Working as a police officer in Mexico

Back to the familiar Tijuana Security Department building.

Kennedy ran over and rushed to open the door.

Casare next to him fluttered his eyes, you opened the door, what should I do?

"Chief, do you want to take a rest first? You are so tired after coming back from the United States?"

Victor waved his hand, "Where is Uday?"

"He was locked in the torture chamber."

Kennedy looked embarrassed and lowered his voice, "In Mexico City, he was beaten by our people and his bodyguard was killed."

"Oh? What's the reason? I don't believe my police officers will bully others for no reason."

The anti-drug force has a moral bottom line.

"Uday cursed you as a clown in front of Kuaukmot and said that you are just a small policeman. No matter where you are, you should come to see him, not him to see you. Gan Carlos was very uncomfortable when he heard it, so he beat him up and threw him on the plane to Tijuana."

Just say it.

How could you beat someone for no reason?

You are so mean, you think this is your Iraq?

Even if you call Victor daddy, he still thinks you are ugly.

"He is a very good young man. He will be given one of the places for further study this year. He will be promoted when the time comes."

I will help those who stand up for Victor to get promoted and make money. I will also make the ancestors of those police officers who charge into battle for me and risk their lives to be very happy.

Understand the applause!

"Let's go and see Uday. Guests are welcome." Victor pulled his sleeves and walked towards the torture room.

This is the place used by the Mexican International News. You cannot be locked up if you are not of high enough status. If you come in, it will be even more impossible for you to escape.

There are many electric chairs, water torture, burning torture, etc. in it. You are not afraid that you will not speak up.

Victor actually has no grudge against Uday or Saddam, but you are so unlucky to come to the door. If the CIA knows, the White House will think I am not honest, and it will be more trouble than gain.

I have a good relationship with my godfather now.

The arms aid will arrive tomorrow.

This is a chance to stand in line.

There must be no mistakes. The CIA bastards may have prepared the manuscript and are planning to hand it to Bush.

Of course, there must be no mistakes. The best way is to give it to the Americans.

I don’t know how much Uday can exchange for.

Walking into the torture room, on the third floor underground, the air is thin and depressing. The lights flicker and screams can be heard from the rooms on both sides.

In the innermost room, a black-haired young man was tied to a cross with no wounds on his body.

"Don't hit me... Don't hit me." He lowered his head and talked nonsense. When he heard the door open, he raised his head and saw that his carefully trimmed beard had been shaved off.

"Uday?"

"Victor? Victor!" The other party stared at him. He excitedly stretched out his hand to grab him, but the rope tied to his body limited his performance.

"Do you know me? It seems that I am also quite famous in Iraq."

"Why...why did you tie me up? My father is Saddam, and I am the head of the Iraqi Olympic Committee. You are destroying the relationship between the two countries, and you will..." Uday's eyes were red.

"Will your father beat me?" Victor interrupted him directly and said seriously, "To be honest, I am a little scared."

Kasare next to him laughed appropriately.

Victor never joked, he was really a little scared.

Because, he looked at Uday with his right eye and was simply shocked.

"Uday Hussein!"

Male.

Born in Iraq on June 18, 1964.

Graduated from Baghdad University.

At the age of 18, because of making trouble in the classroom, he was scolded by the teacher who could not bear it anymore, and he slammed the door and left on the spot.

The next day, the teacher and his family of 7 were found dead at home by the sender.

117 bullets were found at the scene.

In 1984, Saddam asked his son to manage the Iraqi sports world. Soon, the Iraqi Olympic Committee became a "hell on earth". Athletes who failed in the competition were sent directly to the "zoo" in Uday's palace to feed his pet tigers.

In 1988, Uday beat Kamel Hanna Jajjo, Saddam's confidant and bodyguard who tasted food, to death with a stick. The reason was that Kamel wanted to take a concubine for Saddam. When Saddam knew about this, he was furious and imprisoned Uday for 40 days.

In 1989, Uday and his brother Qusay Hussein had a verbal conflict, which then evolved into a fight between bodyguards!

Resulting in the deaths of 27 innocent people and 17 injuries.

Afterwards, Saddam was very disappointed with him and had considered removing him from the ranks of successors.

…

Crime points: 1.12 billion!

Victor was stunned, but then he quickly pulled up his score sheet. Sure enough, it soared directly from the original 1.2 billion to 2.3 billion!

"New recruit" Giancarlos has done meritorious deeds again!

Who would have thought that a playboy, a pervert, would have such a high crime score. How many things did he do that angered the heavens and the people?

That purple-red number is comparable to a few Mexican drug lords. NMD, the son has so many points, how much does the father get?

Is it more than 5 billion, or even tens of billions?

You know, Uday Hussein has not yet held a formal position of power.

Killing drug dealers is actually the least technical.

If the regime of Shadamu is overthrown, how much can he get?

If we sweep Africa, all the African warlords are not clean, and we can definitely exchange them for aircraft carriers.

Who said that the anti-drug force can't become the "world police"?

After the Russian bear dies, the Americans are waging wars all over the world. Can we also get a bite of food by the side?

If...

The Americans are overthrown...

Victor swallowed his saliva and gurgled. It was particularly obvious in this environment. Uday on the opposite side looked at the other's scalp, and his eyes looked like he wanted to eat him.

"Thank you!"

Victor's sudden thanks made him stunned.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will send you to a good place." He tried to say to Uday as "gently".

"Contact the FBI and let them take him away."

FBI?

"I won't go! I won't go! 50 million US dollars, let me go, I will give you 50 million!" Uday shouted so heartbreakingly.

"Don't be so nervous. I heard that there is a witness protection program in the United States. If you are willing to cooperate and testify against the war crimes committed by your father, perhaps they will protect you instead." Victor said seriously.

Although the leader of the Sinaloa Group, "May" Zambada, was dead and was executed by Victor, his son was afraid of being implicated, so he went directly to the United States to join the witness program and identify Guzman.

He was well protected by the Americans.

They did a good job in killing people and destroying their hearts.

If Uday identified Saddam...

Will the "old cunt" send someone to kill him at that time?

After walking out of the torture room, Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Ask the FBI for more benefits. One Uday is worth at least 5 F14s!"

Casare listened helplessly from behind.

Is the boss so obsessed with the "Tomcat"?

"Five? I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Kennedy was also embarrassed beside him.

"He asked for a high price, but he paid it back low. Don't underestimate Uday's role. Maybe after the Americans took it, they could eliminate a war." Victor squinted his eyes, took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile.

When this eldest son was born, Shadamu had not yet succeeded in usurping the throne. He used his diapers to pass messages and finally won the championship. When he was very young, he planned to train him as a successor...

He spent so much effort.

The Americans can get more from Shadamu.

Interests are always exchanged. It's not too much for Victor to exchange a few F14s from the boss.

"Then I'll let the people in the diplomatic department connect."

"Hurry up."

Victor took two steps, "By the way, send another 200-man company to Mexico City, with Gan Carlos in full charge. Raise his police rank by three levels and become the director of the anti-drug force's Mexico City office."

Casare looked at Kennedy, confused?

There is still this position?

The other party also shook his head, but the director said there is, so now there is!

1.1 billion points, if it wasn't too shocking, Victor would have planned to give him a position as the head of the ground police force.

With these points, when Cuauhcmote approves his title, he will be able to control more people.

Explode soldiers!

Explode weapons!

Conquer Chihuahua and Sinaloa before 1991.

Victor found new business opportunities in Uday.

Anti-drug police are police.

Then peacekeeping police are also police, right?

After he completely eliminates drug dealers, there are still armed warlords in Africa, Latin America and other places. Those people have also seriously affected the living conditions of local civilians.

The wish of the Emperor...

A world of great harmony!

"Director, Director..."

As soon as they came out of the cell and went to the ground, they saw the leader of the "Mexican Joint Operations Department", James von Trumbull, running over excitedly.

He didn't pay attention to his feet and stumbled directly.

Fortunately, he was helped by Kennedy who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"Director, the Sonora front has sent a message that Gomez Loera, the leader of the 17th Regiment of the God's Division under the Sinaloa Group, and seven drug traffickers were killed in the explosion."

"He was ranked as the 7th of Hearts in the Mexican Poker Wanted Order we issued earlier."

The Poker Wanted Order was originally invented by the Americans in 2003, but Victor took it out in advance and ordered all poker manufacturers in his territory to use this kind of cards.

Even in casinos, this kind of cards are used.

In a subtle way, all drug dealers are in a difficult situation.

The Ace of Spades is the big drug lord: Guzman.

The K of Spades is Aguilar of Juarez.

The Q of Spades is Abrego of the Gulf Group.

Because Gomez Loera is a relative of Guzman and also holds a senior position in the drug cartel, he is ranked as the 7th of the second card.

The reward amount is as high as: 2.2 million US dollars!

A deck of cards has 55 cards.

The colorful Joker (commonly known as the "king") is printed with explanatory text about the severe consequences of drug trafficking.

The black Joker (commonly known as the "little king") is printed with explanations about the consequences of taking drugs.

The rest are some well-known drug dealers.

The new generation leader of Jalisco, El Menqiao, is also on the list, at the 6 of spades!

There are few more dangerous than him.

But if he continues to develop like this, maybe it won't be long before he can rush into a few old aces.

In a place like Mexico, where drug dealers abound, Gomez Loera's 7 of Hearts can be considered a first-rate figure.

"The remaining seven people are all in the square sequence." James von Trumbull, the spokesman for the "Mexican Joint Operations Department" said excitedly.

Of course, Victor would not be stingy with his praise and gave him a thumbs up.

"How did you die?"

"The Coast Guard used an anti-ship missile to kill them with one shot. Although everyone was killed, we learned from the captured drug dealers of the 17th Regiment that this was their headquarters, and the 17th Regiment also withdrew from the battlefield."

"Sending a congratulatory message to Sheriff Ivica Alonso."

"This news will be played repeatedly on the news station tonight."

James von Trumbull nodded vigorously.

"Where is Guzman's mother?" Victor suddenly thought of it, raised his head and asked.

"At the hospital, when Task Force 141 was operating, she refused to cooperate and was shot twice in the leg. She was older and her injuries recovered slowly. The doctor said she needed amputation."

Kennedy hesitated and then said, "He killed a lot of civilians, tied their heads to the bridge, and informed us that if we don't send his mother back, he will kill 100 people every day!"

Victor narrowed his eyes. Do you think he looks like someone who would accept threats?

Even if you kill his father, he might still ask you to give him some money.

"I didn't expect them to be so affectionate as mother and son, so I'll cut off one of the legs and send it to Guzman."

"Let him hold his legs and cry when he misses his mother at night."

Victor said in a disdainful tone, "He kills people every day, so I will remove some parts for his mother every day. I want to see if he is a filial son."

Too cruel!

Anyway, this has nothing to do with Victor, but that lady is indeed Guzman’s lady.

"By the way, tie the bow to look good, and when giving a gift, you have to pay attention to the packaging."

"Understood." Casare hurriedly responded.

…

Mexico City. National Palace.

As soon as Cuaukmote got to work, he received a letter from Tijuana.

This means: The collective officials and 8 million people of Baja California and Sonora are demanding a promotion for Victor.

"Governor of the Northern Province of Mexico?"

Kwaukmot was also confused when he saw this official name.

Of course he knew what the word governor meant as he was very knowledgeable.

Although there are many governors-general in modern civilization, such as the Governor-General of Australia, the Governor-General of New Zealand, the Governor-General of Canada, etc., they have no power and are only representatives of the Queen.

It's a mascot.

But it's obvious that Victor doesn't want to be like this.

What he wants is extreme power!

He wanted the name of all the northern states.

Quaukmot knew that the other party had ambitions, but he didn't expect... This was simply reversing the course of history!

He picked up the phone next to him and was about to call Victor and ask him what he wanted to do? !

But when he picked up the phone, he didn't dare anymore.

What if I get scolded by Victor?

Will he scold himself?

meeting?

Won't?

Kwaukmot's hands were trembling. He didn't dare to bet. If his "asking" made the other party feel offended, would he still be able to hold on to this position?

He slowly put the phone down.

Mexico needs him now.

He pressed another phone and said, "Get ready and ask the Senate members in Mexico City to hold a meeting. If you can get there from other places, please get there as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a waiver and the time will be set for tomorrow morning."

Although the secretary over there didn't know why he was so anxious.

But the president's orders were orders, and he obeyed them.

Quauquemot picked up the cigarette from the table.

He likes to use matches.

But I pulled it several times in succession, but it didn't get angry.

Governor of the Northern Province?

After that...

Will he also serve as governor of the Southern Province again?

Then…

What am I, Kwaukmot?

He was a little confused.

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