Working as a police officer in Mexico

When the ambulance arrived.

Abrego was really in a mess, and a group of people around him were howling, especially the second son Berman, who was in charge of intelligence work and recently formed a navy. He cried miserably.

Well...

No need for a stretcher now.

Just put it in a sack and take it away.

On the other hand, although the other sons who worked in the unit were crying, their eyes clearly revealed panic and anxiety, and their eyes wandered on the second son.

Although he was loved, but... the eldest son is now in charge of the army, and is the commander of a division under the alliance, with strong troops and horses.

The most important thing is that the two are not born from the same mother.

The Gulf Group plus the huge legacy of Southern Mexico, how can the two not be tempted?

There will definitely be a fight!

Smart people seem to have seen the direction of the future.

But now is not the time to talk about it...

Cry first!

The whole city of Cancun was in chaos.

Elvis Salinas, who was still sleeping in the "official residence" with a woman in his arms, was pushed awake by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw a lot of people standing in front of him. They looked at him with sinister eyes, which frightened him.

No way...

Are they going to kill me? !

Could it be that Abrego couldn't help but finally wanted to "seize power"?

The woman next to him screamed loudly.

But he was dragged out by several armed men.

"Sir, Prime Minister Abrego... was assassinated!" A bearded man said sadly.

This is the Minister of Commerce of Southern Mexico, who is also an elite backbone of the Gulf Group. After the founding of the country, he also got such a "human head and dog face" position.

There are also the Minister of Defense, the Minister of Finance, etc., who were once drug dealers.

Under the construction of this group of people, the economy of southern Mexico has at least regressed by ten years, with refugees everywhere, and the government has done nothing, because only in this way will these people who have no food to eat join the drug trafficking group.

The political structure of Southern Mexico is TMD deformed.

It's more like a company in a doomsday game, which invested in a big force, and the poor will never have a chance to get ahead.

The top leaders live a luxurious and absurd life.

If you insist on bringing it in.

Mexico at this time is North and South Korea.

One culture evolves into two patterns, of course... that is absolutely not allowed by Victor!

Elvis Salinas heard this, one eye was big and the other was small, a little confused, and then ecstatic.

The Grand Master is dead? ! !

No, the Prime Minister is dead? ! !

Does that mean that he can get the power in his own hands?

He sat up suddenly, swallowed his saliva, his eyes glowed, he was going to rule the country! ! !

Just as he was about to get up, he saw a dozen armed men with guns rushing in from the door, and a man in military uniform walked in.

"From now on, the whole city will be under martial law. Mr. President, stay here for your safety and don't go anywhere."

This man is the younger brother of the former Guadalajara drug cartel leader Rafael Caro Quintero, and the overseas distribution director of the Sinaloa Cartel - Tredo Quintero, now the Yucatan City Security Minister.

"The cabinet will find the murderer and bring him to justice!" Tredo Quintero glanced at him, as if he was conveying an order, and then left.

The other senior executives in the bedroom looked at each other, and then left like a tide.

You must be crazy to come to this puppet.

Specific matters must be decided by the "Four Major Drug Cartels"!

The Gulf Cartel, the Medellin Cartel in Colombia, the Golden Knights formed by the original small drug dealers in the south, and the Sinaloa Cartel. Although the latter was crippled and its nest was gone, its influence is still very large.

Besides, Abrego was dead, so someone had to fill the remaining big piece of power pie, and a group of people couldn't help but start to open their bloody mouths.

Elvis Salinas' face was livid, and he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard on the ground, "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Puppet, or a puppet...

If he wasn't someone supported by the CIA, he would have drunk a cup of poisoned wine by now.

The streets and alleys were full of armed drug dealers in military uniforms, manning the checkpoints, and no unrelated vehicles were allowed to drive on the road!

Three or four armed pickup trucks stopped at the door of the five-star Hilton Hotel in Cancun. Dozens of armed personnel came down from them, frightening the security guards at the door to throw away their weapons and kneel on the ground with their butts sticking out.

"Sir... Sir..." A male manager ran over, whispering and flattering, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The drug dealer with the rank of captain looked at him, "We need to search every room."

The manager had an ugly expression and smiled awkwardly, "This is not good, there are tourists here... If this gets out, it will be bad for our reputation."

The captain frowned, raised his hand, and bang!

The bullet hit his forehead.

The male manager fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"Ah!!!" The female receptionists behind him screamed loudly, holding their ears on the ground, and a drug dealer next to him started shooting with an AK!

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The flag of Southern Mexico hanging on the wall was swept with dozens of holes.

"Search!"

The captain waved his hand, and the gang of drug dealers rushed upstairs like wolves and tigers.

But most of them ran upstairs to the VIP rooms, because they knew that the rich people upstairs had oil and water.

This is called extra money!

When several drug dealers rushed into the suite that cost $3,420 a night, the people inside screamed and saw a man and a woman lying by the window doing something.

The woman had big breasts, and they were dazzled and drooling. The lower-level armed personnel were poor people themselves. When had they ever seen such a beautiful woman?

Their eyes were shining.

The man was fat and had big ears, and he should have some status. He frowned and said calmly, "You want money? I'll give it to you right now. Don't hurt us."

Then he went to get his wallet.

Two drug dealers couldn't help but go up and grab the woman. She screamed, and the man turned back suddenly, furious, "What are you doing!"

He went up and grabbed the other party. One drug dealer was angry and kicked him over with one foot. He pulled the bolt and shot at him!

He shot him to death!

He pressed the woman on the bed and raped her.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, several people walked out of the door with their pants lifted up and a proud look on their faces. The woman inside was glaring with bullet holes all over her body. These bastards even killed people!

Drug dealers are lawless!

When they left, they also set a fire in the Hilton.

The huge fire followed the wind and enveloped the surrounding buildings, and the whole street suddenly burned.

Layers of ash rolled towards the sky.

Many refugees were extremely hungry, and took advantage of this time to start robbing with their faces covered. You must know that Cancun is a tourist city, and more than millions of people come here to travel every year. It is conceivable that these tourists have become the targets of these criminals.

The whole city has become more and more chaotic under the "martial law" of drug dealers, with screams and roars everywhere. Call the police?

Hey, you call the police, they answer the phone.

Many people can only contact the embassy.

The phones of the embassies of the United States, Britain, Germany, Hungary, etc. were all blown up. They originally thought that this was just an isolated case, but when the number of calls increased, they finally found something wrong.

Hastily sent the news back to the country.

But by the time their bureaucrats reacted, the fighting in Cancun had not stopped, and flights and ferries had stopped running.

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, an American consultant, hurriedly contacted southern Mexico, but the person who answered the phone had a bitter face, "It can't be stopped..."

"No matter! We must reduce the losses of the Americans. You bastards, can you only sell drugs? Idiots!" He roared angrily.

Most of the people who travel to Yucatan are Americans from nearby, and there are also many people with status, such as CEOs of certain companies, or legislators of a certain state. If these people get into trouble, it would be really funny.

"I'll try my best."

"I don't need you to try your best! If you can't handle it, we will handle you! Don't forget, without us, you are nothing!" Jeffrey Olson angrily smashed the phone on the table.

He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it down, and smashed the cup heavily on the ground.

"Fuck!"

...

When the riots in Cancun reached Victor's ears, he was meeting with delegations from Brazil and Venezuela.

The "First World Anti-Drug Conference" will be held in Tijuana on May 8.

This group of people arrived two days in advance.

Brazil is very concerned about this. After all, the drug abuse in their country is no less than that in Mexico. At least more than 10 million people are addicted to drugs, accounting for 3% of the total population!

Moreover, domestic gangs are rampant. The "Red Command" is simply the top student in the underworld group. There are no good people in the slums. You have 11 special police officers going in and 22 people coming out...

It was split in half.

They want to learn from Victor's advanced experience.

The top and second in command of the police department and the deputy mayor of Sao Paulo City Hall were sent. The specifications were not low, but not high either. They barely passed.

Venezuela is the same...

At the welcome luncheon, he was very active among these people. Who said he was unkind?

He just didn't bother to flatter the Americans.

Who do you think you are? You are so close to me and you still point fingers at me.

"Mr. Victor, what if the government does nothing and there is serious internal corruption, collusion with drug dealers and gangs?!" Suddenly, a serious-looking man with a big beard came over, holding a wine glass, looking straight at him, and asked a question that went deep into the bone marrow.

When the members of the Brazilian delegation next to him saw him, they looked at each other, obviously a little embarrassed, and George Smiley whispered to Victor.

"Mr. da Silva?"

"It's me!" The other party nodded.

The Brazilian delegation was very funny this time. The current president Fernando Collor de Mello looked very clean on the surface, but Victor knew some shameful things this guy did.

For example, while his brother was on a business trip, he had an affair with his brother's wife.

He also pretended to be honest, but actually took bribes. The gang even called him "Mr. 10%" because he wanted a 10% kickback no matter what business.

These are all documents compiled by the intelligence department.

The computers of the Information Bureau store important intelligence from more than 30 countries around the world...

This time, responding to Victor's anti-drug conference is actually just following public opinion. Before attending the conference, the Fernando Collor de Mello government conducted a survey, and 74% of people supported anti-drug. Of course, he should participate if it is good for his election.

In addition to the government delegation, there is also a private delegation representing the Brazilian reactionary party. They came to participate in the meeting at their own expense and had already informed the Mexican side before coming.

The man in front of me is the head of the Labor Party: Luz Inasi Lu da Silva!

A leftist who only received primary school education and lacked a little finger because of work, is also the current worker leader.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Victor looked at the man in front of him who was nearly 20 years older than him and asked with a smile.

Da Silva looked at him, "What about lies?"

"You can find the police. Remember, find regular police. There are too many irregular ones in Brazil."

This is not funny at all!

But someone couldn't help laughing.

"What about the truth?" Da Silva looked expressionless and still looked at him.

"Implementing my policies will make everyone understand that you are the boss. Internal corruption is just like well-raised pigs in front of the army. Kill them and you can use the money to develop basic education and improve workers' treatment."

This made the people of the Brazilian government delegation standing on the side a little uneasy. How serious is the internal corruption in Brazil?

Let me put it this way...

It is well known that Brazil is rich in stars, but when these stars begin to show their talents, they will be signed by local supermarkets, hotels and even some car companies. If a European team takes a fancy to them, in addition to the fees for the team, they have to pay these companies a "training fee".

And this money will be divided by local officials in charge of tourism and sports. 80%, and then distributed to other departments. This small business can generate nearly tens of millions of US dollars in profits every year.

Because when signing, they don't spend a penny, and they don't have to pay wages. It's a completely cost-free business.

If you don't sign?

Then you won't have a ball to play.

From sports officials not registering you to gangs frequently attacking your home.

After all, even people like Ronaldo and Carlos who are extremely talented in football, if they don't have the good fortune to become famous, are likely to be in the slums of Brazil, masked, holding automatic rifles, and selling cocaine.

"But the Brazilian army..." Da Silva stopped abruptly after saying this, but he was obviously still very radical, "I think we are common partners in the fight against drugs."

"Of course, for the fight against drugs, we are comrade (comrade)!"

When Luz Inasi Lu da Silva heard this word, his eyes lit up. He was a leftist and felt very friendly. He held Victor's hand tightly with both hands, "If I am elected president, I will ask for your help. I hope you can come to Brazil to help fight drugs!"

The government delegation's face was black.

A leftist + an inventor of "Victorism", good guy, we just embezzled some money, you are going to grind us to ashes.

Won't you bombard us with cannons at that time? !

"I am very happy!"

The first meeting between the two was obviously fruitful.

The head of the Brazilian police wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, forget it, this is not his territory, but his expression must be unhappy. He will go back and tell the president that this da Silva "has bad intentions."

At this moment, the secretary ran over and whispered in Victor's ear.

"Is it that serious?"

"Very serious, the current minimum estimate of casualties is more than 2,000 people!"

Da Silva asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The secretary glanced at Victor, who motioned to him.

He reported the situation in Cancun.

"Oh my God, how could this happen!"

"Damn, these drug dealers..."

There were exclamations one after another.

"See, drug dealers are cruel at all times. Even if they are wearing priests' clothes, they are just bloodthirsty wild dogs!" Victor looked at them and said.

Da Silva was shocked and opened his mouth.

That's Yucatan Island!

The most beautiful place in North America.

"Notice to the whole country that the Northern Army opposes this behavior and demands that the riots stop within 36 hours, otherwise we will take retaliatory measures to ensure the safety of civilians and foreign people."

"Yes!"

The secretary standing behind him responded hurriedly.

"I will not allow drug dealers to massacre any civilians! They are the most precious wealth of our country, and I belong to the people." Victor said loudly to the "guests" in front of him.

Lus Inasi Lu da Silva looked at him with bright eyes and agreed with his words.

In Venezuela, Nicolas Maro Moro applauded and cheered loudly.

Thunderous applause suddenly rang out in the banquet hall.

As for why the navy was not sent over?

One is that the journey is too long. Several states near the Gulf of Mexico have not been taken. If you go from Upper and Lower California in the northwest, you have to go around a long distance. By the time you get there, people have been reincarnated.

There is another most important point.

If you drug dealers don't kill so many people, how can you arouse public anger?

How to let everyone know how good the Northern Army is?

Of course, many people on the world stage may close their eyes and pretend not to see it.

But for Mexico, Victor must of course publicize the cruelty, barbarity and arrogance of drug dealers.

Let them know that I, Victor, am the son of Mexico!

Well...

Victor is slowly moving towards becoming a qualified politician and actor.

People always have to learn to grow up, don't they?

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