Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor got in the car, and the motorcade drove towards New York.

Casare, who was sitting next to him, looked nervous. After hesitating, he still spoke, "Boss, do you really want to compete with the Americans in fighter piloting? This..."

He almost had doubts written on his face.

Of course, there are presidents in the world who can fly aircraft, such as Bush, who served in the US Navy during World War II. He was also the youngest pilot in the Pacific Fleet at the time and the pilot of the Avenger torpedo plane.

The point is that the plane he was driving was hit by the Japanese army near Japan in 1944. He was rescued by a US submarine after parachuting into the Pacific Ocean. Bush was also lucky to be the only survivor of the crew.

Of course, maybe he was a deserter?

People's lives, sometimes it really depends on luck!

If he died, would the world pattern and direction be completely different?

Victor smiled, a little addicted to smoking, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. This action attracted the US Secret Service employee who was driving to look at him twice.

"Believe me, Casare, I never lie!"

Casare half opened his mouth, and finally nodded.

Victor has this confidence!

In the gold finger, he did find the purchase of personal skills, in [Skills] - [Flight], there are densely classified.

Including fighter driving, armed helicopter driving, bomber driving, carrier-based aircraft driving, etc., a total of 15 categories.

All-inclusive only needs: 120 million points!

Victor waved his hand and bought all directly. Anyway, he has a lot of points now and can afford it.

Suddenly, a series of combat terms appeared in his mind, 120-degree cobra, high pitch angle, roll, pull up, dogfight, climb...

And he seemed to have decades of flying experience, as if he could drive the F16 to shoot the Pentagon in the next second.

Sure enough, a life with cheats is life.

At this time, the convoy also drove into New York.

Victor actually saw a crowd holding signs on the roadside. He thought they were welcoming him, but when he saw it, his face froze.

The sign clearly said, "DM is legal! DM is innocent!!"

And someone else held a banner, "Victor is a thug! He is killing ordinary farmers. What's wrong with them growing some DM!"

"Americans seem to be more enthusiastic." Casare laughed twice.

Victor glanced at him and said, "You can shut up if you can't speak."

Squeak!

With an emergency brake, Victor's head hit the front seat directly, and his face twitched in pain. He saw a woman taking off her shirt, and on her chest was written: Tyrant! Tyrant!

She slapped the hood of the car hard, and the local police on the roadside came up and dragged her away, cursing.

Victor was so angry.

Bastard!

The convoy started again.

The hotel was arranged at the Wyndham Hotel near the city center.

A lot of people had gathered outside. When they saw the motorcade, they shouted slogans, but it was obvious that the friendly forces were on the left, wearing neat T-shirts with the words: Drugs are the world's public enemy!

At the head of the line, I saw my American paparazzi Forrest Gan.

He wore a pair of glasses and looked gentle. He held a flag in his hand and waved it vigorously. On the opposite side were people who opposed Victor.

If the police hadn't stopped them, they would have really fought.

As soon as the car stopped, Victor got out, raised his hand, and waved to the reporters waiting on the roadside, with a smile on his face.

But it was obvious that the opposition would not let him in so easily.

Then I saw two young men, very thin, like bamboo poles, suddenly rushed in with banners, but they were held tightly by the police.

The bodyguards quickly protected Victor and looked around vigilantly.

"You are a dirty bastard! Bitch! You are destroying Mexico! DM is legal! We demand DM to be legal!"

Victor was already angry. He pushed the bodyguard aside, ran over in the surprised eyes of everyone, and kicked a yellow-haired young man who was pressed to the ground in the mouth!

His teeth were directly knocked out.

Still not satisfied.

He grabbed the yellow-haired man's head and slammed it hard against the steps next to him, causing the other party to have a bloody head.

This scene was completely beyond everyone's cognition.

Casare hurried over to hug him, "Boss, boss, stop fighting! This is not Mexico..."

Go back to Mexico and fight. If you are unhappy, find a few drug dealers to kill them. You can do whatever you want.

Victor gritted his teeth and kicked hard, kicking the other party's nose bridge crooked.

The reporters below were completely excited. This was a scene that affected diplomacy!

They recorded this scene one after another. This was a live broadcast.

The TV host who was dozing off suddenly became alert.

"Uh... let's see, there was a... conflict. Victor beat up a protester? OMG!" The male host didn't know how to comment with words.

The TV was playing the scene over and over again.

"Fuck! I thought I was watching a street fight. Look, Victor was so ruthless."

Many people in front of the TV were also stunned by this scene.

In a hamburger shop.

A little fat man was chewing a hamburger with crumbs in his mouth. Seeing this scene, the beef in his hand was no longer fragrant.

OMG!

He is so brave!

Victor unbuttoned his shirt and hooked his hand at a female reporter, motioning her to come over.

The female reporter and her colleagues hurried over, and the camera was facing him.

"Have a cigarette."

This made them startled, but the photographer quickly took out a cigarette and handed it over. Victor smoked in front of the American audience and blew a smoke ring.

Pointing at the camera, "This bastard should be thankful that he is in the United States. If he shouts that drugs are legal in my territory, I will stuff his head into the cow's ass and then put a detonator in his anus!"

"I'm sorry, American friends, I let you see a violent scene. I'm very sorry, but I want to tell you that drugs will always be the natural enemy of mankind. Any support for it is a provocation and insult to drug control personnel."

"He insulted my comrades, so I can only beat him up!"

"I have a good temper, but if anyone of you tells me that drugs are legal, please remember, I fuck you!"

After Victor finished speaking, he flicked the cigarette in his hand and hit it directly on the camera, sending out a ball of sparks. He walked into the hotel in a chic manner, and when he passed by the yellow-haired guy next to him, he didn't forget to go up and kick him.

"He... is so cool!"

A female classmate next to Forrest Gan suddenly said this. He turned his head and saw that the other person's eyes were wired.

The police quickly took the "victim" to the hospital.

The opposition on the other side was stunned for a while, and then burst into even louder boos, constantly shouting, "Tyrant! Tyrant!"

Forrest Gump and others shouted excitedly, "Long live! Long live!"

"Fuck the fucking dog XXX!" The female classmate was also tough, and she rushed over and kicked a drug addict in the lower body.

That's good.

The two groups of people staged a full-scale fight in front of the TV camera again.

They were so happy to fight.

After all, Forrest Gump had fought on the battlefield, and his moves were good. After knocking down seven or eight people, he was held down by the police who came to support.

This scene was also seen by Victor standing by the window in the hotel room.

"Find a lawyer to bail them out, how much money does it cost, we will pay, as long as they are our supporters!"

Casare nodded and smiled bitterly, "Boss, you are too impulsive this time."

"I also want to kill those who make drugs legal, but this will affect the relationship between the two countries."

Victor looked at him meaningfully.

Some things are not convenient to say. Who knows if there is a bug in here? Although his level is not enough, he should be careful.

You can't let Jason Bourne take people to search it. If they really find out, should they dismantle it or not?

Victor actually beat the other party on purpose. He just wanted to express an attitude. I, Victor, am a partner of your traditional "Anglo-Saxons".

These traditional white people hate drugs the most.

And they are very proud... They really think they are the best in the world.

Victor is defending their "morality", so he will give more support in subsequent negotiations.

Do you think he is a reckless man?

No! Maybe sometimes recklessness will only make him get more supporters.

The current United States is not the United States that will be defeated later.

The atmosphere in China is also different.

"Don't be nervous, take a shower, we have a dinner party in the evening."

...

The scene of Victor beating the American in front of the camera fermented instantly.

All TV stations are busy grabbing this hot spot.

There are even famous "blue states". A Massachusetts TV station quickly connected with a free-fighting boxer, who is black and has a history of drug abuse.

"Blue states" means a party's voting area, most of which are immigrants rather than traditional Americans.

"Red states" are mainly concentrated in the southern and central United States. Most residents work in traditional industries. They are relatively conservative and believe in the idea of ​​relying on themselves to start from scratch to realize the American dream. They are relatively conservative, which is one of the sources of "rednecks".

"Mike, what do you think of Victor's beating of the people this time?" the host asked, and he was clever and didn't use the title of "drug supporter".

The black man with dreadlocks on the opposite side raised his middle finger, "FXXXK! He is a coward. He doesn't allow anyone to speak. He only swings his fist at the weaker ones. I want to tell him, Mr. Victor, please come and fight me! You coward!"

Beep beep beep...

American TV stations will not ban swear words, and of course, they will not mosaic. Anyway, millions of people in Massachusetts watched the show, and their impression of Victor was obviously not very good.

In the "red state", his behavior was called "cleaning up garbage" by many people. The reporter randomly interviewed a white man walking his dog.

The other party heard the reporter asking how he viewed this matter.

The old man was very excited, "He should come to the United States. That idiot Bush has no ability to ban drugs. He should come here to be the governor, or even the president. Drugs will sooner or later destroy the new generation of Americans!"

"Mr. Victor, please continue your advocacy. My family and I support you. I love you!" The old man walking the dog loosened the dog leash and blew a kiss to the camera. The puppy at his feet suddenly ran away happily.

The old man hurriedly chased him, shouting, "Don't run Reagan! Danger ahead!"

What a... special name.

People who like him like him more and more, and people who hate him hate him more and more.

However, his cool cigarette flicking gesture in front of the camera is still considered by many people to be the "coolest" action, comparable to Churchill's "V" gesture in front of reporters.

They are both very high-profile.

The situation of the discussion is getting more and more intense.

Even the famous California 18th Street Gang issued a death threat, demanding Victor to apologize!

And said that if he did not apologize, he would be attacked!

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