Working as a police officer in Mexico

The Hague, Netherlands!

In the United Nations International Trial Court.

A British man waved his hands excitedly, "Victor is committing inhumane atrocities! His behavior is just like Germany during World War II. He will eliminate any opposition!"

"Listen!"

"The deserts and rivers are full of the wails of the slaughtered!"

"For such a person to steal a high position is simply a trample on humanity! We strongly demand that he be placed on a global warrant and that he be arrested and put on trial!"

After the British man finished speaking, he still pretended to hold the suit with his left hand and nodded slightly towards the judge above.

The judge is... a Spaniard!

According to the provisions of the United Nations Charter, judges are elected by the United Nations General Assembly. The International Court of Justice is composed of 15 judges with a term of 9 years and can be re-elected. It has a Registry and its working languages ​​are English and French.

"I protest!!"

Below, two men stood up and shouted dissatisfied.

The British guy looked back, glanced at them up and down, smiled disdainfully, and smiled and chatted with the colleagues next to him.

"Your groundless accusations are disrespectful to Mexico and Mr. Victor..."

It was two Mexicans who stood up to protest. They expressed their opinions, but it was obvious that the Spaniards above did not want to hear them beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

The judge knocked on the table and said, "Quiet! Security personnel, pull out the irrelevant troublemakers. Thank you."

The security guard who had been waiting at the door for a long time came over immediately, pressed their heads, and dragged them out in shame.

The people who can sit here are Mexican diplomats. Being dragged out in public like this is obviously an attempt to exclude them.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

"The strong never pay the price!" the British man said with a smile to his companion next to him.

Bringing Ying to the strong side?

MD, if the French had not been assassinated by Argentina and stuck the "munitions" they paid for, it would have been a burden to take the British navy and NMD out to fish.

This also raises a question...

The old European empires are all bitches, they don't keep their word, they have no spirit of contract, they are just like bastards born from the same ass!

"Declare Victor guilty! Ask him to go to The Hague to surrender!" The Spanish judge gave the verdict!

The Spanish, British and some "public opinion representatives" below all stood up and cheered, Americans? You can't stand up at this time. Although they are silently adding fuel to the flames from behind, after all, they have just been beaten. If they jump out, they will definitely be beaten by Victor.

Do you know why the Europeans still provoked Victor so unscrupulously after the "Black Hawk Down" in the United States?

These bastards have a very strange mentality. On the one hand, they are NATO and rely on the help of the Americans to stabilize their position. On the other hand, they do not want the United States to completely interfere in domestic affairs. After World War II, they want to get rid of their influence.

At this time...

We did what the boss couldn't do!

Wouldn’t that mean we are awesome?

After Churchill's death, the British became increasingly confused about their status.

It took hundreds of years for such a fat man to appear...

As soon as the International Tribunal in The Hague announced the decision to arrest the Governor of Mexico, the world was in an uproar!

The media was ecstatic.

Drug dealer craze.

There is even a game called "Kick Victor" on the streets of Spain. As long as you play 30 games, you can get a half-human Victor doll. You can do any action to him.

Yes, anything!

Including peeing in his face.

For a time, the people were also in ecstasy.

For many people, the anti-drug war has nothing to do with them. They just think it’s cool to “bully” a big shot in this way!

Faced with the complicity of Spain and the United Kingdom, the Northern Governor's Palace responded quickly, arresting 4,219 people from the two countries working in the north, and asked them if they wanted to redeem them, giving them 30,000 US dollars per person, or throw them away for mining.

Casare, who likes to quarrel with others, is online again. He is not tall, less than 170 centimeters tall, and short and fat. When he goes out on a blind date, people think he is worthless.

But now reporters love and hate him. They like his explosive news, but they also hate his lawlessness...

He really knows how to hit people!

"Cough cough cough..." Standing on the podium, Casare covered his mouth and coughed. The reporters below immediately sat upright.

"I'm glad you all came to attend the press conference. The Governor's Office has the following announcement..."

"We will launch a global search for Judge Juan Ramon Jimenez of the International Court of Justice in The Hague, with a reward of US$6 million!"

Damn it! ! !

A separatist feudal town directly warned the United Nations court and put him on a wanted list. It was simply... very courageous.

But then I thought about it, the International Court of Justice in The Hague?

Which onion is it?

Fuck, how many divisions are there?

Do you want him to pull out a cheerleading team of 20 people?

No caliber, you mean wool?

But for the Governor-General of Mexico, this is just straight up, no matter what kind of rubbish you are, it’s still the same old saying!

If you hit me, we will hit the United States!

If I can't defeat them, I will infiltrate them and break them into parts. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers will become dozens or even hundreds of scattered armed forces, and then contact Dezhou internally...

Where is the orthodoxy in the Lone Star State?

In fucking Tijuana!

"Second, we sincerely invite the International Court of Justice, the British Cabinet, and the Spanish Cabinet to come to Mexico to conduct urine tests. We have reason to suspect that they have taken too much drugs and have seriously damaged their brains!"

“If it’s not convenient for them, we can also come to them.”

Casare paused, "A bunch of bastards are criticizing us from the so-called moral high ground? Who doesn't know that Britain was once the largest drug trafficking country? They stuffed drugs into their queen's XXXX, Then he goes to the world to harm others, and then comes back with money in his XXXX, damn! You bitch should go back and see if her husband is out fooling around, instead of criticizing our anti-drug war here!"

"We swear that if Britain and Spain dare to send troops."

"We'll just let them all die here."

"Please convey our warning to those idiots, wash their asses, and wait for their father to kick their asses viciously!"

After Casare finished speaking, get off work!

Working hours…

Three minutes.

Well, I cursed for 3 minutes.

"Their foreign policy is so rude!" A reporter couldn't help but sigh. The old reporter next to him glanced at the other person and said, "New here?"

The other party was startled, then nodded hurriedly, holding his ID, "Cuba!"

"You will get used to it later. Victor and his subordinates are all a bunch of bandits!"

"Then...will they fail?"

The old reporter looked at him, looked at him deeply, and said something, "Drugs have always been a cancer for mankind, but politicians need them to deal with the enemy. They never care what the people at the bottom think, but Mexico happens to be... It’s the bottom class.”

"You mean...Mexicans will support him?"

"Charming personality!"

Tijuana Line 3 at this time.

People who got off work came down the escalator. They were confused and had tired faces. When a couple just came down, they saw a familiar face on the platform.

The other party was holding a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw them, he turned around with a smile and said hello, "Okay! This is the subway!"

Phew~

As the subway pulled into the station, the glass clearly illuminated the couple's dull eyes.

The door opened and Victor walked in. The passengers who heard footsteps in the car subconsciously raised their heads. When they saw those familiar faces, they were all startled and confused, but they stood up subconsciously.

There was also a man among them who was busy making way for his position.

"Thank you!" Victor thanked him.

A young man sitting next to him looked at him carefully. When Victor turned his head, he nervously twisted his neck, his mouth trembled slightly, his whole body tensed, and he looked around, not knowing what to do.

"Here, have a cigarette." Victor took out the cigarette and handed it over.

"Oh, no, oh, sir, I..." The young man took it with his nervous hands, sweating all over his body, holding a cigarette in his mouth and feeling in his pockets in a panic.

Bang~

A pair of hands held a lighter and handed it to him. He looked up blankly and saw Victor nodding towards him. He hurriedly leaned over and took two hard puffs, but...he didn't spit it out.

The entire carriage was extremely quiet.

Some people dared to look over.

"Does anyone still want to smoke?" Victor asked, holding up the camel.

An old man raised his hands tremblingly and was about to come over with a cane. Victor walked over, handed the cigarette to the other person, and lit it for him.

"Thanks."

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen government officials going out to take the subway? Haha, then I have to tell my officials in the Governor's Office that they cannot be separated from the masses."

The people next to him smiled in accommodating manner.

"What's your name, sir?" Victor asked the old man.

"Wicks, Governor."

"What do you do?"

"Uh... beggar, I am a beggar." The old man lowered his head and felt a little at a loss.

"Oh, that's really a good profession." Victor met the eyes of others, "I wanted to be a beggar when I was a child, because, in this way, I can see the most common kindness among the Mexican people."

"I can feel it." The old beggar nodded.

"Our people are the best~" Victor laughed, the subway braked, and he staggered a little while holding on to his chair, turning his head to look at a woman next to him holding a baby.

"How old is the child?"

"Six months, sir. Looks like you."

"Ma'am, all the kids in Mexico look like me."

This remark made everyone laugh again.

"What do you call me madam?"

"Sutton, my name is Worster Sutton."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"

Victor shook hands with the other person and looked at the others. A child jumped down and said, "My name is Marcus."

"Hello, Mr. Marcus." Victor bent down and touched his head, "You are such an adult."

"Aeglis..." A young man stood up.

"Curibalo..."

"Gamelia..."

"Oh, my mother's name is Gamelia too. She must have been as beautiful as you when she was young."

Victor raised his hands flatly, "Okay, okay, everyone, please sit down."

The man next to him gave up his position to him, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Agris."

The young man was startled. He just said his name casually. Unexpectedly, the husband actually remembered it, and a wave of excitement came out from within.

"Everyone here, how are you doing?"

"Of course, very good..."

"Indeed, it's very good. I saved some money and I can get married."

"I want to ask you something. This matter has troubled me for a long time." Victor took down the cigar, "Maybe you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Everyone! People in Mexico, what do you think of our anti-drug war? Are there still drug dealers bullying you? Are there still gangs asking you for tips on the street?"

"No."

"No…"

Everyone, look at me and I'll look at you.

"Maybe we are tired now, but when someone wants to take away your current life, what will you do?"

"Kill them, sir!" shouted the boy named Marcus.

"But they are powerful, sir." Victor looked at him and said.

"Can being powerful take away our lives? I used to be bullied by big guys every day in school. His father was a drug dealer. I wanted to fight back, but my brother told me, no, his father was a drug dealer. They would kill We, but I am very unhappy, why can others bully us? Why do they beat me when I want to study hard..."

"So did you hit him in the end?"

“Of course, I put a sack over his head and whipped him with my grandmother’s clothes pole,” Marcus said with a laugh.

"Excellent! Men never need to pray in a humble way. We can wait for death even if we stand!" Victor praised loudly.

"Our enemies will never retake Tijuana, it belongs to Victor, sir."

"Yes, we fight them in street fights, we can drag them to death!"

"Hahaha, you're right, street fighting, but what if I tell you, a lot of people will be sacrificed?"

"No compromise!" the woman holding her child shouted loudly.

"Never compromise!" the old beggar shouted loudly, holding up his crutch.

"never!"

Victor looked at the serious child Marcus and nodded slightly, "Our people have felt too much suffering..."

"Why are you crying, sir?"

The woman next to him handed over a tissue, and Victor took it and wiped his eyes, "I, yes, you know? I cry often. My soldiers died, I will cry, my people were wronged, I will cry, my If the country falls into the hands of drug dealers, I will cry, and they will call me a child who will not grow up."

He said and smiled himself.

The boy Marcus nodded.

"Where is this place?"

"Governor's Palace."

"I'm here, ladies and gentlemen." Victor stood up, took two steps, and looked back at them.

"Hi! Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!" Marcus suddenly shouted, raising his hands.

"Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!!" Everyone in the car behind them shouted loudly.

After Victor got off the station, the station was full of people.

Standing in front of him were Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Ludendorff and other top military officials.

"Gentlemen!"

"Let those who try to stop us from launching a war on drugs see our determination to defend our dignity to the death!"

"Anyone who tries to stop us, we will crush them!"

"If Tijuana falls, then I will die in front of my people, wrapped in the Mexican flag, and my soul will continue to watch this land!"

"Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!"

Victor's voice echoed throughout the station.

Snap!

Kennedy and other soldiers stood up straight.

"Hi! Victor!!"

"Long live!"

The crowd in the station also shouted loudly!

At this moment…

Victor burst into tears.