Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico City.

A side hall of the National Palace.

Kwaukmot is meeting with Iraqi sports spokesman Uday Hussein.

This guy…

He came directly by private plane and only reported his identity after arriving in the skies over Mexico. Cuauquemot was a more respectable person, and he couldn't go up and be chased away by others, so he had to hold his nose and allow him to land.

There are no formal diplomatic documents.

Maybe it's because they're afraid that the Americans will know.

At this time, the other party was holding a woman he brought from Iraq in his arms.

Just such an upright... kissing each other ambiguously?

Everyone around was stunned!

I have long heard about Uday’s ridiculous story. If this guy sees someone he likes on the road, he will drag him directly to his official residence. When he was the interviewer of the Olympic Committee, he would act like a male dog when he liked any athlete.

The list of things he has done is endless.

but…

There is no way, his father is the talker in Iraq, he has the capital to be arrogant.

Uday looked at Kwaukmot and said, "We don't need Mexico to send troops, we just need to recognize the US invasion of Iraqi Kuwait on TV."

Quaukmot was stunned.

Old man.

Did you eat too much fart?

Is your head blown by your own smoke?

"Impossible!" Kwaukemot shook his head firmly, "We and the United States are friendly neighboring countries."

Uday frowned and stared at him, "Don't you hate the United States?"

"They deprive you of the right to live. They treat you as a back garden. They even treat you as the president as dispensable. As long as they say a word, you don't even have the right to independent. Are you saying this is friendly?"

Uday's words struck a chord in Kwaukmot's heart. He frowned and was about to retort when he saw his secretary walk in and whisper something in his ear.

His expression immediately relaxed.

"Hey, is there anything you can't tell the guests?" Uday waved his hand dissatisfied.

"Victor wants to see you in Tijuana." Cuauquemot said, feeling better. People like Uday should go and talk to the wolf in the north.

"I know him?"

"But who is he? He is just a policeman. To put it more seriously, he is just a warlord. What qualifications does he have to ask me to see him? Does he make the decision in Mexico? Even if he makes the decision, he should come to see me!" Uday Shouting very wildly.

His voice filled the entire hall.

He really doesn't care about the occasion. He once visited Europe on behalf of Iraq. Under the watchful eyes of dozens of foreign athletes, he punched and kicked an athlete from his own country and threatened him: If he didn't win a medal, he would kill him. Feed the lion.

What kind of guy is Iraq, and he wants to win a medal?

The athletes didn't get any medals at all, and they panicked and sought asylum in other countries. This incident caused quite a big fuss. Anyway, Sha Damu lost a lot of face.

He later became angry and resentful. In 1996, he was attacked and beaten to paralysis. It is said that this made him even more perverted. He also had a private torture device in his residential area.

Take pleasure in torturing people.

His various…

All I can say is, dude!

Cuauquemot coughed and said, "Mr. Uday, you must not belittle Victor in Mexico. He is our hero."

"Hero? What kind of hero am I? I think he is a idiot."

Uday didn't listen to this opinion at all. He stood up and frowned, "Mexico doesn't have the guts to stand up and resist the United States. You are a coward, and he is a coward! A bunch of idiots..."

"Fuck XMD! You are still scolding me."

A figure rushed in from the door, kicked him away, pressed down on him, and pulled his hair, "Who do you think you are! The director can see you because of your last name, not because your name is Uday!" "

Take a closer look.

It was the captain of Cuauquemot's guard, Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit", the brave general who lived Zambada.

He is Victor's "die loyal".

Even if you scold the president, you scold Mr. Victor twice in a row. Your son, the president of Iraq, is amazing!

Young people are impatient.

Hit him as soon as he comes up.

When the bodyguard car brought by Uday saw this, he quickly drew his gun. The guard member pulled the bolt of the gun and shot him with a short dash!

Chuchuchu!

If you don't dare to shoot, why the hell are you pulling out a gun?

As soon as a shuttle passed by, two bodyguards were killed on the spot, while the remaining three bodyguards were injured.

No one expected that...men from the Presidential Guard would actually dare to shoot!

The woman brought by Uday screamed. They hit her with the butt of a gun and yelled, "Shut up!"

Giancarlos held down Uday, with two big mouths on the left and right.

This is Mexico, but no one is going to spoil you.

"Stop fighting, I apologize! I apologize!" Uday shouted loudly, how could his small body do what he did to Ancarlos? Drinking, sex, wealth and energy were harmful to his body.

"If an apology is useful, why use violence?"

Giancarlos asked in reply, stood up and kicked him in the face. His nose... was bent and the bones were broken.

"The director told you to go to Tijuana. It's not up to you whether you go or not. Just put it on the plane and take it to Baja California."

"Boss, what about these bodyguards?"

"Kill him and bury him outside." Giancarlos said with a glance, looking at the stunned Kwaukmot next to him, and took his foot off Uday's face, "I'm sorry, sir."

"Ahem...this..."

Mr. President looked at Wu Da who was beaten miserably, swallowed his saliva, and there was a little sweat on his forehead, "He is Saddam's son."

"It doesn't matter, he's in Africa."

Okay, okay, Victor and his people are crazy.

You've made up your mind, they won't fly over to fuck you.

Quaukmot waved a little tiredly. He hated the smell of blood in the air, stood up and walked outside.

"Mr. Victor's soldiers are really unruly."

After walking for a while, the secretary stood nearby and suddenly spoke.

Cuauquemot stopped and looked at him, his eyes fixed and fixed on him, "Go to Ensenada tomorrow and ask someone to replace you in the secretariat."

The other person's face immediately turned pale.

"Sir! Sir..."

Kwaukemot drove away without looking back.

Are you kidding me, is that what you can say about the regent?

He is not mentally retarded and does not have Alzheimer's disease yet. His position in being imprisoned is still dependent on Victor's prison guards in Mexico. Those in the plateau prison are the ones who really protect him.

Dare you put eye drops on yourself?

He can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Of course, Cuauquemot also knew that if he really betrayed Victor, no, betrayed his faith, then his wife and children on Guadalupe Island would probably have to be replaced.

That's a real tyrant!

…

After Victor finished talking to the White House staff, he took a private plane back to Tijuana.

He had also wanted to speak at Cornell University in Forrest.

but…

A conflict involving more than 500 people broke out in the school.

Also includes a few professors.

They were protesting that Victor had a very inhumane approach to drugs. You know, some intellectuals like to take drugs in the middle of the night if they have no inspiration.

A-Gump took his "school club" to fight with the opponent.

Victor, who heard the news at that time, actually wanted to bring some weapons in.

Forrest Gump, kill them suddenly.

Since Cornell University doesn't welcome you, then he won't bother you with his warm face and cold butt. Sooner or later, you will suffer.

3:27 p.m.

The private plane arrived at Weihuang territory.

"Hmm~ The air is filled with the smell of freedom." Victor said after walking down the hanging ladder and taking a deep breath.

Casare next to him sniffed hard. He only smelled the moist smell of sea water, but this did not prevent him from telling lies and nodded vigorously, "Freedom~"

Jason Bourne sniffed and looked at Casare with strange eyes.

Dasha x you.

Kennedy and several senior officials came to the airport to pick him up, "Director."

"We are all our own people, so there is no need to be so polite." Victor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Well done. The Americans have given a lot of benefits to their outstanding performance. As soon as tomorrow, we will use our air force. ”

"That's great. We can go wherever we want in Mexico from now on. We are stronger than the regular army. Let them give us their numbers." Zolph Sherman, who is in charge of the air police force, of course He was the happiest and said it without hesitation.

When he finished speaking, he found that Kennedy, Casare, and intelligence lackey Jason Bourne were all looking at him with strange expressions.

Zolf Sherman trembled, and his political sensitivity suddenly came out. You can't say this. You are going to replace the regular army. What will they do?

Are you going to be a drug dealer?

Forced to re-employ.

Moreover, who is the orthodox person in Mexico City or Tijuana?

By then the civil war would begin.

"Yes, I have to ask Cuaucumote to promote me. I am the security director of the California region and I can't control Sonora or the north." Victor took his words and smiled. He said, "My position is still not worthy of its name. People in the north don't listen to me, which makes it very difficult for me."

"Governor of the Northern Province of Mexico?" The word popped into Casare's mind and he blurted it out, but regretted it after he said it.

This TMD is a title from feudal times.

The title Governor of the Northern Province of Mexico was only used when the Habsburg dynasty was established, which was almost 130 years ago.

Yes, there is also a Habsburg dynasty in Mexico, which is related to the European one. In 1861 AD, the Second French Emperor Napoleon launched the Franco-Mexican War against Mexico. In 1864 AD, he defeated Mexico, overthrew Mexican President Juarez, and restored the Monarchy.

He established the puppet state of the Second Mexican Empire and encouraged Maximiliano I, the grandson of Franz II, the founder of the Austrian Habsburg dynasty, to come to Mexico and become emperor at the age of 32. This is how Habsburg Mexico The establishment of the dynasty was the last dynasty in Mexican history.

This time, all eyes were on Casare.

He waved his hands quickly and said with a smile, "I was joking."

Before he could finish his words, Victor spoke up, "Our anti-drug force will of course be rewarded for its meritorious service. If we are afraid of this and that, how can we seek justice for the general public?"

"I think this title is good. Although it's a bit feudal, our anti-drug force is still a Mexican force."

The boss knocked on the board, and Casare breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then shall I contact Mr. President?" Kennedy asked.

"Well, let's just say I like this."

Zolf Sherman and others took a deep breath to calm down. They already felt it.

Victor…

Not a small ambition!

"That's right."

Before getting on the car, he suddenly called everyone and squinted his eyes, "Find 200 people to go to New York and form a Mexican community. The local Mafia, Aryan Brotherhood, 13th Street and Asian communities are behind my attack. Kill them!"

"When I think about it, I feel that the local gangs are not friendly at all. Tell them that they have messed with the wrong people. I am not playing house with them. I am a warlord, not a gangster. Kill these rats in the sewer."

Kennedy could hear the anger in the director's tone.

He nodded in response, carefully closed the car door, and looked at Casare, "Do you need to bring an RPG?"

The corner of Fatty Ka's eye twitched.

"Bring some, it's better to bring a few mortars." Jason Bourne interrupted from the side.

"The New York community still has some firepower."

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