Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 320: Show some strength to the Americans!

Pecos Acosta's death was just a simple robbery!
Then he was shot dead by the store clerk, that's all!

At most it was just a casual mention in the news.

At this time, the United States was not crazy enough to "commemorate" a refugee who had violated the law.

Everyone originally thought that the matter had passed, but three days later, on December 3, a newspaper article suddenly appeared in the most popular newspaper in San Diego.

"Mexican refugee died mysteriously, his daughter was controlled by a local criminal gang!"

The three words "Mexico" are like "TXL" in the nearest border city, and they immediately became a hot search.

Naturally, the article attracted a lot of attention. It downplayed the "theft" of Pecos Acosta and instead emphasized that a hungry father was looking for something to eat for his devastated daughter.

then…

He was shot dead!

Hey, isn’t it different if you write it this way?

The whole article portrays Pecos Acosta as a "gentleman", and later it says "according to rumors" that his daughter was controlled by a local gang and the police department completely ignored it and allowed her to be kidnapped.

It is said that a Mexican found her at the entrance of an alley and gave her a dollar out of kindness. As a result... she was beaten up by a group of people in broad daylight.

He kept shouting "Dad!"

In fact, any discerning person can see that there is something fishy about these documents.

But after all, this is not for the local people in San Diego, but for the Mexicans who have also encountered discrimination locally.

If you put yourself in their shoes, you will find that the locals look down on "outsiders".

Then, on the 28th, an article titled "San Diego Mayor Public Speech, Hopes to Deport Mexicans" was published.

And then they put a blurry photo that looked like an ultrasound on it and made up a few random sentences. Wow, the Mexican refugee group is really furious!

On the third day after the "bullet" flew, that is, in the early morning of the 30th, more than 20 Mexicans formed a team to protest in front of the convenience store!
However, during the process, there was a conflict with the police, seven people were arrested, and one person was sent to the hospital.

This further angered Mexican Americans, and that afternoon more than a hundred people marched with signs and confronted the police.

A young man in his 20s suddenly jumped up, pulled out a pistol from his arms, and fired three shots at the San Diego police chief!

and chanted, "Mexican Lives Matter!!!"

Other Mexicans: I’m shocked!

We are just protesting, not resorting to violence. The San Diego police reacted and started fighting back like angry bulls!
Pull out your guns and shoot each other!

The Mexicans in the center of the firefight were completely unable to react and were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

By the time the police support arrived and suppressed them all, the death toll reached 37!
The entire incident was broadcast by local television stations.

This has completely caused dissatisfaction and panic among the Mexicans.

You know, in the United States, the combat effectiveness of Mexican gangs and drug dealers is very high. Among the thousands of homicides that occur in prisons every year, 35% are done by the Bloods Gang, 38.5% are done by the Crips Gang, and the rest are all done by Mexican gangs.

This group of people are unruly and do all kinds of evil. They are simply lawless.

In northern Mexico, that's Victor's world, you can call me, a little punk.

But in the United States, if you get out there and get into trouble, what do you call yourself? A drug lord!
These people have little education and are very loyal. They only know how to bully their compatriots through the Americans!

August 1991st, 1!
Early morning!

New year and a new look.

About 2:31.

Just when the clerk at the 711- convenience store was dozing off, three Mexican gangsters armed with Scorpion submachine guns stood at the door and started firing inside!
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

The glass was smashed into pieces, and the waitress inside was so scared that she covered her ears and screamed. Another male waiter lay directly behind the counter, took out a pistol from the cash register and fought back!
How can a .38 caliber thing like yours compare with a submachine gun?

Instead, this resistance aroused the anger of the gangsters, who rushed in and shot the screaming waitress in the head with a volley of bullets. The other two dragged out the male waiter who had run out of bullets and was about to surrender.

In front of the camera, he used a knife to cut his neck very cleanly!

When they heard the sound of the police car, they burned down the convenience store and drove away.

This video was leaked, and the inhumane behavior of the Mexican gangs also aroused dissatisfaction among local people.

If you are dissatisfied, then start doing it!
The dispute started with the gangs...

The local police department is somewhat biased towards American gangs, which makes more Mexicans dissatisfied.

At 1:14 on the afternoon of the st.

Mexican refugees, drug dealers, speculators and other people with complex identities gathered together, took to the streets and raised slogans of resistance!
Demand 711 convenience store to compensate the deceased!
The number of people gradually increased.

1000 people…

2000 people…

When we finally reached the central street, the population exceeded 7!
The northern spies hiding inside wore masks and held Molotov cocktails and threw them into the shops along the border!
The dispute has begun!

The San Diego riots begin.

The Mexican intelligence department, which controlled everything behind the scenes, got the news at the first time. The director of the Foreign Military Intelligence Bureau, Agustín Przewulchil, hurried to Victor's office with the intelligence.

The employees on the street greeted him when they saw him, but he didn't have time to respond because he walked very quickly.

"What's going on? Why is Mr. Augustine so anxious?" a thin-faced employee muttered.

"I don't know either, but my intuition tells me that it must be the United States that exploded." The colleague standing next to me said with certainty.

"how do you know?"

"intuition!"

The former looked at him in surprise. Although I didn’t understand, he seemed very awesome.

Augustin Przewczyk stood at the door of his office, adjusted himself, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

He pushed the door open and said very quickly, "General, there is a massive riot in San Diego!"

When Victor heard the news, he frowned and reached out his hand to him. Augustin Przewczyn quickly handed over the information.

“It feels so good!”

After reading it, Victor couldn't help laughing and leaned back, "This is indeed a beautiful landscape."

"Should we get some more involved?" He sniffed cautiously.

"Of course!"

Victor said confidently, "The Americans tried every means to drive me out. I am a petty person and I bear grudges very well."

"We should transport some weapons and ammunition to fight against a hegemonic country like the United States. We should be more ruthless than him and find a way to tell our people to encourage those drug dealers and refugees to attack their important posts. It would be best if we could... paralyze the local financial and public security systems!"

"Also, in addition to San Diego, we must also stir up trouble in other places, and let the human wave tactics become a vast ocean. If George H.W. Bush has the guts, he will drop bombs in the country!"

Victor's laughter in the office shook the roof tiles.

The cunning Augustin Przewczyr immediately had a better idea when he heard his words. "General, I think we shouldn't let Mexicans fight alone. The United States is a hodgepodge. We should involve other minority tribes." "Especially black people. They have no brains at all. They prefer direct violence and never consider the consequences."

Victor looked at him and leaned forward subconsciously. The two of them looked like a pair of "villains" in cahoots with each other.

"Martin Luther King had a son..."

understood!

Victor immediately understood what it meant. Dr. Martin Luther King was killed by racists, but the CIA was actually involved. Hoover even had someone send a letter using insulting language to force Martin Luther King to commit suicide.

Although this incident happened more than 20 years ago, it still has a great influence in the black community and caused riots across the United States after his death.

What would happen if at this time, his son, the new black leader, was killed by "racists" again?
"Can it be led to the CIA?"

"Then we have to activate our chess piece, but once it is activated, we have to recall him," said Augustin Przewczynski.

Victor picked up the cigarette on the table and handed it to the other party. Augustine was startled and quickly took it with both hands.

If you don't smoke the cigarette your boss offers you, how can you make progress?

If Casare were here, he could show you what it means to smoke with seven holes.

"Then use it. We are not as wealthy as the Americans, but we should not be stingy when it comes to using it. If the Americans want to be bitches, we cannot be gentlemen. It is in our interest to be more ruthless than them." Victor put a hand on Augustin Przewczynski's shoulder.

"We have only one way out, and that is victory, understand?"

"Victory!" Augustine nodded vigorously.

"Go ahead, do it with all your might. No one will do anything to you until I die."

This statement was an understatement, but it made Augustin Przewczyr feel much more at ease.

What are those who work in intelligence afraid of?
Afraid of being thrown out as a scapegoat.

Isn’t that what Americans do all the time?

Augustin Przewczynski raised his hand in salute and left the office.

You little American bastards, let me show you some of Wang Yang’s tactics!
Victor picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, squinted his eyes, and said, "It tastes good."

...

San Diego is a mess!
The ground was littered with overturned trash cans, attracting mosquitoes, and the air was filled with a foul odor.

On the central street, American police wearing explosion-proof suits and helmets looked around vigilantly. The surrounding walls still bore traces of burns.

And across from them.

A young man had a cigarette in his mouth, was carrying a schoolbag, and had a flag on his shoulder that read: Mexicans demand equality, our lives matter too!
San Diego City Hall.

A group of people were discussing the next plan.

The American system is very "interesting". As long as you agree to something, someone will naturally jump out to oppose it. This gives Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright a headache.

He looked at the heated argument below and knocked on the table, but no one paid any attention to him. Finally, he knocked on the table angrily, "Enough!"

Everyone suddenly became quiet. You looked at me, I looked at you, and argued with each other, but still sat down out of respect.

Pierluigi Cartwright's face darkened as he was about to speak.

boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise!
Deafening.

Right in the town hall!

Immediately afterwards, rapid gunshots and curses were heard downstairs.

Pierluigi Cartwright and the others' faces suddenly changed, and they saw the acting police chief running in anxiously, "Sir, don't go downstairs yet!"

"What happened?"

"A dozen rioters drove into the city hall, threw incendiary bombs and stun grenades inside, and exchanged fire with the police..."

So fierce? !

Pierluigi Cartwright frowned. He could smell the growing tension in the air. He decisively issued an order, "Implement martial law everywhere. I will ask the governor to send the National Guard to intervene."

"This won't do..." An opponent subconsciously raised an objection, but before he could finish his words, a cup came flying over and hit him on the forehead.

"Shut up! You bastard, if you talk nonsense again, I'll punch you to death!" Pierluigi Cartwright roared angrily.

When he got angry, everyone became quiet.

It’s not that he has such a high reputation, but... he was previously the 95kg free-fighting champion of California, and to a large extent, the shock of his muscles and fists is more intense.

"If anyone holds us back, I will kill him even if I don't become the mayor!" Pierluigi Cartwright looked at them ferociously.

"have you understood?"

"I understand..." scattered people answered.

"Louder, bastard!"

"Understood!!"

Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright's eating expression relaxed a little and he snorted coldly, "These bastards really think they are vegetarians."

When he was about to leave the meeting room with a gloomy face, he saw the secretary walking in hurriedly. Seeing their messy steps, Pierluigi trembled a little, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.

really!

"Mr. Mayor, there have been massive demonstrations in the black community."

"Fuck! What happened to them?"

The Mexican riots did not actually affect other ethnic groups too much, mainly because Pierluigi Cartwright called the Asian and black communities over for a talk and asked them not to cause trouble.

Everyone agreed to it, but now...

"Martin III was killed." the secretary asked in a deep voice.

"Who? Who is that?" Pierluigi Cartwright asked with a frown, but he always felt that the name was familiar.

“His father is Martin Luther King.”

The mayor suddenly felt his legs go weak.

"and…"

The secretary looked around, lowered his voice, leaned over his shoulder and said, "It was the CIA who did it."

"What?" Pierluigi Cartwright raised his voice, felt that he was too loud, and clenched his fists. "Are they stupid?!"

Idiot, idiot, idiot!
It's already this late and you're still doing this. You're... incredibly stupid.

"Let's go! Go find Mr. Governor!"

He ran away in a hurry.

The others looked at each other. They were not deaf and could hear it.