Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 403 "His Majesty the Emperor will arrive today in his faithful Mexico City!"

Southern Drug Dealers Alliance!

There are a lot of people heading south.

Oaxaca state in particular, as a "frontline", is naturally under tremendous pressure to accept hundreds of thousands of refugees.

When some people are extremely hungry, vicious crimes will occur.

There were 110 violent clashes in the capital Oaxaca in three days, 67 people were killed...

This incident forced the drug dealer government to send out the army to control public order.

"Snapped!"

Arturo DeSenna, the drug dealer defense minister of the southern government, nicknamed "Gold Medal Grasshopper", slammed the folder on the table, his face flushed and his neck thick, "I have never, never, never seen such public security!"

"Fuck! We didn't do this when we were selling drugs in the north. These new refugees are just a bunch of garbage!"

It can make him so angry.

It is obvious that the quality of the refugees heading south is worrying.

"Deputy Defense Minister" Endric Vinicius also looked worried. "Boss, we have to take action. They have seriously damaged our business environment."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and frowned, "I've received seven or eight calls. Many factories have complained to me."

You read that right…

Business environment!

Although the southern government is full of drug dealers, they still have brains after all, and most of them have gone abroad to study in neighboring countries.

For example, when Arturo De Sena was young, he went to Texas and joined the Mexican gang "California 18th Street Gang". He smuggled drugs and household appliances and went to jail. When he came back, he joined the Mexican army and became a senior official. Finally, he took this position in the treacherous situation.

He has seen the world, or as the popular saying goes, "he has kept his son."

Under his guidance, the southern government issued 17 "drug photos", and only those with these photos were allowed to sell drugs!
These 17 are the "franchisees" of this "deformed government", including the Gulf Group, the remnants of the Tijuana drug cartel, and the "Knights Templar" evolved from the Michoacan family, etc.

They were like princes of a feudal dynasty who were assigned to various places in the south. They were allowed to produce drugs, but they needed to report the quantity every month and then collect "drug tax"!
Of course some people don't cooperate, but do you think "Los Zetas" under Arturo De Sena are just there to do nothing?
I was defeated by the Northern Army, but that doesn't mean I can't defeat you?
If the government has soldiers, it has money, and if it has money, it has soldiers.

These “17 princes” had to agree even if they disagreed.

Then foreign investment was introduced to ensure their rights and interests. After being hit hard in the north, many American factories moved to the south, including General Motors factories, Apple factories, etc.

Relying on the tourism resources of Yucatan Island...

From January to July 1991…

The GDP of the Southern government is as high as 1989 billion US dollars!!!
At this time, Victor only had a little over 900 billion...

The difference is more than twice.

The money was used by the regent Arturo de Sena to expand the army, build personal networks, increase drug production, support the tourism industry, and pay dividends to the CIA and the "Latin American Drug Cartel" behind Colombia's Pablo Escobar.

You think...

The Southern League is like the Central Popovich government?
No backing?
One phone call and the Guatemalan Air Force can rush in to help within half an hour.

Arturo De Sena is a very smart man, otherwise he wouldn't be in this position.

The political power in the South was very deformed, the lower class people were suffering and lived an even more miserable life. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, at most they were given some relief food, such as moldy cakes and expired milk.

Those who make the most money are still the drug dealers and foreign capitalists!
Since the last air raid by the Northern Army...

Arturo De Sena asked the United States how much it would cost to buy a complete set of air defense radar systems and air defense weapons. Just name your price!

Absolutely no blinking.

The Southern Alliance is like a black tiger, roaring towards the north!

"Order the 36th Brigade to move into Oaxaca and take control of the streets!"

When Arturo De Sena heard that his "fathers" were threatened, his expression darkened. "Distribute those refugees to each state and lock them up in the slums. Send troops and police to control the exits. From today on, the slums are not allowed to enter the main city or leave the slums!"

"Also, starting from October, we will collect health fees from refugees, $10 per person per quarter!"

Deputy Defense Minister Enderrick Vinicius was a ruthless man, but he still shuddered when he heard this...

The boss's order is to let the other party fend for themselves!

The medical and material supplies in the slums are definitely poor, and crime is rampant, so I'm afraid a lot of people will die by then.

“So how do you identify refugees?”

“Annual income less than $1…”

Enderrick Vinicius took a deep breath and nodded, "Understood!"

Arturo De Sena picked up the "Gurkha Royal Courtesan" cigar on the table, put it under his nose and sniffed it, it had a very pleasant smell, he put it in his mouth and lit it.

This thing…

The price is hefty!

Basically, one cigarette costs one apartment.

But it’s okay, drug dealers have money, and if they can’t afford to smoke, then no one else can.

"What does the United States say about our order?" Arturo DeSena threw a lighter worth 3 US dollars casually, squinted his eyes and asked, and got down to business.

"The Pentagon has been in turmoil recently. After the defense minister was killed in a bombing, things are very chaotic now. But I heard that Boeing and Raytheon have agreed."

南方联盟花费36亿美金购买12架F-16战斗机、10多枚“鱼叉”反舰导弹和24枚“响尾蛇”空空导弹！
Used to counter the increasingly serious provocations of the Northern Army.

"Richard Bruce Cheney's death was so stupid. The Secretary of Defense was killed in a bombing in a US military hospital. This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. Fuck!"

Arturo De Sena waved his hands in dissatisfaction.

He gave the other party a bribe of 3000 million US dollars!

Tsk tsk tsk…

All that money is now down the drain.

"Have the Americans chosen a new person to lead the Pentagon? Any news?"

Enderrick Vinicius rubbed his temple and lowered his voice, "It is said that some people want Donald Rumsfeld to take the position."

"That old man doesn't have a good relationship with us." Arturo De Sena said with a frown.

"We asked people to send gifts three times, but they were all rejected. The old man is a bit stubborn. He is also the representative for peace talks with the Northern Army. If he comes to power, it will not be easy for us to get some orders from the US military. Boss, I'm afraid he will hold us back. Should we go all out..." Endric Vinicius made a downward chopping motion with his hand.

The expression is slightly ferocious.

He plans to kill others if they have a disagreement.

"Are you crazy? Is that someone we can mess with? If the CIA finds out, you and I will be buried with him." Arturo DeSena almost choked on the smoke and looked at him like an idiot.

"Boss, we can find someone else."

"Isn't that Hydra quite famous now? Let's find them and kill him!"

Hydra...

Arturo De Sena's eyebrows twitched when he heard the name. Even though he had killed countless people, he was still afraid.

This is the terrorist organization that caused the fall of London!
It is said that the murders of several high-ranking officials in the United States were related to him...

Every time they kill someone, they will publish his crime online, so they are very famous among many radical groups.

When Hydra, an organization with the same name as the villain in Marvel, became a big deal, authors such as Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko were invited to have tea.

It was even reported in the newspapers at the time.

"Wait, wait a little longer... There's no need, don't touch the Americans." Arturo De Sena murmured a few words, but still couldn't make up his mind.

The main reason is the fear of being liquidated.

Seeing the boss say this, Enderrick Vinicius had no choice but to respond.

After chatting about some work, he was about to leave when he suddenly seemed to think of something and turned around, "Boss, those three bastards from the Gulf Group have been getting close to Elvis Salinas recently."

Arturo De Sena's eyes flashed and he smiled disdainfully.

"The military power is in our hands, what can they do?"

"Only when you have strong troops and horses can you have the final say!"

"I think Elvis Salinas should be taught a lesson," Endrick said.

This puppet is also a little restless.

What are you going to do?
Do you want to be in power?

Do you want to stand on top of us?
Do you think it's great to have Americans as your backers?
Arturo DeSena narrowed his eyes. "Then let him suffer a little, so that he will understand that in the Southern Alliance, the Americans are partners, not... superiors!"

"clear."

As soon as Endrick went out, he called the "Los Zetas" soldiers at the door and rushed to the home of puppet President Elvis Salinas.

Just crash into the door!
"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A black bodyguard yelled, but before he could finish, he was slapped to the ground by the captain, "Idiot, don't you want to see the badge on the car?"

The black man raised his head and it made the shape of a "Z"!

I felt cold all over and was almost frightened to death.

"Where is the President?" Enderico Vinicius got out of the car and asked them. "Upstairs, sir." The captain said hurriedly.

The other party nodded, glanced at the black bodyguard, and ran upstairs with the soldiers, knocking on the door, "Mr. President, I'm coming in."

After saying that, he glanced at the soldier next to him, who came up and kicked the door open, and a woman's scream was heard from inside.

"What are you doing! Endrik! What are you doing!" The shirtless puppet president Elvis shouted in horror.

"Sir, you have been ignoring state affairs lately and have been entangled with women every day. This is not good. I have heard that saints and sages must stay away from women. Let me help you solve this problem."

Two soldiers rushed forward, lifted the quilt, and dragged a blonde girl down. That place...the mountains are overlapping and the waters are deep!
"Save me, Elvis, save me!" the girl cried out.

"Let her go!!!"

Elvis picked up the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall and yelled with red eyes. His whole body was shaking and he was very emotional.

Endrick looked at him, smiled, took out his gun, put the muzzle into the woman's mouth, and then thumbed down the safety...

"Don't... don't kill me, please..."

boom! !

The girl's cry for mercy came to an abrupt end. Her head was blown open and her body lay limp on the ground, blood spurting out instantly.

"Ah!!!! Endrik! You bastard!!!" Elvis roared, rushed over, pointed the shotgun at his forehead, his eyes red, and the Los Zetas soldier next to him raised his gun and pointed it at him.

The black muzzle of the gun immediately calmed him down.

The scarlet in his eyes suddenly dissipated a lot.

Endrick saw Elvis's hands shaking, so he laughed and patted his face with his hands. "Mr. President, my boss told me to tell you, don't think about anything. Treat yourself like a pig. Eat when you are full and sleep when you are full. Do you understand?"

After saying this, he left with a big laugh.

Elvis was the only one left in the room. He looked at his girlfriend's body on the ground with a red face, then fell to his knees and cried loudly while holding the body.

I heard crying from behind me.

Endrick had no expression on his face.

"Trash is trash, all you can do is cry!"

When this news reached the ears of the "three young masters" of the Gulf Group, the three of them remained silent.

Start to shrink your head.

...

Blah blah blah! !
It rained heavily in Mexico.

How to describe it?
In the hazy city, the ground is full of fragments of reflections.

The little girl curled up under the eaves at the entrance of the TV station, wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt, her whole body was wet, she was shivering, closing her eyes, and shouting: "Mom..."

Suddenly a beam of light flashed.

The frightened girl suddenly opened her eyes, with fear in her pupils. She heard footsteps in the rainy night. She was so scared that she held her head and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

A tall figure slowly came over, took off his clothes, and covered her with them...

The little girl looked up. She couldn't see the other person's face, but the Mexican national emblem on the hat seemed to be shining.

The man left and rushed into the TV station with a group of soldiers.

"Guderian, commander of the Fifth Regiment of the Northern Army, has been ordered by the Governor-General's Office to officially take over the Mexico City Radio Station!"

...

"Liberate! Mexico City is liberated!"

Newsboys wearing newsboy caps and holding newspapers are running wildly on the streets of various cities in the north!
"Give me one, hi, kid," a woman said, raising her hand.

"Give me one too..."

"here…"

Many people gathered around.

I saw in the newspaper that the Fifth Army Regiment entered Mexico City, the internal armed forces collapsed upon hearing the news, and Colonel Guderian liberated the capital!

"The 5th Regiment. My brother is serving in the 5th Regiment." A fat, bald man shouted excitedly, laughing. "I'm going to tell my parents that a warrior has emerged from our family!"

He ran down the road shouting excitedly, "My brother serves in the 5th Regiment!"

People passing by did not think he was crazy, but looked at him with envy.

What is this called?
There is honor in it!

The entire northern society, especially after Victor's reform of the "military system", mainly emphasized one tone: come from the people and fight for the people!

The slogan of the war on drugs is being fought.

All for the Mexican people.

Improve welfare benefits, enhance family members' sense of honor, add land reform, tsk tsk...

To be honest, Victor is now the God of the North.

Defeat the old exploiting class and allow a new type of group to emerge.

Who doesn't obey him?

Some people have already started setting off fireworks to celebrate.

The Governor's Office also issued a letter requiring all units to take three days off to celebrate the liberation of the capital.

Destroying Popovich’s drug dealer government is a beautiful war!

As for the 3rd and 2nd Divisions, which were rushing towards Mexico City, they were disheartened...

MD!

Guderian, where did he come from?
Do you blitz?

Why can you run so fast?

The long sky, how can you treat me less favorably?
It is said that Erich Falkenhayn, the commander of the 2nd Division who broke through the defense line and resisted the attack of tens of thousands of people, cursed many times after hearing the news.

Of course, this is hearsay.

Victor, who was stationed in Leon, was very happy when he received the news of liberation.

"Send a congratulatory message to the 5th Regiment, congratulate Guderian, award him the title of "Hero of Mexico", award him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords, and promote him to major general, and award the 5th Regiment "First Class Merit of the Army."

Victor is so generous.

The secretary next to him hurriedly wrote down his words.

All of this will be recorded in the history of Mexico in the future.

Casare was also very excited. As long as the boss was happy, I was happy.

"Boss, should we press on and continue to expand our victory?"

"What do you think?" Victor looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who also flew in from Tijuana.

"We need to take down the remaining states of Querétaro and San Luis Potosí in the center, and after we connect the center and the north, I propose to end the military operations this year."

"We have been fighting for eight months, and it is time to take a break. Soldiers also want to go home. Besides, we need to carry out land reform and reorganize enterprises with so much land."

Victor felt that what he said was right. Development takes time.

"Thank you to Kwaukmote and Casare, they are busy now."

Fatty Ka patted his chest and said, "Boss, don't worry. Even if I lose 200 pounds due to hunger, I will not let the people go hungry again. Let them know that when Victor comes, there will be justice. When Victor comes, the drug dealers will run away!"

He felt comfortable with the flattery, and Victor pointed at him and smiled.

Everyone around was envious.

"General, there is an Iraqi plane that wants to land in Tijuana. It's Barzan Ibrahim Tikrit, the chief of intelligence."

At this moment, the accompanying councilor knocked on the door and said.

"This must be Saddam's brother, what is he doing here? We don't have a good relationship with them," said Casare.

Victor frowned, but soon he opened his eyes again, "There are no permanent friends or enemies between countries or forces. Since our friends are coming, we should welcome them. Let Quaukmote go and greet them for me."

They are all smart people and they immediately understood what the other party was doing.

It's nothing more than hoping to get some benefits or form an alliance.

after all…

The biggest anti-American leader now is Victor.

He was honored as "Pioneer" by the GCist guerrillas in Central America, which is a very famous name.

"Remember, don't agree to anything he asks for."

Unless he supports drug prohibition.

……

(End of this chapter)