Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 316 At this moment, Victor burst into tears

The Hague, Netherlands!
International Court of Justice of the United Nations.

A British man waved his hands excitedly, "Victor is committing inhumane atrocities! His behavior is just like Germany during World War II. He will eliminate any voices of opposition!"

"Listen!"

"The desert and the rivers are filled with the cries of the slaughtered!"

"For such a person to steal a high position is simply a trampling on humanity! We strongly demand that a global wanted warrant be issued for him, and that he be arrested and put on trial!"

After the British man finished speaking, he pretended to hold his suit with his left hand and nodded slightly to the judge above.

The judge is...Spanish!
According to the UN Charter, judges are elected by the UN General Assembly. The International Court of Justice is composed of 15 judges with a term of nine years and may be re-elected. There is a registry and the working languages ​​are English and French.

“I protest!!”

Below, two men stood up and shouted in dissatisfaction.

The Englishman looked back, glanced them up and down, sneered, and chatted with his colleague next to him with a smile.

"Your groundless accusations are disrespectful to Mexico and Mr. Victor..."

The two Mexicans stood up to protest. They expressed their opinions, but it was obvious that the Spaniards above didn't want to hear them...

The judge knocked on the table and said, "Silence! Security personnel, please take those who are not involved in the trouble out. Thank you."

The security guard who had been standing at the door with a fierce look in his eyes came over immediately, pressed their heads, and dragged them out in a humiliating manner.

Those who can sit here are at least Mexican diplomats. Being dragged out in public like this is obviously an attempt to exclude them.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

"The strong never pay a price!" The Englishman said with a smile to his companion next to him.

Bring the British and the strong?
MD, if the French had not been stabbed by Argentina and the "arms" they paid for were not blocked, even taking the British navy, NMD, out fishing would have been a burden.

This also raises a question...

The old European empires are all bastards, they don't keep their words, have no sense of contract, and are exactly the same bastards born from the same ass!
"Victor is declared guilty! He is required to surrender in The Hague!" The Spanish judge gaveled the final decision!

The Spaniards, British, and some "representatives of public opinion" below all stood up and cheered. Americans? They couldn't stand up at this time. Although they were quietly fanning the flames from behind, they had just been beaten. If they jumped out, they would definitely be scolded by Victor.

Do you know why Europeans are still so brazen in provoking Victor after the American "Black Hawk Down"?
These bastards have very strange thoughts. On the one hand, they rely on the help of the Americans to stabilize their position in NATO, but on the other hand, they don't want the Americans to completely interfere in domestic affairs. After World War II, they wanted to get rid of their influence.

At this moment…

What the boss couldn't do, we did!
Wouldn’t that mean we are awesome?

After Churchill's death, the British became increasingly confused about their own status.

It takes hundreds of years for such a fat man to appear...

The world was shocked when the International Court of Justice in The Hague announced the arrest warrant for the Mexican Governor!

The media rejoiced.

Drug dealer frenzy.

There is even a game called "Beat Victor" on the streets of Spain. With only 30 bets, you can get a half-human-high Victor doll, and you can do whatever you want to it.

Yes, any!
Including peeing in his face.

For a moment, the people were also ecstatic.

For many people, the war on drugs has nothing to do with them. They just think it feels great to "bully" a big shot in this way!
Faced with the collusion between Spain and Britain, the Governor's Office in the North reacted quickly, arresting 4219 citizens of the two countries working in the north and asking them if they wanted to be redeemed, offering US$30000 per person. If not, they would be thrown into the mines.

Casare, who likes to argue with people, is online again. He is not tall, less than 170 cm, and short and fat. When he goes out on a blind date, people think he has no future.

But now reporters love and hate him. They like his explosive news, but they also hate his lawlessness...

He really knows how to hit people!

"Cough cough cough..." Standing on the podium, Casare covered his mouth and coughed, and the reporters below immediately sat up straight.

"I am glad that you all came to attend the press conference. The Governor's Office has the following announcement..."

"We will launch a global wanted warrant for Juan Ramón Jiménez, a judge of the International Court of Justice in The Hague, with a reward of 600 million US dollars!"

Damn it! ! !

A separatist vassal directly warned the United Nations tribunal and issued a wanted order. It was simply... extremely bold.

But then I thought again, the International Court of Justice in The Hague?

Which onion is it?

Damn, how many divisions are there?
Do you think he can get a cheerleading team of 20 people?
You have no caliber, what are you talking about?

But for the Governor-General of Mexico, this is just a direct confrontation. No matter what kind of garbage you are, the old saying still applies!

If you hit me, we will hit America!
If I can't win, I will just sneak past them, break up the whole into small units, turn hundreds of thousands of soldiers into dozens or even hundreds of scattered armed forces, and then contact Texas internally...

Where is the orthodoxy in the Lone Star State?
In fucking Tijuana!

"Second, we sincerely invite the International Court of Justice, the British Cabinet, and the Spanish Cabinet to come to Mexico for urine tests. We have reason to suspect that they have taken too much drugs and have seriously harmed their brains!"

"If it's inconvenient for them, we can also provide door-to-door service."

Casare paused, "A bunch of bastards who were born of a bitch are standing on the so-called moral high ground to criticize us? Everyone knows that Britain was once the largest drug trafficker? They stuffed drugs into their queen's XXXX, then went around the world to harm people, and then stuffed silver into XXXX and came back. Fuck! Those bitches should go back and check if their husbands are fooling around, instead of criticizing our war on drugs here!"

"We swear that if Britain and Spain dare to send troops."

"We'll let them all die here."

"Please convey our warning to those idiots to clean up their butts and wait for their father to kick their asses viciously!"

Casare said, off duty!

Working hours…

three minutes.

Well, I cursed for 3 minutes.

"Their foreign policy is so rude!" A reporter couldn't help but sigh. The old reporter next to him glanced at him and asked, "New here?"

The other party was startled, nodded hurriedly, and held up his ID, "Cuba!"

"You'll get used to it later. Victor and his subordinates are just a bunch of bandits!"

"So...will they fail?"

The old reporter looked at him, looked at him deeply, and said, "Drugs have always been the cancer of mankind, but politicians need them to deal with the enemy. They never care what the lower class thinks, and Mexico happens to be full of lower class people."

"You mean... Mexicans will support him?"

“Charm of personality!”

And this is Line 3 in Tijuana.

People getting off work came down the escalator, they were in a daze, with tired looks on their faces. When a couple just got off, they saw a familiar face on the platform.

The man was holding a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw them, he turned around and said hello with a smile, "Great! This is the subway!"

huh~
The subway pulled into the station, and the glass clearly reflected the couple's dull eyes.

The door opened and Victor walked in. The passengers in the car who heard the footsteps raised their heads subconsciously. When they saw the familiar faces, they were all stunned and confused, but stood up subconsciously.

One of the men hurriedly made way for him.

"Thank you!" Victor thanked him.

A young man sitting next to him looked at him cautiously. When Victor turned his head, he nervously twisted his neck, his mouth trembling slightly, his whole body tense, and looked around, not knowing what to do.

"Come, have a cigarette." Victor took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Oh, no, oh, sir, I..." The young man took it with both hands nervously, sweating all over. He held a cigarette in his mouth and touched his pocket in panic.

slap~
A pair of hands holding a lighter was handed to him. He looked up in a daze and saw Victor nodding at him. He hurried over and took two deep puffs, but... he didn't spit it out.

The entire carriage was unusually quiet.

Some people looked over boldly. "Anyone still want a smoke?" Victor asked, holding up the camel.

An old man raised his hand tremblingly and was about to walk over with a cane. Victor walked over, handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

"Thanks."

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen government officials go out and take the subway? Haha, then I have to talk to my officials in the Governor's Office. They can't be separated from the masses."

The people around him smiled in a flattering manner.

"What's your name, sir?" Victor asked the old man.

"Wex, Governor."

"What do you do?"

"Uh... beggar, I am a beggar." The old man lowered his head, a little at a loss.

"Oh, that's really a good career." Victor met the gazes of the others. "I wanted to be a beggar when I was a child, because in this way, I could see the most common kindness among the Mexican people."

"I can feel it." The old beggar nodded.

"Our people are the best~" Victor said with a smile. The subway braked and he staggered a little, holding on to a chair. He turned his head to look at a woman next to him who was holding a baby.

"How old is the child?"

"Six months, sir, and looks very much like you."

"Ma'am, all the Mexican kids look like me."

This made everyone laugh again.

"What does the lady call you?"

"Sutton, my name is Worster Sutton."

"Nice to meet you!"

Victor shook the man's hand and looked at the others. A child jumped down and said, "My name is Marcus."

"Hello, Mr. Marcus." Victor bent down and touched his head. "You are such an adult."

"Aegris..." A young man stood up.

"Kulibaro..."

"Camelia..."

"Oh, my mother's name is also Camelia. She must have been as beautiful as you when she was young."

Victor raised his hands, "Alright, alright, everyone, please take a seat."

The man next to him gave up his seat to him, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Aglis."

The young man was stunned. He just said his name casually, but he didn't expect that the gentleman actually remembered it. A feeling of excitement emanated from within.

"I say, everyone here, how are you doing?"

"Of course, it's very nice..."

"Indeed, it's good. I've saved some money and I can get married."

"I want to ask you something. This has been bothering me for a long time." Victor put down his cigar. "Maybe you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Everyone! Mexican people, what do you think of our war on drugs? Are there still drug dealers bullying you? Are there still gangsters asking you for tips on the street?"

"No."

"No…"

Everyone, look at me and I'll look at you.

“Maybe we are tired now, but when someone wants to rob you of your current life, what will you do?”

"Kill 'em, sir!" the kid named Marcus shouted.

"But they are powerful, sir," Victor said, looking at him.

"Can being strong deprive us of our lives? I used to be bullied by a big guy at school every day. His father was a drug dealer. I wanted to fight back, but my brother told me that I couldn't because his father was a drug dealer and they would kill us. But I was very unhappy. Why could others bully us? Why did he beat me just because I wanted to study hard..."

"Did you end up hitting him?"

“Of course, I put a sack over his head and beat him with my grandmother’s clothesline,” Marcus said with a laugh.

"Very good! Men never need to beg in a humble manner. We can wait for death while standing!" Victor praised loudly.

"Our enemies will never retake Tijuana. This belongs to Victor, sir."

"Yes, we fight them in street battles, we can drag them to death!"

"Hahaha, you're right, we should fight in the streets, but what if I tell you that this will cost many lives?"

"No compromise!" the woman holding the child shouted.

"Never compromise!" the old beggar shouted loudly, holding up his crutch.

"never!"

Victor looked at the serious child Marcus and nodded slightly, "Our people have suffered too much..."

"Why are you crying, sir?"

The woman next to him handed him a tissue, and Victor took it and wiped his eyes. "Me, yes, you know? I cry often. I cry when my soldiers die, I cry when my people are wronged, and I cry when my country falls into the hands of drug dealers. They all call me a child who never grows up."

He laughed as he spoke.

The kid Marcus nodded.

"Where is this place?"

"Governor's Palace."

"I'm at my stop, ladies and gentlemen." Victor stood up, took two steps, and turned around to look at them.

"Hi! Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!" Marcus suddenly shouted, raising his hands.

"Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!!" Everyone in the car behind me shouted loudly.

When Victor got off the station, the station was full of people.

Standing in front of him were senior military officials such as Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and Ludendorff.

"Gentlemen!"

"Let those who try to stop us from waging the war on drugs see our determination to defend our dignity to the death!"

"Anyone who tries to stop us will be crushed!"

"If Tijuana falls, I will die in front of my people, wrapped in the Mexican flag, and my soul will continue to watch over this land!"

"Long live Mexico! Long live the fight against drugs!"

Victor's voice alone echoed throughout the station.

pat!

Kennedy and other soldiers stood straight.

"Hi! Victor!!"

"Long live!"

The people in the station were also shouting loudly!

this moment…

Victor burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)