Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 136 Victor is my father!

Is this called a simple request?

Quaukmot's face froze.

A full-scale war against drug traffickers means that Mexico will overthrow all the current order. After all, the evil order is also order, and it is better than Haiti.

To a certain extent, the interests of the comprador and bureaucratic classes will not change, and the drug dealers have no intention of rebelling. They are just lying on the bodies of ordinary people to suck blood.

"They control 90% of the country's wealth." Kwaukmot said in a low voice.

Victor knew who he meant by "them."

When Calderon announced the drug war in 2006, he launched the navy, army and air force, 19 aircraft, 38 helicopters, 1 maritime patrol fleet, 246 vehicles, 29 drug-sniffing dogs and 5,000 troops on December 13. Several soldiers launched a crackdown on drug trafficking syndicates in Michoacán.

Do you know how many were killed in the end?

A total of 5,023 plantations were destroyed, 127 guns were confiscated, and 120 drug traffickers were arrested.

What is this achievement called?

This is called an outing!

Although there are many plantations, they are not valuable at all. Drug trafficking groups after the millennium no longer make money by cultivating DM. They are already selling new drugs such as KKY, with high profits and low costs.

In other words, these people are just the "face" thrown to Calderon by others.

I don’t know if Calderon was angry to death, but when he declared that the anti-drug war had failed, he said something meaningful, “Drug dealers are well nourished in this soil.”

"Are you scared?" Victor asked suddenly.

"Of course not!" Quaukmot replied quickly.

"Then you are still worried about your lack of confidence?"

This time the other party stopped talking.

“They control 90% of Mexico’s wealth, and I control a police force of nearly 4,000 people, and a National Guard of 15,000 people will be established in Baja California. I also have 6 armed helicopters, a maritime patrol boat, and 17 armored vehicles. There are 117 artillery pieces with different calibers and countless types of guns!”

"I just want to ask!"

"How many dollars can stop my 150mm artillery!" Victor's eyes were aggressive.

warlord!

NTM this is a warlord!

But when the gun is held to the head, there will always be applause: "Wow, that feels so awesome."

Quaukmot also had a look of shock on his face.

A 4,000-strong police force?

Based on the weapons and equipment he saw on the road, it is no exaggeration to say that no Mexican army can fight him head-on.

Didn't Kwaukemot know how bad the army was?

Work in the army during the day and work as a drug dealer at night.

The main thing is a part-time job.

"Sir, I don't understand politics, but I always believe that fists = rights. If it's mine, I should fight for it. Don't worry, if anyone dares to grab our food at the table, his mouth will be smashed."

"Your name should be hung high in the history of Mexico just like your father. Your bronze statue should always stand in front of the Mexican official residence. Your name is Mexico!" Victor said with a strong "bewitching" tone. "color.

Alejandro sitting next to him:? ? ? ?

That’s what you told me back then! What a scumbag, he said one sentence to two people.

Quaukmot's heart was beating loudly.

What is the point to be alive?

Nothing but fame and fortune!

Although he wanted to agree directly, Kwaukemot had been struggling for decades, and he understood one sentence, "There is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason."

"What else do you want?"

Victor almost said: "I want to control the world's soldiers and horses."

Of course, this is absolutely impossible. What country can allow a person who is only a few months away from turning 30 to serve as a military and police spokesman?

What do you think Africa is?

Unless there is a military coup, but look at Victor, it says on his forehead: Loyal to the country and love the people, and on his chin: Healer and Heroic. Will such a person rebel?

I am an anti-drug hero, an anti-drug pioneer, and His Majesty Victor (delete!)

In fact, the most important thing is that he wants a reputation. If you advocate anti-drugs now, the Americans will not do anything to you. Americans in the 1990s are still very proud in their bones, and they have not become as concerned about drugs as they have been since the millennium. Almost indulgent.

If you ban drugs, sometimes they are eager to agree.

The political system in the United States is like this. People from both sides, I definitely disagree with what you agree with, and I definitely agree with what you disagree with.

If there is a military coup...

If you call Mexico dead today, Victor will stand up, and tomorrow you will be eliminated at the designated location.

Latin America is the back garden of Eagle Sauce. Do you think anyone can stand up?

Victor smiled, "I am doing it for the Mexican people. Of course, I found that Mr. Alejandro is firmly on our side on the same road as us. We should give him more responsibilities and powers." , he is very suitable to be the governor of Baja California.”

See, this is the art of speaking!

When Alejandro heard this, he straightened his back and looked at Cuauquemot nervously. The other person turned his head, looked at him, glanced up and down, and nodded with a smile, "I can feel it. To the righteousness of Mr. Alejandro.”

"I will facilitate this."

Alejandro Yisong.

He swears!

The most correct thing in this life is to hug Victor's thigh!

He was promoted from the director of the Prison Bureau to the governor in less than a year. There are only 32 states in Mexico, which means that he has almost become a fiefdom.

Long live Uncle Victor! !

The conversation between the two parties was very pleasant, and at least they reached a consensus on basic understanding.

At the end of the conversation, Cuauquemot made a personal request that his wife and son be in Baja California.

"I don't want them to follow me into danger again."

Victor nodded, "Of course, no problem. I will arrange for him to go to school on Guadalupe Island and arrange for your wife to work in the city hall. For your safety, you can rest assured that you can leave your guards to us."

Quaukmot said sincerely: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Regarding the Guards, it's not that Victor wants to put people around him. The main thing is that besides himself, does anyone else believe in him?

During Calderon's time, 15 people in the Presidential Guard had connections with drug traffickers, and some even poisoned him.

The struggle is sometimes unscrupulous!

…

Mexico City. Presidential residence.

Carlos hasn't eaten in almost two days.

Quintero is missing!

He knows a lot of his secrets.

It can even be said to be a scandal.

Kick, kick, kick.

The sound of footsteps came, and secretary Ajit trotted in. He had been very busy recently, with a hurried look on his face. He looked at Carlos's back and took a deep breath, "Mr."

"explain."

"According to the investigation by Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen), he should have been kidnapped by "professional" people. After obtaining his contact information, it was found that before he disappeared, he was in contact with a woman named Leanna LSero Carters. The female reporter contacted me.”

Cisen also investigated the female reporter, and she was arrested by Victor during her interview in Baja California!

Carlos turned his head sharply, "Victor?"

Ajith nodded.

There was still too little swear words in Spanish. Carlos's old face was so red that he couldn't help but say two words, "Bastard!"

Ajit raised his eyes and looked at him, then told him another piece of news, "Cisen investigated and found out that Cuaukmote took a leave of absence because of something going on at home, but... we found that he took his whole family to Baja California."

"Kwaukmot?!!"

If Victor is the "beating grasshopper" in Carlos's eyes, then Cuauquemot is the thorn in his side.

Among Mexican factions, Cuauquemot has been a challenger for his position.

And Carlos wanted to be re-elected, so he kept guarding against him.

Even some of the "methods" used by drug dealers were his acquiescence. Even his wife's leg was hit by a car because of him!

The purpose is to damage his reputation.

Many people on the outside changed their stance when they saw that there was no future for him.

But seeing the person he pinned to the ground trying to get up, he was also followed by another "bastard planning to form a partnership?"

That's not bad.

Carlos's bald head was shining fiercely.

"Kill him! Find someone to kill him!"

His voice was hysterical in the office.