Working as a police officer in Mexico

When leaving the meeting room.

Ethan Hunt was still frowning.

His intuition told him that something was wrong!

This was like a nest.

I am the head of the intelligence department, why are you telling me this?

There is something fishy, ​​there must be something fishy.

Ethan Hunt served Blanco and now he is with Pablo's sister. He has fought in many battles and fought bloody battles. He has to go in and out seven times a night. He has seen all kinds of big scenes. You play this trick on me?

After he walked out, Berman, the second son of "Grand Master" Abrego, walked in. He is now the military commander of the Yucatan Peninsula. If he wants to work alone, it would be easy to kill the puppet president.

"Dad, why do you doubt Victor?" Berman is tall and strong, and his voice is a little muffled when he speaks.

This son is not simple. When the Gulf Group opened up the US market and fought with the San Francisco gangs, he was at the forefront. He can fight, charge and kill. He is the most beloved of Abrego's sons.

But... his brain is not working well.

Hearing his son's question, Abrego glanced at him and exhaled, "Because he is too calm, too calm to be a drug dealer."

? ? ? ?

Well...

Abrego officially certified that drug dealers are very irritable. In fact, this is definitely a prejudice in the Golden Triangle, but in Latin America, hey, drug dealers are really rare and calm.

They start killing people at the slightest disagreement.

It's as if their heads are full of violent genes.

They will do three things: killing people - drug trafficking - hiding drugs!

People like "Victor" are very calm in everything they do, and their IQ is even higher than that of ordinary drug dealers.

Of course, it doesn't mean that all drug dealers in Latin America can only fight and kill. Guzman is famous for playing tricks, but he will still lose control when encountering some things.

"My intuition tells me that he is not the same as us." Abrego narrowed his eyes.

Berman scratched his head, feeling powerful.

"How is the Yucatan Peninsula navy that I asked you to form?"

This is a good location, located between the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, belonging to the Mexican states of Campeche, Quintana Roo and Yucatan. If there is a navy, it can completely contact other countries, and carry out large-scale maritime drug transportation!

Air transport...

You will be taken down by the air if you fly over the north.

Now the southern government has to spend money everywhere, and the drug revenue exceeds 40%. Under the guidance of Abrego, more than 300 towns and cities in the south have all changed to growing drug raw materials!

As for corn, this kind of food...very little.

It also "thoughtfully" came up with reward measures. Whoever grows the best and the most will be rewarded. It also encourages farmers to "privatize" and give a certain amount of subsidies every quarter, as long as you agree to grow drugs.

But in the same way, doing this completely abandons food self-sufficiency and relies entirely on sponsorship from the United States, Spain, Britain and other Latin American countries.

And these foods are of course not given to farmers unconditionally, but you need to spend money to buy them, which is another income for the drug trafficker government.

Those desperate farmers can only sell their land and people to the various "organizations" and "gangs" under the drug dealer government, forming a perfect land annexation and personnel exploitation.

Does it look like... the operation of the ancient family?

From this point of view, the world is a circle.

What management experience do Abrego and his gang have? They are greedy in their bones. People are now starving to death in more than a dozen states in the south.

In order to improve the status of drug dealers, some people even plan to divide people into "three, six, nine", similar to the racial system in India!

For example, the drug dealer families and organizations in power are the first type of people, the second type of people are various appointed officials and rich people, and the third type of people are the poor at the bottom.

It is said that Abrego is considering this matter, and the drug dealers under his command are clamoring. It should be passed soon!

This is simply an outrageous opening to outrageousness - outrageous to the extreme.

Latin American drug dealers, Southeast Asian politicians, African indigenous warlords, typical versions of "editor".

Abrego also plans to enact a law that strictly prohibits anyone from talking about Victor and the Northern Army in public, and requires all second sons in the family to join the drug dealers' combat system, which is mandatory!

Just build it like this, in a few years, they will all starve to death!

"The Institutional Revolutionary Party sold us 4 Fletcher-class destroyers, a Bronstein-class frigate, a Perry-class frigate, 69 patrol boats, 3 survey ships, 20 auxiliary ships, 1 training ship and 3 tugboats, and recruited more than 10,000 people from the navy. We can get a fleet." Bellman said excitedly.

The Mexican Navy is also strong. Although they are all warships from the Second World War, they are large in number and have nearly 40,000 people. After Victor conquered several important western port cities, most of the warships fell into the hands of the Northern Army.

Victor did not trust these "old veterans" and assigned important officers to the naval academy as instructors, while most of the soldiers who could be used were kept in their posts, and those who could not be used were helped to find jobs and thrown into several large shipyards as hard laborers.

Victor confiscated all the US shipyards in Mexico.

Including the branches of Ingalls Shipbuilding and Austal, which were important manufacturers for the US Navy.

There are also some navy ships still in the territory of the Revolutionary Institutional Party who, under the temptation of drug dealers, brought their ships to join the drug dealers.

Anyway, for a while, the whole of Mexico was as chaotic as the feudal lords in the late Tang Dynasty, and the Institutional Party was Huang Quan, but now no one cares about you!

Looks pitiful.

"Our warships are stronger than the Northern Army. Do you want me to take people around the Gulf of Mexico to give Victor some excitement?!" Bellman said excitedly.

"Are you going to die? Victor has more planes than us. If we can't control the air, we are targets. Didn't you see the Gulf War? Learn more when you have time." Abrego scolded.

"Then buy it. Isn't Victor Bout in Guatemala? We can contact him again. Anyway, the Soviets are about to collapse. Do we still need this little money?"

Abrego was also moved when he heard this. He is not a person who can easily feel at ease. In his hands, the Gulf Group has changed from a local drug trafficking organization to a drug trafficking group spanning five continents. He has great ambitions.

Pablo wants to build a country for drug dealers.

And he wants the whole country to be full of DMs!

He wants the Abrego family to become the "king of drug dealers" in Latin America and even the world!

It's exciting just to think about it.

His eyes flashed and he nodded, "Then invite him to come and tell him I have a big business for him."

Berman nodded happily.

"It would be best if there were bombers!"

Abrego looked at him, "Don't worry, there will be some!"

Victor belongs to the light!

Victor, the traitor!

…

"In the operation last night, we blew up 4 enemy missile camps, 3 of which failed, and 8 soldiers died in the battle." George Smiley stood in front of the table and reported.

Victor held a cigarette in his hand and tapped on the ashtray. There was a gap in the ashtray, and you could still see drops of blood on it. He squinted at the list of sacrifices handed over, sighed slightly, and picked up a pen to make comments on it.

"Award all the second-class merits to the 141st Task Force, do a good job in the aftermath of the fallen soldiers, promote Captain Joseph Allen to lieutenant colonel, and promote the rest of the dead personnel to one level."

Joseph Allen took the annotation with both hands, "According to Lieutenant Colonel Simon Riley's retelling, the drug dealers' combat effectiveness has obviously become stronger. Even the action group in Coahuila State encountered trained special forces soldiers. Their actions to evade armed helicopters were very decisive, unlike ordinary drug dealers."

"And according to our intelligence, four military mercenaries, including South Africa's EO Strategic Resources Company, have obtained contracts from the southern drug dealer government. Maybe... we are facing them."

EO!

Victor's face flashed with a hideous look.

This name is an old friend. When he was still hiding on the island a long time ago, they followed the Tijuana drug trafficking family to fight him!

The founder Eeben Barlow also called him to ask him to release their captives.

Ah!

What kind of dog garbage can negotiate in front of him?

Victor ordered to kill their mercenaries and feed them to sharks. I haven't heard this name for a long time.

"Is there any way to kill him? I hate rats running around in front of me." Victor said cruelly, "It's better to kill his family as well."

"He... has a background in the South African government."

"No matter what his background is, I'm not afraid of the Americans, so why should I be afraid of South Africa? They don't manage their paws well, I will manage them for them!"

George Smiley thought for a while, "There will be a defense exhibition in South Africa in two days, and he will definitely be there."

"Kill him!"

Since the boss has given the order, the people below are responsible for execution.

"The mercenary business is a profitable business, which makes these vultures forget their fear and only pursue money." Victor leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

In the 1990s, there were military contractors during the Gulf War. Iraq hired a large number of people, and so did the United States.

A group of thrill-seeking hounds looking for excitement in the game of great powers!

How to evaluate these mercenaries?

Celebrate when you win, and cry when you lose.

But all countries in the world have such "institutions", and Victor is also prepared for this. When the relationship with the United States was good, he asked Casare to recruit many retired American soldiers. At that time, he was ready to engage in the "PMC" military contractor business. The cake was so big, he must be greedy.

But later, there was a conflict with the United States. Victor didn't trust these Americans very much, so he ignored them.

"We must make them guarantee the most basic respect!"

You MD, I am a professional at flipping the table.

Just when George Smiley wanted to speak, a series of rapid alarms suddenly sounded, and Victor's butt jumped up as if it was installed with a spring, and ran to the French window to look outside.

I saw the people below evading in panic like ants.

The police on duty on the street began to guide the people to hide in the air-raid shelter, and above the sky, you can see dense rockets falling.

Soon...

The anti-aircraft forces below began to fight back!

Bang, bang, bang!

Tijuana is armed with the U.S. military's Nike Hercules missile system, and air defense forces began to take up positions after radar detected the approach of the UFO.

It is mainly used for homeland air defense and key area air defense to protect important targets such as cities, industrial centers, and military bases.

This missile mainly intercepts at high altitudes.

The terminal interception relies on a powerful firepower network, mainly relying on the M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun truck and the MIM-72 anti-aircraft missile known as: "Oak"!

You can see bullets flying everywhere in the sky...

Jump, jump, jump!

There was an explosion in mid-air, like fireworks exploding brilliantly.

Victor's hands were shaking and he stared, fearing that he would miss any wonderful moments. Although the air defense net was effective and eliminated most of them, some rockets still missed and fell into driveways or residential areas.

Explosions come and go!

Another one fell on a two-lane road not far from the Governor's Palace. The car was blown over and the alarm kept ringing.

This happened in the blink of an eye, but Victor felt a chill on his back.

There were crying people everywhere.

"Check! Find out who did it!" Emperor Wei shouted angrily, and his voice could be heard in the corridor.

George Smiley quickly saluted and rushed out to investigate.

"Also, stabilize the United Nations delegation and don't let anything happen to them!"

"yes!"

Victor frowned, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, his face was full of anger.

When these "rockets" flew over the sky, the people of San Diego, who were only a few dozen kilometers away from Tijuana, could see them clearly.

"OMG the ups and downs keep coming!"

Many people raised their heads and looked at this spectacular scene in horror.

"Are you going to attack Mexico?"

"How is that possible!"

"How is it impossible? Didn't you realize that the missile was sent from our side?" Someone retorted loudly, with an excited face, raising his hands and shouting, "Fuck Victor!"

At this time, the US military stationed in San Diego was also confused!

Major General Aureos Clift was originally on the phone with his lover. When he saw the rain of steel in the sky, he shrank in fear and stared.

"Dear~" the other end of the phone shouted.

"Love you mom!! Get out! Something happened, something happened!" Oreos Clift yelled and jumped up.

Who the hell fired rockets at Tijuana?

Damn it!

How come I don't know?

I am the military commander here.

He panicked and called the Pentagon. The people there were stunned when they heard it. They repeatedly confirmed whether it was an accidental firing. Oreos Clift said that his army's missiles were still there.

? ? ? !

The news was quickly conveyed to the office of Acting President James Dan Quai.

“!!!━━━.!!”

The entire US government agency is in chaos.

"Sir, Tijuana has issued a war speech!" Just when he was panicking, the secretary hurried over and said.

"At 14:00 on April 17, Tijuana was attacked by rockets from the United States, causing casualties. Our entire department was extremely angry and decided to fight back!"

On the TV, Goebbels, dressed in military uniform, said with a serious face.

The viewers in front of the TV felt chills running down their spines.

Including Acting President James Dan Quai, who swallowed and was a little scared.

The main thing is that Victor is so crazy, he is not afraid of death at all, and he also has missiles. Even if he can't penetrate the anti-missile system, he will definitely get beaten at such a close distance. If something happens, the possibility of him getting to the top is completely It’s impossible.

"Sir, you should contact Tijuana at this time, keep the phone open with them, and let them clear up the misunderstanding!" the staff said next to him.

"Yes, contact Tijuana!" James Dan Quai said in a panic. As soon as he picked up the phone, he saw CIA Director Stanfield Turner barging in.

"Sir, there's news!"

…

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Tijuana received news of the "accidental shooting" from the Pentagon, saying that it was a misunderstanding and that they were willing to talk to resolve it and provide compensation.

"Intelligence from Hydra showed that this was a targeted missile attack, directed by Raytheon Company and the Texas consortium Crown family. One of their vice presidents and a direct descendant died in an explosion. This was... a counterattack, Colombian drug cartels are also said to be involved."

OK OK!

That's what the military-industrial complex does, right?

Victor laughed angrily.

"Kill to pay for life, debt to pay for money, it's only natural! If they want to mess with us, we have to hold back?"

Victor picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it on the ground, "Fight them! The Americans want to negotiate and tell them about the misunderstanding. Tell them that I am very angry now and ordered the missile battalion to prepare for battle. The whole process will be broadcast live. I want to see it, Americans." What kind of compensation can you give me?”

The intelligence officer nodded hurriedly and recorded the general's order.

After he left, Victor's anger subsided slightly. He saw the ashtray on the ground and picked it up. The corner was missing even more.

Call the secretary over and hand her the ashtray.

"Give me a piece of gold in this corner."

"????"

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