Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 360 Chaos in Cancun City!
Waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Abrego was really in a mess, and a group of people around him were howling, especially his second son Berman, who was in charge of intelligence work and had recently formed a navy. He was crying miserably.

well...

No need for a stretcher now.

Just put it in a sack and take it away.

In contrast, the other sons who were working at the company were crying, but their eyes clearly revealed panic and anxiety, and their gazes wandered on the second son.

Although he is deeply loved, but... the eldest son is now in charge of the army and is the commander of a division under the alliance, with a strong army.

The most important thing is that the two people are not born from the same mother.

With the Gulf Group and the huge legacy of Southern Mexico, how could these two people not be tempted?
There's bound to be a fight!
Smart people seem to have seen where the future is heading.

But now is not the time to talk about...

Cry first!

The entire city of Cancun was plunged into chaos.

Elvis Salinas, who was still sleeping in a daze with a woman in his arms in the "official residence", was pushed awake by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw a lot of people standing in front of him. They looked at him with sinister eyes, which frightened him so much that he shivered.

No way…

Are they planning to kill themselves? !
Could it be that Abrego could no longer hold back and finally wanted to "seize power and usurp the throne"?
The woman next to her screamed loudly.

But he was dragged out by several armed men.

"Sir, Prime Minister Abrego... was assassinated!" a bearded man said sadly.

This is the Minister of Commerce of Southern Mexico, also an elite member of the Gulf Group. After the founding of the country, he has managed to get such a prestigious position.

There are also people like the Minister of Defense, the Minister of Finance, etc. who were once drug dealers.

Under the construction of this group of people, the economy of southern Mexico has regressed by at least ten years, and there are refugees everywhere, but the government has done nothing at all, because only in this way will these people who have no food to eat join the drug cartels.

The political structure of southern Mexico is fucking distorted.

It's more like a company in a doomsday game, which invests money to establish a big force, and the poor will never have a chance to get ahead.

The top executives, on the other hand, lead a luxurious and absurd life.

If you insist on bringing it in.

Mexico at this time is North and South Korea.

One culture evolved into two patterns, of course...that was something Victor would never allow!

When Elvis Salinas heard this, one eye was big and the other was small, and he looked a little confused, and then ecstatic.

The Grand Master is dead? ! !

No, the Prime Minister is dead?!

Then will the power be in my own hands?

He sat up suddenly, swallowed his saliva, his eyes glowing, he was going to take charge of the government!!!

Just as I was about to get up, I saw a dozen armed men with guns rushing in from the door, and a man in military uniform walked in.

"From now on, the entire city is under martial law. Mr. President, for your own safety, please stay here and don't go anywhere."

This man is the younger brother of Rafael Caro Quintero, the former leader of the Guadalajara drug cartel, and later the overseas distribution director of the Sinaloa Cartel - Tredo Quintero, now the Minister of Security of Yucatan City.

"The cabinet will find the murderer and bring him to justice!" Tredo Quintero glanced at him as if he was here to convey an order, and then left.

The other senior executives in the bedroom looked at each other, and then left like a tide.

You must be crazy to come looking for this puppet.

The "Four Major Drug Trafficking Organizations" have the final say on specific matters!

The Gulf Cartel, the Medellin Cartel of Colombia, the Golden Knights formed by former small drug dealers in the South, and the Sinaloa Cartel. Although the latter has been crippled and its base has been lost, its influence is still very large.

Besides, now that Abrego is dead, someone has to take up the huge piece of power left behind, and a group of people can't help but open their bloody mouths.

Elvis Salinas' face turned pale. He grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it to the ground. "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Puppet, or puppet...

If he hadn't been supported by the CIA, he would have drunk a glass of poison by now.

The streets and alleys are full of armed drug dealers in military uniforms manning checkpoints, and no unrelated vehicles are allowed to drive on the roads!

Three or four armed pickup trucks stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel, a five-star hotel in Cancun. Dozens of armed men got out of the trucks, scaring the security guards at the door so much that they dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground with their butts sticking up.

"Sir... Sir..." A male manager came over and called out in a low and flattering voice, "Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?"

The drug dealer, who held the rank of captain, looked at him and said, "We need to search every room."

The manager had an unpleasant expression and smiled awkwardly, "That's not good. There are so many tourists here... It would be bad for our reputation if this were to get out."

The captain frowned, raised his hand, and bang!
The bullet hit his forehead.

The male manager fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"Ah!!!" The female receptionists behind him screamed loudly, holding their ears on the ground, and a drug dealer next to them started shooting with an AK!

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

The flag of Southern Mexico hanging on the wall was riddled with dozens of holes.

"Search!"

The captain waved his hand and the gang of ferocious drug dealers rushed upstairs.

But most of them ran to the VIP rooms upstairs, because they knew that the rich people were there and they had the money.

This is called extra money!

When several drug dealers rushed into the suite that cost $3420 a night, the people inside screamed and saw a man and a woman doing something by the window.

The woman had very big breasts, which dazzled them so much that they drooled. The lower-level armed men were poor people themselves, so when had they ever seen such a beautiful woman?

Their eyes were shining.

The man was fat and had big ears. He must have some status. He frowned and said calmly, "You want money? I'll give it to you right now. Don't hurt us."

Then he went to get his wallet.

Two drug dealers couldn't help themselves and grabbed the woman. She screamed and the man turned around suddenly, furious, "What are you doing!"

He went up and grabbed the other person. One of the drug dealers got angry and kicked him over. He pulled the bolt of his gun and fired at him!
Beat him to death!

He pushed the woman down on the bed and raped her.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a few people walked out of the door with their pants held up and a smug look on their faces. The woman inside was glaring with her eyes wide open, her body full of bullet holes. These bastards are killing people!
Drug dealers are lawless!

When they left, they set a fire inside the Hilton.

The huge fire was carried by the wind and enveloped the surrounding buildings in an instant, and the entire street was instantly on fire.

Layers of ash swirled toward the sky.

Many refugees were extremely hungry, so they took advantage of this opportunity to rob people with their faces covered. You should know that Cancun is a tourist city with more than millions of people coming here to travel every year. It is conceivable that these tourists became the targets of these criminals.

The whole city became increasingly chaotic under the "martial law" of drug dealers, with screams and roars everywhere. Call the police?
Hey, you called the police and they answered the phone.

Many people can only contact the embassy.

The phones of the embassies of the United States, Britain, Germany, Hungary and other countries were flooded with calls. They originally thought that this was just an isolated case, but when the number of calls increased, they finally realized that something was wrong.

The news was hurriedly sent back to the country.

But by the time their bureaucrats reacted, the fighting in Cancun had not stopped and flights and ferries had stopped operating.

American advisor Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson quickly contacted southern Mexico, but the person who answered the phone had a bitter look on his face, "It can't be stopped..."

"No matter what! We must reduce the losses of the Americans. You bastards, all you can do is sell drugs? Idiots!" he roared angrily.

In fact, most of the people who travel to Yucatan are Americans from nearby. There are also many people of status, such as CEOs of certain companies or legislators of a certain state. It would be really funny if something happened to these people.

"I try my best."

"You don't have to try your best! If you can't handle it, we will handle you! Don't forget, without us, you are nothing!" Jeffrey Olsen smashed the phone on the table angrily.

He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it down, then smashed the cup heavily on the ground. "Fuck!"

...

Victor was meeting with delegations from Brazil and Venezuela when news of the riots in Cancun reached him.

The "First World Anti-Drug Conference" will be held in Tijuana on May 5.

The group arrived two days in advance.

Brazil is very concerned about this. After all, the extent of drug abuse in their country is no less than that in Mexico. At least more than 1000 million people are addicted to drugs, accounting for 3% of the total population!

Moreover, there are many gangs in the country. The "Red Command" is simply the top student among the gangs. There are no good people in the slums. You have 11 special police officers who go in and 22 people come out...

It was split in half.

They wanted to learn from Victor's advanced experience.

The top and second-in-command of the police department and the deputy mayor of São Paulo City Hall were dispatched. The rank was not low, but not high either, so it was barely enough.

The same is true in Venezuela...

He was toasting each other at the welcome luncheon and was very active among these people. Who could say that he was unkind?
He just didn't bother to tout the Yankees.

Who do you think you are, standing so close to me and yet giving me orders?

"Mr. Victor, what if the government does nothing and there is serious internal corruption and collusion with drug dealers and gangs?!" Suddenly, a serious-looking man with a big beard came over, holding a wine glass, looking straight at him, and asked a question that went deep into the bone.

When the members of the Brazilian delegation next to him saw him, they looked at each other, obviously a little embarrassed, while George Smiley whispered something to Victor.

"Mr. Da Silva?"

"It's me!" The other party nodded.

The Brazilian delegation was very funny this time. The current president, Fernando Collor de Mello, looked clean on the surface, but Victor knew that this guy had done some shameful things.

For example, taking advantage of his younger brother's business trip to have an affair with his sister-in-law.

He also pretended to be honest, but in fact he accepted bribes on a large scale. The gang even called him Mr. "10%" because he would take a 10% kickback no matter what business it was.

These are documents compiled by the intelligence department.

The News Bureau’s computers store important intelligence from more than 30 countries around the world…

This anti-drug conference in response to Victor is actually just following public opinion. Before attending the conference, the Fernando Collor de Mello government conducted a survey, and 74% of people supported anti-drug measures. Of course, he has to participate if it will benefit his election.

In addition to the government delegation, there was also a private delegation representing the Brazilian Reactionary Party. They came to the meeting at their own expense and had already informed the Mexican side before coming.

The man in front of you is the leader of the Labor Party: Luz Inácio Lu da Silva!
A leftist who has only primary school education and is missing his little finger due to work, is also the current workers' leader.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Victor asked with a smile as he looked at the man in front of him who was nearly 20 years older than him.

Da Silva looked at him, "What about lies?"

"You can find the police. Remember, find the regular police. There are too many irregular ones in Brazil."

This is not funny at all!
But someone nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What about the truth?" Da Silva said expressionlessly, still looking at him.

"Implementing policies like mine will make everyone understand that you are the boss. Internal corruption is just like well-fed pigs in front of the military. Kill them and you can use the money to develop basic education and improve workers' treatment."

These words made the people of the Brazilian government delegation standing on the side feel a little uneasy. How serious is the corruption in Brazil?
Let’s put it this way…

It is well known that Brazil is rich in football stars. However, when these stars begin to show their talents, they will be signed by local supermarkets, hotels and even some car companies. If a European team takes a fancy to them, in addition to the fees to the team, they will also have to pay these companies a "training fee."

Eighty percent of this money will be taken by local officials in charge of tourism and sports, and then distributed to other departments. This small business can generate nearly tens of millions of dollars in profits each year.

Because when signing the contract, they don't spend any money, and they don't even have to pay wages, it's a completely no-cost deal.

What if you don't sign?

Then you have no ball to play.

From sports officials not registering you to gangs frequently raiding your home.

After all, even if someone like Ronaldo or Carlos was extremely talented in football, if they had not had the good fortune to become famous, they would most likely be in the slums of Brazil, selling cocaine with their faces covered and holding automatic rifles.

"But the Brazilian army..." Da Silva said this and stopped abruptly, but he was obviously still very radical. "I think we are common partners on the road to drug control."

"Of course, for the fight against drugs, we are comrade!"

When Luz Inasi Lu da Silva heard this word, his eyes lit up. He was a leftist, so he felt very close to it. He held Victor's hand tightly with both hands and said, "If I am elected president, I will ask for your help. I hope you can come to Brazil to help fight drugs!"

The government delegation's faces turned pale.

A left-winger + the inventor of "Victorism", my goodness, we just embezzled some money, and you want to grind us to ashes.

Won't you guys bombard me with cannons then? !

"Extremely happy!"

The first meeting between the two was obviously fruitful.

The head of the Brazilian police department wanted to speak up, but after thinking it over, forget it, as this is not his territory. However, he must have looked unhappy, and he would go back and tell the President that this Da Silva had "evil intentions."

Just then, the secretary ran over and whispered something in Victor's ear.

"so serious?"

"It's very serious. The current minimum estimate of casualties is over 2,000!"

Da Silva asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The secretary glanced at Victor, who motioned for him to speak.

He reported the situation in Cancun.

"Oh my god, how could this happen!"

"Damn, these drug dealers..."

There were exclamations one after another.

"See, drug dealers are always cruel. Even if they are dressed in priests' clothes, they are nothing but bloodthirsty wild dogs!" Victor said, looking at them.

Da Silva was shocked and opened his mouth.

That's Yucatan!
The most beautiful place in North America.

"We hereby inform the whole nation that the Northern Army opposes this behavior and demands that the riots stop within 36 hours, otherwise we will take retaliatory measures to ensure the safety of civilians and foreign people."

"Yes!"

The secretary standing behind him responded quickly.

"I will not allow drug dealers to massacre any civilians! They are our country's most precious wealth, and I belong to the people." Victor said loudly as he looked at the "guests" in front of him.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva looked at him with bright eyes and agreed with his words.

On the Venezuelan side, Nicolás Maro Moro was the first to applaud and cheer loudly.

Thunderous applause suddenly broke out in the banquet hall.

As for why not send the navy over?

One reason is that the journey is too long. Several states near the Gulf of Mexico have not been taken over. If you go through Upper and Lower California in the northwest, you have to take a long detour. By the time you get there, the people have been reincarnated.

There is one more most important point.

If you drug dealers don't kill so many people, how can you arouse public anger?
How to let everyone know how good the Northern Army is?

Of course, perhaps many people on the world stage will close their eyes and pretend not to see it.

But as for Mexico, Victor will of course publicize the cruelty, brutality and arrogance of drug traffickers.

Make them understand that I, Victor, am the son of Mexico!

Ok…

Victor is slowly moving towards becoming a qualified politician and actor.

People always have to learn to grow up, don't they?

……

(End of this chapter)