Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 357 Chapter 356: Breaking Bad? ! !
What the hell is Da Moxing, Emperor Vic?

This behavior, which many people consider to be very "stupid", is very popular in Mexico, especially in the north.

Where was Mexico during the Olmec civilization?
You MD, there are wild big pants everywhere, and there are many people having sex everywhere, just like the Japanese, they are named after where they were born, for example, Jingkou, which means they were born by the well.

Although this kind of admonition seems to be pointless in the eyes of many elites.

But there are also people who smell something extraordinary here.

"Victor wants to be emperor!"

Under a parasol outside a cafe on the streets of Tijuana.

There were four or five people sitting there...with Southeast Asian faces.

A sturdy man with a scar on his face squinted his eyes, looked at the people walking in front of him, frowned and spoke fluent Thai. He wore a Buddha amulet around his neck, crossed his legs, and held a cigarette in his hand.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the man who was standing at the door of the cafe drinking coffee glanced at him and listened attentively.

"Proclaim yourself emperor? No way. What era is this? Is there still anyone trying to do this?" a companion said in astonishment.

"That man is very ambitious. He wants to crack down on drug dealers all over the world. He uses this behavior to win people's hearts. What about the beach stone man and even the reincarnation of a god? Don't you think it's all packaging?"

Hearing his companion's words, the scarred sturdy man laughed out loud, and the cigarette choked his trachea. "Victor can only be so powerful here. The Americans are just a paper tiger! If it were in the Golden Triangle, General Khun Sa would let him know what a real war is!"

The man who had been standing nearby and listening narrowed his eyes suddenly, and hurried back to the cafe, pointing at the Thai guy outside while the staff inside were busy making coffee.

The gang was still laughing when they saw three coffee shop staff members running out with guns pointing at them.

"That's them. They were talking about Khun Sa and drug trafficking!" The man pointed at them and said, "I understand Thai. I've done business in Thailand. They are Khun Sa's men in the Golden Triangle!"

"Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, get down!" The staff member who was labeled as the store manager shouted loudly while holding an MP5 submachine gun.

A group of Thai people:? ! ? ! ! !

The Drug Enforcement Administration runs a coffee shop?
NMD, a side job!

A Thai man grabbed the coffee and threw it at them, causing the coffee to splatter everywhere. He took the opportunity to run away!
But can you outrun a bullet?
chug chu...

The MP5 submachine gun fired a burst of bullets, entering from the back and exiting from the chest. The Thai guy staggered forward two steps and fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and twitching, blood spitting out of his mouth, and soon he couldn't move at all.

Seeing how decisive the other party was, the "leader" with a scar on his face also became decisive and immediately knelt down with his head in his hands.

It looks like…

He has also been in jail many times in Thailand.

But he still raised his head, with a tough look on his face: "Don't hit my face!"

"I XNM!"

The store manager raised his gun and smashed it towards the man's face!

...

Mexico city.

The National Palace symbolizes the highest position.

The 39-year-old Institutional Party leader Popovic is sitting in the coveted position!
When they returned to power, symbolic elections were held.

With almost all of his rivals in the party being taken down by Casare in one wave, he was able to win the election with a high vote of 97%. Of course, it would be wrong to say that he did not rely on any tricks at all.

His family is a famous aristocratic family in Mexico. His parents are both high-ranking officials, and even his grandfather was the governor of Sinaloa and once ran for president.

His identity is extremely complicated and he is also involved with local gangster drug dealers.

There was originally a second candidate for the election, but that person...suddenly disappeared the next day. The police couldn’t find him, and his entire family was missing. Perhaps, they were taken away by aliens.

Naturally, he won.

But Popovich was not happy at all. He sat in the chair in a daze. The cigarette in his hand slowly burned his hand. He shuddered in pain, shook his hand, frowned, looked at his burnt fingers, cursed, put it in the teacup, and said coldly.

"Brother! Brother!"

Just then, a man who looked very similar to Popovich but was younger ran in in a panic.

"I've told you so many times, in the National Palace, you have to call your position!" Popovich slammed the table angrily. He was already anxious, and seeing his brother so flustered, he felt even worse.

The man swallowed and shrank his head, holding the newspaper over and pointing to a piece of news.

"The United States will begin talks with northern Mexico on the peace process."

It also said that Donald Rumsfeld would bring people here to negotiate relations between the two sides.

"The United States intends to negotiate with the Northern Army. Then... our situation will be very awkward. This... is not a good thing for us."

"If the peace talks really progress, then we will have to listen to Victor in the future. Without the help of the Americans, we can't withstand the Northern army."

"Be quiet!"

The other party shut up immediately.

Popovich frowned, feeling that the other person was talking too much. He took the newspaper, read it from top to bottom, and finally looked at the publisher, which was The Washington Post.

His brows relaxed slightly and he suddenly smiled.

"Brother, it's already this late and you're still laughing?" said his younger brother Aldous Wendel anxiously.

"Sometimes you have to look at the essence of things, not the surface. The Washington Post is a semi-governmental newspaper. What do you think of its attitude in calling Tijuana "Mexico North"?

My brother shook his head with confused eyes.

Popovich sighed. His younger brother just liked to wield guns and knives. He had no political acumen at all and was just like a big fool.

"That means the United States also recognizes Southern Mexico and our Central PRI!"

"This...this, isn't it considered recognition that they helped me? And we occupied Mexico City, so we are the legitimate ones."

Popovich was still very patient. "It is impossible for the Americans to publicize their intention to split Mexico in the news media, but he can see their intentions from their words and actions. Talking about peace with the Northern Army is just on the surface. Politics is an art of compromise."

The younger brother, Aldous Wendell, suddenly realized, "I know, they are afraid that Victor will go crazy and launch missiles to attack them, so they dare not attack him openly, so they have to play both sides!"

Popovich's face twitched, and his chest suddenly felt oppressed. He pointed outside and said, "Get out of here!"

This brother must not be my biological brother.

Otherwise, why am I so smart, and the other party has no political sense at all!

Aldous Wendell laughed awkwardly, "Brother, what should we do? If we let Victor negotiate the peace process, his prestige will be even greater, and the blow to us will be even greater. Many people in Mexico City have also begun to make small moves. My intelligence department has captured a dozen young people in their twenties who intend to blow up the National Palace and welcome Victor to the throne!"

"!!"

"We have to develop our own army. Any politics is weak in the face of violence!"

Popovich looked up, a little surprised that his brother could say such a thing, and frowned, "There's not much money left in the treasury."

"Then sell drugs!"

"Victor defeated several drug cartels, and a lot of market share in Europe and South America was suddenly vacated. Now the Southern Alliance, Colombians, and even people from Southeast Asia are all competing for market share."

Popovich's morals are obviously not very good, and his family is actually involved in drug trafficking. Otherwise, how could there be so much money to promote his political advancement?

"If we all plant traditional YS, we won't be able to benefit from the pursuit and blockade of those big drug lords." He said with a frown.

When Aldous Wendel heard this, he lowered his voice, and for some reason his voice trembled.

"Brother, I have a new opportunity."

Popovich looked at him, and although he was a little doubtful about his brain, he still motioned for him to continue.

"The last time I went to the United States, I met a man named Walter White. I saw him promoting a new type of synthetic drug in a bar!"

"I tried it, it tastes really good!" Aldous Wendell licked his lips, and when he saw his eldest brother's unfriendly look, he quickly shook his hand and said, "I just tried a little."

Popovich said gloomily, "Don't touch drugs, even if it's not allowed at all in the future, otherwise, I will break your legs!"

He paused, took a deep breath and continued to ask, "Is it reliable?"

Aldous Wendell nodded quickly. "I have also hinted at this. Walter White is a high school chemistry teacher. He works as a chemistry teacher in a high school, but he has been diagnosed with mid-to-late stage lung cancer. His wife is in her 40s and is pregnant. His eldest son has cerebral palsy. He wants to make some money."

"But he didn't know any drug dealers, so he had to sell it himself, and I came across it. It was like a treasure trove!"

"It doesn't require any long-term cultivation. It only requires the synthesis of a small amount of raw materials. The cost is even cheaper. Believe me, brother, it will definitely be a big hit!"

"What are the raw materials?" Popovich asked.

"He refused to say, but I know one thing: ephedrine. It's not easy to get this stuff, especially after Victor came to power in the north and cracked down on it. Many pharmaceutical companies in the country were forcibly acquired, making it even harder to get it."

Ephedrine?
Popovich is a top student in medicine, so of course he knows about this. After hearing what his brother said, he thought quietly and said, "Then find another medical representative. I remember I met a representative who wanted to set up a factory here. I still have his business card. I'll look for it."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and rummaged through a pile of business cards.

"found it."

Popovich took the business card and handed it over.

"He is a pharmaceutical representative. He is looking for people to discuss business with. You can contact him."

Aldous Wendell took the card and looked at the name.

"Ye ZHENLI!"

Ye Zhenli!
In a "medium-sized" residential area in Mexico City, an Asian man walked back to his house with a tired look on his face. He took out his key and tried to open the door, but it didn't open. He was startled and knocked on it hard.

The landlord, who heard the noise, came out. She was a fat woman holding corn.

"Your stuff is downstairs, you can go now."

Ye Zhenli was stunned and asked excitedly in Spanish, "Why?"

"How long has it been since you paid the rent?" the fat woman snorted coldly.

The other party's momentum suddenly withered, "I...I'm thinking of a solution, right?"

"Then go to the street and think about it slowly. Get out of here and don't force me to call the police."

Ye Zhenli walked downstairs with his head down, and saw his clothes and bedding thrown casually under the stairs. He sighed, sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

He was a little overwhelmed.

He graduated from a government university, when college students were very valuable, but he did not become a lawyer or go into politics. Instead, he joined a pharmaceutical company and was sent to Mexico because he was fluent in Spanish.

But after arriving here, I found that I couldn’t get used to the food or the living here, and the most important thing was that the domestic company was so damn slow in transferring the money!

Basically, it will be delayed by a month or so. How can he survive?
Especially when I went back to China some time ago and met relatives and classmates, it was found that some of their homes had been demolished or they had taken advantage of the favorable economic situation to start their own businesses. Those who had dropped out of school were now wealthy.

This made Ye Zhenli, who had studied hard since childhood, feel a little depressed. He didn't want to stay here anymore. There was no future for him in Mexico.

Being kicked out this time made him want to escape completely.

In this place...

Only those with money are the boss.

He finished the cigarette in his hand, sighed, and stood up to pack his things, but suddenly, his vision darkened. He raised his head and saw four or five burly men standing in front of him.

"Mr. Ye?"

Ye Zhenli looked at the other person, feeling a little flustered. Having stayed in Mexico for a long time, he could tell who was on the other side.

It's right that he is not a good person.

"Our boss wants you to discuss business. Don't worry, it's about pharmaceuticals."

Ye Zhenli had no choice but to go. He got on the car in a daze and arrived at a villa at a loss. But as soon as he got off the car, he felt unexpectedly calm.

They definitely aren't looking for trouble with me. If I've offended them, they'll just come and shoot me. Why would they have to come to the villa in person?
Is this really a business?!
Following the people into the villa, I saw a man watching TV inside. He had short hair and looked very tough. When he saw Ye Zhenli, he stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello Mr. Ye, my name is Aldous Wendell, and the current president Popovich is my brother."

? ? ? ?
Big shot!

This was definitely a big shot. Ye Zhenli felt a little awkward shaking hands with him. After all, he was just a small salesman now.

"Please take a seat. Don't worry. I'm here to talk to you about business. My brother has kept your business card. He recommended you to me."

Ye Zhenli smiled awkwardly. He was really hungry at that time. He sent his business card and a letter to Popovich. He didn't expect that the other party really hid it?

"I'm just a pharmaceutical representative, sir..."

"Hahaha, you have exactly what I need."

"Excuse me, what is it?"

"Ephedrine, I need 30 tons!" Aldous Windell said directly.

what?
30 tons!
You eat it as a meal!
Even if you make tea, you will have to drink it for decades.

This thing is used to make cold medicine. Do you need so much?

"I wonder what the current price of ephedrine is? How much is one kilogram?"

Ye Zhenli likes to use his fingers to express himself when he speaks. He raised two fingers and was about to say 2 yuan.

Aldous Wendell answered immediately, "2000 dollars? No problem!"

! ! ! !
Gollum~
Ye Zhenli swallowed the next words.

I just want to shout out 200 yuan!
He stared, his breathing quickening.

How many times is this?

He is a top student, and he figured it out right away, 30 tons is 6000 million US dollars!!!
The domestic price of 200 yuan is the "external price". If you want to buy 30 tons, you can get it for at least 120 yuan. This... this... is it robbing a bank?!
He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Aldous, according to regulations, we need to collect 30%... no, 10% as a down payment."

He was afraid that he would say too much and make the other person unhappy.

But Aldous Wendell smiled and nodded, "No problem, just give me an account and I'll transfer the money directly."

Ye Zhenli nodded vigorously.

600 million US dollars is given as soon as you say it!
It’s really fucking generous.

Is this a rich person?
In fact, Aldous Windle could also ask the United States to buy it, but ephedrine is one of the "prohibited substances" in the United States, and many companies also use it themselves, so it is impossible for the United States to export it to itself on such a large scale.

I can only buy it from someone else.

2000 US dollars is within the affordable range.

He originally thought it would cost $3000.

Aldous Wendell invited Ye Zhenli to have dinner with him. At the dinner table, the former kept saying that 30 tons was just a small matter, and if the cooperation was pleasant, 100 tons a year would not be a problem.

This made Ye Zhenli overjoyed. This meant he had made a fortune!

At the table he also ate something he had never eaten in his life. Have you ever eaten roasted tiger meat?

no.

Camel meat, crocodile meat, etc.

When he left the villa, the other party also gave him a car, a Santana that sells for 20 yuan in China.

In the car, his hands were shaking.

He took out his phone and wanted to call home, but as soon as he dialed the number, he paused with a conflicted look on his face.

I would be unwilling to let the company earn so much money!
In terms of commission, he can indeed make a lot of money, but compared with 6000 million US dollars, those commissions are nothing!
Can I work alone?!

Just when he was hesitating, a phone call came in. He picked up the phone and it was his wife on the other end.

He was also his former pen pal.

"Truth, I...I'm pregnant."

boom! !

Ye Zhenli's head exploded, joy and fear occupied his brain at once, and he even stammered when speaking.

"I don't want to have him..."

"Why!" Ye Zhenli asked anxiously. As a traditional male, he was still thinking about continuing the family line.

"We can't support him." His wife Yu Zhiyi said after a moment of silence.

"No, no, no, we can afford it! Ah Yi, I...I found a big order. I can make a lot of money, enough to raise the child. By then, the money can also be enough for us to settle abroad. Don't hit me, don't worry, trust me."

The person on the other end said "hmm", and after the two of them expressed their feelings to each other, they hung up the phone.

The two people's families are quite different. Ye Zhenli is a child from a poor family, while Yu Zhiyi is the daughter of a wealthy man. She faced a lot of pressure in order to marry him.

Ye Zhenli also vowed to give him a future!
"Oh shit!!"

He hammered the speaker hard.

"Done!"

"Fuck it, you can die rich, but you can't die poor!"

Ye Zhenli is also a very decisive person.

The main thing is that this money is enough for me to go crazy.

He did what he said and pawned a piece of jade on his body to a local Chinese pawnshop and bought a plane ticket back home.

I would rather die than not make money!
(It is not an exaggeration to say that 200 yuan turned into 2000 US dollars. The Americans sold it for 289 US dollars, and he sold it to Mexicans for 2890 US dollars. The highest price was 96 tons a year, which is equivalent to 1400 million US dollars a day. Don't say I am exaggerating.)
……

There's a drug tycoon starting to rise over there.

And in Tijuana.

Victor invited the UN delegation to a performance.

That is: hang the drug dealers!

The drug dealers who were caught were hanged in the square.

They cried and screamed as if their parents had died, and some even had urinary incontinence.

"Execution!"

As the officers on the scene gave orders, the drug dealers cried even louder, and as the pedal below opened, the whole body clicked.

The sound of bones breaking was obvious.

All the representatives of the delegation subconsciously touched their necks and swallowed nervously.

Victor even stood up and applauded, and the people around him followed suit.

"Long live the general!!"

"loyalty!!!"

The people below were shouting loudly, including soldiers and civilians, and they were cheering.

"Don't keep focusing on human rights. Making people happy and at peace is the greatest human right. Mexico used to be full of drug dealers and gunfights. But after I came here, those rats could only hide in the sewers!"

Victor said to everyone in the delegation with great enthusiasm, "There are 3212 squares in the north, and a group of people will be hanged every month to let everyone know that drug trafficking will be punished by death!"

"Don't tell me about the dignity of a criminal. Since you have committed a crime, you have no dignity. You didn't have it in the past, you don't have it now, and you won't have it in the future. In my dictionary, there is only killing!"

"I'm going to kill him and make his head roll!"

"The drug dealers who were killed will never dare to come to Mexico again!"

Enrique of Brazil, who was standing next to him, looked thoughtful when he heard this, and the representative of Venezuela next to him was a young man.

Nicolas Maro Moreau!

29 years old!
He was a taxi driver a few years ago and is now a member of the union representing the public transportation system in Caracas, the capital of Venezuela. It was purely by "chance" that he was able to serve as a representative this time.

He listened to Victor's words, his face excited, and he said, "Sir, how do you think we can completely eliminate the drug dealers?"

"thorough?"

Victor looked at him and shook his head. "Wherever there are people, there will be people pursuing huge profits. This is human nature. What we can do is to provide people with a safe society and jobs so that they don't have to commit crimes. But there is no way to truly and thoroughly solve the problem."

"Then... wouldn't it be a waste of work?" Nicholas Maro Moro said a little disappointedly.

"We are justice. Light can never compromise with darkness. Darkness will last forever, but light will never go out. Look." Victor pointed at the cheering people below, "My mission is to keep them alive."

"Make them happy, keep them away from crime, and make them hopeful about life."

“Don’t be afraid of whether the road ahead is filled with darkness or light. Keep going. If there is no road ahead, we will open up a path for future generations!”

Nicolas Maro Moro looked at Victor, his eyes flashing with an emotion called "admiration".

I will definitely be like Mr. Victor!

The people of Venezuela don't need drugs!
Victor's words also caused other representatives to think deeply. Although he was a bit domineering, he was still a military leader. If he was not domineering, could he still be called a military leader?

Many people felt that Victor was right and they couldn't help but applaud.

The people and soldiers below heard the applause, looked up, and saw Victor standing on a balcony opposite the gallows. They immediately cheered again.

"Long live the general!!!"

“Viva Mexico!!!”

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

Victor smiled and raised his hands.

George Smiley trotted up from behind and whispered something in his ear. The Emperor raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

"Goebbels, please accompany the delegates for a while. Sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you go ahead and take care of Mr. Victor."

"Yes, yes, we will stay here for a long time. We have time."

These guys have become very "well-behaved" now.

Victor smiled at them, walked downstairs, and his expression changed.

"Accident or normal?"

Casare's mother in the mental hospital died!

"He was injected with a powerful sleeping pill."

Victor narrowed his eyes.

It seems that someone can't deal with himself and Casare, so he starts to find ways to disgust others.

"go!"

Victor got into the car with a gloomy face. It was obvious that the other party was trying to undermine the relationship between the two parties. They didn't think Casare would be loyal to the other party.

Any loyalty will have gaps, and as long as there is a crack, it will be easy to pry it open.

When we arrived at the mental hospital, the outside was already cordoned off by security.

The body of Casare's mother, Camilla Sodi, was in the ward, and cries and screams were heard from inside.

His younger brother Felix was standing in a military uniform with red eyes. He is now an officer cadet and has a bright future after graduation. With an elder brother who is the deputy governor, it would be hard for him to have no future.

And her younger sister Felixna knelt beside the bed and cried.

Seeing Victor coming in, his younger brother Felix wiped his eyes and saluted him, "General..."

Victor looked at Camilla Sodi on the bed. Her face was hideous and she must have died in pain. He closed his eyes and touched Felix's head, "Ah~"

'Where's everyone in the hospital?!' he turned and asked George Smiley.

"They've all been arrested and locked up on the third floor."

"Go and see!"

Victor patted Felix on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your mother is my mother. If Casare is not here, I will be your big brother. I will avenge our mother. Whoever did it, I will kill his whole family!"

Felix couldn't hold back his tears.

Following George Smiley, we went up to the third floor, which was the detention room, where the mentally ill were kept after they had an attack.

The Thirteen Guardians took over this place and did not allow anyone to approach.

Victor stood by the window at the door, looking sinisterly at the doctor and nurse who were lowering their heads inside.

His eyes suddenly fell on a nurse.

The man was wearing flesh-colored stockings, sitting on the ground with his legs hugged, shivering, and looking very pitiful.

But that's how it looked in Victor's eyes.

"Hiyat Abdulkader!"

"Nickname: Princess Harry."

"Affiliation: Spear of God!"

...

Victor frowned, "Take that nurse next door."

George Smiley looked in the direction of his finger, nodded, and led his men in, grabbing the nurse on both sides and bringing her out.

"What are you doing! Ah! Help! Help..."

She cried out in fear, looking around weakly and pleadingly.

Everyone around lowered their heads, not daring to look. Some people were shaking with their hands clenched, and it was unclear whether they were angry or furious.

The other party struggled hard, but the two bodyguards couldn't catch her?

Victor pushed open the door, rushed forward and kicked the female nurse in the chest, sending her flying and hitting the wall. Her colleagues nearby moved aside in horror.

This kick almost broke Xzi to pieces.

Victor grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall, causing half of her face to be injured. He did not stop there and rubbed her against the wall left and right, causing her face to rot immediately. She screamed in pain.

"Fuck you, you bastard. Why are you pretending to be pure when you play dirty with me?"

"Will the people of the Spear of God also be afraid?"

The nurse's pupils suddenly widened. How...how did he know? !
Before she could react, Victor grabbed her hair and dragged her out like a dead dog, "Today, I will let you know what fear is!"

'George Smiley! Get me ten male dogs in heat!'

……

(End of this chapter)