Working as a police officer in Mexico.
Chapter 349 Women are poison, you’ll want more after eating them!
Chapter 349 Women are poison, you’ll want more after eating them!
Of course Israeli women were circumcised!
This bad habit exists in 27 countries around the world.
Including YSL sect and the original Christian sect.
What does this mean?
Jesus is divided into three parts, brothers!
Paul Emil knew that this was not an ordinary matter, so he quickly reported it.
In a small villa in Morelia.
Casare's eyelids drooped and he looked a little tired.
During the war, two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.
What a hassle it is to clean up.
After the war, the city must be disinfected and the corpses must be burned immediately, otherwise, people will get sick.
If it spreads, the entire army may be wiped out. A similar problem occurred on the front line of World War I.
Later, the "famous anti-Japanese general" Mori Ogai during World War II also became famous because of beriberi.
It is easy to blow it up, but it is more troublesome to rebuild it.
I haven't closed my eyes for more than 2 days.
Jason Bourne brought him a midnight snack and looked at Casare, who had lost a lot of weight. "Take a rest."
"The boss asked me to stay in Morelia, so I have to do my best. Otherwise, how can I live up to the boss's high expectations?" Casare shook his head, his voice a little hoarse. "The city is short of food and medicine, and some people will definitely be restless. We must maintain local law and order, and kill anyone who shows up!"
It was obvious that Casare had grown a lot, and there was some dignity in his words.
Jason Bourne nodded slightly.
Morelia has a population of nearly 30. If you are not careful, everything will be lost.
Fortunately, the follow-up troops are on the way to support. Once the people arrive, no matter what kind of monsters you are, you will all have to believe in Victor.
Casare picked up the midnight snack next to him and was about to take a bite when he heard messy and uneasy footsteps outside, and then saw Manstein in military uniform trotting in.
He put the midnight snack down again.
"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked a little nervously.
"Some soldiers found Mossad in the slums. A gunfight broke out, killing one person and capturing another alive. There was also a nearby garrison map, which also recorded in detail the configuration of the Fourth Battalion..."
"Are you saying there's a traitor among us?!" Jason Bourne said with a frown.
"impossible!"
Before Manstein could speak, Casare waved his hand and said, "The Fourth Battalion has made outstanding contributions and fought in many battles. The members are extremely loyal to the general and there is no way there would be a traitor. Don't say this and don't let the brothers down."
Manstein's expression relaxed slightly.
Nothing happened when Rommel was in power. But if he came to power and there were traitors within the group, would he still have the shame to tell others about it?
Jason Bourne took a glance and immediately understood, "That means Mossad's informants are hiding in the city. Those rats who dig tunnels are the best at hiding."
"Pass on my order. The martial law in the whole city will be tightened. No one is allowed to enter or leave the city..." Casare paused. He wanted to gather the Jews together, but he thought that doing so might cause trouble.
The last person who did this committed suicide.
If they continue like this, the pressure of public opinion will completely crush Mexico.
After all, it has been less than 50 years since World War II, and many people have witnessed that catastrophe with their own eyes.
Casare has Victor to back him up, but he's not willing to shit in his mouth.
There are approximately 7 Jews in Mexico, but...these people are all wealthy and have great influence in many places, even within the government system.
The relationship with drug dealers and local gangs is also unclear.
Casare still remembers clearly that his family originally lived in Baja California. There was a local Jewish councilman who ran for mayor. There were more than 20 people in total, and in the end he was the only one left.
He didn't go into detail about the problem here, but how could there be no trick?
"Morelia is the capital of Michoacan State. We must not allow chaos. A city-wide reward is offered. Anyone who sees a suspicious individual can report to the soldiers on the scene. The maximum reward is 2 US dollars!"
"Also, the living spy must be interrogated thoroughly!"
We must mobilize the power of the people.
Let those spies have nowhere to hide.
Manstein nodded and grinned, "I'm going to interrogate that bastard right now and make sure he lives a life worse than death!"
"The bigger the territory, the more complicated the things, the more chaotic the personnel, and we will be busy in the future." Casare sighed, rubbed his face vigorously, and cheered up again, "So we have to help the boss share the burden. A happy life is hard to come by. If anyone dares to mess around, let them die!"
There was also a hint of murderous intent in what he said.
People who have never been to Mexico really don’t know the living conditions of the local civilians. Many travel bloggers say how wonderful Mexico is, with beautiful scenery, good food, and polite people, but what the hell does this have to do with those ordinary people?
Mexico's crime rate score is 7.57, making it the third highest crime rate country in the world. Myanmar ranks first with 8.15, followed by Colombia with 7.75!
It is also one of the countries with the highest number of homicides.
Even the number of deaths between 1987 and 1990 exceeded the number of deaths in the Afghanistan War, and these were all homicides.
What is Victor doing?
Rebuilding the Olmec Civilization!
A hundred years later, he still deserves to be respectfully called: Father of the Nation!
Casare's requirements were not high. After his death, others could give his sculpture a thumbs up and say something about his bravery.
Therefore, whoever dares to drag Mexico back into the abyss is his own enemy!
America? Israel? Or some shit like Haiti…
Beat to death with random punches!
Someone has to do this earth-shaking feat, why can't it be the boss!
...
"I want to see the general, I want to see the governor!"
In a large plaza in Tijuana.
Customs Director Edison Michael Flores had his limbs bound by ropes and the other ends tied to a Humvee.
Below are the agency personnel who were called in to watch the execution.
Goebbels took the indictment and accused him of the crimes.
"He embezzled more than 120 kilograms of gold, 600 million U.S. dollars, 80 Hong Kong dollars, and 120 million British pounds, and provided drug dealers with smuggling channels. His crimes are extremely serious and he was sentenced to death after being tried by the court!"
"Execution!"
Edison Michael Flores yelled, "Victor, I hate you! You will die, Victor!!!"
Boom, boom, boom, the accelerator was stepped on, and the deafening sound immediately covered its roar, and finally pulled in all directions.
Tsk tsk tsk…
Whenever Shang Yang saw this, he would have to say, "What a play."
The blood splattered onto the staff members at the front, and a woman fainted on the spot.
Everyone else was trembling with fear.
"You must know our bottom line. Those who collude with drug dealers will die!" Goebbels shouted.
"Disband!"
The people below were taken away by their respective leaders.
Goebbels looked at them with a sneer, these meat eaters always think they can do anything, let you know, the general dares to kill anything.
He turned and looked at the body with disgust.
"Pack it up and feed it to the dog."
Even after death, he was fed to the dogs. It was obvious that Victor hated Flores so much that he didn't want to give him the last bit of dignity.
And at this time, Emperor Wei.
Did not go to the ceremony.
He has been in a bad mood recently and feels thrilling.
A small drag race actually led to a smuggling case that shocked the whole country. A total of 231 people were arrested, 78 of whom were sentenced to death, and the rest were all sent to labor reform. The General Administration of Customs and border inspection stations are the focus.
Victor plans to have these two places directly managed by the military, and the mayor of the Marine Corps stationed there will also serve as the director of the border inspection agency.
Some people from within the military were also pulled in. It was said that many low-level officers and soldiers received dividends. Kennedy, the number one figure in the military, was so angry that his mouth was crooked.
These people were also tried and sent directly to prison according to the severity of their crimes.
Victor also realized that Latin Americans have a natural talent for crime, and that they must be strictly managed even after joining the military. So he set up a Military Management Office and transferred Marcus Phoenix, who was originally from the Anti-Drug and Anti-Terrorism Team, to serve as the director.
The Internal Affairs Bureau has set up the Internal Affairs Investigation Section, also known as the Economic Crime Section, to keep an eye on those bureaucrats and put a tight rein on them!
Victor has to tell everyone that merits are merits and faults are faults. We are a regular army, not some warlords from the old times!
If you make a mistake, you get beaten.
As for some people thinking so?
You are dishonest and indecent, so I will make you decent!
It is obvious that everything is clear from top to bottom.
He put down the pen and pinched his nose bridge, which was a little sore. Being the boss was not that easy. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was busy all day long.
"General, there's news from Brazil." George Smiley, who was temporarily taking over the intelligence department, trotted in.
"They will send personnel to discuss the action against transnational drug trafficking organizations. Vice President Pedro will lead the team, and the entourage will include the leaders of the Brazilian BOPE special police force and other anti-drug forces."
"What about other countries?" Victor asked with a happy face.
"Colombia did not respond, Cuba and Venezuela agreed to participate, but Chile, Argentina, Guatemala, Nicaragua and Costa Rica all made it clear that they would not participate."
Victor is an idealist with Latin American characteristics. Many people call him a leftist. In this land occupied by drugs, hegemony and injustice, he still has the courage to fight.
But he also knew that it takes three to make a hero, and fighting alone could easily lead to sudden death.
He plans to hold the "First World Anti-Drug Conference" in Tijuana to discuss the problem of drug abuse with everyone.
So he asked people to find some countries that were severely affected by drugs and contacted many countries in Latin America, but it seemed that they were still afraid of the power of the United States.
'We've had people in the East asking us about this, too...' said George Smiley.
Victor hesitated and shook his head. "We are too close to the United States. Let's not provoke them over this kind of thing."
"It's okay. Although there are only a few of us now, justice will definitely belong to us. In the future, the team will get bigger and bigger. Let's set the date on May 5th. There is still a month to prepare. We must ensure that the conference goes smoothly. Those drug dealers must make some noise to show them who is the real boss in Mexico."
George Smiley nodded vigorously.
He also knew that this anti-drug conference was an important way for the northern government to spread its influence abroad. If the conference was ruined by drug dealers, Victor would be rubbing his head on the ground.
I'm going to lose all my face.
There must be a lot of people waiting to watch the fun.
But we can't let those people get what they want.
"You are fully responsible for this matter. I believe you will not let me down."
George Smiley's face was excited. "Loyalty!"
Victor repeated his instructions twice, then changed the subject and asked about the "London drug dealers' gathering".
"Hydra has already infiltrated. Make sure to give them some physical shock!" George Smiley's tone was ruthless, and his eyes flashed with determination.
Victor took the Camel cigarettes and handed one to the other person. George Smiley hesitated but took it with both hands.
The former helped to fuel his anger by saying, "This is none of our business. Let someone write a condemnation article. When the incident happens, we will also issue a condemnation."
What does Hydra’s doing have to do with me, Victor?
Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.
Victor let out a breath and looked into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling window, as if he had already witnessed a good show.
...
London, England.
The streets were decorated with lights and banners.
Although the government did not support the so-called "conference", it did not oppose it either. After all, they are the royal family and they have to give them face.
However, when she saw the attendees, the sick Iron Lady was so angry that she told the reporters, "What are these? Drug dealers? Gangsters? This is just a clown game!"
In an Italian restaurant.
Playing music softly.
But there were quite a few men in black suits sitting in the restaurant, looking around vigilantly, and in the corner sat two men, who looked like father and son.
"I've told you many times not to make any noise while eating." Francesco Petrarch, an older man, frowned and looked at his son in front of him.
This man with the same name as the father of the Renaissance is no simple person.
The leader of the Camorra in Naples and the head of the Italian Mafia, this gang may be unknown to many people, let’s put it this way…
Its headquarters, Scampia, is the largest market for contraband trafficking in the world, no doubt about it!
The toxic fertilizer landfill controlled by the gang is nearly 15000 meters deep, and Mount Everest is only 8840 meters. The local cancer rate has increased by 20%. Therefore, Camorra is also a "favorite" subordinate of American and European pharmaceutical tycoons.
But if you only deal in black gold, then of course no one will value you, and a chamber pot will only be a chamber pot.
Under the leadership of the new speaker Francesco Petrarch, they began to contact the government. When he first came to power, he went against all odds and used Camorra funds to sponsor the construction of the Twin Towers in New York!
They funded several important projects, including those in Italy.
Now, rather than calling them gangs, it would be more accurate to say that they are... committing crimes under orders!
It will also help the Italian government crack down on other gangs.
Hearing his words, his son laughed awkwardly and didn't dare to say anything more. His father would really beat him, and he had never had a rebellious period since he was a child.
He could only change the topic to the Iron Lady, "That woman has already retired, but she's still talking so much nonsense!"
Francesco Petrarch deadpanned, "Everyone can express their opinions. We can't shut them up. We have to learn to listen. Of course, you can treat her as a fart."
If this was in Naples, he wouldn't say that, after all, it's not his territory.
"Keep quiet for a while and don't cause trouble for me."
"I know, I know." The son nodded hurriedly, looking outside, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by a blonde girl passing by.
main…
X00X big!
That's really big.
At least 36E!
And she was the wife he liked.
The other person was wearing very cool clothes. When he passed by the restaurant, he took a look inside. They happened to touch each other and the girl smiled at him.
It immediately hooked the young man's soul.
My butt can't bear it anymore, I want to strike up a conversation, but...
He glanced at his father in front of him and shrank his head.
But I don’t know if it was God helping him. At this moment, the younger brother came over with the phone and handed it to Francesco Petrarch. The other party picked up the phone, said a few words and stood up.
"I have a meeting tonight, you can..."
"I can take care of myself," he said quickly.
"Don't get me into trouble!" Francesco Petrarch gave repeated instructions and left with his men, but still left bodyguards for his son.
Camorra has too many enemies, and you never know what will happen.
After the other party left, Giada Petrarch ran out impatiently, looked at the girl in the distance, and approached her lustfully.
Young man, is X that fun?
Poisonous!
……
(End of this chapter)
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