Working as a police officer in Mexico

Office on the top floor of the National Palace.

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the table while making a phone call. Pentagon Secretary of Defense Donald was speaking passionately on the other end, "You've gone too far. People on Wall Street are very dissatisfied with you. You've made a big fuss about a few chaebols."

"Many chaebol children who have fled to the United States have criticized you in the news. Do you know how much this has affected your reputation?"

"American capital thinks you are completely unwelcome to them. They call you a tyrant."

"Even many institutions have listed you as one of the countries that cannot be invested in!"

Donald said with some earnest words:

"If you want to develop, you can't do without them at all."

Victor paused, "Wall Street, what is it?"

"Capital is a dog. If there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to move. If there is a 50% profit, capital will take risks. If there is a 100% profit, capital will dare to risk being hanged. If there is a 300% profit, Capital dares to trample on all the laws of the world. "

There was a strong disdain in his tone, "Even if they know I am holding a butcher knife, they are reluctant to leave the huge market of 140 million people in Mexico. The chaebols are high up in the clouds, pointing at the people below and looking down on everything. I have to pull them down and tell them that making money is fine, but you can only take power and status if I want to give it to you."

"I won't give it to you, you can't take it!"

"Sir, the United States is like a stupid pig coerced by capital, but Mexico is not. Capital is the pig and the chaebols are the pigs. If I am not happy, I will pull them out and kill a few of them. Do you know what I got from the blood given by the 11 chaebols?"

Victor's tone was very firm, "I got the loyalty of the soldiers, the love of the people, and the money to rebuild the grassroots facilities. As long as capital is given time, it will grow up slowly again like leeks."

Donald was stunned by these words.

So...

For warlords, capitalists are leeks?

The old man wanted to refute and say, don't you think this is bad for your image?

Then he thought, what a shitty image, Victor's image now can be described in two words: crazy!

But he felt that what the other party said was really reasonable.

Capital is not a person or an organization, but a form. As long as there are people, there will be no lack of capital.

"Mr. Donald, what Mexico can't lack the most is not the chaebol, but me." Victor said meaningfully.

The old defense minister half opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he lacked confidence when he said it, "Then you can't just wait until capital grows up and use violence all the time, right?"

"Whoever controls violence controls money, not who controls money controls violence. If I say white, he is white, if I say black, he is black, if I say you destroy the market, you destroy the market. Isn't it easy to get evidence?"

"When the fire doesn't burn itself, capital always thinks of luck, not unity."

This makes sense.

Look at India, which has been cheating foreign capital for 60 years...

Isn't Vodafone amazing?

India almost lost the battle, but they changed the law directly. Guess what? The government won. Although this kind of pig-killing scheme made many people not want to invest in India, you see, there will be no shortage of investors one day?

Knowing that this is a cesspool, people will jump in.

Mexico's geographical location also determines that if you want to do business in North America, you can't bypass it, especially after Victor expanded the port, the number of Baja California from the original 3 ocean ports to 8, and it is also planned to be an economic demonstration port.

In other words, you don't need to pay any taxes to ship goods from here, you just need to fill out a form, and the main purpose is to boost the surrounding economy.

There are plenty of people coming.

Donald saw that Victor was a bit "dung beetle urinating on the kang-playing dirty", so he didn't want to continue to argue with him on this matter.

"You know it yourself."

"After the recent election, there will be further discussions on US-Mexico relations."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "The trend of the Republican Party is not optimistic recently..."

Under the offensive of the couple, they were defeated step by step. Almost no one could fight. The only one who could fight was still lying in the hospital. It is said that he vomited blood last night.

The old defense minister was quiet, "Politics is the art of compromise. No matter what, the position of defense minister is mine."

Victor smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Good luck."

After hanging up the phone, he thought quietly. There was only his breathing in the office. It seemed that since the shooting of the mayor of Hampton, Virginia, there was a large-scale riot and assassination.

But it was suppressed by a "mysterious force".

It seems...

The two major parties in the United States are still restrained.

But Victor is not afraid of who comes to power. If you want peace, I will give peace. If you want to play, I will play with you.

If you don't give me satisfactory benefits, I will overturn the table!

Ding-ling-ling~

The phone on the table interrupted his thoughts in a hurry.

"Hello~"

"General, this is Horatio. The latest battle situation is that Heijend von Strawitz's armored forces have occupied Morelos State and captured the capital Cuernavaca."

Victor: ???

He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, which showed: 15:32.

Starting from 9 am, you conquered a state in six hours?

You must be kidding!

Although Morelos State is not big, it is only more than 4,800 square kilometers. This area is actually equivalent to a medium-sized prefecture-level city in China, much smaller than Magic City, equivalent to Wuxi.

But you conquered it in six hours, isn't it too exaggerated?

Don't you need time on the way?

Or is there no resistance?

"Is the record true?"

"Really, aerial reconnaissance shows that Cuernavaca has indeed been captured. The local militia originally had more than 600 people, and they all retreated to the south. The people on the street are welcoming them with drums and gongs."

Victor's tone suddenly improved, with a smile on his face, "Good! Well done, six hours, six hours to capture Morelos State, the first merit, you tell Commander Strawitz, when he comes back, I will celebrate for him."

"Good!"

Victor got up from his chair and walked around to the map hanging on the wall. With Morelos State in hand, Mexico City no longer has to worry about becoming the front line of the war, and the safety level has been greatly increased.

He put his hands on his waist, lit a cigarette for himself, and slapped his palms heavily on several southern states, with a "between the hands" confidence on his face.

The troops who got the benefits are really doing things.

In fact, Commander Heijend von Strawitz was also somewhat at a loss. He led the armored troops to charge forward, but felt that the tanks were not fast enough in this plateau area, so he ordered Deputy Commander Kurt Konispe to lead the tanks to mop up the rear.

He bypassed the city in front of him and led a regiment straight to Cuernavaca. The road was smooth and he did not encounter any attacks. When he arrived at the city, he saw this scene.

Hundreds of ordinary people stood on the main road into the city, holding busts of Victor and cheering, and there were banners prepared in advance.

"Warmly welcome the government troops to enter Cuernavaca!"

"Long live General Victor!"

Some people even took flowers and threw them on the military vehicles that came in first...

We welcome the king's army with food and drink!

"General, General..." When Heijint von Strawitz got off the car, the guard was holding his gun nervously and looking around vigilantly. Suddenly, an old man ran to him, knelt down, and shouted loudly and shrilly, lying on the ground, "Why are you here now?"

"If you had come earlier, my son would not have been beaten to death by drug dealers."

The guard stood in front of Strawitz. He looked at the crying old man and felt bad. He patted the guard's shoulder gently to signal him not to be nervous. He walked over and bent over to help the other person up with both hands.

His face was stunned. There was no flesh on the other person's arms!

It was like... two bamboo poles.

Heijint von Strawitz looked around in confusion, and everyone looked pale.

"General!"

"We are suffering. The drug dealers don't treat us as human beings. They make us dig up all the food and grow raw materials, but they don't care about our rations at all. Each household only has one bag of corn less than 30 kilograms every two weeks."

The old man was still crying and gesturing, "My little grandson was less than 3 days old when he starved to death. He weighed less than 5 kilograms when he died!!!"

"The drug dealers asked my daughter-in-law to transport drugs for them. They cut open her stomach alive, took out her organs, and stuffed drugs in her. Ah!!"

He beat his chest and stamped his feet when he said this. He almost died. His crying was a little twitchy:

"My son was beaten to death by them. He was beaten to death in front of my eyes. Their heads were chopped off and thrown into my arms."

(--Excerpt from the real oral account of Guatemalan refugees).

Strawitz and the soldiers around him were silent...

He felt his chest tremble.

This "Spring City" less than 85 kilometers away from Mexico City is actually so bad?

The South is like hell.

Their class structure is distorted.

Drug dealers \u003e officials \u003e civilians \u003e useless refugees!

The militia they formed is more like their private army. When they see that the situation is not right, they will let them protect them and run away.

Strawitz helped the old man up and dusted off the dust on his knees. Looking at the hundreds of people, he stood on the Hummer and said, "Everyone, listen to me. I understand your experience. Don't worry, those bastard drug dealers will definitely die!"

"We will drown them in the pit!"

"Don't worry, the general's troops are here, and we don't have to worry about anyone standing on our heads. Boll, give them all the food we brought."

The guard was startled, opened his mouth, and finally nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"Little friend, eat." A female medical worker who accompanied the army took out two sausages and a piece of chocolate from her backpack. These are all quick energy supplements. She said to a skinny child.

The other person was very dirty, with snot and sticky stuff from unknown objects on his face. He was barefoot, and he looked like a worthless...poor person.

He was alone, wearing thin clothes even in autumn, standing timidly by the side, at a loss.

When the sausage and chocolate were handed over, he raised his head, and the sunlight behind the other person made her face unclear.

The child licked his tongue and looked around helplessly.

"Take it and eat it."

The female hygienist tore open the sausage and handed it to him. She looked at him, thought for a moment, took out a red scarf from her backpack, wrapped it around the child in his frightened and panicked eyes, and used a disinfectant cotton swab on his face. Wipe away the dirt.

Looking at her clean and tender face, the female hygienist nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what happens in the future, you must be clean. Life may be fucked up, but living has meaning and a future, right?"

With that said, he patted his head, turned and left with a smile.

"You...what's your name?" the little boy asked suddenly.

"Look here, we are an army for the people." The female health worker pointed to her armband.

The other party nodded in understanding.

He actually didn't know why he was standing here. The neighbor next door said he was going to meet the government troops and he would come if he had something to eat.

On that red scarf...

It smells so good.

He raised his head and looked at the troops, and a seed was planted in his little heart. When he grew up quickly, he must... must find the other party.

…

Yucatan. Merida. National Palace.

The phone on Arturo De Sena's desk kept ringing.

"What? The state of Morelos has fallen? Waste! Waste! Where are the local militia? Where are the local police? Where are the local armed forces? Let them easily enter the city government? Where is the governor? Shoot him! Shoot him!"

Bang!

His roar was heard in the office. He hung up the phone with a livid face and his mouth was still trembling. This was because he was angry.

It's not going well today.

Starting from answering the phone early in the morning...

They all said that government troops raided and then... disappeared.

When asked how they were doing, they said that the opponent's firepower was too strong and they all fell.

Doesn’t Arturo Desena still know what they are?

They are all running away.

He wanted to send Los Zetas over for a moment, but he hesitated and quickly gave up the idea. Are you kidding? This army is his lifeblood. What if they are defeated on the front line? ?

How do you fight for power?

Those bastard sons of Abrego from the Gulf Group immediately pounced on him.

Hey~

Headache.

"Sir~"

The door was gently opened, and Endrik Vinicius, the "Deputy Minister of Defense" and "Minister of Foreign Affairs" of the southern government, walked in. His eyes flashed when he saw the documents scattered on the ground.

"What's up?"

"Another murder occurred against tourists in Cancun. This time a pair of Filipinos died. The local chamber of commerce expressed dissatisfaction and asked us to severely punish the murderers, which made it impossible for them to continue their business."

"Hold!"

Arturo Desenato heard a curse.

A murderous maniac recently appeared in Cancun. The local police have no ability to deal with it. They are just a bunch of gangsters. How can they solve the case?

Even if you rely on local intelligence about drug dealers, you still can't catch them...

The man seemed to fly out of nowhere.

Cancun's tourism industry has been devastated. This is the eighth murder case against foreigners.

"Just pick someone up and shoot him. We will tell the public that we have caught the murderer and go to the slums to look for him."

Endric Vinicius nodded, "And there are more and more homeless people on the street..."

"Do you want to tell me about this too?"

Arturo Desena rudely interrupted the other party, "If you don't like them, just ask the forklift to shovel it out for them."

Apparently... his temper has gotten a little bit worse.

He sat down on the chair, took the cigarette, and wanted to light it for himself, but everything went wrong today. He lit the lighter several times, but nothing happened. He was so angry that he threw it against the wall and let out a Explosions.

People who heard the noise outside rushed in, "Sir..."

"Get out, get out!"

The guards looked at each other, and finally at Endrick, who nodded slightly, and the group of people slowly exited.

Although Arturo usually seems to be vigorous and resolute, the more radical and unstable this kind of person is, what's the use of a drug dealer even if he has been a prosecutor in a certain state. Whenever something happens, he will yell. .

It's all rubbish!

Endrick was even more disdainful of him in his heart, but he still had a very humble expression on his face. He bent down and picked up the documents from the ground, "Sir, I also know about the three border states, but I don't think this is a bad thing. ”

Arturo looked over with scarlet eyes.

The other party still lowered his head humbly and twisted his fat body, "Look, the nearest Cuernavaca is only 85 kilometers away from Mexico City. Our firepower is not as good as the Northern Army. If we put heavy troops there, Instead, they will be beaten and the losses will be more serious.”

"The most important thing is that they are all from the Gulf Group from top to bottom. Our people can't get in at all. After losing it, the ones who are most anxious are Qiorgia and the others."

"After all, we don't get any tax from there."

Arturo frowned, very anxious, "But Victor obviously has a tendency to go south. After conquering the three states, the land below will be almost flat. It won't be long before he can rush down."

"On the contrary, I have a different view. Sir, wars have been launched too frequently this year. Victor's supplies are a big problem. Even if he has money from a few plutocrats, he still has a heavy burden. "

Endrick began to analyze the situation for him, "I think they will stop and not go south again. What we have lost are three useless states."

"The first thing to do now is to get rid of Giorgia first. Kill him. The other drug dealers will not be afraid. You will have the final say on the southern government. By then, we will be able to marshal our forces to fight Victor to the death."

“It’s not certain who will win, the final victory is the real victory!”

"If you think the tanks of the Northern Army are too fast, we can lay mines. We can lay 10,000, 100,000, or hundreds of thousands of mines on the border, which can hinder them for a long time."

This move is simply cruel.

No consideration was given to civilians.

Arturo Desena was obviously fooled into lameness by the dog-headed strategist. When he thought about it, he really was.

The depression in his chest couldn't help but become wider.

"You're right!"

"When will Giorgia go to Thailand?"

"The original plan was to meet with Zhang Qifu's people from Myanmar at a coffee hut on the east bank of the Chao Phraya River (Chao Phraya River) in Bangkok, Thailand, the day after tomorrow, to discuss the transportation of drugs."

Zhang Qifu also has a stage name: Kunsha.

Arturo Desena's eyes flashed, "Send the news to the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency, and then send our people there. If he is not caught, find someone to kill him!"

He couldn't wait any longer...

Half of the country has fallen into Victor's hands. If he wants to resist, he has to discuss it with Giorgia. It is very uncomfortable to live in partnership with others. He wants to be the boss.

Many history lessons tell us that there can only be one boss...

No matter which entrepreneurial organization ends up fighting among themselves.

"Don't blame me, Giorgia." Arturo Desena said with empty eyes.

Endric also had evil intentions. He lowered his head and tried not to laugh out loud.

Let's kill, let's fight among ourselves...

Those who are killed will perish together, and when the time comes, I will benefit from the fishermen behind.

A small political power with so many people harboring strange ideas will be destroyed sooner or later.

…

Colombo, Sri Lanka, international airport.

"Ding dong~"

The voice of air traffic control sounded in the airport, "I'm sorry to inform all passengers that due to force majeure, the airport will be temporarily closed and all flights will be cancelled. We have prepared hotels and meals for you. Please go there under the guidance of the staff Book a hotel, I’m so sorry.”

It was also played again in English.

Colombo is a tourist city with many backpackers.

After hearing this, many people were very dissatisfied and chirped.

One Indian guy even pushed the staff hard and shouted something unknown, but he was very emotional, so the staff could only comfort them as much as possible.

"I want to go home today! Arrange a flight for me immediately, immediately, I order you!" A woman wearing sunglasses suddenly screamed loudly, "My father is the president of South Korea's Hanjin Group!"

The attendants standing next to her did not dare to speak.

Thumb thump thump~

A group of armed soldiers rushed to the terminal, led by a Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel. He obviously heard the woman's screams, looked over with evil eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The airport is under military control from now on, please follow the plan..."

"Damn it!"

"You pig, Assi, prepare a plane for me. I want to go back to South Korea. I will never come here again. This is a garbage place." The woman who claimed to be the daughter of the CEO of Hanjin suddenly rushed over and cursed. .

She still smelled strongly of alcohol, and like a shrew, she reached out to scratch the lieutenant colonel's face, but he dodged it.

The Korean next to her quickly grabbed her and said all she could, but she still pointed arrogantly, "I'll let my father kill you."

The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel laughed angrily, raised his hand and slapped her, knocking her down to the ground with a snap, kicked the opponent on the head, took the rifle from the soldier's hand, and hit the opponent hard on the head with the butt of the rifle. superior.

"A country founded on a US military base, why are you so arrogant!"

"Hanjin Group?"

"Holy shit, Sri Lankan!"

After three or two blows, his head was bleeding.

"Come on, Assi, General, don't do anything, General..." The Koreans next to him shouted, but they were also pushed to the ground by the soldiers and started to fight.

The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel looked around with evil eyes, and finally stopped on the Indian guy. The latter shivered and shrank his head.

"Is anyone still dissatisfied?"

No one said a word...

You see, if you don’t listen to the nice things I say to you, and you get beaten, you know it hurts.

Buzz buzz~

Passengers in the terminal heard the sound coming from outside. The engine was very heavy. They turned their heads one by one and saw the plane emerging from the clouds in the sky.

It’s different from ordinary passenger planes…

All of them have "fat heads and big ears".

"C-130! This is C-130!" A knowledgeable person exclaimed, "There are so many."

Everyone looked at it in surprise.

Some children started counting, "One, two, three..."

But he was quickly silenced by his parents.

No wonder martial law is required. It turns out that the US military came to Sri Lanka?

What are they here for?

Some people subconsciously picked up their cameras and started taking pictures. They glanced at the army from the corner of their eyes and saw that they didn't stop them, and they became more courageous.

Under the control of the tower, the C-130 began to land and taxied safely.

When the cabin door opened and a beam of light came in, Erich Manstein took a long breath. It was only more than a day, but it felt like he had been there for a long time. The smell of the plane... was really unpleasant.

"Okay, get off the plane in order, everyone put on their masks, and check to see if the badges have been cancelled."

This is the request of the Sri Lankan military...

After all, it is not good to say that foreign troops come to help them eliminate terrorist organizations. If the outside world does not know who they are, wouldn’t it be a little more face-saving?

The little brain is useful.

The tourists in the terminal saw armed men wearing "gangster hats" and clothes from unknown countries getting off the plane.

In the toilet on one side, the door was closed, and a pair of eyes stared at the soldiers coming down. He picked up a phone and dialed a number.

"Hello."

"The Mexicans are coming!"

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