Working as a police officer in Mexico

Snap!

A whip hit the body of Mexico City Mayor Eduardo Galeano, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

The wound on his face was even turned outward, and the corners of his mouth were outlined with bloody saliva. The whole person was in a daze and confused.

He was still muttering, "I... I am the mayor..."

The bodyguard who was whipping the whip was a little exhausted. He picked up the mineral water next to him and gulped it down. He threw the remaining bottle over, grabbed Eduardo Galeano's hair with a grin, and spit on his face, "Mayor? Whose mayor are you? Do you have Mr. Victor's approval?"

Is there an official seal on your butt!

Eduardo Galeano raised his head, his eyes were swollen, "I! The legal mayor of Mexico City..."

Before he could finish, the palm-leaf-fan-sized slaps were opened on him left and right, and the swollen face became much "wider".

Let you pretend!

Let you pretend!

Zi~

Just when Eduardo Galeano was in a state of confusion, the door was opened, and a bodyguard ran in from outside, pulled the man who whipped him and whispered a few words, and the two of them left just like that.

Is this...pause?

Eduardo Galeano breathed a sigh of relief.

Click, click...

The crisp footsteps seemed particularly heavy in this quiet cell.

He tried to raise his head, and a dull voice came to his ears, "Eduardo."

"Quaukumot!"

Eduardo Galeano opened his eyes suddenly. He was so familiar with this voice that he could recognize it even if he turned into ashes.

Quaukumot looked down at him with a complicated look.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Eduardo Galeano said hoarsely, "The high and mighty President is not sitting in the National Palace, kneeling and licking the Governor of the North, and coming here...what is he doing?"

"Kneeling and licking? That's cooperation!" Quaukumot frowned.

"Do you believe it?" Eduardo Galeano asked back, his face full of sarcasm.

The other party was silent.

"When you put the Northern Governor's Office above Mexico, you! Became a sinner of Mexico! Victor is a dictator..."

"But he is not a drug dealer." Cuauhcmote interrupted him, his emotions rising, "Do you want Mexico to become a paradise for drug dealers? Become a laughing stock of the world? Make more than 100 million people become drug addicts? I am the president, I know who I should be responsible for!"

"I will not allow Mexico to go to the imperial system, this is anti-human, this is a blasphemy against all people!" Eduardo Galeano shouted loudly.

"Don't put a hat on my head, Eduardo, you and I are mature politicians, I understand what you want..."

"It's nothing more than my position! Right!" Cuauhcmote looked at him gloomily, "What for all of Mexico, you are just a failed betrayer."

Everyone likes to find an excuse for their "mistakes".

It's better to stand on the moral high ground.

This may be useful to others, but don't say it in front of the Emperor, he will let you taste the "old three", Hummer dismemberment, cannon execution, and helicopter hanging!

The last one has not been put into practice yet.

However, it is said that the Governor's Office is selecting people, and they have to find someone with some status, tied to the ankle, and then hovering in the sky. Of course, they can't be tied to the neck, otherwise it will be too easy to die.

You hang on the ankle, and the blood flows backwards...tsk tsk tsk!

"You are talking nonsense!" Eduardo Galeano seemed to have his tail stepped on, and his voice became sharp. He struggled hard and wanted to fight the other party, but was tied up.

"Tsk!" A mouthful of thick phlegm with blood was spit on his face.

Kwaukmot's face was gloomy, his face twitched, and the last bit of pity disappeared with this spit.

"Incompetent waste!"

After saying that, he turned and left. He came here to ask why the other party betrayed him and whether he had done anything bad to him?

But on the way, he figured it out. It was nothing more than that he was suppressed by his superiors. He wanted to go one step further, that's all.

Become a whore, and still want to put on clothes?

"Quaukmot!" Eduardo Galeano shouted loudly. The look in his eyes before he left deeply hurt him, but what greeted him was only the door that closed again, and... the darkness of fear!

When Quaukmot walked out, Guancarlos was standing outside. Obviously, he knew everything inside. He handed over a piece of paper. The former took it and wiped the saliva on his face, "Please take good care of Eduardo for me."

"Okay, sir."

Guancarlos looked at the guard, who nodded and walked back in with the whip.

"Sir, the Northern Governor's Office hopes to send someone to replace the arrested traitor."

Quaukmot paused, he opened his mouth, and understood that the North was not satisfied with the trash around him and wanted to place its own people, then... his own power.

He was a little confused, not knowing what he said wrong, and turned to look at Gancarlos, "Mr. Victor, do you plan to become emperor?"

"???" The other party was confused by the question, is it so direct?

Do you want to be more subtle?

For example, does Emperor Victor want to rule Mexico?

It's hard to answer if you ask me like this.

"I think you have to consult the Governor in person about this matter. However, as subordinates, we will unconditionally obey any decision he makes. Not only me, but also the 100,000 soldiers of the Northern Governor's Office think so!"

Quaucmote nodded and walked into the car.

He finally understood a word, the rise and fall, honor and disgrace are all in one person!

He leaned back, "Gomez~"

The new secretary sitting in the co-pilot turned his head quickly, wearing a pair of glasses, very young and very smart.

"Go back and check if there is any reliable imperial title in ancient Mexico. If not, look at the whole Latin America."

"??? Sir, do you want to study history?"

Quaucmote did not answer him, his eyes looked out of the window into the distance.

He only asked His Majesty Victor to take the title when necessary!

Since he wants to be the emperor, he has to "ask" himself, and he will definitely be this iron-clad henchman! !

No one can stop him, even Jesus has to come second!

No, there is another opponent.

Casare Gonzalez!

That guy is a master of flattery, and I must surpass him when necessary.

"A-choo!"

Tijuana, Security Minister Building.

Casare sneezed, picked up the remote control and turned up the air conditioner. His eyes were dark. As soon as the boss went out, he handed over everything to him, which made him very stressed.

He was afraid that the boss would come back and he would not be able to do it well.

He is the "Executive Deputy Governor".

"Huh?" He suddenly picked up a purchase application in his hand, which was submitted by the foreign affairs department. After all, Mexico is an "importing" country and has no perfect industrial system at all.

This is the real inability to even make a pen tip.

Of course, after the signing of the "North American Trade Agreement" later, the Canadian dog above and the American eagle below dragged the Mexican worm to take off!

A relatively complete and diversified industrial system was not available until 2000.

If you don't sign this "traitorous" agreement, the bosses don't want to play with you. If you want to engage in industry yourself, it is absolutely not allowed!

Therefore, the industries after the millennium, including petrochemicals, electricity, mining, metallurgy, etc., are all controlled by Americans.

In the northern territory controlled by Victor, the bones of American big capital have not moved, it is not the time yet, but some small-capital factories are constantly being compressed, and the Americans are absolutely not allowed to be the emperor here.

So many things are imported from other parts of Europe and Asia, and the purchasing department has great power.

But...

"Import 1.2 million bullets from India?" Casare knew every word, but when combined together, TMD, it was a bit brain-wracking.

You are not afraid of explosions!

Can the Indian things be used?

He picked up the phone angrily and called the head of the business department, "You! Immediately! Right now! Come to my office."

The people on the other side were frightened and ran over in a hurry, panting when they knocked on the door and came in.

"Sir!"

"Can you tell me what this is?" Casare handed over the purchase order, "1.2 million bullets for 1.2 million US dollars?! I can tolerate this, but who told you to import from India? Besides, we have our own channels, and we don't need to rely on others for weapons and ammunition!"

"If you can't give me an explanation, I will give you an explanation!"

The head of the business department wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his voice, and was about to speak when Casare shouted angrily, "Stand up and speak!"

The other party laughed, "This purchase was negotiated by Mr. Vieri."

"Which Vieri?" Fatty Ka frowned.

The boss also has this surname.

"Olincho. Favret. Vieri!"

Casare was overwhelmed when he heard this name, and cursed.

In fact, this person is really related to Victor. Although his parents died early, he has other relatives.

Mexicans attach great importance to family and are also very fertile. Victor has few direct relatives, but the Vieri family is very prosperous.

It turns out that they are not pure Mexicans.

They came from Italy 200 years ago and have lived here for a long time, but there is no leader and no celebrities in the family. The surname Vieri is simply unknown.

But who knows...

Victor suddenly appeared. What is the meaning of "one person's success brings prosperity to the whole family"?

He did not arrange important positions for his relatives. After all, if he believed in these shitty relatives, wouldn't they be played to death?

The population of the Vieri family reached an astonishing number of thousands. After all, it has developed for 200 years, and Victor has dozens of close relatives.

Olincho Favte Vieri and Victor have the same grandfather and are cousins. The other party was originally a street gangster and also sold drugs part-time, but he also escaped trial because of this identity.

After all, who dares to shoot the blood relatives of the boss?

Knowing that his cousin's official position was getting higher and higher, and finally became the governor, Olincho Favte Vieri's behavior became more and more rampant.

Casare knew of more than 10 "crimes", such as killing someone while racing and then escaping, beating a pregnant woman, and harassing a French woman while drunk on the roadside.

There are a lot of people fawning on him, and many of them are unknown to Victor. Casare and Jason Bourne will not report them. After all, the boss is so tired, why bother with trouble.

His cousin is Victor!

Governor!

Who dares to offend him?

But Olinjo Favret is not the only one. From the oldest to the youngest in the Vieri family, there are many people who mess around under his name, sometimes causing public outrage!

The head of the business department saw that Casare's expression was not good, and he was also angry, "Sir, this is not the first time."

Fatty Ka looked up at him.

"Many people from the Vieri family came to the business department to take advantage of us. In addition to asking us to purchase some unnecessary products, many even brought letters from Mr. Victor, saying that they had said hello and asked us to pay them money!"

"More than 70 million US dollars were paid in total!"

"What! What do you eat? Don't you know to call to confirm?!" Casare was shocked when he heard the number and jumped up from his chair, "Why do you want so much money!"

The head of the business department shrank his head, "If we don't give it, he will make a fuss, and he even brought a pistol."

Who said that there are no dudes abroad who have nepotism with me?

There is a saying that power flows in the blood.

Napoleon also encountered this kind of dregs after he ascended the throne. The children of his family used his name to make a lot of money, including General Charles de Gaulle, who was known as the last man in France. He had a good reputation, but after his death, some people slandered him, saying that he could not manage his family children well.

Casare finally felt that the problem was not that simple.

This matter must be reported actively, and the boss must not be allowed to find out personally, otherwise, everyone will suffer. He said with a gloomy face, "You go back first, remember, don't tell anyone anything about today. If I hear the wind outside, I will take you to the prison of the Thirteen Taibao!"

"Understood! Understood!"

Casare waved his hand, and the other party ran away quickly. He frowned and sat on the chair for a long time. He finally picked up the phone and dialed it.

Absolutely no one is allowed to discredit the image of the boss!

Austria. Vienna.

Victor is trying the food of this country, called garlic soup, which is a dark dish. He almost vomited.

Nurnisha Kalis said with a smile, "You are not used to the food. I was not used to it when I first came here. I always think that Austria is a beautiful country, except for their food, which is even more uncomfortable than French bread."

While she was talking, she saw Secretary Victor running to him and whispering a few words. She deserved to be able to work in the United Nations. When she found something wrong, she found an excuse to go to the toilet and urinated.

Victor's brows frowned for a moment, but soon relaxed, "Let Casare follow the rules."

"Tijuana law is the greatest!"

If anyone wants to override the law, it can only be Victor.

"Tell him that he is a cousin, not a real brother."

"He will spit out as much as he eats."

"Otherwise..."

"Let him pay with his life!"

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