Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Victor is a careerist! His eyes are full of aggression." This is what Nournisa Kalis, head of the Secretariat of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board, said to her colleagues.

Mainly, Victor told her to be the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

The atmosphere was really awkward at that time.

Let’s put it this way…

It is rare to poop in the street, and the following American expression is:!!!()━━━!

Fortunately, Nurnisa Kalis has also experienced ups and downs. She joked, "Mr. Victor's experience is enough to hold this position. Unfortunately, I am not the Secretary-General. However, I think he will definitely be moved when he sees you." "

Victor smiled and didn't mess around.

He was just testing the bottom line suddenly.

Later in the trip, Victor took them to see the prison's "measures" for reforming drug dealers.

A group of people are stepping on sewing machines.

Step fast!

"It is our aim to reform them through labor and repent through labor. Everything is aimed at reforming them."

"What if they are lazy?" one of the escorts asked curiously.

Victor smiled, and Propaganda Minister Goebbels next to him forced a smile, "Then we will influence them through actions."

A dozen!

Two beats!

Three shots to kill!

NMD, I don’t want to step on the sewing machine, so why do I still have it?

Someone educates them every day.

Remember, your ability to step on a sewing machine is a gift from Governor Victor. If you disobey, hehehe~

No matter you are the leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel or a serial killer, here, you have to learn to shake your legs.

What if there's a fight?

In Tijuana prisons, there is a private game called "Beast Fighting", in which five Caucasian dogs are released into a melee with two fighting men to see who is stronger.

Many prison guards like this kind of game when they have nothing to do.

Because you can gamble.

This kind of violence... No, under the influence, there are fewer and fewer fights in the prison.

Nurnisa Kalis thought Victor had done a good job and gave him a thumbs up. When the group was about to leave, they suddenly saw a criminal standing up and said, "Help! Help!! "

Before he could even take two steps, he was pushed to the ground by the prison guards.

"Help! Victor... set up a private execution ground. He is inhumane. Please help me! Save us! We are going to die..." The drug dealer was crying and screaming in pain on the ground.

A grown man…

Crying like this.

Are you worthy of a tattoo on your shoulder?

He also has a tattoo of a tiger.

Nurnisa Kallis looked at Victor, "This..."

"He lied." Victor smiled and glanced at Jason Bourne next to him. That smile... even who could not say horror after seeing it?

"Let's go, don't worry, we will fully listen to their opinions. You know, killing is not the root, educating them is."

Victor patted Nurnisa Kalis on the shoulder. The latter hesitated, glanced at the drug dealer who was being held down, and left with him.

"Help me! Help..." The drug dealer saw that the other party ignored him at all. Even the crows became doves after hearing this cry of despair.

Nurnisa Kallis is a smart person, she knows that what she says is of no use, this is Victor’s territory!

Jason Bourne closed the door with a sullen face, turned his head, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the hundreds of drug dealers in the workshop, shook his head and sighed, "You make sir feel very embarrassed!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I know I was wrong." The drug dealer on the ground shouted.

"It's too late, he's very unhappy now." Jason Bourne raised his hand, shook it down hard, and saw the prison guard shooting directly!

Holding an M249 machine gun, he fired directly at the drug dealers below.

The other drug dealers never thought that they could suffer such an unreasonable disaster. They screamed in fear and tried to rush towards the door. The cruel ones even wanted to catch Jason Bourne, but they were shot by the prison guard beside him. Beat to death.

"You have to die a good death! You, the tyrant's lackey!" the drug dealer cursed loudly, still staring when he died.

Jason Bourne looked calm.

"Are you scaring me? Call Jesus."

The gunshots in the factory were obviously heard by the UN gang. When Nurnisa Kalis turned around, she saw the door was closed. She looked at Victor in horror, "This...this..."

Other officials also looked uncomfortable.

"It's okay, let me teach you a lesson. Don't worry, we uphold the principle of treating diseases and saving people..." Victor still had a smile on his face.

If a person dies, doesn’t he no longer get sick?

Nurnisa Kalis is a woman after all. Although her motherland was partitioned during World War II, it is still safe overall. Such a "massacre" at such a close range!

This is her first time meeting.

Nurnysa Kallis had heard of Victor's "name" before, but seeing it with her own eyes was still very scary.

"There are more than a hundred people there!"

"Have it?"

Victor looked at Goebbels next to him, who shook his head directly, "No."

"Nurnisa, you must be too tired, hahaha, then go back to the hotel and take a rest." Victor stretched out his finger to touch her, and even pulled her out of the prison.

Apart from being helpless, what else can Nurnisa Kalis do?

Protest?

The arranged motorcade took them directly to the hotel without taking them to visit the next progress museum, for fear that they would not be able to eat.

Victor originally wanted to talk to the UN people again to cultivate their relationship, but a phone call made him lose interest immediately.

"Okay, I'll tell you when I get back to the mansion." He frowned and said to his chief secretary, Krista Schroeder, "You can do the next thing for me, no matter how much it costs."

"I'm not afraid of her asking, I'm afraid she won't."

Krista Schroeder nodded, and just as she was about to push the door open and get out of the car, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Come tonight? I've learned the dishes you like to eat."

The driver in front and the bodyguard in the co-pilot seat pretended not to hear.

They didn't even move their eyes.

When the leader speaks, some things should be ignored.

Victor glanced at her, "Talk about official business at work, and talk about private things in private."

Good guy!

This is really ruthless when you put on your pants.

As expected, men have to be tough.

Krista Schroeder nodded obediently, got out of the car, watched the car leave, and walked into the hotel herself.

Nurnisha Kallis was frowning in the room.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She walked over in confusion, opened the door, and was startled when she saw Krista Schroeder, "Miss Secretary? What do you want?"

"Can you let me in to talk?"

Although Nurnisha Kallis was confused, she still nodded politely and made way for half a body, "Please come in."

After she closed the door, Krista Schroeder got straight to the point.

"Madam, how much is the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration?"

"What!?"

The secretary handed over a check and said with a smile, "As long as you nominate Mr. Governor as the executive director, this check is yours."

"Miss Secretary! Please don't insult my personality!" Nurnisha Kallis frowned and scolded, "If you do this, I can only ask you to leave."

Krista Schroeder smiled, "Maybe, you should take a look."

"No matter how much money... it's impossible for me..." Nurnisha Kallis glanced at the check, and she stopped talking halfway!

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... one hundred thousand, one million...!

3 million US dollars!

Nurnisha Kallis really took a deep breath.

The salary of UN staff is not paid by the UN, but by each country itself, and the salary standards of each country are different.

How much money can she make as the head of the secretariat of the International Narcotics Control Board?

3 million US dollars is more than she can earn in her lifetime salary!

Nurnisha Kallis wanted to refuse, but the sound could not come out of her mouth.

She is 51 years old!

She is about to retire, but she still has a family and children. This money is enough for her to live well in Germany, and even immigrate to the United States.

Her eyes struggled, but her eyes never moved away from the check.

Her morality made her refuse, but her life made her bow her head.

Victor...

Too rude!

Use this to test cadres?

Seeing her tangled look, Krista Schroeder directly stuffed the check into her arms, "Don't worry, others have it too."

"Really?" After Nurnisha Kallis said it, she felt that this was not right, and hurriedly explained, "Uh, I mean... uh."

When people are depraved, they like to drag others into the water, just like someone has syphilis, but you tell him that you have it, he will feel much better. This is the disgusting nature of human nature!

Krista Schroeder waved her hand, "I understand, then Mr. Governor, the matter of the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration..."

"I can nominate this matter, but I can't decide, but if the heads of the other two merged departments agree, I think there must be no problem."

"Oh?"

"What do they need?"

Krista Schroeder smiled with her eyes bent, "Whatever he wants, we can give it!"

"Mr. Governor, never treat those who help him unfairly."

...

At this time, Victor hurried back to the Security Minister's Building, which is a temporary office, and the new Governor's Residence Building is being built.

The location is on Tijuana Beach, and you can see San Diego across at a glance.

"Didn't the intelligence department track the CIA's activities in Mexico?" Victor frowned, not looking very happy.

Augustin Przewczyk, the deputy director of the intelligence department who followed him, was bald. The weather was hot, which made his head glow. He was a little embarrassed when he heard the boss's questioning.

But he admitted directly, "This is a mistake in our work!"

Don't explain. If you explain, Victor will scold you to death. If you don't explain, the boss can understand that intelligence work is difficult.

There are 140 million people in Mexico!

Who knows what those bastards of the CIA are dressed like.

Victor opened the office and walked in. The deputy director behind him, Augustin Przewczyk, hurried in and locked the door.

"Investigate! We must find out when the CIA got involved with drug dealers." Victor threw the ashtray aside irritably.

Augustin Przewczyk breathed a sigh of relief. Just move it away, just move it away.

He quickly responded, "Sir, should we tell the US?"

"You told the dog owner that his dog bit someone, do you know what his first words were?"

Victor lit a cigarette, "He will tell you that his dog doesn't bite people!"

"Don't panic when you encounter this kind of thing. Since the master can't control it, let's educate him on his behalf."

He took a drag on his cigarette, then tilted his head at a 45° angle, with a sinister look in his eyes, "The CIA likes to play so much, so let's kill them and make them feel bad, and also loop their photos on the TV station in Tijuana, just say , I want to see how shameless the drug dealer leaders are.”

Disgusting Victor is a professional! !

When these CIA family members see their familiar faces on TV, what will their expressions be?

This group of CIAs will never be able to turn over again!

Just label him a drug dealer.

If you want to mess with me, I'll make you sick to death first.

Augustin Przeucir thought it made sense and nodded vigorously. Seeing that the ash on the other party's cigarette was a bit long, he trotted over to move the ashtray back.

"You look like this, do you have something to say?"

"Sir, you are really amazing..."

Victor waved his hand, "Don't tell me these nonsense, just say what you want."

"The funds are not enough, please approve more!"

"roll!"

New York. Eighth District.

Mike Corleone put on his suit and straightened his clothes in the mirror.

Men, you have to have an accent.

"Boss, we are ready." The younger brother ran in and said with his hands in awe.

"how many people?"

"10 people!"

Mike Corleone glanced at him and said, "Scream more, we are out to cause trouble, there are few people, it is easy to get fucked!"

Take a look!

This is called self-knowledge.

If Chao Pi could understand this kind of thing back then, he wouldn't have been hacked to death by "Jiang Kun".

"Then I'll go ahead and call for help. Boss, do you want to take the guy?"

When Mike Corleone heard this, he turned around and slapped him on the head, "How dare you walk in New York without a gun! Idiot, we don't bring guns, how can we bring incense?"

There are over 2,000 temples in New York.

Buddha is also awesome.

Come to North America to compete with Jesus for food?

No wonder, sometimes Chinese people are hated abroad. Think about it, they can’t do your job well, and the religion you invite also robs you of incense.

This is not killing you, but who is killing you?

The scolded little boy lowered his head and ran out in a hurry. Just then another horse boy ran in, "Boss, then... the girl selling flowers at the door is here."

"Isn't it enough to just give her the money and get the flowers back? Do I need to report this as well?"

Ma Zai smiled sarcastically, "She said she wanted to see you."

Mike Corleone frowned and looked at his watch, "Bring it in."

The other party responded hurriedly and ran out quickly. It was quite good. Even if the young man had good legs and feet, he could run fast even if he was caught and raped.

About two or three minutes later, Ma Zai led the shy little girl in, who was also carrying a sack.

"You want to see me, what's the matter?" Mike Corleone glanced at her and asked.

The little girl was a little nervous. She was wearing sandals and arched her toes hard. She said in a very soft voice, "I...my mother asked me to prepare something for you."

She took down the sacks and said, "These are corns grown by myself. They have not been treated with any medicine."

Mike Corleone was startled, looking at the corn in the sack, and then at the little girl rubbing her hands uneasily, "Baltemar!"

"Boss!" The younger brother standing next to him hurriedly responded.

"Tell the brothers to eat corn tonight."

Baltemar nodded vigorously and walked toward the kitchen with the sack in hand.

Mike Corleone took out a dollar bill and handed it over.

"No, no, no, sir, that's not necessary. You already gave me a lot last time." The little girl shook her head.

"I've never been in the habit of getting my money back."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head with her hands behind her back, "Mom said, we should take our own money, other people's money belongs to other people."

These words confused Mike Corleone.

"Boss, we're ready." A younger brother ran in outside and shouted. He nodded, stood up, touched her head and asked her.

"what's your name?"

"Carmela!"

The little girl raised her head and looked at each other.

What was reflected in the pupils was a man in a suit, elegant and graceful, but he was not wearing a tie, and he looked a little presumptuous. He always had such an elegant smile on his lips.

"A very nice name."

"Bring her some milk and cheese, please don't refuse." Mike said the second part of the sentence to the little girl.

Carmela nodded, "Thank you!"

Mike Corleone smiled at her and walked out facing the sunshine outside.

"Boss, the relationship between the boss behind MGM is a bit tough."

After sitting in the car, the younger brother turned to him and said.

The MGM in New York has no direct relationship with the MGM Casino in Las Vegas, but can anyone who can open a casino in New York have any good stuff?

"Are you rushing in like a fool? Find someone to keep an eye on Kashima Noriyasu and trick him out before taking action." Mike said.

"If you can't cheat, then you can only do it hard."

"Mr. Casare is waiting. If he gets angry, we will all suffer!"

Even though Fatty Ka was submissive in front of Victor, he was the second-in-command of the northern Mexican armed forces. Under one person, this power was still heavy.

That is to say, he usually looks smiling, but if someone really annoys him, he will definitely go up and give you a slap!

A group of people drove towards the Mikoyan Casino.

On the horizon, the sunset gradually fills the air.

It's getting dark in New York.

Chaos is about to begin~

It takes about 40 minutes to drive from the Eighth Ward to MGM in the Bronx. The fluorescent lights on the roadside began to exude passion, and girls in short skirts swayed and began to solicit customers.

The black man began to look around with only the whites of his eyes.

Choose your prey.

At night, only those refugees dared to come out.

Mike Corleone asked his men to disperse and found a coffee shop to sit in. As soon as he entered, he naturally attracted the attention of others.

He has a well-proportioned figure, an upright posture, and a bit of bohemianism. You can vaguely see a trace of righteousness, which is very lethal to women.

"Did you see that he is carrying an Omega 5946.30.31 men's mechanical watch, the price is only 600,000 US dollars, and look at his pair of Louis Vuitton men's leather shoes, which are worth about 6,000 US dollars. This is a very rich man. Oily stock!”

Not far away, there were women sitting at a table, each with their own characteristics, some were provocative, some were very conservative, but they all showed off their figures, and the youngest ones all had 34D.

The speaker was a woman wearing a red dress with big waves.

These people are actually making fun of Kaizi!

There is no shortage of rich people in the bustling areas of New York. These women who want to hug their thighs are either in KTV or on the street, watching like prey.

Of course, you must first have money.

These are a bunch of people who want to be rich wives.

"Look at me~" A woman in purple clothes next to her held a cigarette in her mouth without lighting it. She raised an eyebrow at her companion, stood up, twisted her hips and walked over.

But before he got close to Mike Corleone, he was stopped by two young men in casual clothes who were following him, "Sorry, ma'am."

The woman was startled, and then her eyes brightened. Isn't this the rich man who went out to take care of his horse? She shouted to Mike Corleone, "Sir, can I borrow a fire?"

Pa da~

As soon as she finished speaking, the younger brother who stopped her took out a lighter and lit it. The whole woman was numb, but she still didn't give up. She had to catch this golden turtle that she finally encountered. She just wanted to continue opening her mouth.

"Shut up and get out of here!" The younger brother scolded, then cursed out loud and frowned, "Don't make trouble for yourself."

The woman looked at him in shock. When she saw the other person raising his hand to hit him, she shivered in fright, turned around and ran away. The high heels even hurt her feet. The pain made her burst into tears. She cursed when she ran back to her companion. .

But he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of being heard by the other party.

That's it.

"This man must be gay!" She cursed viciously, "Sooner or later, when we open the room, he will be inside!"

"boom!!"

Before the voice could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a very clear sound, like a firecracker, but Mike Corleone narrowed his eyes immediately.

This sound would be the sound of gunshots in the United States!

Immediately afterwards, I saw a bunch of people running out of the MGM Casino in a panic. They were pushing each other, and one man even lost his hair as he ran away.

Shot!

Mike Corleone put the cigarette in his mouth on the table and ran out. The younger brother also paid for the coffee.

Never eat for free!

When he ran across the street, he looked around, pushed past the crowd and rushed into the casino. He saw two groups of people confronting each other, and his younger brother was holding a... young man in his hand. I can't say he was obscene, I can only say Looks very pretty.

It's an Asian guy with a mouth full of blood!

The two sides were at war with each other.

"Let's go!" Mike Corleone shouted.

"Let me see if any of you dare to leave and take the guests..." A man who looked like a casino executive shouted, but before he finished speaking, Mike Corleone pulled out a gun, pointed it at him and shot him.

boom!

Shot in the head!

When he fell to the ground, he still looked in disbelief.

Why are you talking so much nonsense?

If there is a fire, there will be a fire!

Seeing how happy the boss was, the younger brothers reacted very quickly. They decisively pulled the trigger and killed everyone first.

Dilly dawdling!

When a group of people dragged a RB man out, the onlookers on the roadside were brave enough to watch from a distance.

"Get away! Get away!" The younger brother fired a shot into the sky. Finally, even the boldest ones fled in panic.

Woohoo~

After all, this is the United States, and people pay taxes. When the police call is received, the nearby patrol police rush over.

Turning a corner, you could see the police lights flashing on it. Just after passing by an alley, you suddenly saw a white van rushing out. It hit the rear corner of the police car just in time, and the other party directly hit the corner. He lost control and rolled twice on the ground, doing a Thomas rotation of more than 1,000°.

The van was lying in the middle of the road, the door was open, and the "gangster" inside was wearing a balaclava. Except for his sharp eyes and thick calluses, he should be no different from an ordinary gangster.

Oh, and there is also a German-made MG42 machine gun!

At this moment, a police car turned around, and a gangster put his hands on the machine gunner's shoulders to help him support his body, "shoot! (shoot!)"

The police officers sitting in the car obviously had good eyesight, especially the police sergeant on the passenger side. He hissed, "Back up! Back up! Back up!!"

The driver next to him also looked ferocious and wanted to run back.

Sudden~

Chuchuchu! !

Theoretically, the MG42 machine gun can fire 1,500 rounds per minute. In combat, it can easily exceed 1,000 rounds per minute. Its high rate of fire and long-lasting firepower have become a nightmare for opponents. Its reliability and suppression performance are extremely high, and it only takes a few seconds to replace the barrel. It only takes a few seconds, so the firepower on the battlefield is guaranteed.

This thing is a "fire beast!"

During the Normandy landings, a German soldier used an MG-42 to carry out frantic sweeps in a bunker on the beach of Omaha, France. He did not stop at any time except to change the barrel. During these crazy 9 hours , he fired out 12,000 rounds of ammunition.

In the end, more than 4,000 American soldiers were killed under the barrel of Hayne's gun. Although Hayne believes he may have killed more than 1,000 people, but certainly no more than 2,000, historians of World War II believe that Hayne likely caused 3,000 to 4,200 casualties among American soldiers.

This may be the highest record in the history of human war, but this record was set by the MG-42 general-purpose machine gun.

"Priest de Normandie" - Hain Severo's weapon of fame.

There are still people using it in Africa, and even humans can use it, which shows that its operation is really simple.

The bullet hit the front hood, and with just one stroke, there was a bang! The cover of the Jeep Wrangler flew off.

And it itself was ravaged by bullets beyond recognition.

No one inside moved.

At this time, Mike Corleone left with his people, and the entire Bronx was in chaos.

New York's "heavy-armed police" were dispatched directly, but by the time they arrived, the people had already run away. There was no "monitoring and control" at this time. The most important thing is that the New York police are also famous for being invisible supermen.

According to reports, there were 100,280 cases in 1990 and 44,122 felonious assault cases, which is simply the highest number in history.

Bank robberies and street killings cannot be said to be commonplace, but they are indispensable.

"Fak! This is a bullet from a general machine gun! What is this? The army? Wodfa! Is there an army hidden in our New York?!"

FBI Director Floyd I. Clark came over with a bullet casing in his hand and asked with disbelief on his face.

“Is Texas going to be independent?!”

His confidant Pearson coughed and said, "Director, this is obviously a gang fight."

"What club uses MG-42? Is it the Greek XX Club?" Director Floyd I. Clark yelled at him.

He really couldn't bear it anymore.

Who cares about what a messy gentleman he is?

Last time, the Lucchese family's matter was not resolved, and now this incident has occurred again. Those who didn't know thought that the Germans were coming.

This is not 1940!

Pearson Road is a bit awkward.

"Check! Find out for me, or else, get out of the FBI." Floyd I. Clark's eyes were red.

"No, I'll let you go to Mississippi to guard the pond!"

His butt is not yet warm from sitting.

I don’t want to step down!

I can still do it!

After he got into the car, he pointed and cursed.

"Yes, sir!" The local FBI could only salute bravely.

Watching the boss' car drive away.

A female senior police officer in charge at the scene looked at Pearson, who waved her hand and said, "Follow your procedures."

"Whose turn is it now?" the woman asked.

"MS-13." A colleague said next to him.

"Then let them hand him over for three days. If the three days are less than three days, let them take the responsibility themselves." The female police superintendent said with a raised eyebrow.

Local associations also have to serve as "guiding lights" and "scapegoats". Otherwise, do you think the United States is easy to get along with?

As long as someone comes out to take the blame.

Anyway, the US government will not really crack down on organized crime.

After all, the biggest black man is sitting at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue!

Pearson heard it from the side, but he was not surprised at all. This kind of thing is too common and he has done it before.

However, as an FBI agent for decades, he still keenly felt that there was something wrong here.

These weapons were definitely smuggled in.

This shows that the other party has a very hidden smuggling route!

I don’t know if I have a problem with that tyrant in Mexico.

I always feel like he did it.

I called him last time because of the Lucchese family matter, but the other party directly refuted it.

He said that he was like a white lotus flower.

"Bitch!"

Pearson cursed in a low voice, not knowing who he was scolding.

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