Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 323 Celebrating Emperor Wei’s 30th birthday!
Any "activity" needs a leader!
Conflict also means that a political game has begun...

Cornell University, New York.

Forrest Gump held a megaphone and stood under the statue of the school's forefathers. His classmates lifted him up high and he shouted hysterically, "Classmates!"

"The US government is killing our country. They are wantonly defying the Constitution. What have the blacks done wrong? What have the Mexicans done wrong? All they want is a piece of land to live on!"

"But, that son of a bitch Bush actually killed them. Did you hear that? Washington was crying, Lincoln was crying, Roosevelt was crying, and my ancestor James Buchanan was crying too!!"

His face was flushed and his pupils were slightly dilated due to the stimulation.

"The knowledge we learn is never for killing and racial exclusion, but for world peace! Classmates, it's our turn to stand up, to support them, to help them, to save them!"

"Come on!"

Forrest Gan jumped off his companions, waving his arms and taking the lead!
Humans are social animals, and when there is a leader, they will just obey.

Thousands of members of the "Blue Gold Society" rushed out of the school holding flags and shouting slogans, and the security guards at the gate didn't even know where they had gone.

The "Blue and Gold Society" has a great influence on American student groups because it has always claimed that it does not want war, drugs, or crime and that everyone should live in peace. Coupled with the fact that some "media" often publicize it, Forrest Gump is simply a "young leader."

Ok…

The media’s boastful articles have different prices depending on the amount of traffic. The money is of course given by the “backers behind the scenes.” This is called deification by public opinion.

Just like Greta Thunberg, who was later proclaimed as the "environmental girl" by Europe and the United States, wasn't she just a "puppet" thrown out by a group of big shots?

She knows nothing. If she does less X, she can fart less.

It was under such circumstances that Victor wanted to throw out Forrest Gump, who was already in the internship period. No matter whether what he did was right or not, there would always be someone in American politics who would accept him.

In order to help "Forrest Gump", the Governor-General's Office of Mexico also set up a project called "God-making Project", which was internally called "Presidential President Training Project!"

Oh open!

This plan was of the highest level, with Victor as the sole person in charge. Less than five people knew about it, and all they had to do was to package Forrest Gump as the savior.

Fifteen years, we will strive to put it on the throne within fifteen years.

Victor has plenty of time to take his time.

Eat your meal one bite at a time...

When Forrest Gump led the passionate young people to support the ethnic minorities, they met the police on the road, and the police rushed up and beat them!

He was hit on the head with a stick and blood was flowing. His glasses fell to the ground and were broken by someone's foot, but he still opened his arms and stood in front of all his companions. His expression was ferocious, desperate, and full of strength.

Shouted at the police.

"If the death of one person can save the country! Then please kill me, Forrest Gump! Never harm the lives of my compatriots. Long live America!!"

"Coincidentally" there were seven or eight reporters in the conflict zone, and they "coincidentally" broadcast this scene live.

His bloody cheek and fearless expression instantly made it onto the news channels of all TV stations. It must be said that Forrest Gump still looks very... righteous.

Especially his sentence, "Please kill Forrest Gump!", instantly made him an idol of students across the United States.

The group wore his "blood suit" and walked out of the school, to the police station, and to the White House, holding up their hands and saying, "Release Forrest Gump."

The new CIA director, Stanfield Turner, was instantly attracted to this young man. It wasn't because he thought he was tough, but his intuition told him that there was something wrong, so he interrogated him overnight.

"You should know what you are doing! You are inciting emotions. Don't you want your diploma anymore?" the CIA agent asked with a frown.

"I learn knowledge not for that thin diploma, but to use my knowledge to build America. You can take away my degree, but you can't take away my determination. At worst, I will go pick up trash!" Forrest Gump was handcuffed and had gauze on his head, but he still spoke so firmly.

boom!
The CIA agent slammed the table and asked, "Did someone ask you to do this?"

Forrest Gump was startled, but then his face showed extreme anger. He wanted to stand up, but he was handcuffed and could only stay still. However, that did not stop him from kicking his feet angrily, wanting to kick the other person to death. "@w$%#! You CIA ￥#@@#! If you want to kill me, kill me. If I die, there will be thousands of Forrest Gumps left. But you can't slander me. I love my country deeply and will never betray it!!"

The CIA agent didn't expect him to be so excited. He frowned and looked at the glass next to him. It was a one-way glass. The people inside couldn't see clearly outside, but the people outside could see every move inside clearly.

Stanfield Turner held a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes were so deep that they could reflect light. He looked at the excited Forrest Gump and asked, "Do you think he is lying?"

"Yes!" the confidant next to him said decisively, "The patriotism is too fake. There are no such people in the United States."

This may sound funny, but if you think about it carefully, it is really sad.

The Americans are a country bound by capital. Patriotism? Who loves? They are just trying to protect their own interests. They even have to post pornographic ads when recruiting soldiers. People like Forrest Gump...

It's impossible!
"Let him go."

After Stanfield Turner finished his coffee, he crumpled up the quilt and threw it into the trash can, "Find someone to keep an eye on him."

"understand!"

After being detained for more than ten hours, Forrest Gan was released. When he walked out of the police station, many people gathered outside, waving their arms and cheering when they saw him come out.

The members of the "Blue Gold Society" rushed up and wrapped the boss in clothes.

"Students!" Forrest Gump raised his hand, then put it down with both hands, and the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

"us!"

"In the fight to make America great again!"

Ouch! !
When the crowd below heard this, they became excited again.

"Forrest Gump..."

I don't know who started shouting in the crowd, but gradually more and more people joined in.

Forrest Gump's name resounded through the sky for the first time!
Stanfield Turner watched the scene from the top floor, squinting and glancing, "Activist?"

“Activists also serve capital!”

...

The United States is in turmoil, but Mexico next door is extremely depressed!
Because, the execution of El Mencho will be broadcast live!
1 month 8 day.

It's Victor's birthday.

He is 30 years old.

Celebrate with the head of a Mexican drug lord.

The whole country has a day off to watch the live broadcast.

If you want to go to work, you will get 3 times the salary for that day.

Starting at eight o'clock in the morning, the camera was aimed at the Tijuana Prison. Three prison guards wearing skull masks walked to the deepest cell, where El Mencho could be seen curled up, as if... he had lost weight due to hunger!

The door opened, and two prison guards walked over, pulling him left and right, about to drag him outside. El Mencho immediately raised his head, "Don't kill me... Don't kill me... One billion dollars, I used the money to buy my life. Victor... No, the Governor wants money..."

"Shut up!" The prison guard standing in the middle stepped forward and kicked him hard in the face. You could hear the sound of bones cracking, and his face seemed to be concave.

El Mencho's chest was rising and falling rapidly and his body was shaking.

"Drag away!"

This is a global live broadcast, which means if you want to watch it, you have to pay the broadcasting fee. Not to mention, the name El Mencho is worth a lot of money.

More than 30 countries around the world have purchased the broadcasting rights, with the largest number of Asian countries being the richest. Singapore and South Korea have the highest prices, reaching 300 million US dollars!
The broadcasting revenue alone reached a staggering 2000 million US dollars.

Tsk tsk tsk…

El Mencho is such a jerk. If he executes "Victor" in the future, won't it be explosive?
El Mencho was dragged into the police car. The treatment he received from the Governor's Office was pretty good. Armored vehicles led the way in front and behind, three Mi-3 planes escorted in the air, and the roads were cleared. More than 8 soldiers were on alert throughout the city!
Ten billion dollars, there will always be someone who is tempted.

When the detention convoy passed the Tijuana Commercial Plaza, more than 20 Humvees that had been waiting at the intersection joined the convoy. The fully armed Northern Army raised their heavy machine guns and looked around covetously. In a two-story house at the edge of the square.

Seven or eight men watched this scene nervously.

"Boss, what else are we going to do?" a bald man asked nervously.

They belong to a private mercenary company and originally had no intention of getting involved, but one billion dollars!!!

Still couldn't help but take a look.

The boss was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Give up."

Brothers, breathe a sigh of relief. We are mercenaries, not death squads. How can mercenaries fight against regular troops in this damn battle? How many bullets can you carry?
Or can your body withstand the artillery shells?

Most importantly, even if they are lucky enough to save El Mencho, can they leave safely?
Just when…

Come to a meet and greet with the drug lords.

After driving around the main city of Tijuana, the convoy entered the new airport at ten o'clock in the morning.

Many overseas TV hosts suddenly became excited.

Singapore: The execution method for drug lord El Mencho this time is... ant nest? A method specially invented by Mexicans, that is, El Mencho was covered with honey and then dumped in a three-meter deep and two-meter wide pit, in which more than 15000 South American bulldog ants were placed...

South Korea: Oh my! Victor is as brutal as Quan Xiaojiang. This inhumane behavior is disgusting!
Thailand…

Cambodia…

When El Mencho was pulled out, he peed himself!

I was scared to death in front of the whole world!

"I want to see Victor! I want to see Victor!!"

"The new generation of Jalisco can surrender! I can make them surrender! Victor, spare my life! You don't want to start a war, more people will die!" Before he died, he threw away all the cards he could play.

Thumb thump…

Hurry footsteps were heard, and a colonel was seen running over. El Mencho looked at him with bloodshot eyes and hope in his eyes.

"The Governor said, kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The Northern Army raised their hands and shouted loudly. El Mencho fell to the ground and was dragged to the edge of the pit by the soldiers.

"Victor! Governor! Sir! General! General! General!" El Mencho's way of addressing people changed very quickly.

Was this in the hope of evoking Victor's pity?

When he finally reached the edge of the pit, he finally realized that he would have to die today, and finally turned into a curse, "Bastard! I'll wait for you in hell! Wait for you! Wait for you and your lackeys!!"

He was thrown down, and then the Northern Army poured honey and sugar water on him. Immediately, the ants below swarmed over him, and tens of thousands of ants crawled and bit him!
"Get away, get away...ah!!" El Mencho pulled the ants from his body, face and trouser pockets, but he felt that the more he pulled, the more there were. Finally, the pain from the bites made him scream and he began to roll on the ground.

The camera even gave several close-ups of the densely packed ants.

If someone had trypophobia, he would have fallen to the ground and twitched by now.

This torture will not kill anyone immediately, but the screams are endless.

This scene would scare even the most fanatical murderer.

The name of Victor and his cruelty once again attracted the attention of the whole world!

...

"Boss! Boss! Boss!!!"

At this time, in a "Turin Manor" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, the living room was full of people, everyone had a serious look on their faces, and a man was kneeling in front of the TV and crying loudly.

This person was Jose Armando.

He is El Mencho's confidant. When the boss was caught, he ran faster than anyone else. He was so fast that now he has run to Honduras and even found a large army?

Jose Armando wiped his eyes, stood up, turned around and looked at the big guys of the "Anti-Victor" alliance, and said with gritted teeth, "I want revenge for the boss!"

"The new generation of Jalisco and Victor will never stop fighting!!!"

As soon as these words came out, the people below suddenly quieted down, looking at him with strange expressions and a bit of presumptuous disdain in their eyes.

"Do you... represent the new generation of Jalisco?" the representative of the Zapatista National Theological Army suddenly asked.

Jose Armando's expression suddenly changed, "Gray, what do you mean!"

"Let's divide the drug business in Jalisco. The bosses are dead, so let's give it to others. What do you think?" The man named Gray looked at the others.

"I'm not dead yet! I'm the second-in-command of the new generation of Jalisco, I can..." Jose Armando said anxiously.

If you guys break up, then wouldn’t all my crying just now be in vain?
"Your boss is dead!" Gray looked at him deeply, "You can't control it by yourself."

"I agree!" said the Spanish Zeta.

"I agree..."

"agree!"

Jose Armando's eyes gradually turned cold, and there seemed to be a ball of air in his chest. Looking at their appearances and then at Gray's smug expression, he said, "Fuck you! The boss just died and you want to take over our business. Do you think I'm a vegetarian?!"

As he spoke, he pulled open his clothes, revealing a grenade inside!
Everyone was shocked...

"What do you think of me? Me, Jose! Armando, let's die together!" As he said this, he tried to pull the fuse madly.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" the bosses shouted in panic.

"We don't want the Jalisco channel anymore. Don't worry, Armando. We were just joking."

"Are you kidding? Gray? Are you kidding?" Jose Armando looked at the other person and shouted.

The representative of the Zapatista National Theological Army had an unpleasant expression on his face, but many people were looking at him, so he could only nod his head and say, "Yes... it was a joke."

"Fuck you! You don't have the guts to fight me to death, what are you doing?" Jose Armando walked over and slapped his face, "When I was fighting for my life, you were still a farmer!"

He kicked Gray two meters away.

"Don't have any evil ideas, otherwise, we will die together!" Jose Armando looked at everyone and snorted coldly and left.

The representatives in the room looked at each other.

"Mexicans...are so rude." I don't know who came up with this sentence.

Jose was outside, looking at the sky, his expression was very strange, his facial muscles were still trembling, "Boss..."

Looks like you're crying?

And it seems like he is laughing?
"Hahaha...hahaha, wuwu...Boss, don't worry...don't worry, I won't, I won't treat your sister-in-law badly. From now on, your wife will be...my wife, wuwuwu, Boss..."

He couldn't help but laugh again...
Sure enough, living long is the most important thing.

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(End of this chapter)