Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 333 “Small Fishing Boat” Plan!
There are about 19 villages at the border of Jalisco and Michoacan. As Mexico's "Drug Golden Triangle", most of the land here is used to grow drugs.

The drug dealers have very close ties with the local area!

Many rural men have never been to school and do not even have any skills. They start working for drug dealers at a very young age. When they grow up, the strong ones become killing machines, while the weak ones take on transportation tasks.

As for women...

Do you think they are doing well in such an unstable country?

Mexico is a country with a relatively high number of people infected with AIDS.

As for the elderly...

You have to grow it for the drug dealers.

The local government rarely manages the villages below.

But in Victor's north, he implemented the "decentralization of royal power". Those disabled soldiers were the village leaders, and if you didn't obey, he would call the National Guard to teach you what "mercy" was.

However, in the newly occupied territories, before they had time to do so, "collaboration with the enemy" occurred.

Then just kill them.

Canterbury Village.

The largest Indian village in the border area has a population of more than 500 people, a mixed crowd, and is also a drug trafficking gathering place.

In the village chief's office.

One-eyed Clarinda Spears was lying on a chair, and two women in transparent clothes were massaging him carefully, not daring to do it too hard.

Here, he is the local emperor!

He said to the wounded drug dealer guerrilla who was sitting next to him with his wound wrapped in gauze, "Just stay here, it's safe here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, boom!
One sound!
The explosion startled him right off his chair, and his other eye snapped open. "What's that noise?"

"Sound of artillery! The Northern Army is coming!" The wounded man's expression suddenly became ugly. He ran to the window and looked outside. He saw a group of soldiers in dark green uniforms coming around the village, with several tanks and Hummers interspersed.

"Damn it! How come these dogs have such sharp noses? You stay here first, I'll go and deal with it." One-eyed Clarinda Spears said to the wounded man and hurried out.

The wounded couldn't even pull him back.

The Northern Army's approach was not a friendly one.

"Go get some money, get more." Clarinda Spears said to her younger brother, pulling her clothes and preparing to run over with a flattering look on her face.

But suddenly, he stopped.

The machine gunner on the Northern Army Humvee outside pulled the bolt, and an officer stood up. Clarinda Spears could see a sarcastic smile on the other's face and he waved his hand!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

Bullets from all directions began to spray the village!
He turned around and tried to run, but... the bullets immediately riddled him like a sieve. He lay on the ground, staring, still a little bit incredulous.

Victor…

Isn't he afraid of arousing public anger?

The Hummer rushed into the village, and its thick tires ran over Clarinda Spears' head. The body of the vehicle weighed nearly 3 tons, and it crushed her head in an instant.

The machine gunner on top fired at the villagers on the roadside.

No matter who you are!

If you are even slightly contaminated by drugs, you will be eliminated humanely!

The villagers ran around in panic.

An old man stumbled and fell in the middle of the road, his mouth open in horror. He had no teeth at all. It was not because he was old, but... taking drugs can cause teeth to fall out, making him look very old.

bang~
His head had an intimate contact with the bumper of the Hummer and was pressed under the ground. His clothes were hooked and dragged along. When he encountered a rock, there was a click and the hook was unhooked, and his facial features were all smoothed out.

A bloody mess!

The wounded who were hiding saw this scene and ran away in panic, not forgetting to... take the stack of drugs that Clarinda Spears had not finished smoking.

Really NMD, a drug addict is a drug addict!
He climbed out the window and crawled through the dog hole in an awkward manner. Just as he was about to get up, he saw a pair of shoes. He raised his head in horror and saw an officer in a coat with several unfriendly-looking Northern Army soldiers standing beside him.

"Found you, little mouse!"

...

An hour later, the village of Canterbury was engulfed in flames.

At the entrance of the village, the head of Clarinda Spears, the local tyrant who had been dominating the area for more than a decade, was impaled on a wooden stake. Her other eye was empty and her eyeball... was stuffed into her mouth!
There was also a note on the ground: Addicts! Die!
The day of November 2th.

In total, nearly 16 people were killed in 3000 villages in the states of Jalisco and Michoacan, eradicating all footholds of the drug parasites in the border region.

The angry drug dealers began to publicize Victor's atrocities in the media, and an American official at the United Nations even proposed to establish a memorial day on February 2.

Commissioner of China to the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime: Joachim Ribbentrop just went up to the other party and started fighting with him, talking trash, and four or five people couldn't stop him at all.

"If you intercede for the drug dealer again, I will kill your entire family, fuck XXXX!"

When they were pulled apart, Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at the other party and cursed. The Libyan representative next to him couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Aren't drug dealers human beings?"

"If you say another word, I'll beat you up too!"

It made the other person look very ugly.

After all, they were all men of letters. Before being appointed Commissioner of the Narcotics Control Bureau by Victor, Joachim Ribbentrop was the warden of a regional prison. He was chosen because of his decisive and ruthless actions, and he would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

He pushed away the representatives of other countries who were pulling him, straightened his wrinkled suit, stood on the steps, pointed at everyone present and said, "Remember, drug dealers will never be allowed to come to the public. If anyone sympathizes with them or even helps them behind the scenes, it will be a life-and-death battle! Mexicans will never allow anyone to bring the drug business back to the way it was before. You want us to obey, then we want you to die. At worst, we can die together with the bomb. Do you dare?"

John Bull was stunned, the Gallic rooster touched his bald forehead, the woolly bear sighed, the bald eagle looked unfriendly, and another... secretly gave a thumbs up below.

here you go!
Joachim Ribbentrop finished speaking and left with his men.

Mexicans are once again arrogant in front of the whole world.

Also tell them not to try to summon the spirits of drug dealers!

Of course the Americans refused to give up, so they asked the Austrian police to arrest him on charges of injuring others.

The Commissioner of the Narcotics Control Agency was arrested. Can Victor still remain calm?
The heads of 22 American drug dealers were chopped off and thrown into Washington. The meaning is self-evident: if you dare to touch Joachim Ribbentrop, I will fight you to the end.

Tensions between the two sides in the border area have escalated again.

"Fuck you, you're playing dirty tricks on me." Victor took the ashtray in his hand, looked left and right, and finally threw it on the table with a crisp sound, but he was obviously still very angry.

"I have asked Mexico City to protest," said Propaganda Minister Goebbels, adjusting his glasses.

"Protests will not have any deterrent effect. I think the Suriname Fishing Boat Plan can be implemented. We must show them that we have the means and ability to eliminate our enemies!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener said in a deep voice.

They are all tough guys and never thought of taking a step back.

Yes, a military group like Victor’s will never retreat. If they win, they will be the only one with the most powerful forces. If they lose, they will commit suicide.

Victor glanced at Augustin Przewczyr, who nodded vigorously and said, "Leave it to us."

"Blow it up and let those Spaniards remember that poor people don't play with aircraft carriers!"

"Yes, General!"

After the meeting, Horatio Herbert Kitchener stayed behind, hesitated, and put forward his own opinion, "General, I think we should look for new drug control partners around the world and strengthen our overseas forces."

“We need more people to speak for us, and we need more agents.”

Whether a country is powerful or not, besides its own ability to fight, actually also depends on how its subordinates are and whether they are reliable.

Why did the Americans shock the whole world in the Gulf War?
Isn’t it just an allied force of more than 30 countries?

The Soviet Union was on the verge of death at this time, and all its subordinates had run away. At this time, it was basically the only superpower in the world.

But Latin America has always been a place with troublemakers...

"for example?"

"Iraq!"

Victor narrowed his eyes and looked up at the other man. "His son was almost killed by us. I killed his envoy in front of the whole world."

"And... Saddam is a drug addict, didn't you know that?"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener: ???

A dull look on his face.

"He... is taking drugs?"

It really doesn't look like that. The person doesn't look like a drug addict in front of the camera.

In fact, this was also recorded in the memoirs of a former Iraqi official after Victor's downfall. He started taking drugs in 1959 and often took heroin after coming to power!

That's right, anyone who dares to do this to the Americans is either a drug addict or a lunatic. Victor dared to be so arrogant because he took advantage of his geographical advantage. If Mexico was in Central America, it would have disappeared by now.

"Although this path is not feasible, I think it's a good idea. I am still the director of the Narcotics Control Agency. Drug dealers in some countries are too arrogant. We have an obligation to teach them a lesson, such as Haiti and some African countries where drugs are legal. What do you think?"

Sending troops in the name of drug control!
Such a familiar routine.

Let's change the template. "Americans look down on the Third World, but the Third World is caught up in capitalism, drugs, guns, human trafficking and other crimes. We should save them!" Victor said with his arms crossed and a serious face.

In fact, the most important thing...

Goldfinger isn't just for drug dealers.

Any criminal will get points!

He didn’t have the strength before, but now…Victor wants to be a good person.

The world police is ready!

Horatio Herbert Kitchener half opened his mouth when he heard his plan. Is it so radical?
General, are you really planning to replace Jesus?
"We don't have enough soldiers."

"Then continue recruiting. We've had new soldiers for three months, right? Distribute them to the various regiments and distribute them according to the plan. Continue recruiting, another 4 people!"

"General, we already have 16 soldiers. Wouldn't it be too stressful to recruit more?"

"If it's not enough, just go to other countries to eat. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?"

One of the main reasons why Victor wants to win the favor of third world countries is that the bastards led by the United States have imposed sanctions and do not allow any circulation. The domestic economy can still hold up for now.

Farmers can sell what they grow to the Northern Army. Victor has a lot of money in his hands, which can be used for internal circulation for a short period of time. However, Mexico is a country with a high degree of food shortage. Nearly 33% of the corn consumed is imported. Mexico imports about 1700 million tons of corn every year, and the United States is a major source of Mexico's imported corn.

Both sides are trying to support each other.

Your American agricultural products are unsalable, aren’t you worried?

If it is shipped to other places, the cost will also increase.

Just wait and see in a year or two and see who panics first.

Some third world countries are very "rich".

"Your General Staff should compile a list of countries affected by drugs and crime. We will then select one to support. On the road of joint drug control, we will not allow any comrade to be left behind!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded.

Victor's tentacles are really starting to reach outward.

……

Paramaribo, Suriname.

You can see all kinds of skin colors on the street.

Suriname's tourism industry is quite developed because of its tropical rainforests, beaches and beautiful scenery. But also, because of its unique geographical environment, located in the northern part of South America, bordering French Guiana to the east, Brazil to the south, Guyana to the west, and the Atlantic Ocean to the north, its public security is the same as other Latin American countries.

Don't go out late at night!

Because the main ethnic group here is still black.

You know...

In addition, after experiencing a military coup, everything here is not as good as imagined.

In a restaurant with the words "Spicy Hotpot" written on it.

Standing outside, you can see the lights on inside, and the men's voices echoing from inside, "Open, open, open! Damn it, eight o'clock!"

A man with a flat head and a cigarette in his mouth, with a bare upper body and tattoos, threw two cards on the table with a flick of his hand, pointing at the other side, "If you have the temper, eat my money, Ah San!"

The guy opposite me is of Indian descent, his face is black, maybe he didn’t wash it clean.

He pinched the corner of the card hard, and the Indian behind him kept shouting and breathing heavily, but the last flip only resulted in three points, and there was a wailing.

"Asans are just bastards. A Guang, take your money!" the man sneered. The younger brother next to him took the money with a smile. A few Ah Sans were unwilling and stretched out their hands to take it, but a machete chopped it directly on the table.

"If you make a move, I will chop you to death today and throw you into the sea!"

"Chen Zhen, don't be so arrogant!" The gambler slammed the table in dissatisfaction.

"You slammed the table in front of me in Suriname? Are you tired of living? Fuck you!" The man pulled out a pistol from behind and pointed it at the other person.

Ah San Ge felt as if he had eaten shit, and finally said with a dark face, "Let's go."

He left with his people.

Chen Zhen smiled proudly and pointed at the money on the table, "Brothers, take it and divide it up."

"Thank you, Brother Zhen!"

A group of younger brothers smiled and nodded.

"Brother Zhen, I want to take three days off." An employee of a local hot pot restaurant said with red eyes.

"What? Your mother died?"

"My mother was caught in a gang fight and died..." the employee burst into tears.

Chen Zhen was startled, frowned, took out 3000 Surinamese dollars and handed it to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "If you need anything, tell me. Go collect the bodies first."

"Thank you, thank you!" The other party nodded in gratitude, wiped his tears, took the money and left.

In this bird place...

Gangs are all too common.

This is also one of the reasons why Chinese, Indians and some ethnic minorities are so united. If they are not united, they will die.

Chen Zhen looked outside and shook his head. Suddenly his eyes flashed and he saw a very handsome middle-aged white man wearing a hat walking in from the door. When he saw him, he took off his hat and saluted him.

"Benito? Why are you here?"

"I have a business to discuss with you, Mr. Chen. I wonder if you have time to chat?"

Chen Zhen looked the other person up and down, then shook his head and said, "Come with me."

Benito smiled at his younger brothers and followed him up to the office on the second floor.

"Sit down. What's your business? Who do you want me to help you get rid of?"

As the local bosses, Chen Zhen and his gang always offer fair prices and provide one-stop services including chopping people and disposing of corpses.

Do you think overseas Chinese are all stable people?

"I heard that a dozen Spanish soldiers caused trouble in your territory two days ago? It was very unpleasant?" Benito asked.

Chen Zhen's face suddenly turned dark.

A few days ago, a Spanish fleet docked at the port, and a bunch of Spanish soldiers came out to have fun, causing chaos in their own territory, harassing women, and even taking off their pants after getting drunk, and not paying for their meals.

This was outrageous, the two sides started fighting.

Two Spanish soldiers had three legs broken. Chen Zhen and his men were also taken in, but they had a deep background and the Guangyi Hall behind them, so they came out in no time, but the feud was established.

"Why? Are you here to lobby for them?"

Benito smiled, took out a check from his pocket, put it on the table and handed it over, "This is two hundred thousand US dollars. I want to ask you to do something for me."

Chen Zhen raised his head and looked at him.

"Please do me a small favor. I know that the Spanish go back to the market every day to buy a batch of vegetables, and most of those vegetable farmers are from Guangyitang, so I want to add something to the vegetables."

! ! ! !
"Add what?" Chen Zhen asked with a raised eyebrow.

Benito narrowed his eyes, "RICIN!!!"

He could already imagine the shock in the other person's eyes, but after waiting for a while, Chen Zhen still looked confused, "What is that?"

Depend on!
illiteracy!

Benito's face flushed immediately, "It's just a spray."

"Although I don't know what it is, it's definitely not a good thing." Chen Zhen grinned and stared at him with a bad look.

What good can come from something that is poisonous?

Seeing the other party's expression, Benito immediately understood, "I can add another 200,000 US dollars."

"make a deal!"

Sure enough, as soon as the money was paid, Chen Zhen's face instantly brightened and he smiled happily.

Benito looked at him straight in the face, "Aren't you afraid if something goes wrong? Besides, aren't you curious about who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. If you pay me, I will do it. If I were afraid, would I come to Suriname?"

"You know what I'm afraid of? I'm afraid I won't be able to make money and won't be able to face my family back home."

"I'm afraid of being poor! I'm not afraid of dying!"

"By the way, you can't buy on credit. You have to pay in full."

……

(End of this chapter)