Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 424: Dasha eating pizza—idiot!

At this time, the dirty words were deafening!

Casare looked around, and the expressions of all the representatives were even more exciting than Hollywood. The British representative behind him almost shrunk his head into the buttocks in front.

In the past, you called me a bitch, and I wanted to argue with you, just to express my unruly.

But now, you see me like an ant seeing the sky!

Please think about it before you speak, I promise... I won’t say much nonsense.

The American Mason Leonard next to him sat down slowly. He tried his best to make himself look calm, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and tried to calm his face, but looking at the missile vehicle...

But the corners of his eyes were still trembling slightly, and his fingers were pinched hard.

His face flushed, as if his blood pressure had risen.

Now Victor really used the United States and Israel to command the heroes.

12,500 kilometers...

Mason Leonard was already thinking about whether to "jump" for Victor.

"Mexico and the United States have serious historical misunderstandings, including 2 million square kilometers of land."

Suddenly, a faint voice came into Mason Leonard's ears. He jumped up like a rabbit that was stimulated. He turned his head in fear and saw Victor looking at him with a half-smile.

Mason Leonard is in the same group as Donald. This group of people has a characteristic, they are all hawks, and they are typical of not taking hard things. If it were in the past, they would have been slapped in the face.

But hawks can actually be conservatives...

It depends on who the enemy is.

You see the SS-25 intercontinental missile array passing by below, which is like a sleeping pill. After one, many people will sleep together for a long time.

Mason Leonard was silent for a while, and finally spoke, "That is history. The times are always progressing. We should jointly follow the new order of peaceful development after World War II."

Puff...

Casare next to him laughed and waved his hand, "Sorry, I like to laugh. You know, chubby people have good personalities."

George Smiley was also suppressing his voice and lowering his head.

The American said he followed peace.

It's like the Soviets saying he doesn't drink, the Indians saying he's not lustful, and the Koreans saying he's as big as his dick. It's just like a big fool eating pizza - stupid!

Victor looked at the army formation on the main road with deep eyes and didn't speak. The American looked at him nervously, just like coaxing a "child with a bomb" and telling him, "Don't, from now on, you are an adult, let's talk it over."

"You're right, what is lost is lost after all, and it's meaningless to get it again, but we need benefits. If we have SS-25, it's meaningless for me to pretend to be a younger brother, right?" He spoke with a gentle smile.

Good...nuclear kindness.

This is a very open statement. Tell General Mason Leonard that I want to redistribute the cake.

Don't agree?

Then turn the table over!

The American representatives were unusually quiet. The Deputy Defense Minister felt as if his chest was pressed by a stone, and his breathing was a little short and uncomfortable.

"Let someone who can speak come. We will conduct a test launch at the end of November, but the location coordinates have not been confirmed yet. I hope that we will be satisfied."

Nicholas Maro Moro sat on the left side of Victor. He heard everything the two of them talked about clearly. He dared not move!

But his eyes were shining.

It turns out...

It turns out that the Americans are not invincible.

They are also afraid.

Victor's casual words were like telling a subordinate to work.

Nicholas Maro Moro glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

The Americans... sat very straight.

The appearance of SS-25 made everyone present shudder and became bored. Then there were two kinds of people, either they were bad or they were unwilling to accept it.

At 11 a.m., the military parade reached its final stage.

That is, the people's parade.

Oh, it was approved.

They walked through the main road holding the 170-year independence slogan, and some people held a bust of Victor!

These were all Goebbels' ideas.

What does it mean...

It is to establish his image and make him look like a "father of the nation". The anti-drug cause is the rebirth of Mexico.

What is the difference between his and starting a new era?

Personality, showmanship, and political achievements are the three axes of mature politicians.

Victor stood up, walked to the side of the viewing platform, and waved his hand to the people below, and the cheers of the 3,999 "people" below became louder.

It's a bit confusing...

These people have short hair, and those young and capable guys look very cute with their big front teeth.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a very clear sound, which was almost inaudible in the cheers. You can see that none of the representatives next to him heard it clearly. But the guard captain Joseph Joffre standing next to him changed his face and was about to rush over, but he saw the general standing next to the viewing platform gestured to them not to come over.

He looked at the passing square below with a smile on his face.

With the sound of the last salute, the Independence Day celebration ended. Victor and the American representatives were surrounded by a group of people and left, talking and laughing with each other.

"Go and ask what happened!" Joseph Joffre whispered to the bodyguard of the guard, who nodded, and together with the intelligence department, seven or eight big men jumped off the viewing platform and ran towards the source of the gunshot.

In a sewer on the main road, four or five police officers from the special police company beat and kicked a thin woman. Her combat boots were so thick that it felt like her uterus would be ejected with one kick.

They were already irritable when they were in the sewers. What do you think when they see their brother troops stealing the show while you are down below, breathing in the disgusting stench?

A beam of light shone through the sewer hatch above the head, and a police officer with the rank of lieutenant stood nearby. He raised his head and saw someone coming down.

"Presidential Guard." The leader took out his ID.

The police officer looked at it carefully, then nodded and pointed at the woman, "It was the person who made the gunshots just now. She used a homemade double-barreled firearm, but it exploded when she fired. When she wanted to continue At that time, he was held down by plainclothes.”

"She was less than 200 meters away from the viewing platform and was mixed in with the crowd. But these people have been censored. Why is there still such a thing? I want to understand."

The bodyguards of the Presidential Guard flashed their eyes when they heard this.

There must be a group of people here who are going to be unlucky.

It’s just weird…

Despite all the precautions, this kind of thing still happens.

But after thinking about it, Sadat in Egypt was killed by his own people.

A wise man will make a mistake every time he thinks about it!

When the time comes, there will definitely be no way to hold people accountable.

The guard bodyguard pushed away the policeman from the Special Police Company. When he looked down, he saw that the woman had turned into a man after being beaten. Her clothes were all torn, and most importantly...it seemed like the silicone had been kicked out?

There is already less air coming in and less air coming out.

With blood all over her face, she opened her eyes hard and wanted to reach out.

The bodyguard stepped on her face and looked at the intelligence officer next to him, "Are you taking her away? You won't die on the way, right?"

"No, we are professionals." The Intelligence Bureau was very cold. Someone took out a syringe from his arms and injected it into the assassin.

Carry adrenaline with you? !

Sure enough, they are all big perverts!

"I hope to know the clues soon. Sir, I don't have much patience." The guard bodyguard looked at the other party deeply and said.

At this time, Victor was entertaining representatives from various countries at a luncheon.

Some people came over very enthusiastically, bowed and said hello, and some even gave a thumbs up and praised Victor's anti-drug methods, saying that drug dealers should be eliminated physically.

These people…

Many people at the United Nations have criticized his methods.

All we can say is that the truth is within range.

The British representative was hiding nearby like a loser. He asked the accompanying CIA6 cadres, "Why does Mexico have intercontinental missiles? Why don't we know about it? Where is your intelligence?"

The other party was a little embarrassed.

"We haven't heard anything."

"Nonsense! Can such a big thing be transformed by itself?"

The CIA6 officer laughed sarcastically, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice, "Sir, do you think there is a possibility that they really appeared suddenly, or are they aliens?"

The British representative was tired of scolding just now. He took the red wine and was about to take a sip. When he heard these words, he spit it out and choked. There was also red wine in his nose. He didn't even bother to wipe it. He turned to look at the other person and cursed, but he still had to Suppress your voice.

"Feeling? Falk! I feel that you CIA 6 are all trash. This is not a feeling, this is true!!! Congress gave you so much money in one year, and you actually said that aliens, you should write science fiction novels , not an agent."

The CIA6 officials shrank their heads and did not dare to raise their heads after being scolded.

He has intuition...

I have to lose my job.

Hey~

The workers are just like cattle and horses, they are difficult to maintain!

The luncheon lasted until about three o'clock, and then slowly ended. Everyone was a mature politician and would not get drunk. It would be easy to lose status, but he drank a lot. Victor was sent home. At that time, Krista Schroeder was holding her child when she heard the noise.

Seeing that he was a little floating after drinking, she hurriedly helped him sit on the sofa, and then asked the servant to get hot water. Christa brought it over and wiped his face.

"Why are you drinking so much? Wine is not a good thing."

Joseph Joffre smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay. I'm happy today. You didn't see the faces of Americans. Tsk, tsk, tsk, cool!" Victor shouted, as if to spit out the depression in his chest. He stood up and opened his hands, "I am from Mexico. 170 Over the past few years, there has been internal chaos and repeated external defeats, resulting in low morale and the country's decline. This situation has been completely reversed starting from today!"

"From now on, offense and defense have changed!"

Joseph Joffre and others looked at him quietly, with admiration and madness in their eyes.

Krista Schroeder, the secretary-turned-mistress, also looked at him with love. Who doesn't want their man to be a hero?

Victor fell back, sat on the sofa and snored lightly.

He actually fell asleep like that.

Young people feel great.

Just when Xiafei and others were about to help him go upstairs, they heard short footsteps running in from outside. They were bodyguards. Xiafei saw him and then looked at the sleeping Victor, hesitant to move forward. .

Krista Schroeder waved her hand towards him and made a shushing gesture.

But who knew, Victor opened his eyes again as soon as he was excited, and turned his head as if he had a telepathic connection, "What? How long have I been asleep?"

When he said this, everyone around him became a little quiet.

In fact, it is not as easy as you think to be the boss. Look at those leaders, they age faster than anyone else, and they also have great pressure when they enjoy power.

Social pressure, public opinion pressure, etc.

Victor is at least 7 years older than his peers, and during the physical examination, the doctor said that his body needs exercise and he should stay up less late.

He sleeps about four or five hours a day, and when the situation is serious, he has not closed his eyes for 72 hours.

If you want to be honored in front of others, you have to suffer behind others.

Victor always thinks that he is not a talented politician, but he is trying to learn...

The glory of my brothers is in me!

"What happened again?" Victor asked the bodyguard standing at the door.

The latter glanced at his captain and nodded when he saw him nod. "The shooting that happened this afternoon was investigated. It was from a guerrilla group in Guatemala. They wanted to cause trouble and expand their influence."

"That's it?"

"That's it. They want to cause trouble to attract more anti-Mexican people to join and expand the organization. The most important thing is that the Latin American drug cartel announced that it welcomes all organizations and individuals to sign up. If an organization wants to join, it must do something in Mexico. They will set a topic, such as designating a bank to explode or causing trouble on an important holiday. As long as it succeeds, it can get investment from the Latin American drug cartel."

This trick is more poisonous.

Victor was taking the towel from Christa Schroeder and wiping his face. When he heard this, his hand paused. "Pablo, you have lived too long and your hands are long enough. Haven't you found his residence yet?"

Joseph Joffre bent over, "I'll go call George Smiley over."

Victor nodded.

He shook his head at the bodyguard, and someone was quick to make a phone call.

Victor looked at Christa, "I want to eat the noodles you made."

The mistress responded and ran to the kitchen to get busy.

About ten minutes later, George Smiley arrived, sweating.

"How much information do you know about the Latin American drug cartel? Hasn't Pablo been found yet?"

George complained in his heart, but he hurriedly answered, "The information will be summarized. Pablo is hiding a little deep, but someone said that he saw someone who looked like him in a small town under the Rocky Mountains, but there was no specific investigation. He hasn't appeared for a long time. We all suspect that he is dead."

"No, he won't die."

Victor shook his head, his face solemn, "He won't die, he's just getting more and more cunning, starting to not appear in front of any electronic products, and his command is getting more and more covert."

The main reason is that the decapitation operations are too frequent, which scared him.

Those hiding in the dark are the most dangerous.

A pseudo-government like Popovich can just sweep past it, but you see, Pablo is hiding in the Rocky Mountains, giving you a surprise out of the blue.

Head as big as a bull.

"Increase efforts and keep an eye on Pablo's relatives and friends, even if his dog is out in heat."

Victor looked up.

However, it seemed obvious that he had not slept enough and forgot that he could check people at any time.

He drank too much. . .

"I have a feeling that Pablo and the Cali Cartel in Colombia are more difficult to deal with than those in Mexico!"

"You have to eat one bite at a time, but if there are two tables of guests on the same table, then you have to overturn the table. I am the master, I eat, and they eat shit."

"Get rid of the Southern Drug Cartel first."

"Let the Secretariat prepare a draft, mainly saying that I hope the people in the Southern Camp surrender, and I can forgive the past!"

George Smiley and Joseph Joffre looked at each other.

Forgive the past?

That's like pulling a chicken hard.

I can't even say this myself.

The Southern Camp is drug dealers, not fools.

But...

What if I meet a few fools?

"Also, form an armored corps. Colonel Heijend von Strawitz, president of the Mexican Armored Academy, is transferred to the position of commander of the armored corps and promoted to lieutenant general. Kurt Konispel, commander of the tank regiment of the 1st Marine Division of the Northern Army, is promoted to deputy commander with the rank of major general, with 4 armored divisions and 2 infantry regiments under his command."

"Take key members from the school and the troops and form them quickly."

"Next year I will use them to flatten the South!"

These were all discussed before, but the orders were issued now.

Victor's troop organization...

has been further expanded!

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