Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 366 Casare, do you lack maternal love?

Victor still wanted to lose face.

At least they didn't use troop carriers to pull these American "pigs".

When the motorcade drove into Tijuana from the airport, there were no police cars to clear the way and no crowds to greet it. This made Diane Rodham very unhappy. She likes to enjoy everyone respecting her.

Sitting in the car, he wiped his face vigorously with a wet wipe. He gritted his teeth at the place where Casare had touched just now, "I must chop off his claws!"

Donald Rumsfeld, who was riding with her in the car, glanced at her and said nothing, "How dare you chop off Casare?"

Tomorrow I will let you understand what it means to live a good life with big equipment.

Do you really think this is the United States?

He looked out the window into the distance. Tijuana was very prosperous, really... very prosperous.

This is not the first time he has come to this important northern city, but the last time he came, you could see gangsters sitting on the railings on the roadside smoking cigarettes everywhere, and you could also see drug dealers doing their fair business on pickup trucks.

And now...

There are police officers at 500 meters, police cars at 1,000 meters, and Vulcan cannons at 3 kilometers...

You want to sell drugs?

You are just fucking robbing people here. You have to be pinned to the ground before you can get very far. It can be said that Tijuana has a unified government.

"Evil men must be punished by evil men," Donald Rumsfeld murmured.

"What did you say?" Diane Rodham frowned and turned her head and asked.

"nothing."

Donald paused and said with a serious face, "Diane, although we are in different parties, we are all here for the interests of the United States. I hope you can understand that in Mexico, don't offend Victor!!"

Diane Rodham sneered when she heard this.

She was very unhappy with this old man, thinking that he was simply sanctimonious. When she met her husband when she was studying, the latter was a famous playboy.

There are 1,000 girls in the school, and he is with 999 of them.

Once I was with a mistress, and my husband liked her very much.

Diane Rodham told her husband, if you are not with me, I will make it impossible for you to enter politics. If you are with me, I will support you to reach the highest position!

Her husband is very afraid of her, but he is also afraid that a third party will tell her.

Diane Rodham said to leave it to her, so she found the other party at night and told her to leave her husband, otherwise they would say in the media that she was a prostitute and would ask the school to expel her. If she obeyed and left safely, she would be given She a sum of money.

The other party was just an ordinary student. She was frightened when she heard it and ran away. This was her first stop.

Later, she helped her husband resolve dozens of "reputation disputes" all related to women.

And Donald Rumsfeld criticized her in public, "a woman like a poisonous scorpion!"

Therefore, the two of them are not very good at dealing with each other.

Negotiating jointly on behalf of the United States is also a common practice among American political parties to hold each other back.

After hearing the other party's "words", Diane Rodham laughed angrily and said, "I am a snake-like woman, but I can't bear your words. Just mind yourself. Oh, your granddaughter is having an affair with Victor. We are all dead, and you are fine."

Donald Rumsfeld was so angry that his blood pressure soared. He snorted, "I don't care whether you live or die!"

The driver of the car shivered and felt "big terror!" behind him.

beep beep ~

Loudspeakers on the roadside played passionate music.

"Welcome to His Majesty's City, Tijuana!!!"

The convoy drove to the "Peace Hotel", which is directly operated by the Governor's Palace. There were soldiers guarding the surroundings. There was also a Mi-8 and a rescue helicopter on the roof. Even the windows were bulletproof, and the walls could accept RG-60TB grenades. Fight.

It is specially designed for some foreign representatives who come to Tijuana to report their work.

The doorman pushed the U.S. delegation's luggage upstairs.

"Everyone, have a good rest." Casare said with a smile.

"When will Victor see us?"

Fatty Ka looked at Diane Rodham who was speaking, still with that harmless smile, "Mr. Governor will receive you."

Interview? !

The term rankled the American delegation.

They have always gone to other places to dominate. Even an ordinary person became the emperor of a small African country. You, Mexico, have been oppressed by us for hundreds of years. What qualifications do you have to say this? !

Diane Rodham stood in front angrily. Her height was just above Casare's shoulders. She raised her head and looked at him, "Our things are very important!"

Casare stretched out his hand, but the other party quickly stepped back.

Like a scared... bunny?

If this spreads out, she will definitely be slandered by some small newspapers. She and her husband have a very good relationship, although they have their own affairs.

Casare laughed, his chin trembled when he laughed. In addition, he had gained some weight recently, and his panties were more protruding than some pans. He put his hand under his nose and smelled it, with an intoxicated look on his face. .

abnormal!

"It's a nice scent. Be obedient in Tijuana. If you die, I will feel bad."

Casare stared at Diane Rodham with strange eyes, making the other person feel uncomfortable all over. Finally, Donald stood up and said, "Sir, please let Victor see us as soon as possible."

"No problem, I'll relay it to you."

He smiled, pulled up his suit, glanced at Diane Rodham, turned around and left. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "If your husband can't satisfy you, You can come to me."

Even though she was a big shot in the United States, she couldn't stand such dirty talk.

The Americans around her all looked at Diane Rodham with strange faces. Those with low status looked at her cautiously, while those with high status looked her up and down.

Hey, you know what, although she is over 40 years old, her skin is really good.

"Ahem, that's enough, go back to the room to rest, and everyone, pay attention to what to say and what not to say." Mr. Donald stood up and said, after looking at Diane Rodham, he took his party members up first.

The Republicans were left staring at each other.

"Let's go!"

Finally, Diane Rodham gritted her teeth and snorted coldly.

At this time, the atmosphere in the meeting hall of the Governor's Palace - the National Palace was very warm. The reporters arranged by Propaganda Minister Goebbels were very polite and did not ask any questions that made everyone unhappy.

You see, this is very good.

After the meeting, Victor and his party came to the lunch, exchanging cups and drinking a lot of wine.

"I heard that the Governor's soldiers are exchanging fire in Nuevo León?" A dark-skinned man with glasses asked in fluent Spanish.

The people around him all looked over.

"My warriors are retaking Nuevo León. A broken Mexico is not what I want, but a Mexico ruled by drug dealers is what I hate. Let's work together for a new ideal!"

"I love them, and I hope my soldiers will be safe on the front line. Cheers to them."

Victor raised the red wine in his hand and said.

Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the victory.

"I also heard that a company of 300 people held off two regiments of 4,000 drug dealers for several hours, and it caused quite a stir on the Internet." The Ugandan official who spoke was still full of amazement in his tone.

300 people VS 4,000!

This record is simply outrageous in modern warfare.

It's all on the Internet?

In fact, the 1990s was the time when the Internet took off, especially Mexico, which is very close to the United States, and was also taken up by this trend, coupled with Victor's deliberate guidance.

In April 1991, the Mexican Computer Center was established and a forum was built, which allowed people to post and flood the forum, greatly bringing entertainment activities to the people.

The computers are a bit expensive at present, but after the Mexican parts industry progresses, these will not be a problem. If it doesn't work, they will be smuggled by the government!

Send some "chamber pots" to take people to the United States to buy.

At present, the number of Mexican computer users living in several large cities in the north exceeds 200,000, while the number of American computer users at the same time is 3.3 million.

There is a big difference.

The battle for "Savilian Village" is also the first record of the Mexican Northern Army to be spread on the Internet.

Almost all of North America, no, even the whole world, knows about this war as long as they flood the forum.

There are even photos!

Video?

At that time, BBS was not so powerful.

But even so.

Among them, the scene of Phyllis "one to two" also made many front pages. Next to the bombed car, a warrior carried his comrade forward.

Many people also called to ask what happened in the end.

But it must be said that this photo brought a lot of popularity to Victor and the Northern Army.

It also made more young people have a kind of "yearning" for the anti-drug war in Mexico?

Stupid, is war a yearning...

They just think it's cool.

Victor's eyes were slightly red, and he handed the wine glass to someone else, and his tears were a little accumulated. "The A Battalion, A Company, 336th Regiment, 4th Marine Division, was originally reorganized from the Mexican Army. Their company commander, Captain Helvin Sandoval, is an excellent commander, a passionate soldier, a man who loves life very much. He has his own children and a wife who loves him, but he has dedicated his life to the whole of Mexico."

"He is the real hero!"

As he spoke, his tears could not help but flow down.

"People outside only see their courage in the war, but I see that my soldiers and my brothers are fighting for the cause of drug control!"

"With such hope, we will definitely defeat the enemy. If I fall, my son will still be there. If my son falls, my grandson will still be there. In the future, I will kill all the drug dealers on this planet. I want them to think of me, Victor, when they see drugs!"

"We will stick to this road until we die!"

The applause was thunderous.

The little fan, Nicolas Maro Moro of Venezuela, clapped his hands red.

Lus Inasi Lu da Silva was more determined to ask Victor to send soldiers to Rio de Janeiro to help with drug control!

The Ugandan official was also infected, "Sir, please...can I see them?"

Victor was quiet.

"Tomorrow, they will arrive in Tijuana on a special plane. They will be buried in the national cemetery. We will hold a memorial service for them."

"Please let us participate. We Ugandans treat warriors with the most sincerity."

The official said solemnly.

Of course Victor would not refuse, so he nodded in agreement, and the others came over one after another.

They said they wanted to bow and show their respect.

After lunch, someone would take them to rest.

The meeting could not last every minute, so they had some fun and could go to Tijuana for a stroll.

"Minister Kaye, do we need to go to welcome the spirit?" a Ugandan official asked the black man with glasses.

The other party's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he lowered his voice, "If the relationship is good, we can naturally ask him to buy some weapons that we don't have."

That is, the former is his brother, otherwise, he would not explain.

The other party suddenly realized, "Then I will be more sincere tomorrow."

Kaye nodded and looked at his watch, "Let's go, take a break, and go to Tijuana in the afternoon. There are still many things we can learn from Victor."

"Otherwise, after overthrowing Yoweri Kaguta, we will not be able to govern the country."

Hmm...

The delegation is discussing overthrowing their own boss.

This is very African.

Kaye tilted his glasses...

Uganda did not intend to send a delegation this time, but he heard that Mexico has a lot of American equipment, even bombers and artillery, as well as the banned... thermobaric bombs!

Victor likes to throw "thermobaric bombs" too much. This thing can't be hidden at all. Otherwise, do you think the Americans are so easy to compromise?

More than 3,000 kilometers of border.

I can't bear it if I throw it casually!

You will be criticized internally.

Do you think they are here to attend the anti-drug conference?

They just saw the "imperial spirit" rising in North America, which made the United States scream and dare not go south, and they understood that Victor's regime was basically stable. Now is the time to hug thighs. If not now, when?

Don't think that black people are stupid.

At least they are wise...? Civilized...

At least they are human beings!

They also have the ability to avoid harm and seek good fortune.

After everyone left.

Victor was still sitting, gnawing on a chicken leg, looking at the food and drinks and shaking his head, "Don't waste these, let the staff take them back. You know, every grain of rice and piece of meat is hard-earned, don't waste them."

The supervisor standing next to him was tense, and nodded hurriedly after hearing, "We won't waste any of our food. Sometimes, we will send the leftovers in the pot to orphanages and nursing homes, and we will never throw them away."

Victor nodded with satisfaction, burped, and smiled at his entourage, "It won't be long before we can have enough food. I was hungry too."

He is becoming more and more like a leader.

Just then, George Smiley trotted to his ear and whispered a few words. Victor was startled, and before he could speak, Casare and his group ran in.

Seeing him, King Wei couldn't help laughing, "I heard that you like a woman in the American delegation? Do you want to bring her over to sleep with you tonight?"

Casare laughed awkwardly.

"But this woman is over 40 years old and has a husband. You just like this type? It's a bit difficult."

"Boss, don't laugh at me."

Victor's smile faded, and he said seriously, "I'm telling the truth. Her husband is a bit powerful. The best way to conquer a woman is to make her happy in bed. Do you think that if you satisfy him, she will satisfy you?"

"Think about Ethan. She is with a woman from the Kennedy family. She has returned to the United States and calls him every day and gives him pocket money."

Good guy...

Persuading good women and men to go to the sea.

In the eyes of some staff members of the Governor's Office who know the intelligence

Ethan Hunt is the king of ducks!

They say behind his back that he relies on women.

But how much envy there is, only they know.

I also hope that there will be rich women who can value their stubbornness.

Casare looked at the boss and found that he didn't look like he was pretending. He stuttered, "Boss... are you serious?"

"Isn't cheating normal in the United States?"

"Think about it, she's under you..."

Casare's old face turned red, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "I think she's pretty."

"Hahaha, that's fine, I want 119 Americans to come and 120 to go back."