Working as a police officer in Mexico

Squeak~

Two transport trucks rushed into the headquarters of Francisco Mining and Transport Company in the suburbs of Mexico City, and the railings were broken.

The security guards behind rushed out of the guardhouse with dark skin and body fragrance. They were Indians at first glance.

Holding rubber batons in their hands.

The car door was pushed open, and then more than 20 armed and balaclava-style hats ran down, cooperating very well. Two of them stood in horse stance, with their left hands pressing on the top of the rifle, and they fired... bang bang bang!

They fired at the Indians' heads, scaring them to scream, lying on the ground, sticking their butts up, or spare their lives.

These few steps made them feel that they were very worthy of their wages.

The remaining militants rushed upstairs, and they complained that the elevator was too slow, so they ran directly up the stairs. It took less than 30 seconds to go up 10 floors?

He kicked into the president's office, where a meeting was in progress, and dragged David Francisco, the 59-year-old CEO of Francisco Transport Mining Company, downstairs in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

"Don't hurt me, I'm willing to pay!" The other party was so frightened that he lost his voice. He thought they were some gangsters, mainly because these people were too gangsters.

In fact, he wanted to run away when he heard the gunshots below, but it was too late.

The other party came too fast.

David Francisco stared, and saw a cloth bag falling on his head, and then the whole person floated and was carried downstairs.

The leader was a tall and strong man. He looked at the frightened people in front of him with deep eyes, stretched out two fingers, kissed them on the mouth, and made a KISS.

"Bye!"

These people were obviously not ordinary people. They threw David Francisco into the transport vehicle and left.

The whole game lasted less than 2 minutes.

The vice president and others who reacted were busy screaming, "Call the police! Call the police quickly!!"

One call after another was made to the Mexico City Police Department.

Bang!

The newly appointed police chief, Guan Carlos, slammed the table with a gloomy face, "Provocation, this is a provocation to the judiciary!"

This fierce general, nicknamed "Newcomer", once escorted Cuaucmote to Mexico City to take office with his guards until the latter was attacked by missiles. At that time, he escaped because of something, but he always felt guilty.

After Victor entered Mexico.

He was more entangled in the position of the chief of the capital police, and it was Cuaucmote who recommended him. You know, Guan Carlos is only 24 years old this year.

From the presidential guard to the current position, he must have been promoted.

He also didn't want to disappoint his superiors and worked diligently, but who knew that such a thing would happen?

In just one morning, 11 listed companies received alarm calls, and 7 of them monopolized various industries, including railway transportation, mining, aviation, and even chicken imports. They were all worth a lot of money and had great social influence.

The most important thing is that if public opinion is raised, it will cast doubts on the security capabilities of the new government.

"I order!"

When Gancarlos was about to issue an order to find out the person behind the scenes at all costs, the secretary knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Director, there is a call from you."

"Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"A call from Mount Tepeya."

Gancarlos' pupils condensed, and he hurriedly took the phone and walked out.

There is a scenic spot on Mount Tepeya, no, it should be said that it is a villa complex. Since Victor was enthroned here, it has been completely restricted, and some government offices have been transferred here, including the President's Office and the Ministry of Defense.

But Victor is still working in the National Palace.

Lest they be hit by a cannon and all ascend to heaven.

Therefore, in a sense, the call from Tepeya Mountain also represents the same meaning as the call from Yuquan Mountain.

Everyone in the conference room was talking to each other in a low voice, and soon, Guancarlos came back with a calm expression, picked up the documents on the table and said, "Okay, let's adjourn the meeting and go about our business."

"Director, then...this kidnapping case?"

"Someone will take over, don't worry about it."

The people present were all old hands, and they immediately understood. They looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Guancarlos was still holding his hands behind his back when he left, and he looked in a good mood.

Just now, his old leader called and told him not to worry about it, and someone invited them to have tea.

The Kuzamala Reservoir, less than 30 kilometers away from Mexico City, bears tens of millions of water consumption in the entire capital area. Of course, the pressure is huge. In order to prevent poisoning incidents, it has long been listed as a military management area.

Two companies of the National Guard and an air defense battalion are here all year round.

It is relatively deserted and also relatively quiet.

But…

Today’s screams were particularly shrill.

11 men in shorts were thrown into a small room. Some of them wore glasses, some were bald and old, but they were all well-known figures outside.

At least they were the CEOs of some chaebols!

Water cannons rushed at them, and they were rolled into the corner. Two minutes later, seven or eight strong men with rubber sticks rushed in and beat them up.

Punches hit the flesh!

No, sticks hit the flesh.

There were shrill screams, and of course there were people who stood up to resist, but they were beaten even harder.

“Stop, stop! Please, stop!” The CEO of PRGD Marine Industry knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard, his face covered in blood, and he cried miserably.

Stop it, Smecta!

"Cough, cough, cough." A cough came from the door, and the strong men stopped, stood to one side, and stood with their hands solemnized.

The 11 chaebols who had been beaten into dogs raised their heads and saw a fat man walking in.

Casare walked in slowly with a smile on his face, "Everyone, what do you think of the food?"

"Ka... Kasare!"

"You...what are you going to do? What are you going to do Victor?" the bespectacled CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain shouted with eyes wide open.

Fatty Ka's face suddenly dropped, he walked over and stepped on his palm.

"ah!!!!!"

"You should address a general with an honorific. Sure enough, when you have money, you forget the rules and give me a fight."

The two people next to him pulled each other by the hair like wolves and tigers and pulled him to the corner to eat the "set meal". The screams resounded throughout the room.

"I have no other intention of inviting you here. Here is a document. Please sign your names." He took out a contract from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it over.

The CEO of PRGD Marine Industry took it with trembling hands, and everyone behind him leaned over. When they saw the first line, they were all stunned.

1. I voluntarily hand over all my properties to the Mexican government for management.

Damn it!

Robbery!

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Why are you doing this to us? We have already given you money. If you ask for money, we will give it to you. Why do you still need our factory? Doesn't this mean we are going to die?!"

The chaebols shouted loudly, and the CEO of PRGD Marine Industry even tore up the contract, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed hard.

Casare put his pockets in his pockets and looked condescendingly, "What have you done, do you need me to tell you? Francisco Transportation and Mining Company used channels to help drug traffickers and help them transport drugs, especially during the Popovich administration, there was a lot of Transporting drugs to the front line, you think we don’t know?”

"And Emile Houston Frozen Goods Factory..."

The person whose name he called shivered and lowered his head.

"Don't I know what is hidden in your cold storage? Are the 300 corpses from Colombia still in the cold storage at your headquarters? Where are they sent? Are they sold to the Americans?"

"Ha~"

Casare smiled and said, "I ask you to sign to show your dignity."

"Don't toast and not eat, you'll have to drink as a penalty!"

"Ah!! Ah!!!" Two screams suddenly came to an end, and everyone looked over in horror and saw the CEO of Ronimo supermarket chain lying on the ground, motionless.

"Sir, he's dead!"

The remaining 10 chaebols suddenly panicked.

"Find a place to bury it. Also, notify the military to arrest the top executives of the Ronimo supermarket chain and members of their family, and they will be sentenced to death for colluding with drug dealers."

"yes!"

Casare's words were like a heavy hammer hitting them. Some of them couldn't bear it anymore and started crying.

General Victor can obviously steal it, but he insists on you signing the contract.

This kind of respect for the law is comparable to that of Lao Deng, and everyone who sees it can't help but give a thumbs up and praise him.

"Come on, sign it."

Casare smiled, but his smile was as if he was seeking death.

10 men hugged each other and cried bitterly.

A platform at Kuzamala Reservoir.

More than a dozen bodyguards looked around vigilantly, while there were snipers and special forces lurking on the mountain.

Victor was wearing a beach hat and sat quietly with a fishing rod in his hand. Suddenly, the fishing rod trembled and he pulled hard, but it was obvious that the fish was a bit big and he couldn't pull it up for a while. The attendant subconsciously wanted to help.

He stretched out his hand to stop it, "I'll do it myself."

The fish started to slide after pulling it, and it lasted for a long time, about more than 20 minutes. There was sweat on Victor's body and forehead, and his breathing was a little short.

But fishing is a battle of wits and courage. When you are weak, the fish is also weak. When it was about to be yang, the fish lost strength and was pulled up by him. The entourage next to him came over with a net and pulled it up.

"The general is a blue catfish."

Three strong men pulled the fish up. Anyone who has ever fished knows that the fish flops very hard after landing and can easily run away.

"80 pounds!"

Everyone nearby applauded.

The blue catfish itself is a type of North American catfish that can reach up to 68 kilograms, and 80 kilograms is considered a giant.

Victor was also somewhat satisfied.

He took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it for himself, with a smile on his face. Fishing can indeed satisfy people's vanity to a certain extent.

"Wow, boss, did you catch this?"

Casare stood up and gave a thumbs up, not shying away from his praise, "You are the best fisherman I have ever seen."

"Hahaha, you put a high hat on me again."

"Really, if I lie, I'll get my ass fucked."

Victor pointed at him with a smile, handed him the cigarette, and then handed it to the attendant next to him, "Here, smoke."

The eldest brother smoked cigarettes for me with great style.

"How's it going? What do those plutocrats say?" Victor handed over a lighter. Casare hurriedly leaned his head over it, took a few puffs and waited for the cigarette to light up before saying, "Bones are very soft. If you hit it with a baton, everything will be broken." I agreed, but I accidentally killed the CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain, and I had him buried.”

"If you die, you will die. It's not a good thing anyway. Just agree."

"Then boss, should we let them go?"

Victor chuckled, looking at the endless reservoir in front of him, and suddenly thought of an idea, "Give them a swimming ring and let them swim over from the other side. It depends on who has better physical fitness. If they die, it can't be blamed on us."

Casare looked at the Kuzamala Reservoir, which is more than 5 kilometers long and wide, and swallowed his saliva. Do you think these people are special forces? Armed swimming?

He glanced at the boss, and the other party didn't intend to let them go alive.

Is the life of the chaebol not a life?

But it's really cool!

Casare still remembers that when he was young, there were robberies everywhere in the old Mexico. He grew up in Mexico City. A horizontal line separated the slums and the rich area. He lay on the railing and looked at the other side like a dog.

I hope those who wear new clothes can give me charity.

Finally, he remembered clearly that one day in 1970, on his 10th birthday, he was picking up trash on the side of the barrier net. He saw a dog hole and crawled through it because he found a cabbage on the ground.

But when he was about to pick it up and go back, he was discovered by several rich children. They rushed up to punch and kick him, scolded him loudly, and told him to go back to where the poor lived.

And their parents...

Also watched quietly beside him, as if all this was taken for granted.

Casare didn't dare to fight back, so he held his head and crawled back like a dog. He watched the cabbage in his arms being rotten by those people. He also resented why his parents were not rich.

At that time, the seeds of his psychological hatred of the rich began to be planted.

After following Victor to start the rebellion, he saw those rich people who were once high and mighty kneeling at his feet and wailing. That kind of spiritual high x still makes him feel comfortable now.

Chaebol...

It's a dog!

"Call Kennedy and Kuaukumot to our house tonight, and we'll eat this fish together."

Casare nodded, "Okay."

He paused, "Boss, Victoria's Secret wants to hold a fashion show in Mexico City. Heil will be there, and I want to support it."

Victor snorted, holding a cigarette in his hand, "Are you really planning to marry her?"

"Heil Alves is a good girl."

"Then I won't advise you, but you have to tell her that it's best to find a stable job. If that doesn't work, arrange a position for her in the government department. You are now the second in command in Mexico, with great power, and there are also many people watching you. What will they think if they know that your wife is a fashion show?"

Victor saw that Casare wanted to speak, so he stretched out his hand, "This is the bottom line."

You can't be like Yin Kaka in everything, find a wife who takes hormones, and then try to hold him back.

For politicians like Casare, wives are very important, and sometimes they will be the target of criticism from others.

"I understand. I'll tell him."

Victor patted him on the shoulder and waved his hand, signaling everyone to withdraw.

In the next few days, the Mexican government, which had obtained the "transfer agreement", directly took over 11 super-large companies in the central region.

Of course, some chaebols refused to give in.

What about tens of billions or hundreds of billions of US dollars? You just take it away?

But the first thing the Mexican State-owned Assets Office that took over was to promise not to fire any employees and to increase everyone's salary by 15% on the original basis!

Well...

Who is the boss?

What's the trouble?

So it can only be some incompetent rage of the chaebol family. If they have the temper, they can go to Victor.

But in fact, there is no need to pity them. Many of their assets have been laid out in the United States for a long time, and they will never lack food and clothing in this life.

"What's wrong with letting these rich people do something good for Mexico? It's life or death." Victor's voice came from the National Palace.

That afternoon, the eldest son of the CEO of PRGD Marine Industry, who was the most clamorous, was hacked to death on the street by a group of gangsters.

Blood and flesh!

Victor, who heard about this, simply picked up his teacup and said, "The public security is still not good enough. It's time to continue fighting."

No matter you are black or white, you are "good" in front of the warlord.

And on the desk, there is an official letter from Sri Lanka.

Inviting the "Mexican military" to come to Sri Lanka to discuss matters concerning the Tiger terrorist organization.

In the past, this island country in the South Indian Ocean ignored Victor's proposal to help suppress the bandits, but since the Independence Day parade...

The attitude has obviously changed.

It seems that everyone is very aware of the times. At least they all know that they must not offend a country with a "fist".

"Destroy the Tigers, and put forward a plan!"

"If they dare to cause trouble in Mexico, how can I keep them?"

"Let Erich Manstein take the Mexican Independent Fourth Battalion and kill them directly."

The last commander of the Fourth Battalion was Rommel, now the commander of the Fourth Marine Army, with the rank of general. His promotion speed can't be described as taking off, and the Fourth Battalion was directly pulled to an independent battalion directly under the military.

There are about 800 people, equipped with the latest individual weapons.

It also includes the M109 series 155mm self-propelled howitzer, TPz-1 armored vehicle, M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle and "Spinster" 1 airborne armored vehicle.

These weapons and equipment are enough to run rampant in certain areas.

In order to fight the Tigers, Victor directly pulled out the trump card.

"I have only one request!"

"I don't want to see any survivors!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"

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