Working as a police officer in Mexico

Pearson followed the convoy.

Didn't even stay for dinner.

But it is true that Arizona, USA, is only about 40 kilometers away from this "Ofregon Military Airport".

A kick to the gas thing.

What kind of scene can there be in Mexico?

The technicians are unskilled and will take off your pants when they come up.

In the repair shop.

Victor put his hands on his hips and watched the logistics department assembling the P51.

These technicians are very good at their craftsmanship.

"Boss, we have made Uday so miserable. If the Yankees let him go, will he cause trouble for us? Or find someone to keep an eye on him and keep doing anything... By the time he returns to Africa, it will be too late. Yes." Casare stood nearby and wiped his neck.

"Iraq is in Asia." Jason Bourne next to him interrupted abruptly.

Casare was startled, "Really?"

People in Latin America are generally not very good at geography.

"Why are you panicking? Did you take the photo?"

Victor is a bit of a quirky person, and Uday is a dog, so he must leave some souvenirs.

"made a bid!"

"When the time comes, find someone to throw it into the American tabloids. I wonder if Saddam has any hope for his son, a successor who has lost his competitiveness and has no power." Victor said calmly.

Silly Damu doesn't need a son who will embarrass himself.

Wait until you can look like your father and then come to Victor for revenge.

Maybe?

According to Uday's character, maybe one day after Saddam deposes him, he will really get up and kill his father?

That would be funny.

Casare nodded.

"Director, there is news from Mexico City."

A secretary hurried in with a look of joy on his face, "The Senate has approved you as the governor of the Northern Province of Mexico. You will be in charge of the six northern states, including Baja California, Sonora, Chihuahua, and Sina." Roa, Nuevo León, and Coahuila, with a total area of ​​600,000 square kilometers and a population of 31.2 million people!”

"Director, that's not right." The secretary said excitedly, "Governor!"

Kennedy, Casare and others all looked delighted.

The boss has made progress, the boss has made progress!

Hahaha…

Boss has made progress!

Victor's hand holding the cigarette was trembling slightly. He had taken a step closer to becoming a powerful minister. In other words, he had become a supervisor in the strict sense of the word in northern Mexico.

This is for the "Senate" to decide.

You said he wasn't excited, how could that be possible?

And his golden finger has changed.

The total number of people pinched reached 12,000, and including the ones that were not used up before, he can still pinch 7,297 people!

According to the remaining 2.3 billion points, I will definitely attack.

The six northern states, with a population of 31.2 million, are carrying it on their own.

Of the 600,000 square kilometers of land in Mexico, the total land area is less than 2 million. He alone occupies almost half of it, which is equivalent to 6 South Korea. If a place where birds don't shit can be called a loner, then Victor can't do it, right? ?

This is the 90s!

In these changing times, everyone has opportunities.

"In five hours, I'm giving a televised address in Tijuana!"

"Announce the birth of the governor of the northern province of Mexico, and the legal bottom line that the anti-drug forces cannot change in the other four states!"

Victor felt full of energy and his eyes were shining.

Power is truly the best catalyst for a man.

"Yes, Governor!"

…

Tijuana. "Hope" canning plant.

It covers an area of ​​30 acres and has a total of 900 employees. This is a state-owned enterprise that mainly produces combat cans for frontline troops.

There are so many people on the Sonora border, and they consume a lot just eating in a day. Sometimes there is no way to make hot food during the war. Canned food is also a type of war preparation supplies.

The employees here are all relatives working in the anti-drug force. The lowest front-line operators can get 900 pesos (US$450) a month, including food and daily benefits. Victor's insurance company even plans to introduce these people Five insurances and one housing fund.

These people are all vested interests in Victor's rule.

To protect them is to protect Emperor Wei.

At 5 p.m., I have to get off work on time.

But all workers were arranged into four large staircase rooms.

"What is this for?" A young man, about to have just grown up, asked the colleague next to him in a low voice.

"I don't know, but something big must have happened." The colleague whispered, "Joshua, look at the factory director here, something must have happened. Who is sneaking behind the factory's back?"

"Quiet!" A middle-aged man in a suit picked up the microphone and adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Victor's speech will be broadcast live next. Everyone should listen carefully, especially the middle-level cadres and front-line operators. Director, I will write a listening report when the time comes.”

"Mr. Victor's speech?"

The young worker named Joshua sat up straight, his eyes shining. His brother was a front-line police officer in the anti-drug force, but he died on the battlefield. As the only family member, he was well taken care of.

The factory provided him with food, clothing, and housing, and he even served as the team leader of a certain line because of his outstanding performance. His salary was 200 pesos higher than that of ordinary people. It is said that someone even made arrangements to introduce him to a girlfriend.

Joshua is very satisfied with his current life. Before the age of 18, he did not know what it meant to have a full meal. He "inherited" the occupation of the poor in the slums of Mexicali, Baja California.

Small thefts, even robbery.

But every time he was caught by his brother, he would be beaten. His brother taught him, "In any situation, people must maintain enough kindness and respect."

When the anti-drug forces came in, his brother resolutely joined, and then fought north and south, wiped out the remnants of Tijuana in Lower California, and fought against the Sinaloa drug cartel in the northern Sonora.

Finally, he died in the battle of the "Hermosillo Steel Plant", which was called the "anti-drug meat grinder".

What was left for Joshua was a medal and... the changes in his life.

People who have been poor really don't want to experience that feeling again.

Victor can bring him food and clothing, Victor is the sky!

The factory will hire university teachers to teach, Joshua works very hard, and he wants to contribute more to his current life.

Victor! Long live!

When the big TV hanging in the staircase was turned on, Victor appeared in a police uniform.

Joshua clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

He still remembered that when he was a family member of a fallen soldier, he received his condolences. He gave him a hug and said, "Your brother is very brave, he is the pride of Mexicans."

Joshua always remembered this sentence.

It seemed that Mr. Victor's face was much more tired.

"Gentlemen, ladies, compatriots."

"I am entrusted by President Cuauhcmote to serve as the governor of the northern province of Mexico from now on, governing six continents..."

The opening remarks were a little awkward, but undoubtedly very solemn. This opening remark was like the first shot of a tennis match, hitting everyone's heart at once.

"I know the task on my shoulders, the hopes of more than 30 million people in the north, and I also understand that more than 20 million people live under the shadow of drug dealers."

"We are facing the most severe test, we are facing unpredictable long struggles and sufferings. You want to ask, what is our countermeasure? I can tell you: it is to declare war, on the sea, on land, and in the air. The Tijuana Governor's Office has a legal basis for the remaining four states. It is not advisable for anyone to use violence to violate the will of the people!"

"I solemnly declare that the armed forces and law enforcement agencies in Chihuahua, Sinaloa, Nuevo León, and Coahuila will be disbanded on the spot. They can enter Sonora to join the local forces. Those who refuse to disband will be treated as rebels!"

"Also advise those criminals to turn back."

"For the peace of Mexico, we will fight for life!"

"Long live Mexico, long live the great people!"

Victor saluted the camera very seriously.

Joshua was immediately excited and stood up, "Hi! Long live Victor!"

The whole classroom was filled with his voice, and the colleague sitting next to him also jumped up, "Long live Victor!"

This voice seemed to be contagious.

One after another, they all stood up and shouted loudly.

This is called faith!

In a country without faith, life is like a puddle of mud.

For Joshua and others, Mexico is getting better, and this life is hard-won.

If you say a bad word about Victor in this place, even if you call the police, the police may have to punch you.

Some people in Tijuana even started to think about writing a biography for him, and even proposed to write him into textbooks.

And call Victor "the loving father of New Mexico."

But this title requires all drug dealers and reactionary forces in the country to be eradicated.

"Is there a worker training session on Guadalupe Island?" The factory director asked the deputy factory director next to him, and the latter nodded.

"Let Joshua go."

"This...this...there are many people in the factory who have more experience than him. Isn't he too young?" The deputy director said in embarrassment.

The worker training is the "factory director reserve", which means whoever goes up will be the factory director when the new factory is built.

This is a profitable department.

"I don't want to say it again." The factory director turned his head and looked at him, squinting his eyes. The deputy director was scared at once. His leader was a professional police officer and was injured on the battlefield. He also broke four fingers. He stared at people and made them numb and their necks cold.

"I'll arrange it later."

The factory director turned his head and looked at Joshua, very satisfied. Such a "believer" must pave the way for him.

Wait a few years and these people will infiltrate all walks of life and become elites, and Victor's rule will become more and more stable.

Why did many birdmen in Africa collapse all of a sudden?

Lack of faith, you lead a few birdmen, damn, rush into the city hall and make yourself king, and then succeed!

There was not even any resistance or bloodshed below.

This is totally incredible.

All we can say is that the African region has its own national conditions.

One is top-down rule, the other is bottom-up centralization, who can live longer?

Victor wants to do more than just be a flash in the pan.

There is a long way to go.

…

Coming down from the podium, the TV crews on both sides immediately applauded.

Two women with big breasts came over, hoping to take a photo with him.

She was wearing something very flashy.

“Okay, okay!” Casare stood up to stop them, “Mr. Governor has other official duties to attend to.”

The staff could only leave in disappointment.

They must have cursed “Fat Tiger”’s ancestors in their hearts

“Boss, P51 is ready, are we going to attack?”

"How can an inaugural speech be without firecrackers? Let's go to Sinaloa and open the eyes of our old friends!"

Casare nodded vigorously.

At this moment, the secretary behind him came over with a phone and a strange expression, "Sir, there is a call for you."

"Who?"

"Joaquin Guzman Loera."

...