Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 402 I am Victor’s running dog!

Tallinn, Estonia!

One of the Baltic "Big Three".

This was also the Soviet Union's front line against Europe.

With the missiles placed here, those high-ranking masters have become noticeably more polite in their words and are wavering in their beliefs.

And the "Tallinn National Square" at this time.

A ruin!
There is garbage everywhere, mosquitoes are flying everywhere, and in the hot summer, the stench can spread far away...

There’s even poop!

Were there Indians in the Baltic Sea at this time?

There was a rally here, and a group of Estonians heard about the 819 coup and called for national independence!
And that government is also very direct...

On August 8.20, announced independence from the Soviet Union!

In other words, it is no longer a member state.

The reason for choosing the "Tallinn National Square" is that, in addition to the fact that the place is large enough, opposite is the headquarters of the 65th Special Infantry Army of the Soviet Union in Estonia!
It also means to demonstrate to them.

But since August 819, the gate has been closed, anti-aircraft machine guns have been set up, and the sentries are fully armed, staring outside with tension, fear and confusion in their eyes.

At this time, there were still seven or eight young men in the square, wearing tattered clothes and looking like beggars. Among them was an obviously drunk homeless man, who was dazed, burping, and urinating on the statue of the "Great Teacher" lying on the ground.

The yellowish liquid made the marble sculpture dirty!

Davari is...

Don't you believe in me anymore?
beep~
A horn sounded, which scared the homeless man so much that he shivered and urine fell directly on his feet.

The homeless man muttered a curse, wiped the liquid on his hand on his pants, turned his head and saw a Mercedes-Benz car coming from a distance. The driver handed over his ID, the other party took a look, saluted with a click, and then hurriedly ordered the door to open.

The Mercedes of capitalism has entered the Soviet camp!
Everyone in the square watched quietly.

They are not stupid.

Did you know that these few people are the ones causing trouble?
It's good enough if you don't get killed.

The military camp is very large, with many garages and helipads, and even more than 20 T-72 main battle tanks mixed with T-80s!

The Mercedes drove up to the building and stopped.

A group of people in Soviet military uniforms had been waiting for a long time. Standing in the middle was Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, the person in charge of the Baltic Command and commander of the 65th Special Infantry Army!
A man wearing sunglasses got out of the car, his neat suit outlining his figure nicely.

When he took off his sunglasses, it was Augustin Przewczyk!

Victor's Intelligence Director!
"Bondarchuk?" Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov asked with a frown in an uncertain tone.

"Hello, Mr. Lieutenant General, good afternoon, everyone~" he greeted with a smile.

Hearing his words, everyone's expressions relaxed, and then they all looked at the boss with some nervousness in their eyes.

"Let's go to the office and talk about it?" Vyacheslav sighed in his heart.

"of course can!"

A group of people surrounded him and went upstairs. Some of them were very attentive and asked him how his arrival was, whether he was safe, and whether he encountered any danger.

The lieutenant general walking in front was very upset and tried hard to turn around and curse.

no way…

They are rich!

Yesterday he received a call from a colleague with whom he had a good relationship, asking him if he wanted to make some extra money!

Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov certainly knew what it meant, it was nothing more than selling weapons!

Of course we have to sell it. We can’t even pay for the military expenses.

I haven't been paid for 13 months.

Moreover, the currency used is rubles, which are now so uncomfortable to even use to wipe one’s butt. Who would still use it?

There have been several cases of armed debt collection by the soldiers below. The most dangerous one was when a second lieutenant ran downstairs with an AK and started shooting indiscriminately.

What should these soldiers do if they have no money?
The Soviet Union also tacitly agreed that the army would raise its own funds...

Lieutenant General Vyacheslav thought it was just a small share like selling to local gangs, but his colleague said directly, "Count the tanks and heavy weapons, they are packed!"

! ! ! !
Is this the God of Wealth?
So he personally brought the senior management to greet them.

After entering the office, the general sat on the sofa and the officers stood on both sides with shining eyes.

"Mr. Bondarchuk, this is the list you asked for. I compiled it overnight last night." Vyacheslav handed over the summary.

Augustin Przewuchil thanked him, took it, and unfolded it to take a look.

Oh shit!

72 T-436 tanks!
AK47: 6000!
Missile launchers, anti-tank missiles, armored vehicles, a large number of heavy machine guns, and 100 million rounds of bullets!

This can form a main force division and a ground-based air defense division!

Finally, there are three "Type 613 submarines" written below.

“Submarines for sale too?”

"As long as you pay, anything is possible." The deputy commander next to him said hurriedly.

Augustin Przeuchel glanced at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav, who nodded.

The former took a deep breath and asked, "How are you going to sell it?"

"The T-72 main battle tank is 120 million US dollars!" The deputy commander pointed his finger, "Our foreign trade price is 200 million US dollars, which is 80 cheaper!"

Augustine looked at the other party with a half-smile, and the thin-skinned Soviet man was embarrassed. The deputy commander whispered, "What about the 90?"

“US$6 a car…”

"What!!! No, no, no, it's impossible, absolutely impossible, how is it possible, there's not even this price anywhere else!" the deputy commander shouted.

The officers next to them were also talking to each other.

"Yeah, 5? This is a tank, not a Mercedes-Benz sedan!"

“5 yuan can’t even buy an engine!”

Augustine spread his hands calmly, "When I go out in a Mercedes, people think I'm rich. Would I drive a tank to discuss business?"

"…But…but you don't have to wait for red lights when driving a tank. How can a Mercedes-Benz compare to a T-72?"

Looking at them, I remained unmoved. He knocked on the table and said, "It's 6 US dollars now, maybe it will be 3 US dollars next month."

"Gentlemen, when the Soviet Union collapses, these will become scrap metal. No country will want them, and then they will have to be broken up."

"Also, I said $6 per car, but it's buy one get one free."

Wow!
The Soviets scolded him for taking advantage of others' misfortune and being unfriendly at all.

But in fact, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, many member states could not operate tanks at all. It is not enough to just have tanks to fight. They also need integrated maintenance, tank soldier training, etc. Otherwise, how is it possible that out of so many countries in the world, half of them don’t have tanks?
Victor is also trying his best to optimize the military-industrial system.

Snapped!
Augustine slapped a check on the table and said, "If you agree, I will write it now. Besides, I can decide. Everyone present can get 20."

He counted as he spoke, "One, two, three, four..."

9 people in total.

The insults and scoldings suddenly quieted down. After a few seconds, a lieutenant colonel said with a little bit of timidity, "We don't want rubles."

Not stylish at all!

These Soviet officers were like poor people who didn't even dare to ask for a high price at the negotiating table.

Hey ~
In just a few decades, even the spirit and enthusiasm have been lost.

"How much is this 613 submarine?" Although the deputy commander felt that it was a bit of a loss to sell it for such a small amount of money, he also understood that if he didn't sell it for this little money, then it would not be his turn to sell it when the time came.

There is also a kickback of 20 US dollars.

Augustine frowned, "Can it still be opened?"

"Of course, although it is retired, it is very well maintained!"

Who believes this?
How can I maintain it? Doesn't it cost money?

I'm so thankful that I can drive out.

But the order Augustin Przewczyr received was that as long as the Soviets sold it, we would buy it, and we would accept no one!
He hesitated for a moment and stretched out his palm.

"500 USD package + 613 complete set of drawings!"

"Deal!" The deputy commander was straightforward this time, and said in a mixed tone, "What about the other goods? Take a look, how much can they be worth?"

With a chief officer like this, he will have to sell himself out to you on the battlefield.

He only cares about how much he can get from it!

"AK47 is priced at US$1 per pound..."

Augustin Przewulcir opened his bloody mouth wide to swallow these benefits, and quickly calculated with a pen.

Finally counted.

3220 million US dollars!!

"If you have no objection, I will have someone transfer the money. As for how to divide it, it is up to you two."

The deputy commander started to speak but paused and looked at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, who nodded like a mascot.

Augustin Przewczyr had just signed his name when he suddenly looked up and said, "Generals, do any of you want to be a teacher in Mexico?"

"The annual salary of a school officer is $12!"

"Major General gets $25, Lieutenant General gets $35, and General gets $50!"

"The benefits are good, there is annual leave, housing, and insurance..." "Do you have any ideas?"

……

Half an hour later, Augustine came out with a briefcase in his arms, very satisfied.

"No need to send it. A rolling ship will dock in the afternoon. I hope you can help with the transportation then. Don't worry, we have already arranged everything in Estonia. No one will stop us."

He shook hands with everyone one by one and said, "I'll wait for you in Mexico."

After saying that, he got in the car and couldn't help laughing.

When these officers heard that being a teacher could earn such a high salary, many of them agreed. They could earn money in Mexico, spend it in Mexico, and also promote local economic development, forming a perfect closed loop.

Not long after the Mercedes-Benz drove away, a Soviet Volga car drove in and two Russians got out of it.

They had obviously been here more than once.

He went directly to Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boot, but our cargo is taken, including every bullet."

Victor Bout: ????
"Can you tell me who the buyer is?"

"terribly sorry…"

When Victor Butt came out with his friend, his face was gloomy and his mustache was trembling with anger.

"Utkin, check who is lying on the ground and who stole our business! Damn it, I just signed a deal with an African warlord, and now someone is cutting off my financial resources!"

"You are so tired of stealing my business in my territory, Victor Butt!"

The burly man next to him responded. He had a bald head with the symbol of the "Third Reich" tattooed on it.

Just as the two walked out of the building, the phone suddenly rang. Victor Bout picked it up and his expression suddenly changed. "I understand. I'll be right over."

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go back to Russia first. We have obtained our PMC company license!"

Utkin's eyes lit up and he grinned. He already looked like a bear, and this smile was even more terrifying.

"What's the name of the company?"

"Wagner!"

……

A church district outside Mexico City.

"Let's go! The Northern Army is coming. Do you want to die here?" Ye Zhenli dragged Walter White into the house and shouted loudly.

"Wait, just a little bit."

Seeing that he was still obsessed with the experiment, Ye Zhenli went up and kicked his table, causing all the bottles and jars on it to fall to the ground.

"Fuck! Fuck! What are you doing..." Walter White turned his head in anger, but saw Ye Zhenli grabbing his collar, looking at him viciously, "If you are caught by Victor, he will use your body for experiments! By then, you will be the experimental subject."

Why does this sound so chilly?

When the wind blew, Walter White shivered suddenly, looked down, and then nodded.

Ye Zhenli grabbed the gun on the table and handed it to him, "Don't worry, when we find a safe place, you can do the experiments as you like. You are responsible for the work and I am responsible for the sales. We will not work for others, but do it ourselves. We will never work in this life. We can't get rich by working!"

"Be bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"

"We are going to dominate the drug industry across the entire planet!"

"We want to be the king of drugs!"

Ye Zhenli's words were very provocative, worthy of a salesperson, and he so stimulated the high school teacher that his face turned red.

"Don't worry, Walter. When I have money, I will find the best technology in the United States to extend your life."

Ye Zhenli paused and looked at him, "Your wife and your children are waiting for you to come home."

The word "go home" made Walter White's heart excited. He looked at the other person and nodded vigorously.

"go!"

The two ran out of the laboratory. There were seven or eight armed men outside. They were mercenaries hired by Ye Zhenli.

He is now worth over $6000 million...

Selling raw materials is a great way to make a fortune.

With the money, he equipped himself with bodyguards, all of whom were born in special forces.

"go!"

Ye Zhenli shouted to the bodyguards, and a group of people escorted the two men into the car, drove onto the road, and ran towards the south.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" he shouted at the refugees.

boom! !

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from inside the city, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A mushroom cloud...rose.

"The Northern Army! The Northern Army is coming, run!" a man screamed in fear.

It was like a switch that made the chaotic crowd go crazy in an instant.

Ye Zhenli looked at the crowd and felt his scalp tingling. "Hurry up and take the side road. Bump through them! Bump through them!"

The bodyguard who heard his order stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle ran to the side, crushing the people and crashing into the woods on the side of the road. The refugee trapped underneath screamed in pain, but soon, he was trampled to death by the crowded crowd behind.

These refugees don't know why they are running...

It's like what the newspapers say.

Victor is cruel and ruthless. His rule is Satan. Everyone must be his slave, and he will kill anyone he dislikes.

People are all blindly obedient...

When you see your ruling class running away, you subconsciously follow because you think their choice must be correct.

8:21 pm on August 13st!
The 2th Regiment, temporarily incorporated into the nd Marine Division, was the first to arrive outside Mexico City!

Regiment commander Guderian looked weather-beaten and exhausted. They bypassed the battlefield and passed through the most complex primeval forest in the middle of Michoacan, Mexico!

Don't stop in the middle, eat in the car, and when you need to poop, take off your pants and stick your butt out. Remember... go with the wind.

It's easy to get into trouble when the wind is against you!

Finally, after such a crazy forced march, they were the first to reach Mexico City!
And prepare to bombard the outside of the city!
But at this moment, a call came directly into his headquarters, and someone in Mexico City wanted to see him.

Guderian thought about it and agreed.

Then two Americans came to him.

"Sir, I think we can talk." One of the middle-aged men with a very pale face said with a smile.

"These are all my soldiers. I trust them more."

The middle-aged man looked at his companion, nodded helplessly, and stared directly at Guderian's eyes, "Do you want to be a distinguished guest of Europe and America? Do you want to be a superior person?"

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man handed over a gift box and motioned for him to open it. The guard next to him took it and helped open it. Inside was a pair of red leather shoes.

"Do you know Hedy Diaz? She's a very beautiful girl, yes, a future star in Hollywood, these shoes are made of her, we are from the Red Shoes Club!"

The deputy head of the group, Douglas Haig, widened his eyes when he heard this. He was not shocked by this organization, but by what the other party said.

"Join us. As long as you give up attacking Mexico City, we guarantee that you will be able to enter the upper echelons of the Northern Army!"

Guderian raised his head, expressionless, "Beast!"

"Tie them up, I want to use them as sacrifices!"

Deputy Captain Douglas Haig, who had been unable to hold back any longer, rushed over and slapped the middle-aged man to the ground.

"Ah! We are guests! Guests! What are you doing? Let me go. You are offending the whole world!!"

“It’s really dirty.”

Guderian came over, stepped on his face, and raised his head. "The air is dirty."

He held out his hand and someone beside him handed him an axe.

Guderian raised it up, and in front of the other party's horrified gaze, he chopped it down with a ferocious look on his face.

"Victor's Mexico, believe in light!!!"

puff! !

The head was chopped in half.

Blood splattered on him, staining his uniform red. Another American next to him was trembling with fear and kept shouting.

"()Hi!"

"For the General's Mexico, we clean up the darkness!"

"()Hi!"

Tens, hundreds, thousands of soldiers shouted.

"Stuff his ass into the cannonball, I'm going to use his body to hit Mexico City!"

"Glory to the General!"

"Long live!!"

……

(End of this chapter)