Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 292 The world is turbid, Victor is the master of justice!

Victor’s relationship with the Vatican Church was already bad.

Especially during the “Marine War” caused by Zambada, the Mexican cardinal came to him to plead for mercy, but was rebuffed by Victor.

These religious members were narrow-minded, and in their report to the Vatican Pope, they commented on the Governor of the North.

“This is a person who is extremely lacking in faith. He is very, very disrespectful of God. In the Middle Ages, he should have been burned to death!”

However, Pope John Paul II hoped to exercise restraint at the meeting and not to conflict with the local regime, but the Pope who was committed to resolving the conflict was too old…

He was a little unable to suppress the irritability of some of the grassroots staff.

At this time, Mexico’s “New Federal Act” caused a lot of dissatisfaction after the regulations on religion were announced!

Among them, the pseudo-Pope Hadrian VII in Washington, USA, directly scolded Victor as a traitor at the rally.

Request all Christian countries to organize and go on an expedition!

Eliminate this regime that does not respect God.

Oh, the pseudo-pope means... he is self-proclaimed. Hadrian VII was originally a hot dog vendor. One day he suddenly said that he was watched by God. He could make the lame better, the blind see again, and restore the health of people with brain tumors.

Hi...

This kind of speech actually has a market, and has gathered many believers, including many celebrities and high-ranking officials.

He proclaimed himself Hadrian VII!

The Vatican has protested many times, that is, the Tribunal can no longer bear the responsibility, otherwise it will let you know what "Paladin's puff" means.

"Believers!"

"Go assassinate Victor, go kill him, the faith in God should not be constrained by the secular world, return the faith to God! Hallelujah!" Hadrian VII stood on the stage with his fist raised and preached violence.

Hundreds of believers below raised their hands and cheered, "Kill Victor!!"

The news spread back to Mexico.

Casare immediately stared, "Huh?"

"Damn it, let them choose whether to believe in God or Victor!" He was very angry and the consequences were serious. In the military council, he proposed "strict management of religious conferences."

Requirement...

Close all churches in northern Mexico and require them to submit approval to the Governor's Office within ten days, otherwise, they will not be allowed to open.

"What if there is trouble?" The secretary said worriedly.

After all, Mexico is one of the Christian dioceses.

Casare did not even raise his head, "Then let them be martyred!"

"The whole city is on alert!"

"Understood." The secretary nodded.

The so-called "Mexican Faith War" has begun!

Guadalupe Island.

There is a Virgin Mary Church here.

Early in the morning, Santos, a loyal lackey and extremist of personal worship, blocked the door of the church with a group of little brothers.

"Santos, you were also baptized here, are you going to watch the church being closed?" A nun opened her arms and shouted loudly.

"Sister Stina, please move aside. Hadrian VII actually publicly assassinated the general. This is unbearable."

"Yes, move aside. Don't force me to hit a woman!" The people next to him waved their fists and said.

This is Guadalupe Island.

In the pirate world, this place is "O'Hara", a lawless existence, and Victor is the god here.

This is his base. If Victor is really overthrown one day, he can just go back to Guadalupe Island and raise his arms.

Another army of tens of thousands of people will be armed.

Seeing their aggressive appearance, Sister Stina's face turned pale and her body was shaking.

"Okay, move aside, Stina." A weak voice came from behind. The nun turned her head and saw the sick priest standing behind her. She opened her mouth and finally lowered her head.

"Notre Dame will apply to the Governor's Office, but I hope you won't destroy the church during this period, ahem..."

Santos looked at the elderly priest and recalled his contribution to the people of Guadalupe Island, so his tone softened a little, "Don't worry, Pastor Gustav, I promise you."

The other party smiled and touched his head.

Santos actually had an idea in his mind that the Vatican's so-called Pope was useless and so hostile. It would be better if General Victor could support Pastor Gustav as Pope.

But...

The Vatican is said to be in Rome. Is it going to strike Italy?

Santos shook his head, shook off this seemingly unrealistic idea, and waved his hand, "Seal the church!"

Santos' brother and the top henchman Camposter went up with the seal.

This Notre Dame Cathedral, which has been on Guadalupe Island for nearly 60 years, is temporarily closed!

Sister Stina wiped her tears.

And Pastor Gustav looked at the seal with the official seal and sighed.

Jesus also has to be incarcerated, otherwise it is illegal.

Of course, there are "considerate" types and "resistance to the death" types!

In Latin America, priests are quite tough, such as the Zapatista National Theological Army that is now crisscrossing southern Mexico. It is said that the government forces have been defeated repeatedly.

In the Cathedral of San Felipe in Baja California.

More than 20 believers began to resist based on the terrain, ambushed 4 policemen, and beat them to death directly!

They also shouted: This belongs to God!

"No! This belongs to Victor!"

Maintaining stability requires a list, while counter-terrorism is the coordinate.

The National Guard stationed in the local area was dispatched directly, with artillery fire, and they didn't even give you a chance to explain.

One shot knocked down the cross above, half of the church was gone, and the believers lying on it fell down and vomited blood on the ground.

Damn...

Seeing this situation, some wavering believers quickly raised the white flag.

God so loves the world…

Cannon caliber doesn't love me.

In less than half an hour, the clamoring priest was dragged in front of the captain leading the team.

"Do you believe in Jesus or Victor now?" the captain looked at him and asked.

The pastor had obviously been beaten, and his face was covered in blood. He raised his head, but he didn't know where he got the strength to raise his hands, "Faith is not sinful!"

The captain nodded, "I like your humor, pull him down and burn him to death!"

"Ah?" The pastor was startled. When the soldier next to him came up to drag him away, he finally panicked, "Wait! Wait!"

I just pretend to be X!

Are you going to burn me to death?

What era is this? This is not the Middle Ages.

"I believe in Victor, I believe in Victor!!!" The priest cried and rolled on the ground.

He doesn't want to die.

The captain looked at the liquid seeping out of his robe with disdain on his face, and had no intention of continuing the fun.

Pull the bolt and shoot him in the head.

"Sir, something was found!" At this moment, a soldier ran over and said with hesitation in his eyes, "Drugs were found in the basement of the church."

The captain's hand that was pulling the trigger jammed, "Drugs?!"

"Yes, a basement full of it, at least hundreds of kilograms."

The captain's eyes shone brightly. This is a credit to him. With hundreds of kilograms, you wouldn't even have to be reincarnated in Mexico. It's impossible for you to go to kindergarten anyway.

"Go, lead the way!"

The soldier led the officer into the church. In the basement, he saw a mountain of drugs, with their sources marked on them.

Colombia, Guatemala and more.

"Bring the priest up!" cried the captain.

When the pastor was dragged over, his legs were still weak and he was chanting, "I believe in Victor, I believe!"

"Victor doesn't need drug addicts."

"Where did these things come from?" the captain asked, pointing to the drugs.

When the pastor saw that his "private goods" were discovered, he immediately panicked and lowered his head without saying anything.

"It seems that God also wants to take drugs. If you don't say anything, someone will tell you, come on, move all the drugs away and burn down the church!"

“It’s disgusting to keep this kind of drug-fuelled church.”

The soldiers who heard the order burned this centuries-old church to the ground!

Over the past hundred years, this church has been filled with filth and disgusting people, but it is definitely not the only one.

The captain looked at the blazing fire with a fierce look in his eyes.

Victor's soldiers...are sworn in with drugs!

Many believers in the north are very dissatisfied, really, very, very dissatisfied!

but…

I don’t dare to go to the streets.

The blood of the drug dealers and thugs who had rioted on the ground has not yet dried up, and the fishy smell in the air has not yet dissipated.

We protest!

But we don’t have to go to the streets to protest. I cursed Victor in my heart.

Too many people were killed in the past few days. Almost every household was in mourning and every household was white. However, many people were released.

When Casare realized something was wrong.

In just two days, more than 30 churches were burned in northern Mexico, and a total of 1,127 churches were closed.

But also, more than 14 tons of drugs were received from these churches, as well as 1,211 weapons, and... three bills.

It says: Human body trafficking, women trafficking, drug smuggling and other businesses!

This involves many countries and Vatican sects!

even…

It also writes about the special hobbies of some high-ranking officials.

Casare underestimated human nature and the sense of justice of his soldiers.

He quickly demanded that if there was no serious resistance, he would not be allowed to harm the lives of religious personnel.

But more than 200 people were killed, beaten to death on the spot by angry soldiers!

What a sanctimonious piece of shit!

They should all be chucked.

Not paying taxes is illegal!

There was no room for crime under the general's nose.

If Casare hadn't stopped them, all these priests would have died!

"Excessive violence is a wild beast that cannot be contained at all!" Casare rubbed his temples a little painfully and muttered to himself.

He was very cautious as an acting governor, but he still caused such a mess, which was a big headache.

"Mexican sects protested to us and demanded severe punishment for the murderers."

"10 countries including Italy, the United States, Germany, and Spain issued diplomatic letters!"

"The Zapatista Army of Chiapas represents us as a terrorist organization."

The secretary read names one by one beside him.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Casare stretched out his hand to signal her to stop talking.

The secretary placed a stack of protest papers on the table.

"I think it's best to inform the general about this..." she whispered.

We need to call someone who can handle the matter!

Anyway, the general has done a lot of shit, so he is not afraid of being called dictatorial anymore.

Casare frowned, feeling that things were a little out of his control, so he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Boss, I got into trouble."

"Boss, I got into trouble." Victor in Vienna was stunned when he heard Casare's first words, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Casare regretfully told the story again, and was originally going to get scolded, but Victor just said oh, and then said, "I understand."

"Boss..."

"Your deeds are very famous in Europe. People scold you every day on TV." Victor watched a senior religious official wearing a "little melon hat" "swearing" on the TV...

Of course, the person he was scolding was not Casare, but Victor. After all, he was the head of the Governor's Palace.

"He will go to hell sooner or later!"

When Victor heard the other party's "vicious" curse, he almost wanted to laugh. He had an out-of-print copy of "Mein Kampf" on his lap.

Holding the microphone in his hand, "Mexican religion is too loose. We need our own sect. What do you think?"

Casare on the opposite side was startled and said uncertainly, "Boss, what do you mean..."

"I feel that the current purpose is not suitable for us. We should establish a Protestant church like the United Kingdom and let the Mexican sect break away from the constraints of the Holy See!"

"I should be crowned king in Tijuana!"

Casare's little eyes widened immediately. He is not considered illiterate now, especially after serving as mayor of several places, his knowledge of culture is getting better and better, and he has also seen a lot of the history of British fortunes.

The British royal family is actually the leader of the Church of England. She is a real marshal of the sea, land and air force and a part-time magic stick.

And it's hereditary.

Casare was no longer Wu Xia Amon. He suddenly thought, would the boss have been "waiting" for this day for a long time?

Deliberately causing the Reformation by his own hands?

If one day, the boss really has a descendant, then this child will be a born leader...

This would at least maintain his family's rule for more than a hundred years.

hiss…

He doesn't really plan to create a hereditary replacement. Mexico has not had an emperor for a long time.

Casare is thinking too much.

However, this head is really easy to use, and long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Anyway, all orders are being re-established now, so it is just right to retrieve eggs from the fire.

"Casare..." Victor on the other end shouted softly.

Fatty Ka quickly came back to his senses, "I think you are right, boss! The heretics in the Holy See have been carefree for too long. The God they believe in is stupid. The Mexicans should be allowed to reshape God!"

"Maybe... Jesus was Mexican?"

Victor laughed when he heard this. He just wanted to branch out from the inside. It would be better for you, you have to dig out their old roots.

The Vatican will launch a crusade tomorrow. Although it is useless, you will make them lose their "underwear" for thousands of years.

Victor couldn't let Casare do this. He set the tone, "Leave professional things to professionals. You go find some theologians and pastors. They know how to work out "miracles."

"Don't be stingy with money. Jesus can be measured with 30 silver coins. There will always be people willing to follow in the footsteps of Judas."

"miracle…"

Casare's little head started to pound again, he understood!

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Although those countries protested, there was no actual harm, so don't worry about them." After a few words of comfort, Victor allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He is not vain at all.

Victoria Emperor is the number one batulu in Mexico.

He is not the Kennedy next door. He is a tough guy who came from the private sector. He faced a wolf in front and a tiger in the back on Guadalupe Island, and was surrounded by the Tijuana drug cartel for a day and night.

He wasn't even afraid.

Is he still afraid of today's European little red guys?

He laughed at the fact that Italy has no seeds, France has no men, Germany has no courage, Britain has no eggs, and other countries?

Ridiculous, you old American lackey, bah!

crusader?

I will have my sculpture moved into the Vatican tomorrow!

run out

Victor held the book in his hand and squeezed it hard with his fingers. Just as he was lost in thought,

Jason Bourne ran over, "Sir, the Austrian official is here."

Victor raised his chin slightly, "Invite him in."

Captain Jason held down the headset on his chest and asked someone to put it in.

Four or five people came, and the leader was a man wearing a red tie. He seemed to have quite an aura when he walked.

"Governor Victor!"

"Hello." Victor stood up and stretched out his hand to shake his hand.

The visitor looked solemn and said, "On behalf of the Austrian government, I protest against what is happening in your country. You are not welcome in Vienna. This is a signed order asking you to leave Austria within three days."

Victor looked at him and then at the letter in his hand, "Is this an expulsion?"

He directly confused the other party.

"This is just a protest against what happened in northern Mexico!" The visitor still dared not talk about expulsion.

These two words are too strong, and Victor is a man of the hour now.

Expelling him and letting him go are two different things, although neither looks good in terms of face.

Mainly because he was too trouble-making, the family of the reporter who was beaten brought people to the police station and the court every day to demand that Victor be sentenced.

It makes them very passive.

Some senior Austrian officials hoped that Victor could pay to compensate the reporter.

The Governor of Mexico directly donated 6 million to the United Nations Children's Aid Agency, but refused to compensate the reporter.

If he continues to do this, he will go sit at Mustache's former residence next time.

Go quickly, go quickly.

Victor nodded, "I understand. My guards and my special plane will arrive tonight."

The other party was relieved and left directly.

"Austrians are not enthusiastic at all." Jason Bourne stood up for him.

Victor smiled, "If they don't welcome you, you have to be tactful."

"Let someone prepare, we are going back, and then let the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency send a long-term commissioner to Austria."

"Who do you think should be sent?"

Victor squinted, and names began to flash in his mind.

"Joachim Ribbentrop, the warden of Hermosillo Prison, performed very well. I admire his behavior and transferred him to be a commissioner."

There were so many deaths in that prison, Victor couldn't have been unaware of it, George Smiley of the Thirteen Taibao had already reported it.

Internal evaluation: An extremely cold-blooded person with a little mysophobia.

But Victor admired Joachim Ribbentrop's style.

He liked people like this.

Jason Bourne responded, and in his heart he couldn't help but sigh that the guy was lucky to be favored by the general. Just wait for the rocket to ascend!

Casare, who hung up the phone, took action quickly.

He found a few theologians, priests and nuns to form a secret society with a very bold name.

"The Divine Plan!"

In order to ensure their loyalty, they were all included in the civil service benefits of the Northern Governor's Office, and their salaries were not small. The lowest person had 80,000 US dollars a year.

And they also provided their families with jobs and schools.

To put it nicely, it was provided, but to put it bluntly, wasn't it just hostages?

"The Divine Plan!" If it was leaked, everyone would die!

It must be said that if the money was in place, everything would be settled for you.

October 7, 12:21 pm.

Mexico Cathedral!

Located on the north side of the Zocalo Square in Mexico City, it was built in 1573 and officially completed after 1823, which took more than 200 years. It can be regarded as the longest in the history of American architecture.

Thursday...

It is the day of the choir, where people will sing hymns and praise all night long.

Because of the things in the north, many people prayed all night tonight, more than 200 people.

A little girl with pigtails yawned and lay in her mother's arms. Her eyes were a little bit up and down. She looked around, hoping to distract herself.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, pointed at the Virgin Mary in the church, and said in a baby voice, "Mom, the Virgin Mary is bleeding."

The woman who was singing was startled, thinking that her daughter was joking, but she still raised her head, and her pupils suddenly shrank, "Ah!!!"

She screamed.

Interrupting everyone's rhythm, they all frowned and looked at him.

"The Virgin Mary... The Virgin Mary is bleeding tears!!"

She screamed and pointed at the huge sculpture, which scared everyone, and the priest standing below also raised his head.

Sure enough!

Two lines of blood and tears seeped out of the Virgin Mary's eyes.

The pastor's face turned pale, what the hell!

I believe in you, but it doesn't mean you can show your spirit. Am I not afraid?

The pastor on duty ran out in panic and shouted, "No! No!"

The believers were also trembling and ran out.

Who dares to stay here at night?

About 20 minutes later, a group of religious personnel in priest robes came in, led by the cardinal, holding a Bible in his hand.

The believers and the staff on duty followed behind trembling.

"OMG!!" Someone behind him exclaimed.

They all raised their heads and saw two lines of blood and tears. Several monks with guilty consciences knelt down at once.

In Mexico, religion itself is a place where filth and dirt are hidden.

"Look, this... this seems to be spelling words." I don't know who shouted behind me.

The leading cardinal raised his head and saw the blood and tears slowly condensing together, as if they had really formed a sentence.

His pupils shrank, his mouth half opened, and all the religious personnel looked terrified.

It was written in blood and tears: Victor Carlos Vieri - Holy Spirit, Son, Father.

!!! !!!

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