Working as a police officer in Mexico

The Internal Affairs Bureau interrogated Flores overnight. Of course, if they used some tricks, the other party would shout.

"I shed blood for the Governor, I sold my life for Mexico, you can't do this to me!"

George Smiley rushed to Victor's villa in a hurry. The security outside was very strict.

Joseph Joffre came out and looked at him, "Why are you here so late?"

"I have an urgent intelligence report."

"Open the door!"

The bodyguard opened the door a crack and let him in.

Joseph Joffre took him through the deep yard and could see the barking bulldog walking around anxiously in the cage.

Even George Smiley didn't dare to look around, holding his breath, for fear of taking the wrong way.

The two walked into the house and went upstairs. The chief guard knocked on the door gently.

Victor was a light sleeper. "Who?"

"General, George Smiley has something important to report."

There was a sound of someone getting dressed. After a while, Victor opened the door, his eyes were a little red and swollen.

The quality of sleep didn't seem to be very good.

"Thank you for coming so late." Victor smiled and patted the other's shoulder.

George Smiley felt warm and awkward in his heart.

See, this is what a leader is. He won't think you are looking for trouble late at night, but think you are working hard. Although there is no real benefit in saying a few words, it is heartwarming.

It is said that Takagi Masao of South Korea has a serious bad temper when he wakes up. Why was he killed by Kim Jae-gyu?

In addition to the saying of competing for favor, there is another saying that Takagi Masao woke up many times when the other party was the Minister of Intelligence, and he cursed every time he got up.

This made him very dissatisfied, so, he snapped.

"For Mexico, for the general!" George Smiley shouted.

Victor smiled and led them to the living room downstairs. He asked someone to pour a few cups of coffee, sat on the sofa, and asked about the business while holding a cigarette.

"The Internal Affairs Investigation Department arrested Flores, the director of the Customs Department. We learned from him about a transnational smuggling line."

"Smuggling includes arms, human organs, trafficking of women and drugs!"

"Most of them are transported out by drug dealers in the south through him."

Victor raised his eyebrows, took the confession document handed over by the other party, and scanned it carefully.

"What courage!" He cursed angrily, and was a little angry.

The General Administration of Customs itself is a profitable department. Sending Flores there also means to promote him.

Flores was right. When attacking the Tijuana drug cartel, he fought bravely. He rushed into a building where the drug dealers were located with a machine gun and blew up the machine gun position inside.

Back then, he was also a high-spirited fighting hero.

This...

How long has it been, and he has fallen to working for drug dealers?

Shocking!

According to the confession submitted above, since he became the director of the General Administration of Customs, Flores has transported drugs for drug dealers more than a hundred times!

This also includes helping to buy drugs from the north and transport them to the south, handing them over to the army, and then the border troops handing them over to drug dealers.

Seeing the army involved, Victor's anger exploded, and he laughed in anger, "It seems that the money of drug dealers is more attractive than my money."

"Fuck!" He kicked over the coffee table in front of him, "Shoot him!"

"Flores must be killed to appease the public anger, cut him up!"

Captain of the Guards Xiafei and George Smiley shuddered.

"General, this... Director Flores has no merits but has worked hard. Will this... be dismembered?"

"Just because you have merits, you can live a life of luxury? Just because you have merits, you can go along with drug dealers? This is the front line of drug control, not a place to get rich and get promoted!"

"Everything is fine before you collude with drug dealers. If you get involved with drug dealers, you are an enemy, an opponent, and a traitor!"

"Call Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and ask him and Ludendorff to come over, and call people from other important departments."

Joseph Joffre nodded hurriedly and ran out to make a phone call.

George Smiley was a little fidgety, even though he was a famous idiot outside.

But in front of Victor, he still didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Unexpectedly, the general hated drug dealers so much. It's over. Another group of people are going to be unlucky.

Just when George Smiley felt a little bit of heat rash on his buttocks and was about to pee, finally, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside.

A group of senior officials ran in.

They all looked nervous, and they looked like they had pulled out of the quilt.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others saw the gloomy face of the general, and the words on the corner of his mouth remained on his lips, and they dared not say more.

They could only look at George Smiley with their eyes, and the other party also stood up with a little uneasiness.

A group of big men just stood there and were scolded quietly.

"I didn't expect that I spent so much effort to crack down on drug dealers, but in the end, drug dealers are actually among us. Look, George, show them what kind of bastards I have raised." Victor finally spoke. Although he was still angry, he relieved the pressure on everyone's shoulders.

Chief of Staff General Horatio took Flores' investigation report and took a look at it and suddenly realized it.

No wonder he was so angry!

If it were me, I would explode too.

"This matter needs to be thoroughly investigated. No matter who is behind this, we must investigate and execute them if caught!"

Is there anyone in the North with a bigger background than Victor?

"Goebbels, you are responsible for investigating internal officials. Horatio, you take people to inspect various units and arrest them according to the list. I want to see how many people in my anti-narcotics unit have been bribed."

In fact, this has nothing to do with whether Victor can exchange points for redemption or not.

The replaced person can at best guarantee absolute loyalty to Victor, but many personalities, ways of dealing with people, and ways of facing things are different.

In other words, there are emotions, not just "machines".

Corruption stuff...

Inexhaustible killing.

Horatio looked at the others and straightened up, "Yes, General!"

Victor was smoking a cigarette and his cheeks began to twitch. It could be seen from the speed of his smoking that his mood was not stable.

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Morelia, the favelas!

Captain Paul Emil von Lettow-Vorbeck, smoking a cigarette, stepped on a man's head. The man's limbs were chopped off, and even a layer of his scalp was removed.

He was surrounded by many heavily armed Northern Army soldiers, and in front of him stood many poor people, looking at him with frightened eyes.

"Who knows this person?" Paul Emil asked, his voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.

No one stood up.

"Very good, I appreciate your unity." He nodded with a smile, leaned forward, and his expression sank slightly, "But this person dares to attack us. You know our rules. If you are disobedient..."

He paused, "Kill them all!"

Slums are the most difficult part of every city.

This is not to discriminate against the poor. Of course, the rich also commit crimes, but the poor only have one life left. They often engage in activities such as murder, drug trafficking, and smuggling.

And they all have weapons in their hands.

Rather fierce.

Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.

"If he is obedient, this 100 US dollars will be his." Paul Emil took out a banknote from his arms and said.

"Does anyone know?"

The group was quiet and had their heads lowered.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined!" Paul Emil snorted coldly, pulled the bolt of the gun, and fired a shot at a tattooed man standing at the front.

Bang!

The hit on the head was a slap in the face.

People with tattoos are not necessarily bad people, but good people definitely don’t have tattoos.

"Ready!" He raised his hand, and the heavy machine gun on the Humvee behind him clicked into gear.

"Don't shoot, sir, I said, I said, I said." An elderly man with a stooped back stood up.

"Lindro, you old fool..." someone yelled when they saw him standing up.

Paul Emil glanced, and four or five soldiers rushed out from behind, and roughly pulled out the person who spoke. He was a disabled person with a broken arm.

He had a fierce face and didn't seem to be a kind person. When he was pulled out, he was still yelling, "Victor's lackey, you must die a good death. I curse you to be shot to death!!"

Peng!

The soldier next to him picked up the butt of his rifle and smashed it over, knocking the other man to the ground. A group of soldiers started beating him and abruptly interrupted him.

running dog?

Some people want to be a part of it, but they don’t have the qualifications!

"Speak slowly. Our Northern Army is very friendly to those who cooperate with us. As long as they don't sell drugs, we can talk about anything." Paul Emil said to the old man with a gentle expression.

"He...he is Santos of the Michoacán family. I have met him. He is responsible for collecting protection fees in our area, and forcing us to do some shameful business for them. We are all forced, sir. ." Old man Lindero cried, kneeling on the ground.

Captain Paul Emil squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the slum. In the black light and blind fire, it seemed like a monster, swallowing everyone.

He helped the old man up and patted his shoulder, "From now on, you will be responsible for the slums. First of all, drug trafficking, drug transportation, drug production and drug use are not allowed. This is the bottom line."

"Other crimes are not allowed. When the Governor-General sends the mayor down, he will help you enter the factory. Your children can also be sent to school and enjoy the same welfare benefits as other northerners. But if anyone disobeys, the northern army will arrive in an instant. !”

"This is an opportunity, don't waste it."

"I will be stationed here during this period. If you need anything, you can call me."

The number of people living in the slums of Morelia is relatively small, less than 100,000.

Intricate relationships.

This group of low-level people is of no value to some senior leaders and capitalists, and their lives are ruined, but to Victor, these are all war potential.

Victor is here to liberate these people who are oppressed by drug traffickers.

Their children would become soldiers and provide labor for factories.

With 130 million people, Mexico’s population ranks 10th in the world!

This is not a small amount at all.

There is a lot of potential to be tapped.

I don’t know how the previous government managed to make it one of the most dangerous areas in the world with its strategic depth, population base, and damn port.

Even if a dog is released, it can at least howl twice.

The old man nodded tremblingly, Paul Emil said a few words in his ear, and the other person suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The captain smiled and nodded.

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly jumped behind him, pointing at a tall man hiding in the crowd, "He is from the Albert drug trafficking family!"

The other party's expression changed and he ran away. Before he could run far, he was knocked to the ground by a soldier.

He hugged his legs and started howling.

He was dragged out like a dead dog.

"Lindro!! Your whole family is going to die, all of them are going to die!" the drug dealer from the Albert family yelled.

This bullshit family is actually the little shrimp under the Michoacán family.

"Kill him." Captain Paul Emile thrust the pistol into his hand.

The old man swallowed, but was not frightened at all. He walked over and shot the opponent three times in the head!

Decisive, ruthless, and deadly with a gun.

Paul Emil looked at him deeply. This old man didn't seem to be a kind person.

Sure enough, Mexico has unscrupulous people.

"I will ask the soldiers to cooperate with you to find the criminals in the slums and deal with them cleanly." Paul Emil patted the old man on the shoulder.

He actually just said that.

"Be obedient and ensure that your family is prosperous and wealthy. You don't want your whole family to be killed by drug dealers again."

The old man jumped very fast.

Loyalty was almost written on his forehead, and he nodded vigorously.

"Support" a chamber pot to come out of the slums. If it does well, continue to do it. If it doesn't, kill it and replace it with another one.

When the economy develops, places like this will naturally disband.

In the final analysis, everything is still an economic issue.

Just as the old man and his men were aggressively looking for trouble, Paul Emil was about to take a rest. A soldier came over and stood in his ear and said something in his ear, and then pointed at a young man in the distance.

"Let him come over."

The soldier ran over and hooked his finger at him, and the child hurriedly ran over. He looked malnourished, but he was very clean and his clothes were patched.

"Where are your parents? Child."

The boy shook his head and said calmly, "Dead."

Paul Emil frowned and squinted, "You're lying!"

"Why are your clothes so clean? You don't look like a kid from the slums."

The young man lowered his head, "My mother said, be clean and don't let others look down upon you."

Paul Emil was immediately stuck and looked at the other party, "I heard that you have something to tell me."

The other party nodded, "I found a family in the slum that was very strange and mysterious. I also found that there was no garbage in their house every day. This is not normal at all. I suspect there is something wrong with their family."

Paul Emil looked at the other party in surprise, "Your observations are very careful."

"The male owner of that family doesn't go to work every day, but their family is never short of money. I also saw his wife wearing a new coat. Although I don't know the price, it is definitely not cheap. It is not something that people in the slums can buy. Affordable.”

Now Paul Emil also felt that there was a problem.

"Where?"

"I'll take you there!" The little boy said and led the way, and Paul Emil followed with a class.

I ran for a long time in the smelly ditch.

Just when he thought the other party was playing tricks on him, the child pointed to a building with lights on in the distance and said, "That's their house. They have taken over the three floors above and below."

"Go and have a look."

Three soldiers went up to knock on the door. Paul Emil stared behind him and saw something was wrong above, and the lights were turned off.

"Come in!" he shouted.

The corporal in front was startled and kicked over, knocking the door down. Before he could stand still, he saw a man appear at the stairs, holding an Uzi and sweeping it outside.

Chuchuchu!

A soldier was unable to dodge and was beaten into a sieve.

"Flash bomb!" the corporal roared, and the soldier next to him took out one and threw it out. It flashed and there was a scream from inside.

When he rushed in, he saw the man covering his eyes and falling to the ground in pain.

The corporal angrily put his foot on the other person's teeth. The other person rushed upstairs and saw a woman holding a gun and yelling.

Chug tug tug tug!

One shuttle passed by and it turned into a hornet's nest.

woman?

Women take more bullets!

The corporal came up and turned on the light, and saw maps all around the wall, showing the deployment of soldiers in Tijuana, Morelia and nearby areas.

Paul Emil also followed, looking at the woman's body on the ground, frowning, "Take off her pants!"

Several soldiers looked at each other and finally pulled down their pants.

"Underwear too."

After everything was removed, Paul Emil's expression suddenly darkened.

"Mossad!"

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