Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 318 Victor: I think everyone is a traitor and a piece of shit!
"52 billion!!" points!
Victor suddenly felt a great sense of complacency.

I see the United States as a chicken and a dog, I see the British Empire as a withered skeleton in a tomb, I see the French chicken as a drunkard, I see the Soviet Union as a miserly old slave...

Go over them one by one, picking out one by one.

It's very inflated now.

In fact, the scope of "nuclear weapons" is really broad. There are large bombs like the US B53, and there are also little boys that were loved by Showa men during World War II. Although they are called that, they are not small. They are 3 meters long, 71 centimeters in diameter, weigh 4.4 tons, and have an explosive equivalent of about 1.5 tons!

The arms race during the Cold War also resulted in the invention of many bizarre nuclear weapons.

For example, the W54, known as the "self-destructing cannon" and the "suicide weapon", has a firing distance of four kilometers. When it explodes, all life within a radius of five kilometers is wiped out, and high-rise buildings within 5 meters are reduced to ruins. The range of nuclear radiation after the explosion can reach 600 kilometers.

For several weeks thereafter, soldiers were unable to conduct military operations in the area.

As expected of the “human elite”, even when Tom Cruise came, he couldn’t walk out of the battlefield alive.

As for the Tsar Bomb, Big Ivan...

TMD, is it used to fight aliens?

If you drop it, the plates will move a few centimeters. Don't underestimate these few centimeters, as they are a big step towards the destruction of the human race.

Tsunamis, earthquakes and all kinds of natural disasters are coming.

Victor is crazy, but he wouldn't do that.

"what?"

He suddenly saw a red "exclamation mark" in the upper right corner and subconsciously clicked it.

A line of words pops up.

"It is known that the six states of Mexico (California del Norte, California del Sur, Sonora, Sinaloa, Nariate, Chihuahua) have been occupied. The weapons research and self-production mode has been started, which can be exchanged for weapons and daily necessities production lines before 1990."

"Occupying 2000 states can be exchanged for 24 years ago, occupying 2010 states can be exchanged for years ago..."

Victor was a little stunned. Wasn't this given after occupying half of the country? How come it was given in advance?
Could it be that Golden Finger is also afraid that he will be killed by someone?

Victor also laughed and shook his head. After clicking it, he found that there was a search bar on it. He just clicked on what he needed.

He carefully typed in two words: nuclear weapons.

A lot of things popped up at once, including drawings, production lines and necessary materials.

The cheapest item is the finished product, the W54 and the matching M-388 launch tube mentioned above, these two items cost nearly 10 billion points!!!
"Fuck!" Victor cursed. This is too expensive. Although this thing itself is not cheap, how many drug dealers do I have to kill to make such a thing?
It doesn't have much practical value. Should the Northern Army be asked to charge into battle with a warhead weighing more than 20 kilograms?
A picture suddenly came to my mind.

The boy on board, the pig-rushing warrior? The one running under the setting sun is my lost youth.

As for the US military's B53, well... it's owned by millions of people!
Forget it, 52 billion points are far from enough.

Mexico's "size" is still too small, not enough for Victor to kill.

If we compare this to the whole world, there are probably more than 2 million people involved in drug use!
If they were all killed!
Even the guy with a mustache should call me brother, right?
But there is a high possibility that Victor will be beaten by the whole world.

Of course, I am talking about our current strength, we can’t say for sure about the future!

Victor frowned, but slowly relaxed his brows.

I am now the director of the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, and there will always be people who need me.

The world isn't full of idiots who think drugs can really be a pillar industry?
What we need to do now is to continue to increase our military strength!

Recruit another 10 people!

Other points are used to redeem production lines and improve the development of heavy and light industries.

Europe and the United States will definitely curb their own economies, and in the short term, the domestic economy will definitely not rise.

Those tens of millions of people will be dissatisfied if they have no money to earn.

Build military factories and find sophisticated clients in Africa or Europe. Doesn’t the CIA like to support others? It can do the same for itself, earning foreign exchange and increasing influence.

A lot of things can be achieved with one stone.

It would be best if you could find a teammate who also supports drug prohibition.

As soon as a name popped up in Victor's mind, he heard a knock on the door. He shook his head, called out "Come in", and took a sip of the coffee in front of him.

Then I saw Casare walk in.

"The press conference is over? How's the response?" Victor asked with a smile.

"Perhaps, my wanted list will be issued all over the world soon, and I may have a place in the International Court of Justice in The Hague," he said sarcastically.

"International Court? I, Victor, do not recognize its legitimacy. If we are pushed into a corner, they will declare them a terrorist organization tomorrow. They don't even have a division, but they dare to arrest us. What do they rely on? Relying on face?"

The winner of the face fruit?
Victor is a face-saver!
"Boss, do you think those guys in Europe and America will really buy drug dealers?"

"A country that claims to be a saint has its own national conditions. With your proposal, even those people who are full of praise are now in a dilemma. Coupled with the opposition at home, they are very likely to invest in the purchase. You will never imagine what magical things Europeans and Americans can do."

Victor wiped the table with a napkin and threw it into the trash can. "Open the border, don't set up obstacles, allow citizens to leave Mexico and enter the United States, especially those drug addicts, they must be sent out, and they must not be allowed to return. Let them benefit the Americans."

"The population will be lost a lot at once." Casare said worriedly.

"We have also relieved a lot of pressure. If there are hundreds of thousands more Mexicans in a city along the border, you will definitely...what will happen to local security?"

Mexicans are also bullies in America's prisons.

"There's going to be a lot of fun to watch." Victor couldn't help but smile.

"Should we bury some more weapons on the border rivers, in the wilderness, and in the woods?" Casare asked in a low voice.

"Why be so careful? Just go to the border and sell it openly. The Americans are talking about selling it within the borders of Mexico. It's their property. If they want to take it over, it's none of our business. As long as they leave their last peso in Mexico, that's fine."

"understand!"

"Also, I plan to assemble several large arsenals and ports. Go pick a few suitable places. Don't spread this matter to anyone else for now."

Casare's expression changed, and seeing the boss's slightly serious expression, he nodded seriously.

"Casare..."

"The struggle is ongoing, and we still have a lot of time." Victor sighed.

1990 12 Month 7 Day.

This was destined to be a day that would go down in Mexican history.

The Governor's Office skipped Mexico City and directly signed a "Measures for the Implementation of Free Entry and Exit of People in Northern Mexico."

People who want to leave Mexico are allowed to leave through 16 ports in the north, but they are regarded as automatically giving up their nationality and will not enjoy any benefits.

Once this proposal comes out, it will be a disaster.

Many people who are dissatisfied with Victor are all ready to "Run"!

When they left, they told their neighbors that they were patriotic but were just afraid of being persecuted by Victor.

Um... you were reported on the spot for making rumors and causing trouble, and you still want to run? Your whole family was thrown into prison.

You don’t sell drugs or take drugs, so what are you afraid of?
Only those who are not clean and have little confidence in their own bottom line will run away, while claiming to be patriotic.

Is Victor short of food from you, or is he starving you?

At the port of Mexicali, there were huge crowds of people, and some were driving cars and honking their horns constantly.

The National Guard stationed here stared at them with guns in hand and unfriendly expressions.

"I'm out! I'm finally out!!" A man wearing glasses was dragging a suitcase with a tired look on his face, but when he stepped onto American territory, he immediately knelt on the ground and kissed the ground.

Tears were streaming down his face, which really moved people around him.

Only he himself knows what efforts he made to escape!
He sold his daughter and wife to a bachelor, and even went out to eat puffs for a few days before he managed to scrape together enough money to live in the United States!

Heaven, here he comes!

There were many people like him around, crying bitterly.

There are many spiritual Americans in Mexico. To be honest, if there were no Mexico, the Blue Party's vote base would be reduced by half, because most of them came from here.

Tsk tsk tsk…

The dog breeding plan was successful.

A group of people were walking towards the border, but suddenly they saw a group of American soldiers. They waved happily and greeted them in broken English.

But who would have thought that the Americans would rush over with sticks in their hands and beat the "smugglers" hard.

He was immediately beaten until his head was bleeding.

He kept shouting, "Go back!"

"Don't hit me, I want to be an American, I want to be an American..." The glasses of the man with glasses were knocked off, and he fell to the ground with his head covered, shouting loudly, "You are violating my people..."

An American lieutenant nearby went up and kicked him in the mouth, and his teeth were straight and ready to be replaced.

"Charge! Charge into America!!"

I don't know who shouted this in the crowd, or maybe someone else, but the originally slow-moving crowd and convoy rushed into the United States like they had lost a siege.

Thousands of people...

They were so densely packed that they looked scary, with ferocious faces, as if they would kill anyone who blocked their way.

The American soldiers were all trembling with fear. Some of them could not help but raise their guns, but were held down by the officer in charge. “Do you want to die? If you shoot, no one can save you! Don’t you see the bus over there?”

Less than a hundred meters inside the U.S. territory, there were a number of buses parked with banners that read, “The U.S. Human Rights Council Welcomes Mexican Refugees!”

Some people wore volunteer vests and began to distribute hot water and supplies, while others rushed to the US troops and scolded them.

It's simply a bunch of monsters.

This is a characteristic of American political parties. Some people don’t like outsiders, and naturally there are also people who like them, and they want votes!
First of all, among the Blue Party’s core voter group, there is a section of the “white left” group with stronger sympathy, and they need these people to achieve their political ambitions.

No matter what you do, we welcome you as long as you come.

Is there a city where prostitutes, thieves, drug dealers, and murderers gather together?

Yes, it's called Miami.

There were 16 ports, with more than 30 "refugees" flowing in on just one day.

This makes the ruling party very unhappy!
"Victor, what on earth are you doing!!!" Donald Rumsfeld on the other end shouted angrily.

Victor took the microphone away. The voice on the other end was a little loud.

"What are you talking about? Sir, I don't understand you." "Why did you let those Mexicans enter the United States? This is illegal immigration!"

"Oh." Victor said lightly, watering the green plants by the window, and said, "Then you just shoot them."

When Donald Rumsfeld heard this, his breath got stuck in his chest.

"They yearn for a new life, and the United States can give them a new life."

"Treat them well, Mr. Donald. These are your vote banks. Well, I have a meeting to attend. Feel free to call me next time."

"Hey Hey hey!!"

Donald Rumsfeld shouted twice, but got a busy tone.

"Fuck!" he couldn't help but curse.

In all his years in politics, he had never seen such a difficult opponent, mainly because he had no moral bottom line and his moral principles were flexible.

Shameless person.

Standing by the window, he could see Blue Party supporters outside holding flags symbolizing freedom and refugees, asking the George H.W. Bush government to take them in.

Donald frowned. After he returned with the bodies of the dead American soldiers, Bush Sr. kept his promise and let him work in the Immigration Bureau.

Wang Defa!
I'm going to the Pentagon!

Drafted by XX!
Although he cursed a lot, he still took office.

Encountering such a problem right at the start is simply incompatible with Victor.

"Director, Director..."

A fat man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked in from outside the door, holding a document in his hand. "The United Nations Human Rights Council requires us to accept 6 Mexican drug dealers and find psychiatrists for them."

When Donald heard this, his head exploded and he snatched the document away.

"No, this won't work..."

"The Congress has agreed." The fat man opposite said helplessly, "and decided to settle them in Florida."

"What are you doing with these garbage?! You're just throwing them into the stove to make them hot and you're complaining that they're sick all over. What are you doing with them?" Donald said dissatisfiedly.

The deputy director wiped the sweat from his forehead and said carefully, as if he was serving a master, "The parliament has already agreed to this matter and allocated funds."

Donald: %￥#%#%￥!
The curse was so dirty.

"No, I'm going to go find old Bush. There's no good in this."

"Director, Director..."

Watching Donald run away, the deputy chief shook his head.

But in fact, the old defense minister was unhappy, and so were other European and American countries. When Casare said he would give them a day to think about it, or else all the drug dealers would be killed, they took a high ground and criticized.

After this criticism, the human rights department came directly to their door and morally blackmailed them, "hoping" they would pay money to "buy" people.

This has confused countries like Britain and France. We are just talking without any hesitation, but that doesn't mean we really want to do this.

However, the human rights department blocked the door of the office.

I could only accept it with a pinch of my nose.

20 drug-related personnel were directly divided among several countries, with the United States being the largest country, with 6 people being allocated.

In the end, no one is happy.

But when Victor heard the news, he was visibly stunned, "No, do they really want it?"

Casare nodded. "The down payment has been paid in, still through the United Nations account."

Victor scratched his head.

"Boss, did we really put these away?"

"Let it go! Since someone paid for it, we must keep our promise. If they like it, we'll give it to them and tell them to take it away quickly. We'll also have to thank them in the newspaper."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Casare nodded. "Boss, according to your instructions, I have found several suitable ports. One is San Felipe Port in Baja California, the other is Libotta Port in Sonora, and Tiburon Island. They are all located in the Gulf of California and can directly enter the Pacific Ocean."

Victor found several places he mentioned on the map behind him. They were all very good. "Let the military and construction department take a look. If they are suitable, we will build them into large mother ports."

Home port?

Casare was stunned. "Boss, do we still need an aircraft carrier to fight drug dealers?"

"Who knows." Victor smiled and squinted at the map. "The time left for us is very tight."

Casare nodded, not quite understanding.

...

On December 12, the Governor's Office ordered to stop the cleanup project against drug dealers and to gather the drug dealers and hand them over to the buyers.

On December 12, captured drug traffickers were transferred to the United States through the port, marking the beginning of the largest population transfer.

The border of Sonora state.

A convoy of hundreds of transport vehicles stopped at the port in a shocking manner, and the drug dealers with their hands tied were driven off.

"Hurry up! Jump down!" The Northern Army whipped hard.

Dozens of drug dealers with bruised faces and noses jumped out of the car in panic, fearing that they would be beaten. Some of the unlucky ones sprained their ankles as they jumped out, and cried in pain.

"What? Can't walk anymore?"

A female drug dealer was trembling all over. When she heard the voice of the Northern Army, she looked to the side in horror, "Pull me, pull me!"

The drug dealers are like zombies, numb and turning a deaf ear.

The Northern Army looked at her and smiled.

He pulled out a gun and shot the female drug dealer in the head.

His hair was flying, smoke was coming out of his temple, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, twitching.

Representatives from several parties who were meeting up front turned their heads when they heard the gunshots.

"Hey! What are you doing? What right do you have to kill them?" A capable woman in a suit shouted dissatisfiedly at the Mexican people.

"Okay, I'll refund you 2000 yuan." Colonel Heinrich Luitpold, head of the cleaning department, glanced at the soldier next to him, and the latter took out the money from the bag he was carrying and handed it over.

"We will refund the full amount of the goods that were not delivered. Don't worry, we are much better than the British in terms of integrity."

"As long as the price is agreed upon, we will compensate you if it is not delivered to you."

The woman was so angry that she was stunned, "You are so disrespectful, you... woooo!" She was about to curse out loud when someone covered her mouth and dragged her away.

Heinrich Luitpold smiled and said, "I like the love of this lady, it's very good. I think the Virgin Mary is definitely such a kind-hearted person. I hope to see it if I have the chance."

Do you want to see if she has a warm heart?

The British and American representatives looked at each other with expressions as if they had eaten dog shit.

"There are 4127 people in total. Oh, 4126 people. This is the first batch."

The Englishman took the list, glanced at it casually, and signed his name. Suddenly he raised his head and asked, "You are the ones who did the bloody murder in the International Court of Justice, right?"

Heinrich Luitpold glanced at him. "Didn't you see the reward? Six million. Someone will definitely pay for it."

The Englishman looked unhappy.

"Your behavior is a challenge to the existing order," said the US representative with a frown.

"Then do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, do it directly. If not, get out of here." Heinrich Luitpold waved his hand, "You are so nagging. You don't have any manliness at all."

Arrogant!

It's really arrogant!
Heinrich Luitpold glanced at them, turned around and walked away, took two steps, and stopped, "Oh, by the way, the Falkland Islands belong to Argentina!"

Defensive!
family!
The British got carried away.

"Calm down, calm down, Baron William." The American held him back and whispered in his ear, "Don't fall into his trap. If you rush forward, we will all be killed. Look at the Northern Army soldiers around you."

Yo, he's still a baron.

Heinrich Luitpold obviously heard what they said and turned around to take a deep look.

But it was this look that made both of them feel their hair stand on end, as if they were being looked at from inside out.

The British guy's anger value was instantly reduced to zero. He looked around and saw that the Northern Army were looking at him menacingly with unfriendly eyes and their fingers on the trigger.

After Heinrich Luitpold left, the British gentleman took a deep breath and began to adjust himself. "If you hadn't held me back, I would have gone up to him. I am a top-level martial artist in karate and judo."

It's just a matter of one bullet.

"I believe it. I believe it."

The American nodded. "Baron William, we should be more united in the fight against Mexico."

"for example?"

"We need to discuss this matter with our director. I will be responsible for passing on the message."

William looked at him in surprise, "Does your CIA have a new director?"

Can we still have a good chat?

Do you know that you can easily get beaten if you talk like that?
"Have it!"

Baron William nodded, and suddenly asked curiously, "Did Mr. Richard really die from the woman's inflammation? That's the rumor throughout Europe."

"This is ridiculous! This is simply absurd!"

"I think so too. I have slept with more than 1000 women, and I..." His voice suddenly paused and he looked at the other person.

The American pointed to his ear with a smile, "I have poor hearing, I didn't hear it."

"Come on, I want to talk about the Mexican problem."

"I just want to know where the Northern Army's weapons came from. Is there anyone in your country who is aiding the enemy?"

"Don't worry, we will definitely give you an answer to this matter!"

……

(End of this chapter)