the convertible rushed out, and the woman sitting in the back screamed.

"Boss, do you want to teach them a lesson?" the driver turned and asked.

Mike Corleone smiled, "Young man~"

The Mazda buzzed and trembled twice, like an old man in his decades, slowly accelerating, turned a corner, and saw the car at the door of a nightclub. Two men walked out of the car with their female companions in their arms, and they also saw them. .

Still standing at the door and pointing.

"Is it embarrassing to drive a Mazda?" Mike Corleone turned to ask.

The driver laughed sarcastically, "It's easy to get stuck in traffic."

Mike Corleone hooked his hand towards the younger brother behind him, "MP5!"

The younger brother quickly took it from the back seat and gave it to him.

He pulled the bolt of the gun, opened the glass, and took a shot at the valuable convertible.

Tu tu tu tu~

Poof!

The red door was shattered and fell to the ground.

Mike Corleone was still not satisfied, so he took out a grenade and accurately threw it across the driver's seat.

"OMG!!"

boom!

The convertible turned into scrap metal.

Mike Corleone retracted, "It's cool!"

I don’t know if Mazda is awesome or not, but there must be some who ride Mazda who are awesome.

Because I believe in Jesus, I allow the other party to provoke me once, but if I believe in Victor the second time, that won't work.

Victor's classic story No. 7: There used to be a man named Confucius who had 3,000 younger brothers. He liked people to listen to his reasoning, but when they didn't listen, he went up to them and beat them up, leaving some wise words: My truth is truth!

Victor also said: The more you take a step back, the more you think about it, the angrier you get, and you start fucking this guy!

Mike Corleone also extended his hand and raised his middle finger.

"My car! I rented it!!!" The white man knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying bitterly. He was about to rush over, but was held tightly by his companion.

This was blown up by a grenade, will insurance cover it?

People must think he is an idiot.

Mike Corleone turned up the sound, played passionate songs, stepped on the accelerator, and the Mazda sped out.

It was about 8 o'clock in the evening.

When the car drove back to the villa, a young man came up and opened the car door, "Boss, Mr. Casare is here."

Mike Corleone stopped smiling, raised his brows, and rushed in. He saw several people sitting in the living room, including men, women, and children. They were obviously his family members.

"Sir, the Information Department number is 99787, reporting to you!"

Casare waved his hand, looked at Noriyoshi Kashima who was dragged in from outside, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for letting my personal affairs occupy your time."

"It's an honor! Sir!" Mike Corleone said hurriedly.

If Victor becomes the boss in the future, Casare, as the second-in-command, will come to power. He will hold a high position of authority, both now and in the future.

As long as the Governor General of Northern Mexico does not collapse.

The flesh on Kasare's face trembled, and he looked back at his younger brothers and sisters, expecting to be gentle, "Felikna, can you go up and sleep?"

"Of course!" The little girl was very sensible and dragged her brother.

"Brother, I want to be here." The second brother Felik looked at Casare, his eyes nervous and awkward, "I am 18 years old, I can contribute to this family!"

Fatty Ka looked deeply at his second brother, then smiled and nodded with great relief. I don't know if it was because of feelings, but he patted his head and said, "When you grow up, then you can keep it, and you can go up. "

The third brother and the younger sister Felikna nodded.

Mike Corleone also very considerately asked people to come up and tell them bedtime stories.

"Boss, I can't tell stories, I can only kill people." The younger brother looked embarrassed.

"F*ck, you don't even know how to tell a story, go find the nanny and let her go." Mike frowned and cursed.

Uncultured!

And Casare walked towards Kashima Noriyasu with narrowed eyes.

"Don't, don't..." The mother sitting next to him grabbed his arm and cried.

"Camilla! Is that you?!" Kashima Noriyoshi heard the familiar voice and shouted with his eyes covered, but his mouth was broken and his words were a little unclear.

Camilla Sodi rushed over, and Casare did not stop her, just watched her go over and tear off the other person's blindfold.

The other person was a man with a pair of seductive eyes.

He was not a good person at first glance.

The two hugged each other and cried for a while, and Camilla Sodi turned around and knelt for her son for a man, "Casare! Please, let him go, he promises to change."

"Tell me quickly, you can change! You won't take drugs!"

Kashima Noriyoshi was also scared and his face turned pale. He just found a rich woman to play with. He was an overseas member of Sumiyoshi-kai, one of the three major Japanese gangs, but he was just an ordinary employee.

Originally thought that this rich woman was just lucky and her husband died, and she planned to cheat some money, and then wait like before, after cheating everything, patting her butt and leaving, but who knows

Damn, I hit a wall!

"I will change! I will never take drugs again!" Kashima Noriyoshi said hurriedly.

Casare smiled.

He looked around, walked to the fire equipment beside the stairs, picked up the axe, and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Casare!!" Camilla Sodi shouted.

"Mom, a dog can't change eating shit!" Fatty Ka pushed the other party away, and the little devil ran out in fear during the entanglement.

He was caught up by Casare, kicked from behind, raised the fire axe and chopped down his leg!

"Ahh!!!!" Kashima Noriyoshi screamed in pain.

The axe was stuck in the bone, and Casare pulled it out with a gloomy face and kicked the broken leg aside.

"Felix!"

He waved to his second brother, and the young man who was also frightened was trembling all over, swallowed his saliva and walked over.

Casare put the fire axe into his hand, "Go! Cut off his other leg."

Felix's hands were shaking, the smell of blood in the air deeply stimulated him, and his mother's shouting beside him also made him uneasy.

Casare put the cigarette in his mouth into his mouth, "Take a puff."

Felix's chest rose and fell vigorously, and the cigarette went directly through his lungs, and he choked. He was pushed from behind, "Go! Cut him off!"

"Ah!"

Felix roared, raised the axe and rushed towards the other party. In the desperate eyes of the puppy, he choked on his head!

Chop him alive!

The head didn't fall off, and it was still attached to a layer of skin.

Kashima Noriyoshi stared.

Didn't you say to cut off the legs?

Why cut off the head!

Felix couldn't help but lie down next to the swimming pool and vomit.

Camilla Sodi cried and shouted over, holding the little white face's head, crying loudly.

Casare narrowed his eyes and pointed at her disrespectfully with an axe, "Mom, you have bad taste in men. I'll find one for you next time! Throw away his head! If you still insist on your wrongdoing..."

He paused and said unkindly, "Then leave your younger brothers and sisters to me, and you can go to a mental hospital for retirement!"

Michael Corleone, who had been silent, trembled.

Damn it!

Casare is so cruel.

Looking at his mother's charming appearance, she can live at least 30 years. Is he going to let her stay in a mental hospital for 30 years?

A tough guy like Michael Corleone felt his heart tremble.

She is worthy of following Victor to do great things.

This method of forcing the emperor to abdicate is really different from ordinary people.

Casare also understands what he wants and what he doesn't want. Why does Victor value him so much?

Is it because he is obedient?

There are many obedient people.

Because no matter what he does, he will not go beyond the bottom line. His mother found a drug addict and is now mourning for him. If this gets to the boss's ears, how will he see him?

Will he make progress in the future?

How do the people below see him?

How to choose between mother and power?

It cannot be said that Casare has lost his humanity, but power is more fascinating.

Mom?

Don't force me!

Hearing his warning, Camilla Sodi hugged tighter. The second brother Felix, who was lying next to him, had a bad temper. He got up and grabbed the dead Japanese from his mother's arms by the hair.

"The person is dead! Why are you still holding him! Mom! Wake up!" He threw the head into the doghouse next to him with force. The lying hound stood up immediately and growled in his throat.

Then he bit it on the nose!

Felix grabbed Camilla Sodi's shoulders and shook them hard. If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have slapped her.

"Mike, let someone help her go back to rest." Casare said beside him.

Michael Corleone responded and called his younger brothers to help him upstairs. Camilla didn't want to leave yet, so she was dragged up by the two younger brothers.

"Well done, Felix." Casare patted his brother on the back of his head, "When we return to Mexico, I will put you in the front-line troops, starting with a soldier."

The Gonzalez family needs another man to help them.

Felix nodded and said nervously, "No problem, brother, I won't embarrass you, but what should I pay attention to?"

Casare pondered for a moment, "Pay attention, always be loyal to Mr. Victor!"

Felix remembered these words deeply in his mind.

In his mind, a picture appeared, which he had seen on TV.

Victor, wearing a police uniform, shouted to the soldiers below, "Revitalize Mexico!"

My hands are itchy!

After giving a few instructions, Casare looked at Mike Corleone: "Mr. Governor-General called me and asked me to give you a task."

"Please say!"

"Find a way to get close to the government agencies that infiltrate New York. It would be better if it is the FBI and CIA. We must always understand the attitude of the Americans towards us."

Mike Corleone thought more from this sentence.

Mr. Victor…

Isn't it going to attack the United States?

Hahaha, no, no.

"You can contact me directly when the time comes and tell me what you need. It doesn't matter if you need money or people!" Casare was very generous.

The Baja California region has taken on a new look after the operation.

Especially in Tijuana, the tax revenue in the three quarters alone may exceed 14 billion U.S. dollars, and the total for the entire state exceeds 17 billion U.S. dollars, and this is just one state.

If we add Sonora and the upcoming states together, wouldn’t it easily amount to tens of billions of dollars a year?

Sure enough, drug trafficking, arms sales, and medical care, these three violent industries are not as profitable as one industry, "Collect taxes!"

With this money, Victor plans to further strengthen the infrastructure.

Tijuana has greater potential to tap.

Especially the tourism industry…

Many people in Mexico City have strong opinions. They think that the power of the Governor General of the North is too great. You should at least pay taxes.

You have so much food and you don’t even give us a bite?

Victor was very determined, "Get out!"

If you want to eat, come with a spoon.

A wave of taxes directly made Victor's small group much more relaxed.

"Sir, I'm afraid that some high-level officials are difficult to bribe," said Mike Corleone.

"Capitalist bureaucrats believe in money. If they don't agree, it's not that the money is not enough, but that the money is not enough." Casare approached him and lowered his voice and said, "Whether a person likes money here, you have to look at him. You know, as long as you are alive, US dollars, pesos, and Italian lira are all fine, but generally they won’t ask for rubles, because those things have depreciated.”

"You don't need me to teach you this way of stuffing money."

Mike Corleone thought for a moment and nodded, "I will ensure that the task is completed."

"Waiting for your good news, Mike, when you return to Tijuana, your military rank will have to be promoted. Maybe then, I will have to call you general."

have a look!

After becoming a leader, I naturally learned how to draw a cake.

General!

Mike Corleone was immediately excited by this title.

"Victor! Long live!"

"Loyal!" Casare also raised his hand seriously!

18-year-old Felik looked at him with bright eyes.

boom! !

Thunder sounded outside the sky.

Miss Christa Schroeder, the chief secretary who was lying in his arms, crawled into Victor's arms.

Sure enough, if you have something to do, the secretary will do it, and if you have nothing to do, do the secretary.

The bedside table had a small light on.

Victor held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the sudden downpour outside, his eyes a little deep.

He was a little worried about the soldiers on the front line.

At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and Ethan Hunter's voice came, "Mr."

This is his confidant. He follows him when he sleeps or even has an affair. The other person is also very strict with his mouth. There must be something wrong with knocking on the door at this time.

Victor stood up and wrapped himself in pajamas, which also woke up Miss Krista Schroeder. Just as she was about to get up, Victor waved his hand, "You can sleep a little longer, it will be fine."

The other party nodded, lay down for a while, looked at his back, and touched her belly. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she definitely hoped to be pregnant.

If a son is born, he will be the eldest son!

He can also be more valuable than his mother and his son, and his status can be improved, and he can even covet the position of the prince.

Then isn't she the Queen Mother?

This trick has been used from ancient times to the present day and is in circulation everywhere.

Foreign countries also favor boys over girls!

Victor walked out of the room and saw Jason Bourne standing at the door, his expression a little solemn.

"Sir! Iraq declared war on Mexico?!"

Victor almost choked to death without taking a puff of cigarette out of his mouth, "What?"

"An hour ago, Saddam declared in a televised speech that Mexico is a hostile country. Unless you are driven away or imprisoned, this declaration of war will always exist!"

So brave?

You're in West Asia...I'm in North America.

Are you going to declare war on me?

What did I do to me?

Isn't it just to beat your son? Turn your eldest son into a pig's head and declare war on me? Too casual?

But then I thought again, Silly Damu is so shameless, he must not be happy if you do this, he has a bad temper, and people will be creditors just to avoid paying back the money. I have never heard of you in Mexico.

His precious son was truly doting.

He bought everything for him, but it was of no use at all.

If Victor had a descendant like Uday, he should have been shot in the wall.

"Declaring war means declaring war. What's so surprising? Could it be that he can still fly thousands of kilometers to come and fight us?"

"Then we have a chance to intervene in the war in Kuwait." Jason Bourne whispered.

Victor's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this, it seemed true!

I have been thinking about how to improve Mexico's national reputation, so you showed me your face. This time I will fuck you with my godfather, I will definitely win.

As long as you don't meet the only few on this planet, wouldn't it be easy to beat you to Iraq with this combination?

"Have someone announce that Iraq will also be listed as an unwelcome country and all Iraqis will be expelled!"

"Have Mr. Cuauhkmote sign it as a formality."

Mexico City has become a stamping machine.

"Apply to join the anti-Iraqi alliance from the Mexican government."

"Understood." Ethan Hunt nodded and wrote it down, and then forwarded it to the secretariat.

Victor was about to go back to the room to make a phone call when he heard the other party shout.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Sir, the northern part of Culiacan, the capital of Sinaloa, has been breached by Rommel's company!"

"He requested support!"

"So fast!" Victor was really surprised. A company went deep into the rear and boldly attacked the capital directly, and even occupied a corner.

This is really a military genius!

"Then take it down in one go!"

"Airdrop bullets to ensure the combat effectiveness of the company."

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