Working as a police officer in Mexico

Pecos Acosta's death was just a simple robbery!

Then he was shot to death by the store clerk, and that was that!

At most, it was mentioned casually in the news.

At this time, the United States was not crazy enough to "memorize" a refugee who had been in trouble with the law.

Everyone originally thought that this incident would just go away, but three days later, on December 27, a piece of news suddenly appeared in the most popular newspaper in San Diego.

"Mexican refugee died mysteriously, and his daughter was controlled by local criminal gangs!" 》

The three words "Mexico" are like "TXL" in the nearest border city, and it immediately became a hot search.

Naturally, it attracted a lot of attention. The article downplayed Pecos Acosta's "stealing" and instead emphasized that a hungry father wanted to find something to eat for her tortured wife. daughter.

Then…

He was shot to death!

Hey, if you write it like this, it will be different.

The whole article portrays Pecos Acosta as a "gentleman". Later, "according to gossip", his daughter was controlled by the local gang, and the police department completely ignored it and allowed her to be kidnapped.

It is said that a Mexican discovered her at the entrance of an alley and gave her a dollar in good faith. As a result... she was dragged into a group beating in broad daylight by a group of people.

He kept shouting "Dad!".

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see something fishy when looking at these manuscripts.

But after all, this is not for locals in San Diego, but for Mexicans who have also encountered discrimination there.

Put it in their place, locals look down on "outsiders".

Then, on the 28th, an article was published called "The mayor of San Diego made a public speech, hoping to expel Mexicans." 》

Then put a blurry photo that looks like a B-ultrasound on it and make up a few random sentences. Oh my god, the Mexican refugee group is really going crazy!

On the third day after the "bullet" flew, that is, in the early morning of the 30th, more than 20 Mexicans formed a team to protest in front of the convenience store!

However, there were conflicts with the police during the process. Seven people were arrested and one was sent to the hospital.

This angered Mexicans even more. That afternoon, more than a hundred people marched holding signs while confronting the police.

A young man in his 20s suddenly became violent, took out a pistol from his arms, and shot the San Diego police chief three times!

and chanted, “Mexican Lives Matter!!!”

Other Mexicans: Shocked!

We were just protesting, not so violent. The San Diego police reacted like angry bulls and started to fight back!

Take out guns and shoot each other directly!

The Mexicans in the center of the firefight were completely unable to react and fell to the ground one after another.

When the police's follow-up support arrived and suppressed them all, as many as 37 people died!

It was also broadcast in full by local TV stations.

This time, it completely aroused dissatisfaction and panic among the Mexicans.

You know, in the United States, the combat effectiveness of Mexican gangs and drug traffickers is very high. Of the thousands of homicides that occur in prisons every year, 35% are from Bloods gangs, 38.5% are from Crips gangs, and all of them are Mexican gangs. Dry.

These people are unruly and do evil things. They are simply lawless.

In northern Mexico, it's Victor's world, and you can call me, Daddy.

But in the United States, if you come out to hang out, what is your name? Big drug lord!

These people have no culture and are very loyal. They just know that Americans bully their compatriots!

January 1, 1991!

Early morning!

New year and new atmosphere.

About 2:31.

While the 711 convenience store clerk was drowsy, three Mexican gangsters armed with Scorpion submachine guns stood at the door and started shooting inside!

Chug tug tug tug…

The glass was shattered into pieces. The waitress inside was so frightened that she covered her ears and screamed. Another male waiter lay directly behind the counter and took out a pistol from the cashier to fight back!

How does your .38 caliber thing compare to a submachine gun?

Instead, this resistance aroused the anger of the gangsters. They rushed in and hit the screaming waitress on the head. The other two pulled out the male waiter who was ready to surrender after firing bullets.

In front of the camera, I used a knife to pull his neck cleanly!

When he heard the sound of the police car, he set fire to the convenience store and walked away.

This video was "leaked", and the inhumane behavior of Mexican gangs also aroused dissatisfaction among local people.

If you're not satisfied, let's do it!

The dispute started with the gang...

The local police department is a bit biased towards American gangs, which makes more Mexicans dissatisfied.

At 14:00 on the 1st.

Mexican refugees, drug dealers, speculators and other people with complex identities gathered together and took to the streets, raising slogans of resistance!

Ask 711 convenience store to compensate the deceased!

The number of people slowly grew larger and larger.

1,000 people…

2000 people…

When we finally arrived at Central Street, the population exceeded 70,000!

The northern spies hiding inside were wearing masks and holding Molotov cocktails and threw them into the shops along the side!

The dispute begins!

The San Diego riots begin.

The Mexican intelligence agency, which controlled everything behind the scenes, got the news immediately. Augustin Przeucil, director of the Foreign Military Intelligence Service, rushed to Victor's office with the intelligence.

Employees on the road saw him and said hello to him, but he had no time to respond as he walked very fast.

"What's going on? Why is Mr. Augustine so anxious?" a thin-faced employee muttered.

"I don't know either, but my intuition tells me that the United States should have bombed." The colleague standing next to him said firmly.

"How do you know?"

"intuition!"

The former looked at him in surprise. Although I didn't understand, he looked really awesome.

Augustin Przeucir stood at the door of his office, adjusted himself, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

He pushed the door open and said very quickly, "General, there is a large-scale riot in San Diego!"

When Victor heard the news, he raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand towards him. Augustin Przeucir quickly handed over the information.

“So comfortable!”

After reading it, Victor couldn't help laughing and leaned back, "This is indeed a beautiful scenery."

"Should we get involved again?" He smelled it cautiously.

"certainly!"

Victor said very confidently, "The Americans are trying every possible means to drive me away. I am a bit petty and very vindictive."

"Send some weapons and ammunition to fight against a hegemonic country like the United States. We should be more ruthless than him. We should find a way to tell our people and encourage those drug traffickers and refugees to attack their important posts. It is best... to destroy the local financial system. and the security system is paralyzed!”

"Also, in addition to San Diego, we must also incite in other places, and the human wave tactics will become a vast ocean. If Bush has the courage, he will drop bombs in the country!"

Victor's laughter shook the roof in the office.

The cunning Augustin Przeucir immediately had a better idea when he heard his words, "General, I don't think we should let the Mexicans fight alone. The United States is a hodgepodge. We should involve the other minority tribes." ”

"Especially black people, they have no brains at all and prefer direct violence without considering the consequences."

Victor looked at him and leaned forward subconsciously. The two of them looked like "villains" working together.

"Martin Luther King had a son..."

Got it!

Victor immediately understood what it meant. Dr. Martin Luther King was killed by a racist, but in fact the CIA also had a hand in it. Hoover even had someone send a letter in which Insulting language threatened Martin Luther King to commit suicide.

Although more than 20 years have passed since this incident, it still has a great influence on the black community, and triggered riots across the United States after his death.

What would happen if at this time, his son, the new black leader, was killed again by "racists"?

"Can you lead me to the CIA?"

"Then we have to activate our chess piece, but if it is activated, we have to recall him." Augustin Przeucir said.

Victor picked up the cigarette on the table and handed it to the other party. Augustine was startled and quickly took it with both hands.

If you don't smoke when your boss hands you cigarettes, how can you make progress?

If Casare were here, he could show you what seven-hole smoking is.

"Then use it. Our family is not as rich as Lao Mei, but don't be stingy when you want to use it. If Americans want to be bitches, we can't be gentlemen. Only being more ruthless than them is in our interests." Victor put a hand on Augustin Przeucil's shoulder.

"We have only one way out, and that is victory, understand?"

"Victory!" Augustine nodded vigorously.

"Go ahead and do it. No one will do anything to you before I die."

This was an understatement, but it made Augustin Przeucir feel at ease.

What do people in intelligence have to be afraid of?

Afraid of being thrown out as a scapegoat.

Americans do this all the time.

Augustin Przeucir raised his hand in salute and left the office.

You Yankee bastards, let me give you a taste of Wang Yang’s tactics!

Victor picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip and squinted, "It tastes good."

…

San Diego is a mess!

There were overturned trash cans on the ground, attracting mosquitoes, and a foul smell filled the air.

On Central Street, American police officers wearing anti-riot suits and helmets looked around with vigilance. There were still traces of flames burning on the surrounding walls.

And across from them.

A young man had a cigarette in his mouth, a schoolbag on his back, and a flag on his shoulder. It read: Mexicans demand equality, and our lives matter!

San Diego City Hall.

A group of people are discussing the next plan.

The American system is very "interesting". As long as you agree with something, others will naturally jump out to oppose it. This gives Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright a headache.

He looked at the heated noise below and knocked on the table, but no one paid attention to him. Finally, he knocked on the table angrily, "That's enough!"

Everyone suddenly became quiet. You looked at me and I looked at you, talking back to each other, but they still sat down in a dignified manner.

Pierluigi Cartwright, with a dark face, was about to speak.

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise!

Deafening.

Right in the city hall!

Then there were rapid gunshots and curses downstairs.

The expressions of Pierluigi Cartwright and others suddenly changed, and they saw the acting police chief running in anxiously, "Sir, don't go downstairs yet!"

"What happened?"

"More than a dozen rioters drove into the city hall, threw incendiary and explosive bombs inside, and exchanged gunfire with the police..."

So fierce? !

Pierluigi Cartwright frowned. He smelled the growing tension in the air. He decisively issued an order, "Everyone is under martial law. I'm going to apply to the governor for the intervention of the National Guard."

"This won't work..." One of the opponents subconsciously objected, but before he could finish speaking, a cup hit him on the head.

"Shut up! You bastard, if you talk too much nonsense, I will punch you to death!" Pierluigi Cartwright roared angrily.

When he got angry, everyone became quiet.

It's not that he has high prestige, but... he was the California 95kg free fighting champion before. To a large extent, the shock of his muscles and fists is stronger.

"If anyone holds you back, even if I don't become the mayor, I will kill him!" Pierluigi Cartwright looked at them ferociously.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand..." scattered people answered.

"Louder, bastard!"

"Understood!!"

Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright's expression softened slightly and he snorted, "These cheap guys really think they are vegetarians."

When he was about to leave the conference room with a gloomy face, he saw the secretary hurriedly walked in. Seeing their messy steps, Pierluigi trembled a little, always feeling that something bad had happened.

really!

"Mr. Mayor, a large-scale demonstration broke out in the black community."

"Fake! What happened to them?"

The Mexican riots actually did not affect other ethnic groups much. The main reason was that Pierluigi Cartwright called the Asian community and the black community to talk to them and told them to stop causing trouble.

Everyone promised well, but now...

"Martin III was killed." The secretary asked in a deep voice.

"Who? Who is that?" Pierluigi Cartwright asked with a frown, but he always felt that the name was familiar.

"His father was Martin Luther King."

The mayor immediately felt weak in his legs.

"and…"

The secretary looked around, lowered his voice, leaned next to his shoulder and said, "The CIA did it."

"What." Pierluigi Cartwright raised his voice, feeling that his voice was too loud, and clenched his fists, "Are they fools?!"

Idiot, idiot, idiot!

How long has this been, and you are still doing this? You are... simply unimaginably stupid.

"Let's go! Find Mr. Governor!"

He ran away in a hurry.

The others looked at each other, they were not deaf, they could hear.

America...is going to have civil unrest?