Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 315 Victor—Reserve of The Hague Court!

The birds in the sky are crying mournfully.

Apatzingan in Michoacan is located on the lower Guadalajara River.

This is also the regular territory of the Michoacan family.

It is common to see drug dealers patrolling in pickup trucks.

They were also terrified. The Northern Army was in Sinaloa, and the muzzles of the guns were pointing at their heads. It was too late to surrender.

But for Pingming, life goes on.

A woman nearby was struggling to pull a cart filled with clothes that needed to be washed. Her expression was numb and her left leg was a little lame. She looked very inconvenient. She could only make a living by washing clothes for nearby drug dealers.

As for men…

Perhaps it has been hidden in any corner of Mexico along with the dandelions.

When she dragged the cart to the river, she glanced casually, and suddenly, her pupils widened, and horror and panic flashed in her eyes!
He fell to the ground and moved back in horror. He didn't feel any pain when his palms were pierced by gravel. His mind was blank. Finally, the scream in his throat suddenly rose and fell.

“Help…Help!!!”

She ran back to the village in panic, shouting loudly and heartbreakingly, "Corpses, so many corpses!!"

The civilians in the entire village were confused and looked at her blankly.

Finally, a few drug dealers from the Michoacan family stationed here stopped her. The woman seemed to have seen the backbone, "There are so many bodies by the river... by the river!!"

The drug dealers' expressions suddenly changed and they drove towards the river.

Standing by the dam, even those who were knowledgeable and ruthless felt their scalps tingling when they saw the scene before them.

The river, which is three or four meters wide, is "blocked by corpses"!
Hundreds and thousands of corpses were lying across the river, even cutting off the water flow. Have you ever seen the Giant View?
Can a corpse soaked in water be used as fertilizer?

Several drug dealers looked at each other, and one of them, who didn't look very smart, squatted down, picked up a stone, took a deep breath, and threw it towards the giant!

"Hey! Don't..."

The person next to him reached out his hand in fear, trying to grab him, but the other person was quick and threw him away!

Good guy…

Now I can only call him good guy.

boom! ! !
With a crisp sound, the giant exploded. That was not the end, as the other corpses nearby also exploded, and the whole air was suddenly filled with "fragrant fragrance."

"vomit!!"

Some drug dealers couldn't help but bend over and vomit, their faces looking ugly, and they ran back in panic.

"Quick! Go and inform the clan leader!"

The discovery of thousands of bodies in the Apatchingan River caused a sensation throughout Michoacan and even Mexico. When reporters hurriedly arrived with equipment, the drug dealers had already closed the area.

Osier Cardenas of the Michoacan family wore sunglasses and had a gloomy face. His aides and confidants beside him were also silent, listening quietly to the words of the "forensic doctor" opposite them.

"These people have tattoos all over their skin, many of them have the flag of the Sinaloa drug cartel tattooed on them, and their hands are all tied, which means that they have been captured before they died!"

"And they were driven into the river!"

When the forensic doctor said this, his body trembled slightly. There are thousands of people involved!
Osier Cardenas and his confidant looked at each other, and a name suddenly flashed in his mind, "Victor!!"

When they heard the boss call out this name, everyone looked over.

"It must be him! The Northern Army must have massacred the prisoners in Guadalajara!" Osir Cárdenas said gritting his teeth.

"what?!"

"Isn't Victor afraid of public opinion? This... this is simply..." The confidant hesitated for a few times, not knowing how to describe it.

They were all scared of this thug from the Michoacan family.

Osier Cardenas glanced at him, his face grim. "Do you think he'll care?"

"This beast!"

"God will never forgive him, he will definitely go to hell!"

Osier Cardenas listened to the curses from his aides and confidants, frowning and feeling a little at a loss.

"Boss, Boss!"

Just when the top leaders were at a loss, a younger brother ran over and said, "Northern Army, Northern Army..."

He is out of breath.

"What's wrong with the Northern Army!" Osier Cardenas's younger brother went over and grabbed the other party's collar and asked loudly.

“Northern Army is live streaming the massacre of drug dealers in Guadalajara!!!”

“139 channels across the country are broadcasting it!”

Osiel Cardenas's hands also trembled. The "leader of the revival" of the Michoacan family suddenly became timid. He had massacred civilians in Mexico City, fought with local gangs for interests in the United States, and assassinated the so-called duke in the European market!

but…

Those people's revenges were all "civilized" and covert, how could they be as open and aboveboard as Victor's?
or…

run away?

If you don’t run now, it will be too late!

……

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I will never sell drugs again. I still have children and parents. Please, I will never dare to do it again." A drug dealer who was tied up cried and shouted. He was so scared that he lost control of his bladder, but the Northern Army who was holding him on both sides did not hear him at all. They numbly threw him into the dug pit!
There were nearly a hundred people inside, and their legs were broken to prevent them from climbing up.

There were soldiers around shoveling dirt in with shovels.

I just want to bury them alive!
The two reporters were carrying cameras, and their legs were shaking a little.

"Captain, since they feel they are wrong, I think we should give him a chance. Isn't the meaning of the law to allow people to reform?" A blonde girl's face turned a little pale, but she still said while suppressing her fear.

"Wrong? No, they are just scared." Captain Reinhard Tristan Eugen smiled calmly, turned his eyes and looked at the other party calmly. When the female reporter met his eyes...

I just felt one word: "Dead silence!"

"There has never been a precedent in the Northern Army to use the law against drug dealers. Once this precedent is set, won't the judges be very busy? For the sake of environmental protection and to prevent gunpowder from polluting the air, I used the method of burying them alive. Perhaps hundreds of years later, this place will still be a fertile land."

The female reporter shuddered as she listened to the other party's words, and the other party's nickname rang in her mind: "Follower of Death".

In just 6 hours, he and his company killed no less than 2000 drug trafficker captives!
In one of the scenes, he made a hundred drug dealers lie on the ground, and then... ran them over with a bulldozer. It is said that the reporters who were present at the time vomited and will probably never eat pizza again in their lives.

And that shot also brought the ratings to 75.9%!

Ranked first among more than 100 TVs!

And as if by "tacit understanding", the Northern Army launched a so-called "killing competition" against drug dealers to see who has more tricks and who is more ruthless!

According to incomplete statistics, from tonight to 8:00 today, at least more than 20,000 drug dealers have been killed!!
The cruelty of the means and the barbarity of the behavior are simply horrifying.

Even other countries were shocked, with the Americans "instigating" their younger brothers to constantly criticize Victor.

The Guardian: A brutal and inhumane massacre without any bottom line! ABC: The tragedy in Mexico is outrageous. Victor's atrocities have lowered civilization. He is Neo-Nazism after World War II! He is a war maniac. He must be brought to justice and the Hague Court is required to sentence him to death!
Belgium…

Colombia…

Japan…

Anyway, everyone who could jump out jumped out and stood on the commanding heights to attack Victor.

Even South Korea clamored, "If Victor does not stop his atrocities, then we will send an expeditionary force to strike him!!"

Many human rights organizations also jumped out. They marched, shouted, and finally said a famous saying.

“The life of a drug dealer is also a life!”

A BBC reporter in the United States also pulled a black woman with her child on the streets of Spain. She opened her belly to the camera and saw dense pinholes all over it. "Drugs are not scary. People and drugs can coexist. This is our choice! This is the embodiment of freedom! Victor is stifling freedom and restricting human rights. He is a tyrant. Drugs can bring me happiness and relieve the pressure of my life. Isn't that good?"

“Demand that the UN designate him a war criminal!”

"Demand a trial!"

There is always someone behind the flame who keeps adding fuel to the fire. The "drug dealer's life is precious" attitude towards Victor is growing like a snowball, and some people even threaten Victor with suicide.

In this regard, on December 12st.

Casare "reported" his "battle results" in front of reporters from all over the world at a press conference.

"From November 11 to 23:11 on November 30, the 24rd Army Division of the Mexican Northern Army Group has completed the cleanup of Guadalajara, and a total of 112351 drug dealers have been humanely physically eliminated. The useful corpses will be used for medical research. The Governor's Office is satisfied with this and is very grateful for the work of the colleagues of the 12rd Marine Division. For this reason, the Governor has decided to carry out the "expanded elimination" operation in the cities liberated by the Mexican Northern Army from 1:15 on December 12 to 15:15 on December . The operation will last for two weeks to humanely eliminate the drug dealers!"

When the reporters below heard the news, there was an uproar!
Mom!
You have one location in Guadalajara and you want to expand?
The more we scold you, the more you will do this?
How could you be so rebellious?

"You are the murderers! You bastards!" A female reporter suddenly came out with a flag symbolizing the "Anti-Vygin Alliance" and protested loudly.

This flag is very interesting. There is a free eagle on it, and below it are plantations and farmers working. Next to it is their propaganda slogan: Freedom, Democracy, and Diligence!
It’s really… hard to put into words.

Casare watched the man being dragged away expressionlessly, and continued, "From now on, anyone from Spain, Britain, the United States, Japan, or South Korea entering Mexico will be tested for drugs. If the test result is positive, the death penalty will be imposed!"

It's so damn targeted.

"You murderer, the people of Mexico are crying..." At this moment, another protesting reporter stood up and shouted while holding a flag.

Casare smiled and looked at the two burly northern soldiers. "Please help take care of them. Take good care of them."

A second lieutenant was startled, nodded, and dragged the female reporter outside.

"Let me go, you murderers."

"Then why do you think we dare not kill you?" The second lieutenant suddenly spoke. He clearly felt the female reporter stiffen. He raised his head and looked at the other party's half-smile, and his whole body trembled.

"Chop her up and throw her down the drain."

"That's too cruel. Doesn't the drug dealer have a few dogs? Just bite her to death."

Listening to the conversation between the two people, the female reporter was so scared that she cried, "Don't, don't kill me, I... I didn't want to do it, someone gave me 1 US dollars to protest, don't, don't kill me!"

"So you just think this money is easy to make. Hehe, it's okay. I let you experience what it's like to be a Mexican drug dealer. Didn't you protest? Just go and see for yourself!"

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going!!"

At this time in the press conference, Casare was still "debating with the crowd".

"Regarding South Korea's provocation against the Northern Governor, we just want to say..."

He looked at the camera, stretched out his hand, and made a meaningful gesture of finger length, "You are short and have poor stamina. Don't come to Mexico, or you will be killed!"

"Ah! This is an insult, a blatant insult!! We protest!"

This action immediately irritated the sensitive hearts of the Korean reporters. Two big men jumped out, shouting, and rushed towards Casare on the stage with great blood.

Maybe, I want to perform a "dance" for him?
But after taking only two steps, he was pinned to the ground.

"We demand an apology! Your behavior is an insult to us!" Even after being pinned to the ground, Oppa kept shouting.

Casare smiled, stretched out his hand and gestured again.

With one punch from the Northern Army soldier, Oppa was instantly turned into a "third sister-in-law". He screamed miserably and was dragged out by his hair, cursing as he walked, "Xiba, I'm still a big watermelon!"

Ok…

Beating a reporter in front of him.

It's simply... lawless.

But even though the reporters present felt sad for the loss of the rabbit, no one dared to jump out.

Hitting one is the same as hitting, hitting two is the same as hitting.

Casare smiled and said, "Thank you for your support. The press conference ends here. We have prepared desserts for you. If you want, go and have a taste."

Only after a group of reporters came out of the press conference room did they dare to curse each other.

"Mexicans are simply unreasonable! Their oppression of the media is simply appalling. I have never seen such shameless people!"

"So what are you going to do? Challenge him one on one?"

"I...I will definitely condemn his behavior in the newspaper and let everyone spit on him!"

It turned out that the scholar’s ​​rebellion failed in three years.

At most, you'll just curse at him a few times. It would be awesome if a "strong man descends from the sky" could kill Victor.

When Casare returned to the office, he saw Victor calmly drinking tea. When he saw Victor coming back, he looked up and asked with a smile, "Is everything going well?"

"Journalists are very courageous."

"Some will always scream a few times, just break the bones."

Casare nodded, hesitated and asked, "Boss, are we really going to implement the cleanup plan? At least the drug dealers and addicts have... have..."

many people!

There are more than 100 million people in Mexico, and at least one-third of them are connected to drug traffickers.

"Then it depends on their luck. We have said it so openly, many people will definitely run away. Where do you think they will run to? South or to the United States?"

"No matter where they go, it will be beneficial to our North. If they go to the United States, will these people boost domestic demand? No, they will only cause public security problems. They are not able to pay taxes..."

"If the saints in Europe need them, they can accept them. Then they will know what kind of people drug dealers and addicts are."

Why doesn't Texas keep idlers?
Because those who come here are descendants of criminals, drug dealers, and gold diggers, and basically have violent genes in their bones.

"The United States and Europe want all the garbage. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, they will suffer the consequences."

Casare thought about it carefully. What the boss said was right. He nodded and said with a silly smile, "Boss, you are right. I really didn't expect this."

Look and learn more. There are different levels of flattery. Someone like him can highlight Victor with just a casual sentence. He is simply... a god.

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and Captain Jason Bourne walked in with a serious expression, "General, Spain... has sued you to the International Court of Justice in The Hague, demanding that you be tried for war crimes!"

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(End of this chapter)