Working as a police officer in Mexico

The best way to prevent the consortium from becoming bigger is always nationalization!

My will is the will of the state!

Everything goes so smoothly in front of weapons.

There are a total of 8 American companies in the Culiacan Industrial Zone, 2 of which are relatively...stubborn. Do you think Victor's soldiers are good stuff?

Those who speak softly to you are bitches, but real men will just shoot you.

Get out with 20 million US dollars in national debt!

In order to keep the staff enthusiastic, all salaries will be increased by 10%!

The originally anxious employees immediately plunged into the hot production.

But this sudden attack on the consortium shocked many people.

In particular, the stocks of several major companies on Wall Street have been falling all the way. On February 26 alone, a total of more than 1.2 billion US dollars evaporated, and it is still falling!

The stockholders sighed.

The capital is furious.

Atlanta, Georgia.

Outside the Coca-Cola building, many tourists can be seen queuing up to check in, holding cameras, as if they were worshipping.

In the dome office on the top floor.

Robert Goizueta, with white hair, stood by the French window, looking at the crowd below with deep eyes, holding a cigarette in his hand.

A few shareholders sat behind him, also with solemn expressions.

"The Mexican factory determines our strategy in Latin America. We can't just give up. We export more than 500,000 boxes from there every year!" A director said a little anxiously, and was also very angry.

"What should we do then?"

"Let the US government protest!"

"Do you think Victor is a person who can listen?"

Several directors quarreled.

Finally, the one who spoke first said angrily, "Then let someone kill Victor!"

Everyone looked at him as if he was a fool. What are you kidding?

What to kill him with?

Sugar?

How can such an idiotic thing be said!

"Mexico can bring us more than 900 million US dollars in revenue every year." Robert Goizueta spoke, and everyone else fell silent.

As the president, when Robert was in charge of Coca-Cola, the market value was only 4 billion US dollars. Since he started in 1981, it has increased to 30 billion US dollars!

It can be ranked in the top six in the United States!

When you are capable, no one will make noise when you speak.

"Victor has chosen two paths for us. Either cooperate obediently or get out of the Mexican market. Isn't the answer to this multiple-choice question obvious enough?"

"But sir, this destroys our interests in Mexico. We can make a lot less money a year!"

"Then what do you say? Overthrow Victor? We are businessmen, not politicians. We pursue money rather than power. For us, making less money is also making money, but if we lose it, we really have nothing."

Robert Goizueta's remarks of "actively cooperating and being beaten" made several directors very dissatisfied, but they were only dissatisfied.

It was just incompetent rage.

"Trevino, please go to Tijuana for me and have a good talk with Governor Victor. We are willing to cooperate."

A director sitting at the edge nodded, and he looked bitter and resentful.

"If we give up some of our interests, we can get more... There is no end to money." Robert Goizueta seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be a reminder to everyone.

It is difficult to make a choice...

Some people are willing to back down, and naturally some people choose to be tough.

On the 27th, a few hours after the American Medical Association announced the suspension of drug and raw material supply to Mexico.

The Northern Mexican Pharmaceutical Company was established!

And it directly announced that it would produce insulin on its own, and would cooperate with Indian pharmaceutical companies to mass-produce basic drugs, and the price was nearly 70% cheaper than before!

Without the tariffs of the Americans, Mexicans can afford drugs more.

The attitude of "I use fake drugs, what can you do to me" made the pharmaceutical companies protest continuously, and many members of the parliament who took the money also criticized his actions.

In the anti-thief camp in Mexico, they kept licking the Americans, saying that they would continue to support genuine products and hoped that Victor would apologize.

As for Mexico City.

Some opposing voices gradually increased.

After all...

Victor really cut off the financial resources of many people!

Quan Xiaojiang is such an awesome person. He went into the Sanqing Education Team weighing 120 kilograms and came out weighing 2.5 kilograms including the box and the person!

It's really my name is Doo Hwan, the people were beaten and screamed.

It also includes the "too urbanized" Popo. What's the saying?

Without glasses, you can't see Popo.

With glasses, you can't see Popo!

Such a global environmentalist can be regarded as Victor's predecessor. When the owl's ditty sounded, he fell asleep for 24 hours.

Such awesome people have people to resist, let alone Latin America, which has been "chaotic" since ancient times?

On the afternoon of the 27th, a group of people began to protest. They demanded a re-election, believing that the current Mexico is completely a product of the tyranny of the tyrant!

They demanded that the institutional party that was beaten down return to power.

Some people even threw dog shit at the National Palace!

In this situation, the so-called "opinion leaders" stood up. Popovich, a leader of the Institutional Party, who was only 39 years old, sang "Mexicans, Respond to the Call to Arms" surrounded by everyone. This is the national anthem and the battle horn.

In this case, he really gathered hundreds of thousands of people.

Popovich's photos and information were also sent to Victor's office immediately.

Click~

A fat man appeared on the projector.

Damn fat man! (So ​​does the author).

Augustin Przeucil pointed at it with a stick in his hand and said, "Popovich, male, 39 years old, born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, leader of the Mexican Institutional Party, former leader of the Mexican Party Levi Odyssey's son graduated from Sciences Po in Paris. After graduation, he served as the president of XIFOO's Mexican department. In 1983, he entered politics and served as a member of the Guadalajara Congress. "

"Another person with a foreign background came back." Victor couldn't help but speak after hearing this.

What does someone who has lived abroad since childhood know?

He talks about benevolence, morality and human rights. When asked how to solve the problem, he just said: let Mexicans play freely.

But what will the Mexicans become in the end?

Play as a drug dealer!

If we don’t rely on force to “guide” us, we will only go further and further astray.

"The calls for re-election are getting louder now..."

"Where is it mainly?"

Agustin Przeucil: "Inside Mexico City."

"Isn't there anyone making trouble in our territory? It seems that they also know my temper." Victor was still very satisfied.

There are still many people who are aware of current affairs.

"Then let him choose. If he likes to play house, let him play by himself. Apart from the governor's palace in the north and the drug dealers' territory in the south, how many other territories can he call upon?"

Mexico has a total of 32 states, and each side has one point. Oh, you can play with the central states however you want.

Anyway, Victor needs some time to recuperate now.

It serves as a buffer zone between the north and the south.

"Children always like to use their voices when making troubles. What's the use of being loud? When you go out to do things, you have to look at your strength..."

“What about Mexico City?”

Victor sat up straight, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Where am I, where is the Mexican orthodoxy!"

Augustin Przeucil got it.

Leave it to them to play!

It's useless, and you can't collect taxes.

After the drug traffickers in the south rebelled, Mexico's tax revenue plummeted, and the government ignored you at all to support you...

He often makes trouble.

The current development is not as good as Tijuana.

Play by yourself without taking them with you.

It would be really fun if Victor planned to let the Institutional Party play its own game. Victor in the north of Mexico, the Institutional Party veteran in the middle, and the drug dealers below.

The current nominal boss of the southern drug dealers is the son of Cardenas, and Cardenas was the former boss of the Institutional Party!

Will both parties cooperate?

No, no no.

In Victor's view, they will fall into a power struggle. Popovich will not give up the power he has finally "competed". There are still more than 30,000 Mexican government troops in several nearby states.

Either work together to fight Victor, or fight.

No matter what, there is no loss for Victor.

Digest the inside first. The steps were too big and some eggs got stuck.

"Appropriate compromise is the best way to transfer conflicts. If Popovich wants to come to power safely, then we will give him a big gift."

Augustin Przeucir's eyes flashed.

The cunning fox began to trap the rabbit.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the intelligence leader walked out. A soldier outside whispered something in his ear. He nodded, "I understand."

"General."

"Huh? Is there any new news?"

"A group of European royal families and government officials plan to hold a meeting in London to discuss in detail how to sanction us. It is currently known that eight royal families have confirmed that they will participate."

Augustin Przeucir, "This news came from the KGB."

"The old remnants of the era are planning to revive?!"

Victor squinted his eyes. He was very troubled by some domestic events and was in a bad mood. Now there is a group of people outside who are constantly criticizing him. Is it wrong for him to ban drugs?

Is it wrong to defend national interests yourself? !

"It's like a United Nations formed by our enemies."

"We are all trapped in a cage by the innate rules of this world. If you follow them, you will live, if you disobey them, you will die."

"They like to criticize us from the commanding heights just because they have had a few extra years of food!"

Victor threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and sat upright. The shadow of half the face of the projector appeared on the wall, "Who are they?"

"They like to gather? Then give them a real shock!"

"Then let London fall!"

…

February 28, 1991.

It started to rain lightly.

The frontline troop commander found Zolf Sherman and asked him if he wanted to continue the mission.

"It's raining? If it rains, won't we fight? Even if it means using a knife, we still have to fight!"

"Yes, sir!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The adjutant next to him wanted to hold an umbrella for Zolf Sherman. He pushed it away and said, "I and the general fought in the north and south. I have never seen anything like this. It rains a little and I still need to hold an umbrella. Mother." They were chirping, one of my soldiers was still wet in the rain, so I stood and watched them get on the plane."

The adjutant put away his umbrella silently.

Bang~

There was a clear sound, as if something rolled to his feet.

He looked down and saw it was a pocket watch.

Bending over to pick it up, he opened it and saw a photo inside, a photo of a girl, smiling happily and pointing fingers.

"A very beautiful girl, what's your name, Lieutenant." Zolf Sherman said to the lieutenant who was a little at a loss in front of him.

"Engels."

The other party was not very old, only about 20 years old, and smiled a little silly when he heard it.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes!"

"When you come back, I will help you to find a partner, and then I will host your wedding." Zolf Sherman said, helping him to arrange the parachute on his body and patting him on the shoulder.

The lieutenant was excited by the leader's pat, and saluted in surprise.

"They are all a group of young and energetic young people."

The transport plane slid slowly.

The second lieutenant sitting in the seat took out his pocket watch, looked at the smile of his girlfriend on it, and a moment of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"I will definitely come back with the most dazzling military medal to marry you!"

Zolf Sherman stood below and watched the plane soar into the sky!

The transport plane took off from several coastal airports.

Take advantage of the night!

Head straight to the destination.

2:15 in the morning!

People are just in a daze.

Ding Dong~

A reminder sounded in the cabin, and the whole city was dyed red.

"Okay! Guys, below is San Benedicto Island, check your equipment!" A major stood up and clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"The generals and the people are watching us!"

"I am a warrior from the sky, we will hit the invasion on the territory belonging to Mexico!"

The cabin door slowly opened.

"Victor bless you!" The captain's voice also sounded at this moment.

The wind outside was blowing hard!

There was only the moonlight reflected on the sea, but looking down from a height, for those with acrophobia and vertigo, it would be dizzy.

Not everyone can be a paratrooper.

The Il-76 not far away has opened the rear door, and tanks and armored vehicles can be seen starting to land!

"Down! Down! Down!" The major pushed a captain standing in the front, who took a deep breath, pulled his tactical glasses, and jumped down!

Have you ever seen a paratrooper at 2 a.m.?

At this time, a song "The Voice of Berlin" should be played.

The sky is full of parachutes floating down in the dark!

Compared with daytime, this kind of night parachuting has reduced visibility and obstructed vision, which increases the risk of misjudging the terrain and topography.

But as the motto of the Mexican Royal Airborne Cavalry Regiment in the camp of this unit: Paratroopers! Enjoy the danger!

Nearly a thousand paratroopers challenge the limit!

Bang!

A T-72 tank was unlucky and fell directly into the sea with a dozen paratroopers by the wind. Once the parachute cloth was stained with water, it was so heavy that it pressed the people into the water.

But at night, it is difficult to find the people who landed, and even if they were found, there was no time to rescue them.

The first soldier to come down bent his feet, slid for a distance, took out a dagger to cut the rope, and put down the monocular night vision device on the helmet.

Tsk tsk...

Victor is really willing to "spend points". This set of airborne soldiers is equivalent to three army soldiers.

It is true that the air force is rich, the navy is foreign, and the army is a country boy...

The first soldier to come down jumped on the BMD-1 paratrooper fighting vehicle and started the battle directly.

The Spanish Foreign Legion stationed on the island of San Benedicto could not have expected that there would be guests at such a late hour!

You don't sleep at night?

But they are not ordinary people. When the alarm sounded suddenly, the soldiers who were sleeping in their clothes got up, picked up the weapons at the head of the bed and ran out of the temporary cave.

If you have good eyesight and look at the moonlight, you can see a dense group of people rushing out like ants!

The tracks of the BMD-1 airborne combat vehicle charged recklessly on the island. As a support weapon, its firepower was quite strong. A 2A28 smoothbore cannon fired at the front!

No matter what.

Late at night, it all depends on luck!

The machine guns on both sides of the front of the vehicle fired, suppressing the Spanish Foreign Legion, and the artillery hidden on the hillside was lifted up. With the order of the officer, the artillery fired!

Bombarded the Mexicans in front!

But they were not happy for a few minutes.

A high-explosive armor-piercing rocket "stupidly" crashed into the artillery position, blowing people and horses inside...

The huge fireball exploded the shells, and the Spanish soldiers who were not in a hurry to dodge were torn into pieces.

A white man of the Spanish Foreign Legion was burned into a black man...

Not far away, two Mexican paratroopers threw away the RPG-29, which is nicknamed "vampire" in the West and is specially used to fight tanks.

NMD, they really brought all kinds of weapons.

Fearing that the firepower was insufficient.

They raised their guns and rushed to another place.

Of course, where the paratroopers landed was random, and it was not a beach landing.

Many people were "lucky" and fell on the back mountain. Good guy, they were stabbed from behind.

"Where is the enemy! Where is the enemy!" The head of the Spanish Foreign Legion took off his clothes and ran into the temporary command post in a slightly embarrassed manner.

It is undoubted that the soldiers of the Spanish Foreign Legion are very fierce. Their combat effectiveness has been tested. Unlike the famous French "Foreign Legion", most of this unit are Spanish, with only about 1/4 foreigners. While these people receive generous treatment, they also undertake the most difficult and dangerous tasks. They charge at the front when attacking and cover the rear when retreating. Therefore, this legion has developed an extremely cruel, fierce, and brave combat style.

But!

The Spanish Foreign Legion has rebelled.

They became a tool for Franco to maintain his rule and began to rebel in Monaco, which is notorious.

Many people in China heard this name.

It's like a simple village hearing the name Bobo, and they are scared to death.

Later, after Carlos came to power, in order to prevent such "rebellion" from happening again, the cabinet held on to power tightly and put all kinds of monsters in.

The combat effectiveness is naturally much lower than it was decades ago.

But it can still withstand it!

"Mexicans have airdropped!" The adjutant in the command post said in a deep voice, "The number is unknown, but it should not be many. There are also armored vehicles, and they are advancing faster."

"Fire flares, they like to hide, let's make them visible, I don't believe it, the Mexicans are tigers with wings, can they still fly over." The legion commander swallowed his saliva.

After all, he graduated from a regular military academy, and he is not a fool.

"Captain, I don't think the Mexicans can be that stupid, they may definitely have other support forces."

"You mean at sea?"

The captain's expression condensed, his eyebrows jumped, "Have you applied for a sea blockade from the patrolling warships at sea, and have you contacted the aircraft carrier formation?"

"No...no, I asked the country, and the country told us to wait for news, but...I always have an ominous premonition." The adjutant said with a gloomy face.

They are on the island, and there are few channels in the Pacific Ocean, so they can't receive much useful information at all. It's too easy to hide it from them.

If the soldiers on the Revillagigedo Islands know about it, it will be terrible!

Hearing the adjutant's words, the legion commander took a breath, his breathing was a little rapid, he took out a spray from his pocket, and began to spray it hard at his mouth. The adjutant helped him sit down.

"It's okay, I have asthma."

The adjutant didn't say anything. Didn't he know whether he had asthma or not?

He was taking drugs!

He was addicted just now.

The spray was the latest drug from the Medellin Company in Colombia, and the ingredient in it was ketamine.

The commander was taking drugs!

The highest commander of the Spanish Foreign Legion was actually an addict.

Alas...

This "unsinkable aircraft carrier" and "sea kingdom" will have to wait at least a few hundred years to restore its glory.

"Keep calling, we must know the exact location of the aircraft carrier."

"Understood!"

On the back side of San Benedicto Island, four or five figures were running in the dark. They were unlucky and fell directly into the sea not far away. They had to work hard to climb up.

They couldn't tell east from west, south from north, and could only follow the sound of gunfire.

The leader was Lieutenant Engels, who was patted on the shoulder by Zolf Sherman. He had the highest rank.

"Wait!"

He walked in front with a gun. Suddenly, he stopped and motioned everyone to stop. He looked around vigilantly. The night vision goggles of several people were not working and they could not see clearly.

Engels touched a big tree and went around. Suddenly!

He felt a face appear in front of him. The two people were very close and could feel each other's breathing.

Bang!

"Spaniard!!!"

"Mexican bastard!!!"

Both sides didn't know who shouted in tacit agreement.

Engels felt that his gun was pulled hard by someone, and then the other party hit him hard with a heavy hammer, knocking him back a few steps, but he still subconsciously pulled the other party's clothes and pulled him to the ground.

Regardless of the pain in his chest, the two people beat each other!

But it was obvious that the Spaniard was stronger. He grabbed Engels' neck with his backhand and clamped it hard, trying to kill him.

The latter clenched his fist and hammered the other party's ribs!

The severe pain made him let go.

Engels rushed over, poking his fingers everywhere like a shrew fighting, biting his teeth everywhere, and blood soaked in mud and seeped into his nasal cavity.

The two people rolled over, and one of them fell into a pit without paying attention. Both of them were dizzy. Engels felt that his whole body was falling apart, but he still endured the pain, touched a stone on the ground, and smashed it on the other's head.

Bang!

A very crisp skull.

Kennedy must not have been so loud at the beginning.

"Ah!!" The other party also became fierce. The fear of death made him angry. He also hit Engels' head with a stone, but he had a steel helmet...

In a few minutes, the huge physical consumption made both sides gasp for breath.

As Engels raised his hand fiercely and smashed it hard!

After the other party's body stiffened, he fell heavily to the ground.

Engels also fell weakly beside Spain, gasping for breath.

Whoosh~

Whoosh~

A few sounds!

The sky was illuminated brightly.

Engels's face was bruised and swollen, and his face was covered with dirt and blood stains. He had lost several teeth.

"The sky... is so beautiful."

"Second Lieutenant! Second Lieutenant!" The Mexican soldiers also dealt with the others and shouted in panic while lying on the ground.

"Don't shout, I'm not dead yet, take a break, take a break." Engels replied weakly.

Hearing his voice, the soldiers above breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still reassuring to have an officer around.

Otherwise, the big soldiers wouldn't know where to run.

After resting for more than ten minutes, the strength was restored, but the young man was a little exhausted.

"Second Lieutenant, there seems to be an enemy machine gun position ahead."

Engels wiped the corner of his mouth, "Let's go! Kill them!"

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