Working as a police officer in Mexico

Tijuana, City Hall.

Mexico City did not send a governor down, so Cuauquemot asked Victor to act as governor first.

acting!

Wages will not increase.

Does this count as the concentration of military and political power in one hand?

Many people in Tijuana are already saying that Victor may now be a dictator, but he has yet to have his iconic "scene."

For example, in 1979, the "Lion of the Middle East" stood on the stage, smoking a cigar, and named 68 names to the hundreds of officials below.

Twenty-two of these people were taken directly out of the conference room and shot.

Victor hasn't done such crazy things yet. The best you can say is that he is a "military council".

"Alejandro's funeral will be held as a state funeral. When the time comes, Mexico City will send the vice president. You will be fully responsible for burying the ashes in Guadalupe Island..." Victor paused here while smoking a cigar, "Burial to Tijuana National Cemetery.”

The latter's expression changed.

Is this a final conclusion?

In other words, Alejandro will not be thrown into the cemetery casually as a traitor, but as a governor, and given a state funeral.

Victor is not angry?

Casare doesn't think so. The quieter the boss is, the more he is gathering the fire of thunder.

The meaning of Guadalupe Island is different. It is obvious that letting him hide here means that he will never forgive him even if he dies.

"Have his wife and son returned?"

Fatty Ka lowered his head and said, "Back."

Victor said nothing again, smoking a cigarette, but his breathing became noticeably heavier, "Find an accident and send them away."

kill!

Casare actually didn't have a good impression of Alejandro, but after hearing this, he still raised his head, looked at the boss, and nodded slowly.

"give it to me."

Victor is so petty, you Alejandro wanted to kill me with the CIA, so you committed suicide? I just want to take all the responsibility on myself. Do you think I will abide by the rules?

Fuck your rules!

My rules are the rules!

Send your wife and children to see you.

Victor finally understands that all white-eyed wolves that are not well-raised should be killed!

"Do it cleanly and don't be too painful."

This is already Victor's "civilization".

Casare nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"I plan to re-draw an intelligence agency from the Mexican Ministry of Information to deal with the CIA's increasingly severe infiltration work!"

Victor doesn't believe there are no traitors inside.

Especially for someone like the CIA who likes to find mistresses, I have to admire their dog-raising skills.

But if you dare to support him, Victor will dare to kill him!

Maybe it’s time to slowly place “our own people” in important departments.

Casare's brows twitched. Could it be that the boss wanted to start an internal crackdown? ? ?

This... another group of people will die!

Dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Victor picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Jason Bourne walked in with a solemn expression, "Boss, the FBI blocked the door of the CIA's house. There was a firefight between the two sides, and William Webster was shot and killed."

"puff!"

Victor squirted out a mouthful of water and directly gave Casare, who was sitting opposite, a "face-washing service."

"Sorry, sorry, wipe it yourself."

He handed over the paper on the table and looked at Jason Bourne: "Is the news accurate?"

"The United States has not admitted it, but the FBI urgently changed its head. Our informant in Virginia said there is a 90% possibility."

Victor was really confused this time.

I just want to cause some trouble for the CIA. Do the FBI people want to be so brave? Go up and be killed by the boss.

This is unique in hundreds of years of history!

It was unprecedented and would never be done again. Normally, the two gangs would fight to the death, but only at the grassroots level. The two sides had many gun battles on the streets, but when the local police arrived, they would quickly run away.

Good guy, really good guy!

Victor really couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry, I can already imagine how much laughter this would cause if it spread around the world."

"The FBI and CIA are currently in a state of chaos internally, and we have also received intelligence from two Colombians. Pablo sent an assassination team to assassinate Casare, but the good news is that the leader is Ethan Hunt. He had Pablo's trust," Jason Bourne said.

Casare, who was wiping his face, heard the news, stared and waved his hand, "Why is it me?"

"Maybe they think you're easy to bully."

Casare was really panicked when he heard this. He didn't want to die yet. He looked at Victor eagerly and said, "Boss~"

"Add more security. Ethan Hunt needs to be measured. Tijuana is not a place where they can come and leave whenever they want."

Jason Bourne glanced at the other party, "Second news, Colombian drug traffickers want to blow up the Statue of Liberty!"

Victor immediately sat upright when he heard the news. Casare next to him was also startled, and then lost his voice, "Are they crazy?"

"Maybe, Pablo's head was crushed by the woman's buttocks!" Jason Bourne spread his hands.

"Is this reliable?"

"Ethan knew it through an internal line. It's very likely. Boss, should we notify the FBI?"

Victor squinted his eyes, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about gains and losses.

Tell the FBI, there are only two possibilities. One, the other party does not believe the Mexicans at all. Who are you, and do you have an intelligence agency? Have you heard from Colombia?

Or he agrees, but when the new director takes office, he won't make a big show of conducting one-on-one investigations on every Colombian. What he must do is to settle the shit with the CIA first.

Drug dealers blow up the Statue of Liberty?

What are you kidding me?

But if you don't tell them that the Statue of Liberty was really bombed, even if it didn't collapse, it would be like a slap in the face of the Americans.

The FBI and CIA will both have to deal with it!

At this time, the Americans were engaged in the Gulf War. In fact, at the beginning of the war, the "Lions of the Middle East" said that they would negotiate to solve the problem. At worst, it would make you Americans feel good, but their aircraft carriers, aircraft and hundreds of thousands of horses The deer are all gathered together, so we have to fight them.

Eagle-chan: Be good, stick your butt up, let me give it to you!

Once a war begins, it cannot be said to be over.

At this time, a landmark was bombed. With the temper of the Yankees, they would definitely take revenge. They were very angry because of their own internal problems, but their subordinates were busy and they had no time to take action.

But Amen, will they support others?

For example...myself in Mexico next door!

Thinking of this, Victor's eyes suddenly lit up.

He has always been in the name of anti-drugs.

We can also get some military assistance from the Americans!

His chest was thumping with joy. This explosion might be the outlet for his rapid development of strength.

Could it be...that this is the destiny of the country?

This stuff is really metaphysical. For example, Kennedy said that he would not let certain people have atomic bombs while he was alive.

Well, then he died.

I can just take advantage of this opportunity to rise!

Think about it, what to do first?

Should we write the manuscript first, and then criticize this behavior as soon as the Statue of Liberty collapses?

Then let Kwaukmot fly the flag at half-mast across the country to mourn what happened to the other party, and directly advertise himself as an ally that "can cooperate and be reliable".

This is called adding impression points!

If he is so close to the United States and doesn't hug him, how can he go to the Soviets?

"Boss..." Jason Bourne shouted softly.

"Keep this matter hidden in your stomach and no one is allowed to talk about it!" Victor said solemnly.

"Then what if the Statue of Liberty falls..." Casare said hesitantly.

"What does it have to do with us? Did you blow it up?"

Victor's eyelids drooped, "What we have to consider is what we will get if this kind of thing really happens. Even if the Pentagon is bombed, it is none of our business. I didn't bomb it anyway."

Casare glanced at Jason Bourne.

"If you swallow this matter, if anyone leaks it out." Victor paused and said gloomily, "I will send him to see Alejandro!"

Both of them heard the solemnity in the boss's tone and nodded vigorously.

Victor smiled.

Pull out a cigarette for them, "Don't be nervous, smoke a cigarette first, am I scary?"

Casare sneered, "No, no, the boss looks amiable!"

premise…

Don't make him unhappy.

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New York. Liberty Island.

There is nothing interesting in this place, there is only a Statue of Liberty holding a Christmas tree, but this thing was given by the French to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the United States.

Why is this thing so valuable?

Perhaps, it adds a lot of bright colors to the little history of the United States.

A group of Colombians sneaked into the scenic spot, but completely missed one point!

There are many foreign tourists in this place. At a glance, almost all of them are heads. They have been squeezed aside several times. Nearby, the local police gathered around talking and laughing, not paying attention to the crowd at all.

This also gave them the opportunity to commit crimes, slowly approaching the Statue of Liberty.

A group of South Americans looked at each other in the crowd. A man with a shaved beard and green clothes pushed away the tourists in front of him. With a ferocious face, he took out a tied bomb from his arms and pointed towards freedom. The goddess statue was lost!

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!" the sharp-eyed policeman shouted.

That bomb was dropped under the Statue of Liberty, boom! ! !

The power of the Spanish "ETA" bomb was undeniable. The violent explosion clearly made the figure shake hard.

The tourists were screaming and running, and the crowd was starting to panic!

The police rushed over, but were pushed aside by the crowd.

"Pablo! Long live!"

"Long live the North American Narcotics Association!"

"Kill the Americans, long live the Colombians!"

More than a dozen people roared and pulled out bombs from different directions, and one person tied it directly to his body and rushed towards the Statue of Liberty, but within two seconds, the whole person exploded.

The stumps and broken arms flew directly into the sky, and the blood poured down like rain.

The others threw bombs.

boom!

boom!

boom!

"Run!! Goddess... her arm is broken!!!"

I don't know who screamed, but I saw the arm holding "Christmas" split open, and then fell down in front of everyone's horrified eyes!

How much does this arm weigh?

There must be more than a dozen tons!

It hit hard below, and the tourists around them who had no time to avoid were directly crushed to death, their flesh and blood were bloody, and it affected a large number of people, who kept wailing.

Drug dealer! Just a bastard!

They have no humanity!

These bastards cheered and rushed towards the remaining body with wild eyes. They must blow up this landmark!

Thugs from South America are going to insult the Statue of Liberty today!

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