Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 348 Mossad is like a troublemaker!
The Internal Affairs Bureau interrogated Flores overnight, and of course they used some tricks to make the other party shout.

"I shed my blood for the Governor, I died for Mexico, you can't do this to me!"

George Smiley rushed to Victor's villa, and the security outside was very strict.

Joseph Joffre came out and looked at him. "Why are you here so late?"

"I have an urgent intelligence report."

"Open the door!"

The bodyguard opened the door a crack and let him in.

Joseph Joffre led him through the deep courtyard, where he could see the barking bulldog pacing restlessly in its cage.

Even George Smiley didn't dare to look around, holding his breath for fear of taking the wrong road.

The two men walked into the house and went upstairs. The captain of the guards knocked gently on the door.

Victor was a light sleeper. "Who?"

"General, George Smiley has something important to report."

There was the sound of someone putting on clothes from inside. After a while, Victor opened the door with red and swollen eyes.

The sleep quality seems not very good.

"Thank you for coming here so late." Victor smiled and patted the other person's shoulder.

George Smiley felt warm and awkward inside.

You see, this is what a leader is. He won't think that you are looking for trouble late at night, but will think that you work hard. Although a few words verbally may not have any real benefit, it is heartwarming.

It is said that Masao Takagi from South Korea had a very bad temper when waking up. Why was he killed by Kim Jae-gyu?

In addition to the story of competing for favor, there is also a saying that Takagi Masao woke up the other party many times during his tenure as intelligence minister, and cursed at him every time he woke up.

This made him very dissatisfied, so he quit.

'For Mexico, for the General!' cried George Smiley.

Victor smiled and led them to the living room downstairs. He asked someone to pour a few cups of coffee, sat on the sofa, and started talking about business while smoking a cigarette.

"The Internal Affairs Investigation Division arrested Customs Director Flores, and we learned from him about a transnational smuggling network."

“Smuggling includes arms, human organs, trafficking of women and drugs!”

"Most of the drugs were shipped out through him by drug dealers in the South."

Victor raised his eyebrows, took the confession document handed over by the other party, and glanced at it carefully.

"What a guts!" He cursed, feeling so angry that his liver ached.

The General Administration of Customs itself is a lucrative department, and by sending Flores there, he also intends to promote him.

Flores was right. When attacking the Tijuana drug cartel, he fought bravely. He rushed into a building where the drug dealers were located with a machine gun and blew up the machine gun position inside.

Back then, he was also a spirited fighting hero.

This…

How long has it been since you've fallen to working for drug dealers?
shocking!

According to the confession submitted above, Flores has made more than a hundred transports for drug traffickers since he became the Director General of Customs!

It also includes helping to purchase drugs from the north and transport them to the south, handing them over to the army, and then having the border guards hand them over to drug dealers.

Seeing the army involved, Victor's anger exploded, and he laughed out loud, "It seems that the drug dealers' money is more attractive than my money."

"Fuck!" He kicked over the coffee table in front of him, "Shoot him!"

"If Flores is not killed, the people's anger will not be appeased. Cut him into pieces!"

Captain Joffre and George Smiley shuddered.

"General, this... this Director Flores has no credit but he has worked hard. This... will this dismemberment happen?"

"Just because you have made contributions, you can live a life of luxury? Just because you have made contributions, you can go along with drug dealers? This is the front line of drug control, not a place to get rich and get promoted!"

"Everything is fine before you collude with drug dealers. If you get involved with drug dealers, you are an enemy, an opponent, and a traitor!"

"Call Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and have him and Ludendorff come over, as well as any other important departments."

Joseph Joffre nodded quickly and ran out to make a phone call.

George Smiley felt a little uneasy, even though he was known as a well-known gangster outside.

But in front of Victor, he still didn't dare to breathe heavily.

I didn't expect that the general hated drug dealers so much. It's over, another group of people are going to be in trouble.

Just when George Smiley felt a little bit of prickly heat on his butt and was about to pee, finally, he heard chaotic footsteps outside.

A group of senior officials ran in.

They all looked nervous, and it looked like they had been pulled out of their beds.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and the others saw the gloomy look on the general's face, and they kept the words on their lips and dared not say more.

He could only look at George Smiley, who also stood up with a hint of uneasiness.

A group of big guys just stood there and got scolded quietly.

"I didn't expect that after all my efforts to crack down on drug dealers, in the end, the drug dealers are actually among us. Look, George, show them what kind of bastards I have." Victor finally spoke. Although he was still angry, he relieved the pressure on everyone's shoulders.

Chief of Staff General Horatio took Flores' investigation report, took a look at it and suddenly understood.

No wonder he was so angry!
If it were me, I would explode too.

"This matter needs to be thoroughly investigated. No matter who is behind this, we must investigate it and shoot anyone caught!"

Is there anyone in the North with a bigger background than Victor?
"Goebbels, you are responsible for investigating the internal officials. Horatio, you take people to inspect the various troops and arrest them for me according to the list. I want to see how many people in my anti-drug team have been bribed."

This actually has little to do with whether Victor uses points to exchange for people or not.

The replaced person can at most guarantee absolute loyalty to Victor, but many of his personalities, ways of dealing with things, and approaches to life are different.

In other words, it has emotions and is not just a "machine".

Corruption is a thing...

Can’t be killed.

Horatio glanced at the others and straightened up, "Yes, General!"

Victor's cheeks began to bulge as he smoked, and from the speed at which he smoked, it could be seen that he was not in a stable mood.

……

Morelia, the slums!

Captain Paul Emil von Lettow-Vorbeck, smoking a cigarette, stepped on a man's head. The man's limbs were chopped off and even a layer of his scalp was pulled out.

He was surrounded by many fully armed Northern soldiers, and in front of him stood many poor people, looking at him with fear in their eyes.

"Who knows this man?" Paul Emil asked, his voice not loud enough for everyone to hear.

No one stood up.

"Very good, I appreciate your unity." He smiled and nodded, leaning forward, his expression slightly gloomy, "But this person dared to attack us, you know our rules, those who don't obey..."

He paused, "Kill them all!"

Slums are the toughest part of every city.

It's not discrimination against the poor. Of course, rich people also commit crimes, but the poor only have one life left, and what they often commit are murder, drug trafficking, smuggling and other activities.

And they all have weapons in their hands.

Quite fierce.

Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.

"If you behave, this $100 will be his." Paul Emil took out a banknote from his pocket and said.

"Does anyone know?"

The group was quiet and kept their heads down.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me back!" Paul Emil snorted coldly, pulled the bolt, and shot at a tattooed burly man standing in the front.

boom!
The hit on the head was a direct blow.

People with tattoos are not necessarily bad people, but good people definitely don't have tattoos. "Ready!" He raised his hand, and the heavy machine gun on the Humvee behind him loaded bullets.

"Don't shoot, sir. I'll tell you, I'll tell you." An old man with a hunched back stood up.

"Lindero, you old fool..." Someone started cursing when he saw him stand up.

Paul Emil glanced and saw four or five soldiers rushing out from behind him. They rudely pulled out the person who was speaking. He was a disabled person with a broken arm.

He had a fierce face and didn't look like a good guy. When he was dragged out, he was still cursing, "Victor's running dog, you will not die well. I curse you to be shot to death!!"

Peng!
The soldier next to him picked up the butt of his rifle and smashed it at the man, knocking him to the ground. A group of soldiers then beat him up and killed him.

running dog?

Some people want to be one, but they’re not even damn qualified!
"Take your time to talk. We in the Northern Army are very friendly to those who cooperate with us. As long as you don't sell drugs, everything is easy to deal with." Paul Emil said to the old man with a gentle expression.

"He...he is Santos from the Michoacan family. I have met him. He is responsible for collecting protection fees in our area and forcing us to do some shady business for them. We are all forced, sir." The old man Lindro cried and knelt on the ground.

Captain Paul Emil squinted his eyes and looked up at the slum. In the darkness, it seemed like a monster was devouring everyone.

He helped the old man up and patted him on the shoulder. "You will be in charge of the slums from now on. First of all, drug trafficking, drug transportation, drug production and drug use are not allowed. This is the bottom line."

"Other crimes are not allowed. When the Governor's Office sends a mayor, we will help you get into the factory, send your children to school, and enjoy the same welfare benefits as other northern states. But if anyone disobeys, the Northern Army will be here in an instant!"

"This is an opportunity, don't waste it."

"I'll be stationed here for the time being. You can call me if you need anything."

The population of Morelia's slums is relatively small, less than 100,000.

A complex relationship.

To some high-ranking officials and capitalists, these lower-class people are of no value and worth nothing, but to Victor, they are all potential for war.

Victor is here to liberate these people oppressed by drug dealers.

Their children would become soldiers and provide labor for the factories.

With 1.3 million people, Mexico's population ranks 10th in the world!
This is not a small amount at all.

There is a lot of potential to be tapped.

I don't know how the previous government managed to turn a region with strategic depth, a large population base, and a damn port into one of the most dangerous regions in the world.

Even if you release a dog, it will at least howl a few times.

The old man nodded tremblingly. Paul Emil said something in his ear, and the other man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The captain smiled and nodded.

The old man's expression changed immediately. He suddenly jumped behind him and pointed at a tall man hiding in the crowd. "He is from the Albert drug trafficking family!"

The other party's face changed and he ran away, but he didn't run far before he was knocked to the ground by the soldiers.

He hugged his legs and started howling.

They were dragged out like a dead dog.

"Leandro!! Your whole family will die, die!" the drug dealer from the Albert family yelled.

This shitty family is actually just a small fry under the Michoacan family.

"Kill him." Captain Paul Emil pressed the pistol into his hand.

The old man swallowed, but was not afraid at all. He walked over and fired three shots at the other person's forehead!

Decisive, ruthless, and every shot is deadly.

Paul Emil looked at him deeply. It seemed that this old man was not a good person.

As expected, there are no good people in Mexico.

"I'll let the soldiers cooperate with you to find the criminals in the slums and get rid of them quickly." Paul Emil patted the old man's shoulder.

He actually just said that.

"Be obedient and I'll make sure your family is prosperous and wealthy. You don't want your whole family to be killed by drug dealers again."

The old man rebelled very quickly.

Loyalty was almost written on his forehead, and he nodded vigorously.

A chamber pot is "supported" to emerge from the slums. If it does a good job, he will continue to work. If it does not, he will be killed and replaced with another one.

As the economy develops, places like this will naturally disband.

Ultimately, it all comes down to economics.

Just as the old man and his men were going to cause trouble, Paul Emil was about to take a rest when a soldier came over and whispered something in his ear, then pointed at a young boy in the distance.

"Let him come over."

The soldier ran over and hooked his finger at him, and the child hurried over. He looked malnourished, but he was very clean and his clothes were patched.

"Where are your parents, kid?"

The boy shook his head calmly, "Dead."

Paul Emil frowned and squinted his eyes, "You are lying!"

"Why are your clothes so clean? You don't look like a kid from the slums."

The boy lowered his head and said, "My mother said, be clean and don't let others look down on you."

Paul Emil was immediately stuck and looked at the other party, "I heard that you have something to tell me."

The other party nodded and said, "I found a family in the slum that was very abnormal. They appeared and disappeared mysteriously. I also found that they had no garbage every day. This is not normal at all. I suspect there is something wrong with their family."

Paul Emil looked at him in surprise, "Your observation is very careful."

"The man of the house doesn't go to work every day, but his family never lacks money. I also saw his wife wearing a new coat. Although I don't know the price, it is definitely not cheap. People in the slums can't afford it at all."

Now Paul Emil also felt that there was a problem.

"where is it?"

"I'll take you there!" said the little boy and led the way. Paul Emil followed with a class.

I ran for a long time in the stinking ditch.

Just when he thought the other party was playing a trick on him, the child pointed to a building in the distance with lights on and said, "That's their home. They have booked all three floors."

"Go and see."

Three soldiers went up and knocked on the door. Paul Emil was watching from behind and saw that something was wrong. The lights were turned off immediately.

"Go in!" he shouted.

The corporal in front was startled and kicked the door over. Before he could stand firm, he saw a man appear at the stairs, holding an Uzi and shooting outside.

Chu Chu Chu!
One soldier failed to dodge and was shot to pieces.

"Flash bomb!" the corporal roared. The soldier next to him took out one and threw it out. There was a flash and a scream was heard from inside.

When I rushed in, I saw the man lying on the ground in pain, covering his eyes.

The corporal kicked the other man in the teeth angrily. The other man rushed upstairs and saw a woman holding a gun and screaming.

chug chug!
A volley of bullets shot out and turned it into a hornet's nest.

woman?

Women get shot more!

The corporal came up and turned on the light, and saw maps all around the walls, showing the deployment of troops in Tijuana, Morelia, and nearby areas.

Paul Emil followed and looked at the woman's body on the ground, frowning, "Take off her pants!"

Several soldiers looked at each other, and finally pulled down their pants with gritted teeth.

"Underwear too."

After everything was taken off, Paul Emil's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"Mossad!"

……

(End of this chapter)