Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 337 Please Listen, the Voice of Victor!

The best way to prevent the consortium from becoming bigger is always nationalization!

My will is the will of the country!

In front of weapons, everything went so smoothly.

There are a total of 8 American companies in the Culiacán Industrial Zone, 2 of which are relatively...stubborn. Do you think Victor's soldiers are good stuff?
Those who speak sweetly to you are bitches, but a real man will just shoot you.

Get out with $2000 million in Treasury bonds!
In order to keep the staff enthusiastic, all salaries will be increased by 10%!

The employees who were originally anxious immediately plunged into the bustling production.

But this sudden attack on the big conglomerate shocked many people.

In particular, the stocks of several major companies on Wall Street have been going down all the way. On the opening of February 2 alone, a total of more than 26 billion US dollars evaporated, and the decline is still continuing!

The stock investors were sighing.

The capitalists are furious.

Atlanta, Georgia.

Outside the Coca-Cola building, you can see many tourists queuing up to check in, holding up their cameras as if they were on a pilgrimage.

In the dome office on the top floor.

Roberto Goizueta, with white hair, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the crowd below with deep eyes, a cigarette in his hand.

There were several shareholders sitting behind him, with similarly solemn expressions.

"The Mexican factory determines our strategy in Latin America. We can't just give up. We export more than 50 boxes from there every year!" said a director a little anxiously, and also very angry.

"What should I do?"

“Let the US government protest!”

"Do you think Victor is someone who can listen?"

Several directors had a huge argument.

Finally, the one who spoke first said angrily, "Then let someone kill Victor!"

Everyone looked at him as if he was a fool. Are you kidding me?

What to use to kill him?

Sugar?
How could someone say such idiotic words!

"Mexico can bring us more than $9 million in revenue every year." Robert Goizueta spoke, and everyone else fell silent.

As the president, when Robert took over Coca-Cola's market value was only 40 billion US dollars. From 1981 when he started to now, it has increased to 300 billion US dollars!
Ranked in the top six in the United States!

When you are competent, no one will make a noise when you speak.

"Victor has already given us two choices. Either cooperate obediently or get out of the Mexican market. Isn't the answer to this multiple-choice question obvious enough?"

"But sir, this destroys our interests in Mexico. We will lose a lot of money every year!"

"Then what do you say we should do? Overthrow Victor? We are businessmen, not politicians. We pursue money, not power. For us, making less money is also making money, but if we lose it, we will really have nothing."

Roberto Goizueta's remarks of "actively cooperating in being beaten" made several directors dissatisfied, but that was all they were allowed to do.

Just incompetent and furious.

"Trevino, please go to Tijuana for me and have a good talk with Governor Victor. We are willing to cooperate."

A director sitting at the edge nodded, looking bitter and resentful.

"If we give up some of our interests appropriately, we can get more...there is no end to making money." Robert Goizueta seemed to be talking to himself, but also like a reminder to everyone.

It’s hard to choose…

Some people are willing to back down, while others will naturally choose to fight harder.

On the 27th, a few hours after the American Medical Association announced the suspension of drug and raw material supplies to Mexico.

Northern Mexico Pharmaceutical Company is established!
It also directly announced that it would produce insulin on its own, and would cooperate with Indian pharmaceutical companies to mass-produce basic drugs, with prices nearly 70% cheaper than before!

Without American tariffs, Mexicans can afford medicine more.

He adopted an attitude of "I am using fake drugs, what can you do to me?" This made pharmaceutical companies so angry that they kept protesting, and many members of parliament who took the money also criticized his actions.

As for the anti-communist camp in Mexico, they kept licking the Americans, saying that they would continue to support genuine products and hoped that Victor would apologize.

As for Mexico City.

Some opposing voices gradually increased.

after all…

Victor really cut off a lot of people's financial resources!
Quan Xiaojiang is such an awesome guy, he weighed 120 kilograms when he entered the Sanqing Education Team, and weighed 2 kilograms including the box and the belt when he came out!

My name is really Doo Hwan, and the people were screaming when I beat them.

It also includes Bobo who is "too urbanized". How does the saying go?

You can't see Bobo without his glasses.

I can’t see Bobo with my glasses on!

Such a global environmentalist can be considered as Victor’s predecessor. In the past, when the owl’s ditty sounded, he would fall asleep for 24 hours.

If even such a powerful person has people who rebel against him, what about Latin America which has been "chaotic" since ancient times?
On the afternoon of the 27th, a group of people began to protest. They demanded new elections and believed that the current Mexico was a complete product of a tyrannical dictatorship!

They demanded that the defeated Institutional Party return to power.

Some people even threw dog shit at the National Palace!

In this situation, the so-called "opinion leaders" stood up. Popovic, a leader of the Institutional Party who was only 39 years old, sang "Mexicans, Respond to the Call to Arms" surrounded by everyone. This is the national anthem and the battle horn.

Under such circumstances, he was able to gather hundreds of thousands of people.

Popovich's photos and information were also sent to Victor's office as soon as possible.

Click~
A fat man appeared on the projector.

Fatso! (So is the author).

Agustin Przewczyr pointed at it with a stick in his hand and said, "Popovich, male, 39 years old, born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, leader of the Mexican Institutional Party, son of former leader Bolivia Odysseus, graduated from Sciences Po in Paris, served as president of the Mexican department of Schiff after graduation, entered politics in 1983, and served as a member of the Guadalajara Congress."

"Another one with a foreign background who ran back." Victor couldn't help but speak when he heard this.

What do people who have lived abroad since childhood know?
He talks a lot about morality and human rights, but when asked how to solve the problem, he has only one answer: let the Mexicans play freely.

But what will the Mexicans achieve in the end?
Play as a drug dealer!
If we don't rely on the use of force to "guide", we will only go further and further astray.

"Now the voices calling for new elections are getting louder and louder..."

"Where is the main one?"

Agustin Przewczyr: "Inside Mexico City."

"Is there no one causing trouble in our territory? It seems that they also know my temper." Victor was still very satisfied.

There are still many people who know the times.

"Then let him choose. He likes playing house, so let him play by himself. Apart from the Governor's Mansion in the north and the drug dealers' territory in the south, how many other territories can he control?"

There are 32 states in Mexico. If both sides split the two states, you can play whatever you want with the central states.

Anyway, Victor needs some time to recuperate.

Just treat it as a buffer zone between the north and the south.

"When children make trouble, they always like to use their loud voices. What's the use of having a loud voice? When you come out to do something, you have to rely on your strength..."

“What about Mexico City?”

Victor sat up straight, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Where I am, that's the authentic Mexico!"

Augustin Przewczynski understood.

Throw it to them to play!

It's useless and no tax can be collected.

After the drug dealers in the south rebelled, Mexico's tax revenue plummeted, and the government ignored you when you supported them...

And they often cause trouble.

Now the development is not as good as Tijuana.

Just play by yourself, don't bring them along.

Victor plans to let the Institutional Party play on its own, that would be really fun, Victor in northern Mexico, the Institutional Party veterans in the center, and the drug dealers below.

The nominal boss of the southern drug dealers is still Cardenas' son, and Cardenas was once a big boss of the Institutional Party!
Will the two sides cooperate?

No, no no.

In Victor's opinion, they will be caught in a power struggle. Popovich will not give up the power he has "fought" for with great difficulty. There are more than 3 Mexican government troops in several nearby states.

Either cooperate against Victor, or fight each other.

Either way, there was nothing to lose for Victor.

Digest the internal structure first. You've taken too big a step and may have some problems.

"Appropriate compromise is the best way to divert conflicts. If Popovich wants to take office smoothly, then we will give him a big gift."

Augustin Przewczyr's eyes flashed.

The cunning fox began to set a trap for the rabbit.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the intelligence chief walked out. A soldier outside leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, "I know."

"General."

"Hmm? Any new news?"

"A group of European royal families and government officials plan to hold a meeting in London to discuss how to impose sanctions on us. It is currently known that eight royal families have confirmed that they will participate."

Augustin Przewczyr, "This information came from the KGB."

"The old remnants of the era are planning to make a comeback?!"

Victor narrowed his eyes. He was already very troubled by some things happening in the country and was in a bad mood. Now there was a group of people outside who kept criticizing him. Was there anything wrong with his anti-drug efforts?
Is it wrong to defend national interests?

"It's like the United Nations formed by our enemies."

"We are all trapped in a cage by the inherent rules of this world. If we obey them, we live; if we disobey them, we die."

"They like to criticize us from a high ground just because they have eaten a few more years!"

Victor dropped the cigarette in his hand and sat up straight. The shadow of half of the projector's face appeared on the wall. "Who are they?"

"They like to gather together? Then give them some real shock!"

"Then let London fall!"

...

1991 2 Month 28 Day.

It started to drizzle.

The commander of the front-line troops found Zolf Sherman and asked him if he wanted to continue the mission.

"Raining? If it rains, we won't fight? Even if it rains knives, we have to fight!"

"Yes, sir!"

The rain was getting heavier. The adjutant next to him wanted to hold an umbrella for Zolf Sherman, but he pushed it away and said, "I have fought with the general in many battles and have seen all kinds of scenes. You still need to hold an umbrella when it rains. You are a womanizer. One of my soldiers is still getting wet in the rain. I will just stand there and watch them get on the plane."

The adjutant quietly put away the umbrella.

Bang~
There was a crisp sound, as if something rolled to his feet.

He looked down and saw it was a pocket watch.

He bent down to pick it up, and when he opened it, he saw a photo inside, a photo of a girl, smiling happily and pointing with her fingers. "Very pretty girl, what's your name, Lieutenant?" Zolf Sherman said to the lieutenant in front of him who was a little at a loss.

"Engels."

The other person was not very old, only about 20 years old. When he heard this, he smiled foolishly.

"girlfriend?"

"Ok!"

"When you come back, I will help you find a wife, and then I will host your wedding." Zolf Sherman said as he helped him adjust his parachute and patted him on the shoulder.

The second lieutenant was so excited when his leader patted him on the shoulder that he saluted in surprise.

“They are all a bunch of young and energetic young people.”

The transport plane slid slowly.

The second lieutenant sitting at his seat took out his pocket watch, looked at his girlfriend's smile on it, and a moment of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"I will definitely come back with the most dazzling military medal to marry you!"

Zolf Sherman stood below and watched the plane soar into the sky!

Transport planes took off from several coastal airports.

Take advantage of the night!

Head straight to your destination.

2:15 am!
People are in a state of confusion.

ding dong~
A warning sound rang out in the cabin, and the entire city was dyed red.

"Okay! Boys, below is San Benedicto Island, check your equipment!" A major stood up, clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"The general and the people are watching us!"

"I am a warrior sent from heaven, and we will defeat the invasion on Mexican territory!"

The cabin door slowly opened.

"Victor bless you!" The captain's voice also rang out at this moment.

The wind is blowing hard outside!
There was only the moonlight reflected on the sea, but looking down from that high place would make people with acrophobia and vertigo feel dizzy.

Not everyone can be a paratrooper.

The Il-76 not far away has opened its rear hatch, and tanks and armored vehicles can be seen starting to airdrop!
"Down! Down! Down!" The major pushed a captain standing in the front. The latter took a deep breath, pulled up his tactical glasses, and jumped down!

Have you ever seen a paratrooper at 2 a.m.?
At this time, a song "Voice of Berlin" should be played.

Umbrella flowers all over the sky are floating down in the dark night!
Compared with daytime skydiving, this type of night skydiving has reduced visibility and obstructed vision, which increases the risk of misjudgment of terrain and topography.

But as the motto of the Royal Mexican Airborne Cavalry Regiment in camp goes: Paratroopers! Enjoy the danger!
Nearly a thousand paratroopers challenge their limits!

boom!
One T-72 tank was unlucky and was blown by the wind along with a dozen paratroopers directly into the sea. The parachute cloth was soaked with water and became extremely heavy, which immediately pushed the people into the water.

But at night, it would be difficult to spot the people landing, and even if they were spotted, there would be no time to rescue them.

The first soldier to come down bent his feet, slid for a distance, took out a dagger to cut the rope, and lowered the monocular night vision goggles on his helmet.

Tsk tsk…

Victor is really willing to "spend points". This set of paratroopers is equivalent to three army soldiers.

As expected, the Air Force is rich, the Navy is foreign, and the Army is just a bunch of old-fashioned people...

The first soldier to come down jumped onto the BMD-1 airborne combat vehicle and started the battle directly.

The Spanish Foreign Legion stationed on the island of San Benedicto could not have expected that there would be guests coming so late at night!
You don't sleep at night?

But they were no ordinary people. When the alarm sounded suddenly, the soldiers who were sleeping in their clothes immediately got up, picked up the weapons at the bedside and ran out of the makeshift cave.

If you have good eyesight and look under the moonlight, you can see a dense group of people rushing out like ants!
The tracks of the BMD-1 airborne combat vehicle charged recklessly on the island. As a support weapon, its firepower was quite strong. It could fire a single shot from its 2A28 smoothbore cannon forward!
No matter what.

It's late at night, it all depends on luck!
The machine guns on both sides of the front of the vehicle fired at the Spanish Foreign Legion, and the artillery hidden on the mountainside had its cover lifted, and following the officers' orders, the artillery fired in unison!

Just bombard the Mexicans in front!

But the joy didn't last for many minutes.

A high-explosive armor-piercing rocket "stupidly" crashed into the artillery position, blowing up the people and horses inside...

The huge fireball exploded the shells, and the Spanish soldiers who were unable to dodge were torn to pieces.

A white man from the Spanish Foreign Legion was burned to death and turned into a black man...

Not far away, two Mexican paratroopers dropped their RPG-29s, which are nicknamed "vampires" in the West and are specifically used to attack tanks.

NMD, they really brought all kinds of weapons.

Afraid of insufficient firepower.

They raised their guns and rushed to another place.

Of course, where the paratroopers land is random, it's not a beach landing.

Many people were "lucky" and fell on the back mountain, and then they were hit from behind.

"Where are the enemies! Where are the enemies!" The Spanish Foreign Legion commander took off his clothes and ran into the temporary command post in a slightly embarrassed manner.

There is no doubt that the soldiers of the Spanish Foreign Legion are very fierce. Their combat effectiveness has been tested. Unlike the famous French "Foreign Legion", most of this army is Spanish, with only about 1/4 foreigners. While these people receive generous treatment, they also undertake the most difficult and dangerous tasks. They charge at the front during the attack and cover the rear during the retreat. Therefore, this legion has developed an extremely cruel, fierce, and brave fighting style.

but!

The Spanish Foreign Legion mutinied.

They became a tool for Franco to maintain his rule and started a notorious rebellion in Monaco.

Many people in the country have heard this name.

It’s like a certain simple village was so scared when they heard the name Bobo.

Later, after Carlos came to power, in order to prevent such "rebellion" from happening again, the cabinet held on to power tightly and let all kinds of demons and monsters in.

Naturally, the combat effectiveness has decreased a lot compared to decades ago.

But I can still hold on!

"The Mexicans have airdropped!" the adjutant in the command post said in a deep voice, "The number is unknown, but it should not be many. There are also armored vehicles, and they are advancing relatively quickly."

"Let's fire flares. They like to hide, so let's make them show up. I don't believe that the Mexicans are tigers with wings and can't fly over here." The legion commander swallowed.

After all, he graduated from a regular military academy, so he is not a fool.

"Captain, I don't think the Mexicans can be that stupid. They must have other support forces."

"You mean at sea?"

The head of the regiment had a serious expression and his eyebrows jumped. "Have you applied to the patrolling warships at sea to blockade the sea area? Have you contacted the aircraft carrier formation?"

"No...no, I asked the people at home, and they told us to wait for news, but...I always have a bad feeling." The adjutant said with a gloomy face.

They were on the island, and there were few channels over the Pacific Ocean, so they couldn't receive much useful information. It was too easy to hide it from them.

What would happen if the soldiers on the Revillagigedo Islands found out?
Hearing the adjutant's words, the legion commander took a deep breath, his breathing a little hurried, took out a spray from his pocket, and started spraying it hard into his mouth. The adjutant hurriedly helped him sit down.

"It's okay, my asthma is acting up."

The adjutant didn't say anything. Didn't he know whether he had asthma or not?
Just taking drugs!

I was just fucking addicted.

That spray is the latest drug from a company in Medellin, Colombia, and it contains ketamine.

The boss is taking drugs!
The highest commander of the Spanish Foreign Legion is actually a drug addict.

Hey…

This "unsinkable aircraft carrier" and "sea kingdom" will have to wait at least a few hundred years to restore its glory.

"Keep calling. We must know the exact location of the aircraft carrier."

"understand!"

On the back side of San Benedicto Island, four or five figures were running in the darkness. They were unlucky and fell directly into the sea not far away. They had to struggle to climb out.

I couldn't tell east from west, south from north, and could only follow the sound of gunfire.

The leader was Lieutenant Engels, who had the highest military rank and was patted on the shoulder by Zoelf Sherman.

"and many more!"

He was walking in the front with a gun in hand. Suddenly, he stopped and signaled everyone to stop. He looked around vigilantly. The night vision goggles of several people were not working and they could not see clearly at all.

Engels felt his way around a big tree, and suddenly!
He felt a face appear in front of him. The two people were so close that he could feel each other's breath.

boom!
"Spanish!!!"

"Mexican bastard!!!"

Neither side knew who shouted in such unison.

Engels felt the muzzle of his gun being pulled hard by someone, and then the other party hit him with a heavy hammer, knocking him back a few steps, but he still subconsciously grabbed the other party's clothes and pulled him to the ground.

Completely ignoring the pain in their chests, the two men beat each other!

But it was obvious that the Spaniard was stronger. He grabbed Engels' neck with his backhand and squeezed it hard, trying to kill him.

The latter pounded the other's ribs with his fists!

The severe pain made him let go.

Engels pounced forward, stabbing his fingers everywhere and biting everywhere with his teeth like a shrew in a fight, and blood mixed with mud seeped into his nasal cavity.

The two men tumbled and one of them fell into a pit without paying attention. Both of them were dizzy. Engels felt like his whole body was falling apart, but he still endured the pain, found a stone on the ground, and smashed it on the other's head.

Bang!
Very crisp skull.

Kennedy certainly wasn't so loud at the time.

"Ah!!" The other party also got angry. The fear of death made him angry. He also hit Engels' head with a stone. However, he had a helmet...

After a few minutes, the huge physical exertion made both sides gasp for breath.

Engels raised his hand ferociously and smashed it hard!
The opponent's body stiffened and he fell heavily to the ground.

Engels also fell weakly beside Spain, gasping for breath.

huh~
huh~
A few sounds!

The sky was illuminated brightly.

Engels's face was bruised and swollen, covered with dirt and blood, and several of his teeth were missing.

"The sky... is so beautiful."

"Second Lieutenant! Second Lieutenant!" The Mexican soldiers also dealt with the others and lay on top of them, shouting in panic.

"Don't shout, I... am not dead yet. Rest for a while, rest for a while." Engels replied weakly.

Hearing his voice, the soldiers above breathed a sigh of relief.

It's reassuring to have officers around.

Otherwise, the soldiers wouldn’t know where to run.

After resting for more than ten minutes, the young man regained his strength, but he felt a little exhausted.

"Second Lieutenant, there seems to be an enemy machine gun position ahead."

Engels wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's go! Kill them!"

……

(End of this chapter)