Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 319: It doesn’t matter whether it’s suitable or not, what matters is loyalty!
"You know why I want to just let those people leave Mexico without any barriers at all?"

In the office, Victor sat on a chair with his arms crossed, looking at several confidants in front of him.

There is no need to introduce Casare and Kennedy separately. Horatio Herbert Kitchener has been officially appointed as the Chief of Staff of the Northern Army, in charge of the general staff and combat command.

Promoted to two-star major general.

The speed of this promotion is even faster than the explosion of an Indian rocket.

He also became the second general in the military besides Kennedy!

Oh, Ludendorff also got his wish and became deputy chief of staff with the rank of colonel.

Everyone was happy when the plan to recover the north was implemented.

Except for those sanctimonious bitches in Europe and America, everyone else is happy.

Hearing Victor's question, several people looked at each other.

They all wisely shut their mouths and looked at the boss eagerly.

"When a group of drug dealers get together, the first thing they think about is not how to get drug money in a down-to-earth way, but to commit crimes. You see, it won't be long before the American police will be busy to death."

"Secondly, there are always people who don't like drug dealers. The United States is a gun-carrying country. When the rednecks start fighting with the outsiders, it will turn into a riot!"

"As long as the Americans are in a state of panic, they will understand that we are right."

When Victor thought of the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but sigh twice, and picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down two gulps.

"The most important point is that I am now the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. If drugs get out of control in the United States, do I have an obligation to help fight the war on drugs?"

The expressions of Casare and others were like this:!!!∑q|Д|p!!!(屮)屮(@д@)/！ ！
Boss, you really feel that.

However, millions of drug dealers are mixed together...

It will definitely unleash tremendous power.

We must let poppies bloom all over America and piss off the rednecks.

"What we need to do now is to rebuild Juarez and Guadalajara, and further military control the area, eradicate the local cancer and financial groups, especially the assets of the three countries of Britain, the United States and Spain, and guarantee the basic rights of the local poor. I don't want anyone to starve to death or freeze to death in the winter, and let Ludendorff be in charge of Guadalajara and Joseph Joffre in Juarez!"

"First-line troops, rest where you are."

"understand!"

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, interrupting the three people's thoughts, and a secretary ran in with a nervous look on his face, "General, the National Palace of Mexico was attacked by missiles, 7 members of the Presidential Guard were killed, and Mr. Cuauhcmote was seriously injured!"

"What!!!" Casare jumped up and shouted anxiously, "Who did it?"

Kennedy next to him looked a little dazed, and Horatio Herbert Kitchener glanced at Victor nervously.

However, his expression was very calm, even expressionless, but it was this expression that made people feel relieved.

Those who have thunder in their chest but calm face can be worshiped as generals! !

"The missiles flew over from Oaxaca State. They were two M90 missiles. The local Oaxaca Resistance Army claimed responsibility for the incident and demanded the release of El Mencho, otherwise they would attack more targets." The secretary said hurriedly.

Drug dealers have evolved into a terrorist organization!

We have missiles.

It seems that the financial backer behind the scenes can't wait to kill Victor.

"Who do you think did it?"

Kennedy frowned, "The source of the M90 ​​missile..."

"It's impossible to find out. There are too many of these bombs in Africa and the Middle East. There are many of them piled up in the warehouses. It's extremely difficult to find them out. However, I think it's just the CIA or MI6 supporting them from behind." Horatio Herbert Kitchener said in a deep voice.

Victor crossed his legs and squinted at them. "I want revenge. No matter who did it, I'm very upset now. The whole of Mexico is looking for members of the intelligence departments of Britain, the United States and Spain. Each employee is wanted for $1. If the local person in charge is captured, it will be $20. Take off the head of that shitty resistance leader for me. Find his family and kill them all!"

"and…"

Victor said this in one breath, then pondered for a moment, "Start the Turbid Plan and guide the drug-related personnel from the three countries to start a riot. If he doesn't make me feel comfortable, I will drag them to death together!"

Do you think that only drug dealers have sneaked into these three countries?

Victor had already placed a lot of spies in there so that they could cause trouble when necessary.

Victor also wanted to sweep across the country, but he had too few soldiers. Mexico has an area of ​​196.44 square kilometers, and throwing in soldiers would not make much of a splash.

More haste less speed.

Moreover, soldiers also need to rest and recuperate properly. If a long-term high-intensity war continues, people will collapse.

The logistics support department has urgently transferred psychologists from the rear to the front line for intervention.

"Take Cuauhcmote to the best hospital in Tijuana."

"Then boss, who do you think is the most suitable person to represent Quaukmote now?" Casare asked in a low voice.

This question was very sensitive and everyone fell silent immediately.

Victor crossed his hands and tapped the back of his left hand with his right thumb. It didn't matter who the agent was. What mattered was whether he felt it was suitable.

The player behind the scenes may be this kind of person.

Victor suddenly looked at Casare and asked directly, "Do you want to get on?"

The general's loyal lackey was startled, shuddered, and his face flushed instantly. He asked nervously, "I... I don't think I'm qualified."

"You are the governor of the states of Norte and Sur and Sonora, and you are fully capable of the job!"

Casare was confused, perhaps because he was too excited. He scratched his head and said, "Boss, when did I become the governor of Sanzhou?"

“1990年12月22日上午10：07分！”维克托看了下手表，“也就是一分钟以前。”

"You just have to answer whether I want to or not."

"Yes!" Casare said directly.

Victor nodded and said, "Announce that Casare will temporarily replace Cuauhcmote as the Acting President of Mexico, effective immediately."

Casare was shaking with excitement.

This is amazing.

A year ago, he was just a small fry trembling with fear in the "Highland Prison", and he had to put on a smile when facing any detained drug dealer.

Even some drug dealers can be slapped twice when they are unhappy!
But after following Victor, everything changed. In just one year, all the drug dealers who laughed at and ridiculed him turned into fertilizer!
I will reach the top step by step!
This fully illustrates the truth that finding a good backer is more important than any effort!

Kennedy looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener and it was impossible not to feel envious.

But everyone knows that in Victor's heart, Casare is the "white moonlight".

Oh, by the way, Casare’s bounty: 3200 million US dollars!
Second only to Victor’s 5000 million US dollars!
To a certain extent, these two people can be regarded as "violent bandits" of the time.

This is after the National Palace in Mexico City was bombed.

Some ambitious people over there couldn't wait to start "calling friends".

Do you think no one objects to Kwauk Mote? There are many!

When he was seriously injured in the explosion and hospitalized, a group of "core members" of the Mexican Workers' Party immediately came to the home of Deputy Leader Martinez Nitefil Odeh.

This person's identity is not simple. During the Mexican-American War from 1846 to 1848, his great-grandfather was a leader of the rebel army and died in the fight against the United States.

This identity is quite prominent. When Quaukmote raised his arm and called for action, his companion Martinez Nitefil Ode was the first to join. His ID number was 002, and he was also the deputy leader of the Workers' Party!

"Please ask Mr. Martinez to take charge of the work and move into the National Palace!" a man wearing glasses said excitedly.

If you don’t know, you might think it’s him, his mother gave birth.

"Yes, the country cannot be without a president for a day. Please take charge of the situation, sir."

"I agree!"

The political bigwigs said this with their fists raised.

Martinez Netefel Ode had a very strange expression, and it was unclear whether he was laughing or crying. The hand on his thigh was pinching fiercely, as if to ensure that he would not laugh!
When he heard that Kwaukmote had been attacked and seriously injured, he knew that his spring had come.

Why did he join the Workers' Party?

Because this is a political speculator!
He has said privately more than once that there are good drug dealers among them, and they also pay taxes, and he believes that a conciliatory policy should be adopted.

The relationship with Kwaukmote is neither good nor bad. The other party dislikes him and thinks he is a liar.

But the makeshift team had just been set up, and someone was needed to lead the charge, and Martinez Nitfil Ode was the best general.

Hearing everyone's "persuasion", he exhaled and shook his head, "No, we should wait until Kwaukmot wakes up."

"Sir!" The man with glasses who spoke first suddenly stood up excitedly, then picked up the fruit knife on the table and put it against his neck in front of everyone's horrified gaze.

"Please let Martinez take charge of the situation. Mexico cannot be without a helmsman. We need your leadership and the people need you too. If you don't agree, I will use this knife to cut my own throat!"

The people next to him were silent.

Brother, you make us look stupid by doing this, do you know that?
Martinez Nitefil Ode looked at the other party's determined eyes and was delighted. He put down his crossed legs, pulled down his suit, and was about to speak.

Then I heard the voice of a female announcer coming from the TV in the living room.

"The Governor's Office of the North of Mexico solemnly announced that it would retaliate against the resistance forces in Oaxaca and proposed that California Governor Casale Gonzalez serve as acting president. The 34 million people in the North and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Army are willing to obey the orders of the National Palace..."

Quiet…

Very quiet!

Eerily quiet!
There was only the voice of the female announcer on TV.

"Sorry, my daughter is getting married and I have to go over there." Someone suddenly spoke, and then left in a hurry.

"Mr. Martinez, haha, his daughter is marrying my son, so I have to leave too." Another person also sneered shrewdly.

The man with glasses who was holding a knife and demanding Martinez take the top position took a deep breath and forced a smile. "This knife is a bit blunt. I'll get you a new one."

After saying that, I felt too embarrassed to stay here. Was I really going to commit suicide?

Nonsence!

What they said just now sounded so nice, but now they are running away so miserably!

One minute…

The whole living room is clean.

Martinez Nitefil Ode looked at the TV with a ferocious expression and bloodshot eyes. He stood up in rage and rushed over to kick the TV!

Cursing loudly.

Curse Victor to a horrible death!
Sitting on the ground...

Just a little bit, just a little bit, and he would be able to sit in that dream position.

Just give up?

Martinez Netefel Ode shook his head vigorously, he was unwilling to accept it!
Why can they all be the winners? Quaucomote can, Casare can, but he can't?
Isn't it just to be a dog?
Victor, is he worthy?!
After all, he is actually very proud. His great-grandfather was a warlord during the Mexican-American War and even served as a senior executive later. His family is also considered a political family in the country and has influence in many places. This is one of the reasons why Cuauhté agreed to let him serve as deputy leader.

Hereditary family!

He got up, ran upstairs and entered the study, locked the door, took out an album from the drawer, pulled out a photo, and there was a phone number on the back. He called it, and after two rings someone picked up, but the call was very nervous, "Hello!"

"I'm Martinez Nitefield Ode. Why are you so useless? Why is Kwaukmot still alive? Are you CIA members so unreliable?!"

Sure enough, this guy has defected to the Americans!

"Why don't you speak? Now that bastard Victor has left the position to Casare. What about me? You promised me!" Seeing that the other party was silent, Martinez kept talking, demanding that the CIA compensate him.

For example, kill Casare again!
"Hello! Hello! Hello!"

"So, it's you, the mouse." A faint laugh suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Martinez's body trembled violently, his pupils shrank, and the hair on his neck stood up. "You... who are you!"

"George Smiley, the Thirteenth Prince."

boom!
There was a muffled thunder in the sky outside the window, and Martinez's feet suddenly went weak.

"You can run now. Our people are coming to kill you. Oh, by the way, tell your wife and children to hide. Let's start the game of hide and seek." George Smiley smiled and hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone, Martinez's eyes were filled with despair.

run!
Run away!

He called his wife in a panic.

"Hey, honey~"

"Stop kissing, kiss your mother! Run! Listen to me, run to America, go to America quickly!" Martinez roared and cursed.

The wife on the other side was stunned, and after hearing the other party's panic, she quickly responded.

Martinez ran back to the bedroom, took out a bag from the closet, zipped it up, and found stacks of US dollars inside. After taking a look, he zipped it up again, carried it and walked away without any hesitation.

When I hurried down the road and opened the door, my pupils froze and I saw three men standing at the door. The man in front smiled and stretched out his hand, "Grab it~"

Martinez was kicked into the house with his mouth half open. The three men walked in and slammed the door shut, startling a bird standing on a tree outside. It circled for a while and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Half an hour later.

The door was reopened.

Three Thirteen Guardians came out, and although the last one closed the door, the air was still filled with the smell of blood.

Martinez's body was hung upside down on the wall, his eyes wide open, blood oozing from his forehead, his mouth open with a fork stuck in it, piercing through his cheek from left to right.

Written in blood on the wall next to it was: Traitor!
“The first one.”!
……

San Diego, California, USA.

The dark night was a little hazy, with neon lights flickering. Passersby looked at the homeless man curled up next to them with disgust, and some were so rude that they even spit on him.

"Dad, I'm hungry." A soft whisper came from the dark corner.

Pecos Acosta looked at his daughter in his arms. Her little face was full of gray and her eyes were confused.

"It's okay. You won't be hungry after a good night's sleep. We can get relief meals again tomorrow. When I find a job, we can live in a big house."

My daughter nodded obediently, lowered her head, and suddenly asked, "Why do we have to leave Mexico?"

Pecos Acosta was stunned. “It’s not free over there.”

"But I can go to school, I can go out and play with my friends, we can play on the seesaw and rocking horse, we are free." The daughter looked up at him, confused, "In America, we have no house, no friends, and I think they hate us too. Is this freedom, Dad?"

Pecos Acosta was silent.

He didn't know how to answer.

He was a teacher in his country. He had told his students many times about the freedom in America. He also longed to live here. He hated Victor's policies and wanted to be able to make his own decisions.

But I have been in the United States for a whole week.

The United States did not provide them with any shelter, and they only had two meals a day. They were even bullied by the locals, and no one wanted them when they went looking for jobs.
Gululu~
The hungry stomach started rumbling again.

As soon as Pecos Acosta came back to his senses, he lowered his head and looked at his daughter twirling the corner of her clothes. Suddenly, his heart ached. He looked up at the 7-Eleven opposite, gritted his teeth, stood up, and patted his daughter's face, "Stand here, I'll get you something to eat."

"Do we... still have money? Dad!"

"Yes!" Pex Acosta patted his pants, forced a smile, kissed his daughter, and ran across the street.

The little girl looked at it hopefully.

She felt that her father’s back was… so big.

About two minutes passed.

The door of the 7-Eleven was opened, and the little girl saw her father rushing out with a loaf of bread in his arms. He ran out with a ferocious look on his face, waving his hands vigorously, "Run! Run!"

Two waiters behind him rushed up, and a black man standing behind him with a pistol shot at him!
boom!
She saw her father's body collapse and fall to the ground, and the black man shot him twice more.

"Dad..." The little girl stared with fear and ran over. She saw blood on the ground!

"Dad! Dad! Dad!"

The little girl knelt on the ground, crying and pushing his body. The blood that seeped out dyed her skirt red. The bread was only 1 meter away from her.

"Ah! Dad, wake up, I'm not hungry anymore, I'm not hungry anymore, let's go back to Mexico, let's go home, okay? America is not good, it's really not good here, Dad, Dad!"

Under the bright lights and feasting, there was only the desperate cry of the little girl, and... a crowd of strangers standing nearby.

“Dad, Dad…”

Pecos Acosta, who longed for America, died in the United States.

He had forgotten one thing the whole time.

USA…

It's hell in itself!

(End of this chapter)