Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 324: Still too urban!
Victor's methods shocked the world!

Many countries began to call him "North American Tyrant" and "Satan".

Even in a roadside survey in Malaysia, Victor was described as: the man closest to a mustache since World War II!

His popularity directly surpassed the "Three Great Tyrants of Africa", namely Ugandan President Amin, Central African Emperor Bokassa and Zaire President Mobutu, becoming the only one!

Young people worship him and think he is a superhero, while those whose interests have been cut off hide in the darkness, constantly cursing him with gloomy faces and fierce eyes!

Watch him build a tall building, watch him entertain guests, and watch his building collapse!!!

Victor was not only involved in drugs, but also in organ replacement, human trafficking, and kidnapping. Anyone caught would be beaten to death.

How can those rich people who are waiting to extend their lives wait any longer?
If I can't deal with you, Victor, can't I deal with your subordinates?

On January 1, at 13 a.m., Ludendorff, who was in Guadalajara, was attacked by a gunman while inspecting a shopping mall, but fortunately he was not injured and the gunman was shot dead!
At the same time, Joseph Joffre also encountered a suicide attack in Juarez, killing 3 pedestrians and injuring 27. He was not seriously injured.

And at eleven o'clock.

A special train pulls into Mexico City train station.

A group of people have already imposed martial law!
All those who hold any official position have come here, and today is the day when the "imperial envoy" takes office.

You have to come and get to know each other.

Jason Bourne looked at Casare with a serious expression, "I think we should not get off the car, but go directly to the National Palace?"

"Are you afraid that I will die here?" Casare smiled. His face became more and more round, and his cheeks trembled when he smiled.

He has a very kind smile, but people outside don’t think so. His nickname is very straightforward: running dog!
Catch whoever bites!

Jason Bourne was silent for a moment. "It's just dangerous..."

"If I die here, millions of people in Mexico City will have to be buried with me. You know, the boss loves me alone."

There is really no point in saying this.

Let me put it this way, if Victor were the emperor and was looking for a lady in the house, Casare would be the one standing at the door.

If he died here...

Mexico City will be a ruin tomorrow.

"Let's go, don't keep the Mexican gentlemen waiting anxiously." Cassara tugged at his suit and tie and got off the train.

Bang bang bang~
The people standing outside applauded regardless of what was going on, and the applause was thunderous!

Casare smiled and raised his hands slightly above his head, clapping slowly.

"Hello sir, I am Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi." A middle-aged man wearing glasses hurried over, a little nervous.

Why so nervous, you ask?
Because he just took office.

As for the previous vice president?

He was thrown directly into jail because of Mr. Kwaukmote.

Basically everyone has been replaced.

“This is from the Civil Affairs Department…”

“This is the intelligence service…”

Urmit Raymond Haredi helped Casare introduce them one by one, and Fatty Ka had a smile on his face.

"Let's go to the National Palace first. The press conference has been prepared there and they are waiting for your speech."

Casare nodded and glanced at Jason Bourne beside him. The latter turned around and waved his hand. Then four or five doors of the special train opened and tanks drove out!
"Excuse me, I like to ride in my own car!"

Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled awkwardly, "Sir, now... Mexico City is very safe now."

"I'm afraid something will happen to me and you won't be safe." Casare said this meaningfully.

After getting on the tank, we drove towards the National Palace.

To bring him here, the Northern Army sent a battalion, led by Erich Manstein!

After he returned from the overseas battlefield, he was directly promoted to battalion commander, rising two levels in the middle!

Rommel and Fedor von Bock both entered the Northern Military Academy for further studies.

There are rumors that Victor intends to make Rommel the commander of the newly established Marine Division.

From a battalion commander directly to a division commander...

Even if it's just gossip, it's wild enough.

Patton, the so-called fierce general in World War II, took four years to be promoted from brigade commander to army group commander, and Eisenhower also took only four years to be promoted from colonel to five-star general.

But it was war time...

I can only say that if you are favored by the powerful, even if you are a dog, you can become an air force marshal, right, King of Thailand.

Casare could feel the malice creeping up from the side of the road; almost everyone looked at him with dissatisfaction, disgust, and hatred.

"The southern land still hasn't been blessed by the general's grace."

He said to Jason Bourne beside him, "People in big cities are like this. They always look down on people from the North."

"So, the general sent you." The latter said in a muffled voice.

Casare still waved his hand modestly.

He is just the vanguard. What can 1000 people do? At least a division must be sent over. With people sitting here, they can attack from both top and bottom. The center-blooming tactics will definitely make the drug dealers scream. The most important thing is that this place can also radiate to several countries in Central America.

Aren’t you close to drug dealers?

I'm pointing the gun directly at you!
RNMD, I've been annoyed with you for a long time.

Are you worthy enough to talk to me?
If we can’t beat the Americans, how can we beat you “eight useless people” from Central America?
As soon as the troops arrive, the people of Mexico City will become friendly.

When the convoy arrived at the National Palace, it was clearly visible that there were still ruins. The previous explosion was obviously very powerful.

The tank's approach obviously scared the celebrities and reporters present. Oh my god, is it going to... crush us to death?
But thankfully that did not happen.

Casare stood on the tank, refused the support of the soldiers below, sat on the turret, and signaled the people below to give him the microphone.

"Hi! Ladies and gentlemen!"

Everyone fell silent and looked at him eagerly.

Casare patted the M-256 120mm tank gun and grinned, "Excuse me, will this make you shut up!"

The expressions of Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi and others suddenly turned ugly.

"The general is very happy that you can cooperate, but you are two-faced. The general is very dissatisfied. He asked me to tell you, don't be unconvinced. Who the hell are you to sit in the National Palace?!"

"Since ancient times, the strongest soldiers and horses have always been in the lead! If you don't have guns or cannons, just shut up!"

"besides…"

Casare narrowed his eyes and glanced at them. "What you did privately with those drug dealers is known to the intelligence department. Do you think we don't have people over there?"

"The general wants to know who you sleep with and which cave you go into. He knows everything. I'll be frank with you so you don't end up getting dragged out and beaten to death and then cry out for injustice everywhere."

Casare sat up straight. "Okay, I've got your message. Anyone who wants to resign can leave now. Anyone want to leave?"

Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi looked at the department head next to him, and everyone was looking at him.

Dignity made him want to step forward now and tell the other party that they are human beings, politicians and need to be respected!

But reality tells him that if you leave, you will have nothing...

I really can’t take this step forward.

What moral integrity and bottom line do you want from politicians? In the past, an emperor stipulated that those who wanted to be officials could only be eunuchs. You might think that no one would be an official now, but the fact is that as long as you can be an official, there is nothing to worry about!

Power is far more important than anything else.

For example, Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi, even though he is standing like a minion now and is almost scolded by Casare, but here, I am a loser.

What will you call me when you get out?
Don't you still have to call me sir?
and so…

The only thing they could do was remain silent, using silence to express their dissatisfaction.

"If you have any contact with those bastards in the south, cut them off immediately. I am a short-sighted person. If I am caught, I will be angry."

"Understand?"

The dignitaries below hurriedly shouted, "Understood."

"OK!"

Casare smiled and nodded. "Then from now on, I appoint Rommel as the commander of the Mexico City garrison, fully responsible for military and intelligence work. All military organizations will be under his jurisdiction, and he will also be responsible for personnel transfers!"

"Those who violate or refuse..."

"It's like treason!"

Casare doesn’t know about other places, but in Mexico City, no one dares to disobey what he says. So... this is power!
How cool!
Woohoo! Boom boom boom!!!

There was a sonic boom in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw five fighter jets flying across the sky. They could see them clearly and at a very fast speed!

My ears are kind of ringing.

"F14, should belong to the Sonora Air Force Base." Jason Bourne said under the tank, his eyes fixed on the sky.

"The Northern Army has accepted Mr. Quaukmote's blood feud! Now we have to see what those bastards of drug dealers and criminals can use to fight against the heavenly soldiers!" Casare said loudly, pointing to the sky.

"Northern Army, victory!"

Suddenly, Vice President Ulmit Raymond Haredi raised his hand and shouted, and everyone around him looked at him in confusion.

Shit, didn’t we agree to work together as slaves? Why did you suddenly get so angry?

You make us look stupid!

But after all, they were all veterans who had been in the political arena for many years, so they immediately raised their hands and shouted, "Victory!!!"

Casare watched this scene with great satisfaction.

Look...

There are still like-minded companions!
Five F5s carrying 14 "Phoenix" missiles made a long-range attack on the port city of Punta Jerez in Tamaulipas State, mainly to take the enemy by surprise. They received news that Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Army, a terrorist organization in Mexico, and his three mistresses were living here.

This man was originally a pastor who believed in liberation theology. Holding a Bible in his left hand and an AK in his right hand, he led the Zapatista Theological Army to capture the state of Maulipas, and declared independence from Mexican rule and implemented warlord rule!

He was also the main culprit behind the missile attack on Kwauk Mot.

The F14 went deep into the tiger's den. The Zapatista Theological Army was still weak and had no air defense radar, so it could not be discovered. By the time it was discovered by the naked eye, it was only 20 kilometers away from its destination!

Isn't this just a matter of stepping on the accelerator?
Just bombard the target manor indiscriminately, and bomb them so hard that they won’t recognize you anymore.

Upon hearing the noise, the Zapatista Theological Army pushed their anti-aircraft guns and began to bombard the sky. The gap in weapons made them completely helpless and they could only let the F14 run rampant in the sky.

Fortunately, the leader Gustavo suddenly received a message and went out ten minutes before the attack. When he heard the explosion and hurried back, he only found his daughter's shoes and the necklace he gave to his mistress in the ruins.

"Ah!! Ah!!"

He knelt on the ground, holding his chest, in so much pain that he could not help crying. All three of his mistresses were pregnant, which meant that the air raid had wiped out all his resources!
"Boss, please accept my condolences..." the younger brother next to him came over and said softly.

Anyway, the person who died was not a family member, so it would be harmless to just say it lightly.

Gustavo knelt on the ground and squeezed the burning wasteland hard, his bloodshot eyes revealing despair and madness!
"Victor caused my family to be destroyed. I want Victor to die, I want him to die too!!!" He suddenly grabbed the shoulder of his confidant and shouted loudly.

"Boss...Victor, Victor doesn't seem to have any family." The younger brother said in embarrassment.

Gustavo was stunned when he heard this. Before he could catch his breath, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, his legs went weak, and he fell heavily to the ground amid his younger brother's screams.

I was so angry that I fainted.

"Boss! Boss!"

...

Tijuana. Inside the Governor's Palace.

Victor is receiving a briefing from the DEA.

"Drug cultivation in Mexico has decreased by 65%! Because of our heavy blows, drug traffickers can only move their plantations and laboratories to other locations. Central America has become a new drug flooding area. UNODC staff in Central America confirmed that drug users have increased by 200% year-on-year at the same time last year, and more than 200 million new people have joined various drug-related organizations!"

"Apart from Central America, the most serious one is Haiti, which is also in North America. The rule of Jean-Bertrand Aristide was overthrown, and the new leader Raoul Cedras is the head of the military. He is also a senior drug dealer. He controls the local gangs to carry out drug trade, forcing more than 10 farmers to grow drugs for him, and publicly amending the constitution to demand the legalization of drugs!"

"He was smuggling drugs into the United States to make money."

“It is said that he also trafficked people to the United States.”

Victor looked up when he heard this. "Haiti wants to be the first to take action?"

The first country where drugs are legal has emerged!
I just became the executive director of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration, and you do this? Don’t you give me any face at all?
Victor was considering whether to send "troops" to Haiti. After all, drug control must rely on fists.

As a representative of "physical drug prohibition", Victor's dream is a drug-free world!

But... Haiti seems a bit far away.

bang bang bang~
The knock on the door interrupted Victor's thoughts. He glanced at the DEA officer, motioned him to put down the documents, and then called him to come in.

Then I saw the secretary rushing in with a nervous expression.

"General, Spanish warships have landed on our Revillagigedo Islands!"

Victor's eyes narrowed.

It’s a bit interesting.

...

The Revillagigedo Islands are located in the Pacific Ocean west of Mexico, belonging to the state of Colima. They have a total land area of ​​830 square kilometers (320 square miles) and are composed of volcanic islands such as Socorro Island, San Benedicto Island, Roca Partida Island, and Clarion Island.

Among them, Socorro is the largest, 39 kilometers long, 14 kilometers wide, and the highest point is 1130 meters above sea level. Two warships flying the Spanish flag are docked here, and hundreds of people get off them.

A middle-aged man with the rank of brigadier general, surrounded by several officers, stood on a protruding rock and took a deep breath.

"The taste of the sea!" Rudy Fernandez said with a smile, looking relaxed, "The taste of my hometown."

The officers nearby were very nervous. “General, will this…will this cause a reaction from Mexico?”

"But Mexico originally belonged to the Spanish! We just returned to our own land, and... I brought 300 soldiers with me, and now they are digging trenches for me overnight. As long as we stay here, no one can let us go. Send a message to the country and ask for support!"

“What if the Mexicans ask?”

Rudy Fernandez glanced at the officer who spoke. "Our boat...is broken and can't move! We asked to rest here, but does Victor want us to swim back? When the reinforcements arrive, they want us to leave, but we won't leave yet."

Although this method is bad, it is at least an excuse.

In 1859, Britain declared war on the United States, and the excuse given for the war was simply that "the Americans killed a British pig."

So, don't be surprised.

What is strange is, where do the Spaniards get the confidence that Victor is an easy person to talk to?

It seems that Franco's iron fist still hasn't taught them what humility is.

The main reason is that it is too urbanized.

……

(End of this chapter)