Working as a police officer in Mexico

Southern Drug Dealers Alliance!

There are very, very many people going south.

Especially Oaxaca, as a "forward position", has to accept hundreds of thousands of refugees, which is naturally under great pressure.

When some people are hungry, vicious cases may occur.

There were 110 violent clashes in the capital Oaxaca in three days, in which 67 people were killed...

This incident forced the drug-trafficking government to mobilize the military to control public order.

"Crack!"

Arturo De Sena, the southern government's drug trafficker and defense minister, nicknamed "Golden Grasshopper" by people, smashed the folder on the table, his whole face turned red and his neck was thick, "I have never, never, never seen such security! "

"Fuck! We didn't do this when we were selling drugs in the north. These new refugees are just a pile of rubbish and trash!"

To make him so angry.

Obviously, the quality of the refugees heading south is worrying.

"Deputy Defense Minister" Endrik Vinicius also expressed concern, "Boss, we have to take action. They have seriously damaged our business environment."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and frowned, "I have seven or eight phone calls here, and many factories have complained to me."

That’s right…

Business environment!

Although the southern government is full of drug dealers, they still have brains after all, and most of them went "abroad" to study next door.

For example, when Arturo De Sena was young, he went to Texas to join the Mexican gang "California 18th Street Gang". He smuggled drugs, home appliances, and went to jail. When he finally came back, he joined the Mexican army. , then became a senior executive, and finally assumed this position in the strange situation.

He has seen the world, and according to the popular saying nowadays, "stays".

Under his guidance, the southern government issued 17 "drug photos". Only those who took these photos were allowed to sell drugs!

These 17 are the "franchisees" of this "abnormal government", including the Gulf Group, the remaining Tijuana drug cartel, and the "Knights Templar" evolved from the Michoacan family, etc.

They are like princes from feudal era dynasties who are assigned to various places in the south. They are allowed to produce drugs, but they need to report the quantity every month and then collect "drug taxes"!

Of course, some people are not cooperating, but do you think the "Los Zetas" under Arturo Desena are doing nothing?

I was defeated by the Northern Army, but that doesn’t mean I can’t defeat you?

If the government has soldiers, it will have money, and if it has money, it will have soldiers.

These "17 princes and kings" have to agree even if they don't agree.

Then foreign capital was introduced to ensure their rights and interests. After being severely damaged in the north, many American factories came to the south, such as General Motors factories, Apple factories, etc.

Relying on the tourism resources of the Yucatan Islands…

January to July 1991…

The GDP of the southern government is as high as 198.9 billion US dollars! ! !

At this time, Victor only had more than 90 billion points...

More than double the difference.

This money was used by Arturo Desena, the regent, to expand the army, build connections, increase drug production, support the tourism industry, and also provided money to the CIA and the "Latin American drug cartel" behind Colombian Pablo Escobar. Dividends.

Do you think...

Confederacy like the Popovich government in the middle?

No backer?

One phone call and the Guatemalan Air Force rushes in to help within half an hour.

Arturo Desena is a very smart person, otherwise he would not be in this position.

The political power in the south is very deformed. The people at the bottom are suffering and their lives are even more miserable. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, the most they can do is give them some relief food, such as cakes that are about to go moldy and milk that has expired.

The most profitable ones are the drug dealers and foreign capitalists!

Since the last air raid by the Northern Army...

Arturo Desena asked the United States how much it would cost to buy a complete set of air defense radar systems and air defense weapons. Please tell me the price!

Absolutely no blinking.

The Confederacy is like a black tiger, roaring toward the north!

"Order the 36th Brigade to move into Oaxaca and take control of the streets!"

Arturo De Sena's expression turned gloomy as soon as he heard that his "fathers" were being threatened, "Divide those refugees into each state, then lock them up in slums, send troops and police to control the exits, starting today , poor people are not allowed to enter the main city and are not allowed to leave the slums!”

"Also, starting from October, health fees will be levied on refugees, each of whom will be charged $3 per quarter!"

Deputy Defense Minister Endrik Vinicius was heartbroken, but his chest still trembled when he heard these words...

The boss’s order is to let the other party fend for itself!

The medical and material supplies in the slums are definitely poor, and crime is rampant. I'm afraid a bunch of people will die by then.

"How do you evaluate refugees?"

"Those with an annual income of less than $10,000..."

Endric Vinicius took a deep breath and nodded, "Understood!"

Arturo Desena picked up the "Gorkha Royal Courtesan" cigar on the table, put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed it. It smelled very fragrant, held it in his mouth, and lit it.

This thing…

The price is hefty!

Basically one cigarette per suite.

But it’s okay, drug dealers have money, and if they can’t afford it, then no one can afford it.

"What did the United States say about our order?" Arturo De Sena threw away the lighter worth 30,000 US dollars, narrowed his eyes and asked, getting down to business.

"The Pentagon...has not been peaceful recently. The Secretary of Defense was killed in a bomb, and it's very chaotic now. But I heard that Boeing and Raytheon have both agreed."

The Southern Alliance spent $3.6 billion to purchase 12 F-16 fighter jets, more than 10 "Harpoon" anti-ship missiles and 24 "Sidewinder" air-to-air missiles!

Used to counter the increasingly serious provocations of the Northern Army.

"Richard Bruce Cheney's death was so retarded. The Secretary of Defense was bombed to death in a U.S. military hospital. This is simply the funniest joke I've ever heard. Damn it!"

Arturo Desena waved his hand with some dissatisfaction.

He gave the other party a bribe of 30 million US dollars!

Tsk tsk tsk…

All that money is now wasted.

"Have the Americans chosen someone to be the new Pentagon spokesman? Is there any news?"

Endric Vinicius rubbed his temples and lowered his voice, "It is said that someone wants Donald Rumsfeld to take over."

"That old man doesn't have a good relationship with us." Arturo Desena said with a frown.

"We asked someone to send gifts three times, but they were all beaten back. The old man was a bit soft-spoken. He is still the representative of the peace talks with the Northern Army. If he comes to power, it will not be easy for us to get some orders from the US military. Boss, I'm afraid he'll get in our way, why don't we just keep doing it..." Endrik Vinicius made a downward motion with his palm.

The expression is slightly ferocious.

If they don't agree with each other, they plan to kill others.

"Are you showing off your brain? Is that something we can mess with? If the CIA finds out, you and I will have to be buried with him." Arturo De Sena almost choked on the cigarette and looked stupid. Look at him.

"Boss, we can find someone else."

"Isn't that Hydra quite famous now? Let's find them to kill him!"

Hydra…

Arturo Desena's eyebrows twitched when he heard the name. Even he who had killed countless people was still afraid.

This is the terrorist organization that caused the fall of London!

It is said that the murders of several high-level officials in the United States were related to him...

And every time they kill a person, they will publish his crime online, so that he becomes famous among many radical groups.

When Hydra, the organization with the same name as the Marvel villain, caused a big fuss, authors such as Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko were invited to tea.

It was even in the newspapers at the time.

"Wait, wait a little longer... It's not necessary, don't touch the Americans." Arturo Desena muttered, but he still couldn't calm down.

The main reason is the fear of being liquidated.

Seeing what the boss said, Endric Vinicius had no choice but to agree.

After chatting some more about work, he was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head, "Boss, those three bastards from the Gulf Group and Elvis Salinas have gotten very close recently. "

Arturo Desena's eyes flashed and he smiled disdainfully.

"We have military power in our hands, what can they cause?"

"Only with strong soldiers and strong horses can you have the right to speak!"

"I think Elvis Salinas should be taught a lesson," Endrick said.

The puppet is also a bit restless.

What are you going to do?

Do you want to be in power?

Do you want to stand above us?

Do you think it’s great to have Americans as your backers?

Arturo Desena narrowed his eyes, "Then let him suffer a little and let him understand that in the Confederacy, the Yankees are partners, not... aloof!"

"clear."

After Endrick walked out, he called the "Los Zetas" soldiers at the door and rushed to the home of the puppet president Elvis Salinas.

Just hit the door like this!

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A black bodyguard yelled, but before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped to the ground by the captain. "Idiot, don't you read the badge on the car?"

When the black man raised his head, he made a "Z" sign!

My whole body felt so cold that I almost peeed out of fear.

"Where is Mr. President?" Endrik Vinicius got out of the car and looked at them and asked.

"It's... upstairs, sir." The captain said hurriedly.

The other party nodded, glanced at the black bodyguard, ran upstairs with the soldiers, and knocked on the door, "Mr. President, I'm coming in."

After saying that, he glanced at the soldier next to him, who came up and kicked the door open, and a woman's scream rang out from inside.

"What are you doing! Endrick! What are you going to do!" the shirtless puppet president Elvis screamed in horror.

"Sir, you have been ignoring state affairs recently and getting entangled with women every day. This is not good. I heard that sages must stay away from women. Let me help you solve this trouble."

Two soldiers rushed up and lifted the quilt, dragging a blonde girl down by her footsteps. There were so many peaks and so many mountains and rivers!

"Help me, Elvis, help me!" the girl cried uncontrollably.

"Let her go!!!"

Elvis picked up the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall and roared with red eyes, his whole body trembling and he was very excited.

Endrick looked at him, smiled, took out the gun and put the muzzle into the woman's mouth, then lowered the safety with his thumb...

"Don't...don't kill me, please..."

Bang! !

The girl's cry for mercy stopped suddenly, her head was blown open, her body lay limply on the ground, and blood spurted out instantly.

"Ah!!!! Endrick! You bastard!!!" Elvis roared, rushed over, put the shotgun to his head, his eyes were red, and the Los Zetas soldier next to him raised his gun and aimed it. he.

The black muzzle of the gun immediately calmed him down.

The scarlet color in his eyes immediately dissipated a lot.

Endrick laughed out loud when he saw Elvis's hands shaking, and patted his face with his hand, "Mr. President, my boss asked me to tell you, don't think that you have nothing, think of yourself as A pig sleeps when it’s full, and eats when it’s full, do you understand?”

After that, he left with a smile.

Elvis was the only one left in the room with a blushing face, looking at the body of his girlfriend on the ground. He knelt on the ground with a "pop", holding the body and crying.

Hearing cries from behind.

Endric's face was expressionless.

"Trash is trash, so you can only cry!"

When the news reached the ears of the "three young men" of the Gulf Group, all three of them remained silent.

Start to shrink your head.

…

Blah blah blah! !

It rained heavily in Mexico.

How to describe it?

Under the hazy city, the ground is covered with fragments of reflections.

The little girl huddled under the eaves in front of the TV station. She was wearing summer short-sleeves and was soaked all over. She was shivering, her eyes closed, and she shouted: "Mom..."

Suddenly a light flashed.

The frightened girl suddenly opened her eyes, with fear in her pupils. He saw the sound of footsteps in the rainy night. She was so scared that she held her head, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

A tall figure came slowly, took off his clothes and covered her...

The little girl raised her head. She didn't see the other person's face, but the Mexican national emblem on the hat seemed to be shining.

The man left and rushed into the TV station with a group of soldiers.

"Guderian, the commander of the Fifth Regiment of the Northern Army, officially took over the Mexico City Radio Station under the order of the Governor's Palace!"

…

"Liberation! Mexico City is liberated!"

Newsboys wearing newsboy hats ran wildly through the streets of various northern cities holding newspapers!

"Give me one, hey kid." A woman hurriedly raised her hand and said.

"Give me one too..."

"here…"

Many people gathered around.

I saw it written in the newspaper that the fifth army regiment entered Mexico City, the internal armed forces collapsed after hearing the news, and Colonel Guderian regained the capital!

"The 5th Regiment, my brother is a soldier in the 5th Regiment." A fat bald man shouted excitedly, laughing, "I want to tell my parents, we have a warrior in our family!"

He ran down the road shouting excitedly, "My brother is serving in the 5th Regiment!"

People passing by didn't think he was crazy, but looked at him with envy.

What is this called?

Proud and proud!

The entire northern society, especially after Victor's reform of the "military system", mainly emphasized one tone: come from the people, fight for the people!

The slogan is the war on drugs.

All for the Mexican people.

Improve welfare benefits, improve the sense of honor of family members, coupled with land reform, tsk tsk...

To be honest, Victor is now the God of the North.

Overthrow the old exploiting class and let new types of groups emerge.

Who is dissatisfied with him?

Some people have already started setting off fireworks to celebrate.

The Governor's Office also issued a letter requesting all units to take a three-day holiday to celebrate the liberation of the capital.

Destroying the Popovich drug trafficker government is a beautiful war!

For the 3rd Division and 2nd Division, which were rushing towards Mexico City, their hearts were filled with despair...

MD!

Guderian, where did he come from?

Do you blitz?

Why can you run so fast?

The long sky, how can it be so inferior to me!

It is said that Erich Falkenhayn, the commander of the Second Division who broke through the defense line and fought against tens of thousands of people, cursed many times when he heard the news.

Of course, this is hearsay.

Victor, who was based in Leon, was very happy after receiving the news of the recovery.

"Send a congratulatory message to the 5th Regiment, congratulate Guderian, award him the title of "Hero of Mexico", award him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves with Two Swords, and promote him to major general, and award the 5th Regiment "First Class Military Merit". "

Victor, this is too generous.

The secretary next to him was busy writing down his words.

These will all be written into the history of Mexico in the future.

Casare is also very excited. As long as the boss is happy, I will be happy.

"Boss, do we want to pursue the victory? Continue to expand the results?"

"What do you think?" Victor looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who had also flown in from Tijuana.

“We need to conquer the remaining states of Querétaro and San Luis Potosí in the center, and connect the center and the north together, and then I propose to end this year’s military operations.”

"We have been fighting for eight months and it's time to take a break. The soldiers also want to go home and have a look. Moreover, with so much land, we need to carry out land reform and reorganize enterprises."

Victor thinks he is right, development takes time.

"Then it's a blessing to praise Ukmote and Casare. They're both busy down there."

Fatty Ka patted his chest and said, "Boss, don't worry. Even if I lose two hundred pounds due to hunger, I will not let the people go hungry again. Let them know that when Victor comes, the sky will be clear. When Victor comes, the drug dealer runs away!"

This flattery made him feel comfortable, and Victor smiled and pointed at him.

Everyone around him looked envious.

"General, there is an Iraqi plane that wants to land in Tijuana. The person coming is the director of intelligence, Barzan Ibrahim Tikrit."

At this time, the accompanying counselor knocked on the door and said.

"This is Saddam's brother, what is he doing here? We don't have a good relationship with them." Casare said.

Victor frowned, but soon opened his eyes, "There are no eternal friends and enemies between countries and forces. Since a friend is coming, we must welcome him. Let Cuauhkmot go to greet him for me."

They are all smart people, and they immediately understood what the other party was doing.

It's nothing more than hoping to get some benefits or form an alliance.

After all...

The biggest anti-American leader now is Victor.

He is respected as "Pioneer" by the GCist guerrillas in Central America, and his name is very loud.

"Remember, don't agree to any of his requests."

Unless he supports drug control.

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