Working as a police officer in Mexico

Damn Damn Mo Xing, Emperor Vic?

This kind of behavior, which many people consider very "moronic", has a huge market in Mexico, especially in the north.

Where was Mexico during the Olmec civilization?

You MD, there are wild big pants everywhere, and there are many people who have sex everywhere, just like Japanese people, they are called whatever they are where they are born, such as the mouth of a well, they are born by the well.

Although this kind of motto is pointless in the eyes of many elites.

But there are also people who smell the difference in it.

"Victor wants to proclaim himself emperor!"

Under an umbrella outside a coffee shop on the streets of Tijuana.

Four or five people were sitting...with faces from Southeast Asia.

A strong man with scars on his face squinted and looked at the people walking in front of him. He frowned and spoke fluently in Thai. He wore a Buddha protective plaque around his neck, crossed his legs, and held a cigarette.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the man standing at the door of the cafe drinking coffee glanced at him and listened carefully.

"Proclaiming yourself emperor? No way, what age is this? Is anyone still doing this?" a companion said in surprise.

"That man is very ambitious. He wants to crack down on drug dealers all over the world and use this kind of behavior to win over people's hearts. So what about the stone man on the beach, or even the reincarnation of a god? Don't you think it's all just packaging?"

Hearing his companion's words, the strong man with scars laughed out loud. The cigarette choked his trachea, "Victor is just stumbling across this place. The Americans are just paper tigers! If they were in the Golden Triangle, General Kunsha would let him Understand what real war is!"

The man standing nearby who had been listening suddenly narrowed his eyes, hurriedly ran back to the cafe, and pointed at the Thai guy outside who was working hard to make coffee.

The gang was still laughing when they saw three coffee shop workers running out with guns pointed at them.

"It's them, they were talking about Khun Sa and drug trafficking!" The man pointed at them and said, "I understand Thai and I have done business in Thailand. That's right. They are Khun Sa's subordinates from the Golden Triangle!"

"Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, squat down!!" The staff member next to him who was written as store manager shouted loudly while holding an MP5 submachine gun.

A group of Thai people:? ! ? ! ! !

Is the Drug Enforcement Administration running a cafe?

NMD, a side job!

A Thai man grabbed the coffee and threw it towards them. The coffee splashed out. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he ran away!

But can you outrun a bullet?

Chug tug tug...

The MP5 submachine gun fired from behind, and came out from the chest. He staggered forward for two steps, and the Thai guy jumped into the street.

He fell to the ground, staring and twitching, vomiting blood from his mouth, and soon became unable to move.

The "big brother" with the scar on his face saw that the other party was so decisive, and he was also very decisive, and he immediately knelt down holding his head.

It looks like…

There are also many jail terms in Thailand.

But he still raised his head with a tough look on his face: "Don't slap me in the face!"

"I XNM!"

The store manager raised his gun and smashed it into the opponent's face!

…

Mexico City.

The National Palace symbolizes the highest position.

The 39-year-old Popovich, leader of the Institutional Party, sits in that coveted position!

When it came time to return to power, symbolic elections were held.

With almost all his rivals in the party being taken away by Casare, he won the election with 97% of the votes. Of course, it would be wrong to say that he did not rely on means at all.

His family is a well-known wealthy family in Mexico. His parents are high-level officials. Even his grandfather was the governor of Sinaloa and once ran for president.

His identity is extremely complicated, and he is also involved with local gangs and drug dealers.

There was originally a second person running for election, but that person... suddenly disappeared the next day. The police couldn't find him, and his whole family was gone. Maybe he was taken away by aliens.

Naturally, he won.

But Popovich was not happy at all now. He was sitting in a chair in a daze, and the cigarette in his hand was slowly burning. Then he shivered in pain, shook his hand, frowned, and looked at He cursed with his blackened fingers and put them into the tea cup, cold.

"Brother! Brother!"

At this moment, a young man who looked very similar to Popovich ran in in a panic.

"How many times have I told you that in the National Palace, you have to do your job!" Popovich slammed the table angrily. He was already anxious, and seeing his brother in such a panic made him feel even worse.

The man swallowed, shrank his head, handed over the newspaper in his hand, and pointed to a message on it.

"The United States will start talks with northern Mexico on the peace process."

It also says that Donald Rumsfeld will bring people over to discuss relations between the two parties.

"The United States intends to negotiate with the Northern Army. Then...then our situation will be very embarrassing. This...is not a good thing for us."

"If the peace negotiation process really proceeds, then we will have to listen to Victor in the future. Without the help of the Americans, we cannot withstand the northern army."

"Quiet!"

The other party immediately shut up.

Popovich frowned. He felt that the other party was speaking too verbosely. He took the newspaper, read it up and down, and finally looked at the newspaper it belonged to, the "Washington Post."

His brows were slightly relaxed, and he suddenly smiled.

"Brother, how long has it been since this happened, and you can still laugh?" his younger brother Aldous Wendel said eagerly.

"Sometimes you have to look at the essence of things, not the surface. The Washington Post is a semi-governmental newspaper. What do you think is the attitude of calling Tijuana the north of Mexico?"

The younger brother shook his head with confusion.

Popovich sighed. His younger brother liked to dance with guns and knives. He had no political acumen at all. He looked like a fool.

"That means the United States also recognizes Southern Mexico and our Central Institutional Party!"

"This...this, haven't they admitted it by helping me? And we occupy Mexico City, we are the orthodox ones."

Popovich is still very patient. "It is impossible for the Yankees to promote their intention to split Mexico in the news media, but he can see their intentions from their words and actions. Talking about peace with the Northern Army is only superficial." "Politics is an art of compromise."

His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, "suddenly realized", "I know, they are afraid that Victor will go crazy and launch missiles to kill them, so they don't dare to do it openly, so they have to use double-dealing tactics!"

Popovich's face twitched, and his chest suddenly felt depressed. He pointed outside and said, "Get out of here!"

This brother must not be a relative.

Otherwise, if you are so smart, why does the other party have no political acumen at all?

Aldous Wendell sneered, "Brother, what should we do? If Victor is allowed to negotiate the peace process, his prestige will be greater, and the blow to us will be greater. Mexico City Many people also started to make small moves. The intelligence department under my command caught a dozen young people in their twenties, intending to blow up the National Palace and welcome Victor to the throne! "

"!!"

"We have to develop our own army. Any politics is weak in the face of violence!"

Popovich raised his head. He was a little surprised that his brother could actually say such a thing. He frowned and said, "There is not much money left in the treasury."

"Then sell drugs!"

"Victor defeated several drug trafficking groups, and a lot of market share was immediately vacated in Europe and South America. Now the Southern Alliance, Colombians and even people from Southeast Asia are grabbing market share."

Popovich's morals are obviously not very good, and his family actually sells drugs. Otherwise, how would he have so much money to promote his political progress?

"If we all plant traditional drugs, we won't be able to benefit from the pursuit and interception of those big drug lords." He said with a frown.

When Aldous Wendell heard this, he quickly lowered his voice. He didn't know why, but his tone was trembling.

"Brother, I have new opportunities here."

Popovich looked at him, although he was a little doubtful of his head, but still motioned for him to continue.

"Last time I went to the United States, I met a man named Walter White. I saw him promoting a new type of synthetic drug in a bar at the time!"

"I tasted it, and it tastes very good!" Aldous Wendell licked his lips, and when he saw the unkind look in his elder brother's eyes, he hurriedly waved his hands, "I just tasted a little."

Popovich said with a sullen face, "Don't get involved in drugs. Even if you are not good at all in the future, I will break your legs!"

He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and continued to ask, "Is it reliable?"

Aldous Wendell nodded hurriedly, "I have also made some insinuations. Walter White is a high school chemistry teacher who works as a chemistry teacher in a high school, but he was diagnosed with moderate to advanced lung cancer. His wife is 40 I am pregnant at many years old, and my eldest son still has cerebral palsy, and he wants to make some money.”

"But he didn't know any drug dealers, so he had to sell it himself, and I met him. It was like a cornucopia!"

"It doesn't require any long-term cultivation. It only requires a little synthesis of raw materials. The cost is even cheaper. Believe me, brother, it will definitely become a hit!"

"What are the raw materials?" Popovich asked.

"He refused to say it, but I know one thing, ephedrine, is not easy to get. Especially after Victor came to power in the north, he cracked down hard. Many pharmaceutical companies in the country were compulsorily acquired. It is even harder to get it. ”

Ephedrine?

Popovich is a top medical student. Of course he knows about this. After hearing his brother's words, he thought quietly, "Then find another medical representative. I remember I met a representative before who wanted to set up a factory here. I also I have his business card, I’ll look for it.”

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and flipped through a pile of business cards.

"Found it."

Popovich took the business card and handed it over.

"He is a medical representative. Now he is looking for people to discuss business with. You can contact him."

Aldous Wendell took the business card and read his name.

"Ye ZHENLI!"

Ye Zhenli!

In a "medium zone" housing area in Mexico City, an Asian man walked back to his house with a tired look on his face. He took the key and opened the door, but it didn't open. He was startled and knocked hard. Collide.

The landlord who heard the commotion came out, a fat woman holding corn.

"Leave your things downstairs, you can go."

Ye Zhenli was stunned and said excitedly in Spanish, "Why?"

"How long has it been since you paid rent?" The fat woman snorted coldly.

The other party's momentum suddenly faded, "I...amn't I just thinking of a solution?"

"Then you go to the street and think about it. Get out of here and don't force me to call the police."

Ye Zhenli walked downstairs with his head down, and saw his clothes and bedding thrown casually under the stairs. He sighed and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

He graduated from the government university. College students at this time were very valuable, but he didn't become a lawyer or a politician. Instead, he joined a pharmaceutical company. Because he was proficient in Spanish, he was sent to Mexico.

But after coming here, he found that he couldn't get used to the food and living here, and the most important thing was that domestic companies were too slow to pay money!

Basically, it was a month late. How could he live like this?

Especially when he returned to China some time ago, he met relatives and classmates. Either their homes were demolished or they started their own businesses by taking advantage of the east wind. All of them who had dropped out of school were wealthy.

This made Ye Zhenli, who had studied hard since childhood, a little depressed. He didn't want to stay here anymore. There was no future in Mexico.

This time he was kicked out, and he wanted to escape completely.

In this place...

The rich are the boss.

He finished the cigarette in his hand, sighed and stood up to pack his things, but suddenly, his eyes went dark, he looked up and saw four or five big and strong men standing in front of him.

"Mr. Ye?"

Ye Zhenli looked at the other party, a little panicked. After staying in Mexico for a long time, he could tell who was on the other side.

He was not a good person.

"Our boss asked you to discuss business. Don't worry, it's about pharmaceuticals."

Ye Zhenli had to go even if he didn't want to. He got on the car in a daze and arrived at a villa at a loss. But as soon as he got off the car, he was unexpectedly calm.

They must not be looking for trouble with him. If he offended them, they would come up and shoot him. Why did they come to the villa in person?

Is it really a business? !

Following the people into the villa, he saw a man watching TV inside. His hair was very short and he looked very tough. When he saw Ye Zhenli, he smiled and stood up and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Ye, my name is Aldous Wendell, and the current president Popovich is my brother."

? ? ? ?

Big shot!

This is definitely a big shot. Ye Zhenli felt a little awkward shaking hands with him. After all, he is just a small salesman now.

"Please sit down. Don't worry. I came to you for business. My brother has been hiding your business card. He recommended you to me."

Ye Zhenli smiled. He was really hungry at that time. He sent his business card and a letter to Popovich. He didn't expect that the other party really hid it?

"I'm just a medical representative, sir..."

"Hahaha, you just happen to have what I need."

"Excuse me, what is it?"

"Ephedrine, I need 30 tons!" Aldous Wendell said directly.

Ah?

30 tons!

You eat it as a meal!

Even if you make tea, you have to drink it for decades.

This thing is used to make cold medicine. Do you want so much?

"I don't know how much ephedrine is sold now? How much is one kilogram?"

Ye Zhenli likes to express himself with fingers when speaking. He raised two fingers and was about to say 200 yuan.

Aldous Wendel answered directly, "2000 US dollars? No problem!"

Gurgle~

Ye Zhenli swallowed the next words directly.

I just want to shout 200 yuan!

He stared, breathing a little fast.

How many times is this?

He is a top student, and he calculated it immediately. 30 tons is 60 million US dollars! ! !

And 200 yuan in China is the "external price". If you want to buy 30 tons, you can get at least 120 yuan. This... this...

Robbery of a bank? !

He took a deep breath, "Mr. Aldous, according to regulations, we need to collect 30%... No, 10% down payment."

He was afraid that he would say too much and the other party would be unhappy.

But Aldous Wendel smiled and nodded, "No problem, you give me an account when the time comes, and I will transfer the money directly."

Ye Zhenli nodded vigorously.

6 million US dollars is given as soon as you say it!

Damn, he is so generous.

Is this what a rich man is like?

Actually, Aldous Wendel could ask the United States to buy it, but ephedrine is one of the "prohibited substances" in the United States. Many companies also need to use it themselves. It is impossible for the United States to export it to him on such a large scale.

He can only find someone else to buy it.

2,000 US dollars is within his affordability.

He originally thought it would cost 3,000 US dollars.

Aldous Wendel invited Ye Zhenli to have a meal. At the dinner table, the former kept saying that 30 tons was just a small matter. If the cooperation was pleasant, 100 tons a year would not be a problem.

This made Ye Zhenli overjoyed. This is a fortune!

At the table, he also ate something he had never eaten in his life. Have you eaten roasted tiger meat?

I don't think so.

Camel meat, crocodile meat, etc.

When he left the villa, the other party also gave him a car, a Santana that sells for 200,000 yuan in China.

In the car, his hands were shaking.

He took out his phone and wanted to call China, but as soon as he pressed the number, he paused, his face was tangled.

He was unwilling to let the company make so much money!

In terms of commission, he could indeed make a lot of money, but in front of 60 million US dollars, those commissions were nothing!

Can I work alone? !

Just when he was hesitating, a call came in, he picked up, and it was his wife on the other end.

She was also his former pen pal.

"Zhenli, I... I'm pregnant."

Boom! !

Ye Zhenli's head exploded, joy and panic occupied his brain, and he was a little hesitant when speaking.

"I don't want to give birth to him..."

"Why!" Ye Zhenli asked anxiously. As a traditional man, he was still thinking about passing on the family line.

"We can't support him." His wife Yu Zhiyi said after a silence.

"No, no, no, we can support him! Ayi, I... I found a big order, which can make a lot of money, enough to support the child, and then the money can be enough for us to settle abroad. Don't call, don't worry, believe me."

The other side said "um", and the two of them hung up the phone after telling each other their hearts.

The families of the two people are not the same. Ye Zhenli is a child from a poor family, and Yu Zhiyi is the daughter of a rich man. She has to bear a lot of pressure to marry him.

Ye Zhenli also vowed to give him a future!

"Damn it!!"

He hammered the speaker hard.

"Done!"

"Fuck, people can die rich, but not poor!"

Ye Zhenli is also a very decisive person.

Mainly, this money is enough for him to go crazy.

He did it as soon as he said it, and pawned a piece of jade on his body to a local Chinese pawnshop and bought a plane ticket back home.

I would rather die than not make money!

(It is not an exaggeration to turn 200 yuan into 2000 US dollars. The Americans sold it for 289 US dollars, and he sold it to Mexicans for 2890 US dollars. The highest was 96 tons a year, which is equivalent to 14 million US dollars a day. Don't say I'm exaggerating.)

...

There is a drug tycoon who is starting to rise over there.

And in Tijuana.

Victor invited the UN delegation to watch a show.

That is: hanging drug dealers!

The drug dealers who were dragged out were hanged in the square.

They cried and screamed, as if their parents had died, and some even couldn't help but urinated.

"Execution!"

As the officials on the scene gave the order, the drug dealers cried even louder. As soon as the pedal below opened, the whole person snapped.

The sound of bones breaking was obvious.

The representatives of the delegation all subconsciously touched their necks and swallowed nervously.

Victor also stood up and applauded, and the people next to him followed suit.

"Long live the general!!"

"Loyalty!!!"

The people below shouted loudly, including soldiers and civilians, and they cheered.

"Don't keep staring at human rights. Making people happy and peaceful is the greatest human right. Mexico used to be full of drug dealers and gunfights. What about after I came? Those rats can only hide in the sewers!"

Victor said to everyone in the delegation with high spirits, "There are 3,212 squares in the north. Every month, a group of people will be hanged to death. This is to let everyone know that drug trafficking will be punished by death!"

"Don't tell me about the dignity of criminals. Since you have committed a crime, you have no dignity. You didn't have it in the past, you don't have it now, and you won't have it in the future. In my dictionary, there is only killing!"

"I want to kill him!"

"The drug dealers who are killed will never dare to come to Mexico again!"

Enrique of Brazil next to him was thoughtful when he heard this, and the representative of Venezuela next to him was a young man.

Nicolas Maro Moro!

29 years old!

He was a taxi driver a few years ago, and now he is a member of the union representing the public transportation system in Caracas, the capital of Venezuela. It was a "chance" that he could serve as a representative this time.

He listened to Victor's words, his face was excited, and he said, "Sir, how do you think we can completely eliminate drug dealers?"

"Completely?"

Victor looked at him and shook his head, "Wherever there are people, there will be people chasing huge profits. This is human nature. What we can do is to provide people with a safe society and jobs so that they don't have to commit crimes, but there is no way to really solve it thoroughly."

"Then... wouldn't that be a bit of a waste of work?" Nicolas Maro Moro said a little disappointed.

"We are justice, and light can never compromise with darkness. Darkness will last forever, and light will never go out. Look." Victor pointed to the cheering people below, "My mission is to keep them alive."

"Make them happy, keep them away from crime, and make them full of hope for life."

"Don't be afraid of whether the next road is full of darkness or light. Go ahead. If there is no road ahead, then we will open up a road for future generations!"

Nicolas Maro Moro looked at Victor, and his eyes flashed with an emotion called "worship".

I will definitely be like Mr. Victor!

The people of Venezuela don't need drugs!

Victor's words also caused other representatives to think deeply. Although he was a bit domineering, he was still a military leader. If he was not domineering, would he still be called a military leader?

Many people felt that Victor was right, and they couldn't help but applaud.

The people and soldiers below heard the applause, looked up, and saw Victor standing on a balcony opposite the gallows, and immediately cheered again.

"Long live the general!!!"

"Long live Mexico!!!"

"Your Majesty..."

Victor smiled and raised his hand.

George Smiley trotted up from behind and whispered in his ear. The emperor raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"Goebbels, please accompany the representatives for a while. Sorry, I have some personal matters..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you go to Mr. Victor first."

"Yes, yes, we will stay here for a long time, there is time."

These people have become very "well-behaved" now.

Victor smiled at them, walked downstairs, and his expression was calm.

"Accident or normal?"

Casare's mother died in the mental hospital!

"She was injected with powerful sleeping pills."

Victor narrowed his eyes.

It seems that someone can't deal with him and Casare, and started to find ways to disgust him.

"Let's go!"

Victor got into the car with a gloomy face. The other party was obviously going to disintegrate the relationship between the two sides. They didn't think Casare would be loyal to the other party.

Any loyalty will have gaps. As long as there are cracks, it will be easy to pry him open.

When they arrived at the mental hospital, the outside was surrounded by guards.

The body of Casare's mother Camilla Sodi was in the ward, and there were cries from inside.

His younger brother Felix stood in a military uniform with red eyes. He is now an officer cadet. He has a great future after graduation. With a brother who is the deputy governor, it is difficult for him to have no future.

And his younger sister Felix knelt beside the bed and cried.

Seeing Victor coming in, his younger brother Felix wiped his eyes and saluted him, "General..."

Victor looked at Camilla Sodi on the bed. She had a hideous face and died in some pain. He closed his eyes and touched Felix's head, "Hey~"

"Where are all the people in the hospital?!" He turned his head and asked George Smiley.

"They have all been arrested and locked up on the third floor."

"Go and see!"

Victor patted Felix on the shoulder, "Don't worry, your mother is my mother. If Casare is not here, I will be your big brother. I will avenge our mother. Whoever did it, I will kill his whole family!"

Felix couldn't help but shed tears.

Following George Smiley to the third floor, that is the detention room, that is, the mentally ill patients are locked up here after the disease.

The Thirteen Taibao took over here and did not allow anyone to approach.

Victor stood by the window at the door, looking at the doctors and nurses with their heads down inside with a sinister look.

His eyes suddenly stayed on a nurse.

The person was wearing flesh-colored stockings, sitting on the ground with her legs hugged, shivering, and looked very pitiful.

But in Victor's eyes, it was like this.

"Hiyat Abdulkader!"

"Nickname: Princess Harry."

"Affiliation: Spear of God!"

...

Victor frowned, "Take the nurse to the next door."

George Smiley looked in the direction of his finger, nodded, and led people in, grabbing the nurse from left and right.

"What are you doing! Ah! Help! Help..."

She shouted in fear, looking around weakly and begging.

Everyone around lowered their heads, not daring to look, and some people were shaking with their hands, not knowing whether they were angry or furious.

The other party struggled hard, but the two bodyguards couldn't catch her?

Victor pushed open the door, rushed up and kicked the female nurse in the chest, kicking her out directly, hitting the wall, and the colleagues next to her moved to the side in fear.

This kick almost kicked the Xzi to pieces.

Victor grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall. Half of her face was injured. He didn't stop. He pressed her against the wall and rubbed her left and right. Her face was rotten in an instant. She screamed in pain.

"Fuck you, you bastard. You are playing dirty with me. Why are you pretending to be pure?"

"Can the people of the Spear of God also be afraid?"

The female nurse's pupils suddenly opened. He... How did he know? !

Before she could react, Victor grabbed her hair and pulled her out like a dead dog. "Today, I will let you know what fear is!"

"George Smiley! Find ten male dogs in heat!"

...