Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Do you know why I didn't set up any obstacles and let those people leave Mexico?"

In the office, Victor sat on the chair with his hands crossed and looked at several confidants in front of him.

There is no need to introduce Casare and Kennedy separately. Horatio Herbert Kitchener has been officially appointed as the Chief of Staff of the Northern Army, in charge of the General Staff and the Operations Command.

Promoted to two-star major general.

The speed of this promotion is even faster than the explosion of the Indian rocket.

He also became the second general in the army besides Kennedy!

Oh, Ludendorff also got his wish and became the deputy chief of staff with the rank of colonel.

Everyone is happy with the plan to recover the north.

Except for those saintly bitches in Europe and the United States, everyone else is very happy.

After hearing Victor's question, several people looked at each other.

They all shut up wisely and looked at the boss eagerly.

"When a group of drug dealers get together, the first thing they think of is not how to get drug money down to earth, but to commit crimes. You see, it won't be long before the American police will be busy to death."

"Secondly, there are always people who don't like drug dealers. The United States is a gun-carrying country. When the rednecks fight with the outsiders, it will turn into a riot!"

"As long as the Americans are in a mess, they will know that we are right."

When Victor thought of the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but tut his tongue twice, picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down two gulps.

"The most important point is that I am now the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. If the drugs in the United States get out of control, do I have the obligation to help fight the war on drugs?"

The expressions of Casare and others were like this:!!!∑q|Д|p!!!(屮)屮( @д @)/! !

Boss, you really think so.

However, millions of drug dealers mixed together...

It will definitely burst out with great power.

Let the flowers belonging to opium bloom throughout America and make the rednecks angry to death.

"What we need to do now is to rebuild Juarez and Guadalajara, and further military control of the local area, to remove the local cancer and consortium, especially the assets of the three countries of Britain, the United States and Spain, and to guarantee the basic rights of the local poor. I don't want anyone to starve to death or freeze to death in the winter, and let Ludendorff sit in Guadalajara and Joseph Joffre sit in Juarez!"

"Front-line troops, rest in place."

"Understood!"

Dongdongdong~

The knock on the door interrupted the three people's thoughts, and a secretary ran in with a nervous look on his face, "General, the National Palace of Mexico was attacked by missiles, 7 members of the Presidential Guard were killed, and Mr. Cuaucmote was seriously injured!"

"What!!!" Casare jumped up and shouted, "Who did it?"

Kennedy next to him looked a little dazed, and Horatio Herbert Kitchener glanced at Victor nervously.

However, his expression was very calm, even paralyzed, but it was this expression that made people feel relieved.

Those who have thunder in their chests but a calm face can be worshipped as generals! !

"The missiles flew from Oaxaca State. They are two M90 missiles. The local Oaxaca resistance army claimed responsibility for the incident and demanded the release of El Mencho, otherwise they would attack more targets." The secretary said hurriedly.

The drug dealers have evolved into a terrorist organization!

They even have missiles.

It seems that the financial backers behind them can't wait to kill Victor.

"Who do you think did it?"

Kennedy frowned, "The source of the M90 ​​missiles..."

"It can't be found. There are too many of these missiles in Africa and the Middle East. There are a lot of them piled up in the warehouse. It's difficult to find them out. However, I think it's nothing more than the CIA or MI6 supporting them from behind." Horatio Herbert Kitchener said in a deep voice.

Victor crossed his legs and squinted at them, "I want revenge, no matter who did it, I'm very unhappy now, all of Mexico is looking for members of the intelligence departments of the United Kingdom, the United States and Spain, 10,000 US dollars for each employee, 200,000 US dollars if the local person in charge is caught, take the head of that shitty resistance leader off for me, find his family and kill them all!"

"And..."

Victor said this in one breath, and pondered for a moment, "Launch the "Turbid Plan" to guide drug-related personnel in the three countries to start riots. If he doesn't make me comfortable, I will drag them to death together!"

Do you think that only drug dealers have sneaked into the three countries?

Victor has already stuffed a lot of spies in there, and can do something wrong when necessary.

Victor also wants to push forward, but he has too few soldiers under his command. Mexico has an area of ​​1.9644 million square kilometers, and these 100,000 soldiers thrown in will not make much splash.

You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

In addition, soldiers also need to rest and rest properly. If a long-term high-intensity war continues, people will also collapse.

The logistics support department has already urgently transferred psychologists from the rear to the front line for intervention.

"Send Kuauk Mote to the best hospital in Tijuana."

"Then, boss, who do you think is the most suitable agent for Kuauk Mote now?" Casare asked in a low voice.

This question is very sensitive, and everyone fell silent immediately.

Victor crossed his hands, and tapped the back of his left hand with his right thumb. It doesn't matter who is the agent, what matters is whether he thinks it is suitable.

The behind-the-scenes player may be this kind of person.

Victor suddenly looked at Casare and asked directly, "Do you want to go?"

The general's loyal lackey was startled and trembled, his face flushed instantly, and he asked nervously, "I... I shouldn't be qualified."

“You are the governor of the states of North and South and Sonora, and you are fully qualified!”

Kasare was confused, maybe he was too excited, he scratched his head, "Boss, when did I become the governor of Sanzhou?"

"10:07 am on December 22, 1990!" Victor looked at his watch, "That was just one minute ago."

"You just need to tell me whether you want to or not."

"Think!" Casare said directly.

Victor nodded, "It is announced that Casare will temporarily take over Cuauquemot's position and serve as the acting president of Mexico, effective immediately."

Casare was shaking with excitement.

This is amazing.

A year ago, I was still a frightened little gangster in the "Plateau Prison". I had to keep a smile on my face when facing any drug dealer in custody.

Even when some drug dealers are upset, give them two slaps!

But after following Victor, everything changed. In just one year, all the drug dealers who laughed at and ridiculed me became fertilizer!

I want to reach the highest step by step!

This fully illustrates the truth that finding a good backer is more important than any effort!

Kennedy looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener and said it was impossible not to envy him.

But everyone knows that in Victor's heart, Casare is the "White Moonlight".

Oh, by the way, Casare’s bounty: 32 million US dollars!

Second only to Victor’s 50 million US dollars!

To a certain extent, these two people can be regarded as the "violent gangsters" of the world.

After the National Palace in Mexico City was bombed.

Some ambitious people over there couldn't wait to start "calling friends."

Do you think no one objects to Kwaukemot? There are many!

When he was seriously injured in the bombing and hospitalized, a group of "key members" of the Mexican Workers' Party immediately came to the home of deputy leader Martinez Niterfield Ord.

This person’s identity is not simple either. During the Mexican-American War from 1846 to 1848, his great-grandfather was a leader of the resistance and died in the fight against the United States.

This status is considered to be prominent. When Cuaukmote raised his arms, his companion Martinez Nitfel Ode joined first, and his ID number plate was 002, and he was also the deputy chairman of the Workers' Party. Party leader!

"Please Mr. Martinez, take charge of the work and move into the National Palace!" A man wearing glasses said excitedly.

Those who didn’t know thought he was pregnant.

"Yes, the country cannot live without a president for a day. Please sir, take charge of the overall situation."

"I agree too!"

One by one, the political leaders raised their fists and said.

Martinez Nitfel Od's expression was very strange, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying. The hand on his thigh was pinched fiercely, as if to ensure that he would not laugh!

When he heard that Cuauquemot had been seriously injured in an attack, he knew that his spring had come.

Why did he join the Workers' Party?

Because this is a political speculator!

He has said in private more than once that there are good people among drug dealers and they also pay taxes. He believes in adopting a soft policy.

The relationship with Cuauquemot was neither good nor bad. The other party was unhappy with him and thought he was a liar.

But as soon as the grassroots team was set up, someone had to be in charge, and Martinez Nitfel Od was the best warrior.

Hearing everyone's "persuasion", he exhaled and shook his head, "This won't work, let's wait until Kwaukmot wakes up."

"gentlemen!"

The bespectacled man who spoke first suddenly stood up excitedly, then picked up the fruit knife on the table and put it on his neck under the horrified eyes of everyone.

"Please ask Martinez to take charge of the overall situation. Mexico cannot be without a helmsman. We need your leadership, and the people also need you. If you don't agree, I will use this knife to slit my own throat!"

The people next to him were silent.

Brother, if you do this, it makes us look stupid, you know?

Martinez Nitfel Oded looked at the other party's firm eyes and felt happy in his heart. He lowered his legs, pulled off his suit, and was about to speak.

I heard the female announcer's voice coming from the TV in the living room.

“The Governor-General of the North of Mexico solemnly announced that it would retaliate against the resistance forces in Oaxaca, and proposed that the governor of California, Casare Gonzalez, act as president, with 34 million people in the north and hundreds of thousands of northern troops. The soldiers are willing to listen to the instructions of the National Palace..."

Quiet…

Very quiet!

Eerily quiet!

Just the voice of the female announcer on the TV.

"I'm sorry, my daughter is getting married. I have to go over there." Someone suddenly said and left in a hurry.

"Mr. Martinez, haha, if his daughter marries my son, I have to leave too." Another person also laughed shrewdly.

The bespectacled man holding the knife and asking Martinez to get on took a deep breath and forced a smile, "This knife is a bit blunt, I will get you a new one right now."

After saying that, I am too embarrassed to stay here. Do I really want to commit suicide?

Ah bah!

What everyone said just now was so nice, and now they are running away in such a mess!

One minute…

The whole living room is clean.

Martinez. Nitefer. Ode looked at the TV with a ferocious expression, his eyes were bloodshot. He stood up in a rage and kicked the TV!

He cursed loudly.

He cursed Victor to death!

He fell to the ground...

Just a little bit, just a little bit, he could sit in the position he dreamed of.

Just give up like that?

Martinez. Nitefer. Ode shook his head vigorously, he was unwilling!

Why can everyone be the leader, Kwaukmote can, Casare can, but he can't?

Isn't it just to be a dog?

Is Victor worthy of it? !

In the end, he was also very proud. His great-grandfather was a warlord during the Mexican-American War, and even served as a senior executive later. His family was also a political family in the country and had influence in many places. This was one of the reasons why Kwaukmote agreed to let him serve as deputy leader.

Hereditary family!

He got up, ran upstairs to the study, locked the door, took out an album from the drawer, pulled out a photo from it, and there was a phone number on the back. He called it, and after two rings, someone picked up, but it was very nervous, "Hello!"

"I'm Martinez. Nitfel. Ode. Why are you so useless? Why is Kwaukmot still alive? Are you CIA so unreliable?!"

Sure enough, this guy has defected to the Americans!

"Why don't you say anything? Now that bastard Victor has left his position to Casare, what about me? What did you promise me!" Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Martinez kept saying that the CIA should compensate him.

For example, kill Casare again!

"Hello! Hello! Hello!"

"So, the rat is you." A faint laugh suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Martinez's body trembled violently, his pupils shrank, and the hair on his neck exploded, "You... who are you!"

"George Smiley, the Thirteenth Guardian."

Boom!

There was a muffled thunder in the sky outside the window, and Martinez's feet suddenly went soft.

"You can run now, our people are coming to kill you. Oh, by the way, let your wife and children hide well, hide and seek, let's start." George Smiley smiled and hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone inside, Martinez's eyes were full of despair.

Run!

Run away!

He called his wife in a panic.

"Hello, honey~"

"Don't kiss, kiss your mother! Run! Listen to me, run to America, go to America!" Martinez screamed and cursed.

The wife on the other side was stunned, and she also heard the other party's panic clearly, and hurriedly responded.

Martinez ran back to the bedroom, took out a bag from the closet, zipped it up, and found stacks of US dollars inside. After taking a look, he zipped it up again, and walked away with it without hesitation.

When I hurried down the road, I opened the door and my pupils froze. I saw three men standing at the door. The man in front smiled and stretched out his hand, "Catch it~"

Martinez was kicked into the house with his mouth half open. The three men walked in and closed the door with a click, startling the birds standing on the tree outside. After circling for a while, they flapped their wings and flew away.

Half an hour later.

The door was opened again.

The three thirteen guardians came out. Although the last one closed the door, the air was still filled with a bloody smell.

Martinez's body was hung upside down on the wall, staring, blood oozing from his forehead, his mouth open, and a fork stuck in it from the left to the right cheek, piercing directly.

On the wall next to him, it was written in blood: Traitor!

"The first one."!

...

San Diego, California, USA.

The dark night was a little hazy, the neon lights of the nightlife were swaying, and passers-by would look at the homeless people curled up next to them with disgust, and some would even spit at them.

"Dad, I'm hungry." A soft murmur came from a dark corner.

Pecos Acosta looked at his daughter in his arms, her little face was full of gray, and her eyes were confused.

"It's okay, you won't be hungry after a nap, we can get relief meals again tomorrow, and we can live in a big house when I find a job."

The daughter nodded obediently, lowered her head, and suddenly asked, "Why do we have to leave Mexico?"

Pecos Acosta was startled, "It's... not free over there."

"But I can go to school, I can go out and play with my friends, we can play on the seesaw, we can play on the rocking horse, we are very free." The daughter looked up at him, very confused, "In the United States, we have no house, no friends, I think they hate us too, is this freedom? Dad."

Pecos Acosta was silent.

He didn't know how to answer.

He was a teacher in China. He told his students many times about the freedom in the United States. He also yearned for this place. He hated Victor's policies and wanted to be in charge.

But he had been in the United States for a whole week.

The United States did not provide them with any accommodation at all. They only had two relief meals a day. They were even bullied by the locals. No one wanted them even if they looked for jobs.

Gurgle~

The hunger in his stomach sounded again.

Pecos Acosta came back to his senses, lowered his head and looked at his daughter twirling the corners of her clothes. His heart ached immediately. He looked up at the 7-Eleven opposite, gritted his teeth, stood up, and patted his daughter's face, "Stand here, I'll get you food."

"Do we... still have money? Dad!"

"Yes!" Pecos Acosta patted his pants, forced a smile, kissed his daughter, and ran across the street.

The little girl looked at him hopefully.

She felt that her father's back was... so big.

About two minutes later.

The door of the 7-Eleven was opened, and the little girl saw her father rushing out with bread in his arms, running out with a ferocious face, waving his hands vigorously, "Run! Run!"

Two waiters behind him rushed up, and a black man stood behind with a pistol and shot at him!

Bang!

She saw her father's body collapse and fall to the ground, and the black man went up and shot him twice.

"Dad..." The little girl stared and ran over in horror, and she saw blood all over the ground!

"Dad! Dad! Dad!"

The little girl knelt on the ground, crying and shouting, pushing his body, and the blood that seeped out dyed her skirt red, and the bread was 1 meter away from her.

"Ah! Dad, wake up, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, let's go back to Mexico, let's go home, okay, America is not good, it's really not good here, Dad, Dad!"

Under the lights and the nightlife, there was only the desperate cry of the little girl, and... the crowd of strangers standing next to her.

"Dad, Dad..."

Pecos Acosta, who longed for America, died in America.

He had forgotten one thing from beginning to end.

America...

is hell in itself!