Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 406 Take care, brother! Goodbye, girl! Love you, mom!

Washington, USA.

1301 K Street NW.

This is the Washington Building headquarters!

At this time on the 7th floor, Belsaria Rumsfeld was wearing a black suit, her hair was tied up, she looked very capable, she was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and she was wearing jeans...

Wow, the figure is outlined very well.

A pair of eyes were looking at me lustfully through the curtains in the office at the back.

"Brutus, I tell you, don't set your sights on her. She's not someone you can think of." A middle-aged man sitting in the back of the office said, wearing a tie, looking gentle and with a cigar in his mouth.

The young man by the window loosened his grip and the curtain snapped back by itself. The man looked like he had indulged in excessive sexual activity. His face was very pale and his eyes were surrounded by dark circles. The clothes he wore were quite expensive and he had a ring on his hand.

This is considered a "landmark" by many law firms.

"She has a high status? Am I not as good as her?" The young man said with a smile, spreading his hands conceitedly. As one of the youngest partners in the "Magic Circle" law firm, he has close contacts with great scholars.

In fact, in a few years, he will be able to use this identity to go into politics.

They can be said to be young elites.

The middle-aged man was the vice president of The Washington Post. When he heard what he said, he smiled meaningfully and shook his head. Although he didn't say anything, he said everything!

"Okay, it's time to get off work, do you want to go for a drink?"

The young man shook his head. When he saw Belsaria Rumsfeld had left, he opened the door and ran out.

"It's just an idiot who got hit in the lower body."

Seeing him like this, the vice president frowned and said that he actually didn't know what Belsaria's background was like, but his intuition told him that something was wrong...

He then withdrew, otherwise he would have been forced to take advantage of her.

Is it someone else's turn?

"Belsaria." Brutus called out with what he thought was the most handsome smile in his life. When she turned around, he casually showed her his watch worth one hundred thousand dollars. "Are you free tonight? I know a very good restaurant."

"Feel sorry."

Belsaria smiled and shook her head, then turned and entered the elevator. Brutus' smile froze and he rushed in as well, getting very close to the other person. The former's expression immediately showed dissatisfaction and he leaned to the side.

But this person still came closer shamelessly.

"Mr. Brutus, please be respectful. I have a boyfriend."

Looking at the angry girl in front of him, the promising lawyer in the "Magic Circle" felt like a bunch of arrows pierced his heart.

omg!

it's beautiful.

He was so horny that he didn't know where he got the courage from, but he pushed the girl down on the elevator and tried to kiss her hard.

"Get away! Bastard! Get away!!!" Belsalia had never expected this to happen. She screamed in horror, hit the other person on the head with the bag in her hand, and kicked him in the crotch.

┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~!

Brutus' face turned red and he knelt on the ground holding his balls.

At this time, the elevator also reached the bottom and Belsaria ran out in panic.

"damn it!"

“Damn bitch!!”

Brutus' eyes bulged out. He was an elite, he was praised by everyone, and any woman would consider it an honor to sleep with him. There were women he had slept with who were prettier than Belsaria, but they all loved him!

It's your honor to be favored by you!

If it doesn't work, use force.

I am a lawyer. Is there any case that I cannot win?
If so, put the money in!

Even death sentences can be overturned. Anyway, American judicial justice is only for the poor!

Brutus rushed out of the elevator holding his balls, grabbed Belsaria and cursed. There were many people nearby, and they looked at this scene in surprise.

"Mr. Brutus..."

Someone came over and pulled him.

"Get away!!"

He kicked the person who was trying to stop the fight away and looked at the woman who ran out of the door with a fierce look!

But when running...

A small packet of white flour fell from his pocket.

Oh open!

It turns out that he was taking drugs, otherwise it would be impossible for an American lawyer who claims to be an elite to behave like this in public.

This "Hell No. 1" was created by Ye Zhenli and his team. Its main effect is a brain-stimulating effect. It will gradually affect your personality within half an hour after taking it. It will not be sudden, but gradual.

In other words, you have no idea under what circumstances you might go crazy!
Moreover, after taking it, there is a serious tendency towards violence.

But it also has high combat effectiveness. Drug dealers and gangs love this game very much, and it is popular all over the world...

Outside the Washington Post there was a red car with two men inside and Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana" playing on the speakers.

Suddenly, they heard a scream. The two turned their heads and saw a woman running out in a panic, followed by a man who was pulling her.

"Ms. Belsaria!" The passenger in the passenger seat was stunned for a moment and yelled, "Fuck!!!"

"Come on, come on, put on your hood!" The driver put a balaclava on his head.

They are expatriates from the Mexican Secret Service, and are primarily responsible for Belsaria's safety. Of course, according to Director Casare's instructions, they are to get rid of any men who approach her with ill intentions.

"What should we do?" the co-pilot turned his head and looked at him and asked.

"Get rid of him!"

"Our boss's woman is not someone that anyone can bully."

"There's a U.S. Secret Service car 200 meters behind us," the co-pilot said after a moment's hesitation.

"What are you afraid of? After you kill them, leave according to the plan."

The two men pushed open the car door, held onto the railing, flipped over in a dashing manner, and rushed towards Brutus.

The people from the Special Intelligence Bureau also noticed something was wrong. Three strong men got out of the car. They were wearing suits and looked impressive, but in fact...

It's just for show!
MD, a bunch of losers can't even understand people.

"Help! Help..." Belsaria screamed.

Brutus' eyes were red, the veins on his hands were clearly visible, and he tried hard to pull her clothes off.

Bra...saw it!!
boom! !

A figure rushed over and kicked him three meters away. He lay on the ground and screamed in pain.

"Put it on first, lady." The driver who came from behind covered her with a piece of clothing, took out a knife from his arms, ran over and grabbed Brutus' head in the horrified eyes of everyone.

A knife!

Stab through the neck!!
Brutus' throat made a "huh" sound.

Pull it out and keep poking!
With two cuts, the "magic circle" lawyer instantly withdrew from the "biosphere".

“Ah!! Murder! Murder!!!”

The area in front of the Washington Post is a busy street. The crowd that was originally standing around watching the excitement screamed and ran away in panic.

"Go, go, go!" The two of them went against the flow of people and went into the alley and disappeared without a trace.

Soon the U.S. Secret Service arrived and protected Belsaria. As soon as the seven-seater SUV arrived, they opened the door, got in, and drove away.

What they didn't notice was that a Mercedes parked nearby followed them.

Mexican Secret Service No. 2 is in place!
Soon the police arrived and were surprised to find that the deceased was a well-known lawyer...

But no matter how surprising it is, the speed of solving the case is really slow.

Everyone ran away...

The only one who knew was Belsaria. But when I called the phone number on the company's internal list, the number on the other end was... the Pentagon.

? ? ? ?
...

brush~
Victor put away the newspaper, his eyes fixed, "You said Belsaria was attacked?"

Casare nodded. "The killer was a lawyer, but he was killed by a Secret Service agent who was present at the scene."

Hearing this, the other party breathed a sigh of relief, "What's going on?"

"The murderer must have taken too much Hell No. 1, which stimulated his brain and subconsciously aroused the violent factors in his heart."

Casare looked worried. "Boss, this new drug Hell No. 1 is too powerful. We took more than 300 drug dealers to do live experiments and found that this drug is 65% faster than other drugs on the market in inducing violence, anxiety, and depression. In other words, once you get addicted, you will definitely behave in a way that is not normal in a short period of time."

"If you take too much, your limbs will become stiff, your speech will become slurred, and your movements will become rigid, just like a zombie!"

"The most important thing is that after taking an overdose, they will not die suddenly, but will instead like to bite."

"In San Antonio, Texas, there were 67 cases of drug addicts assaulting people. Some attacked police officers, resulting in the deaths of three police officers, but 3 people were also beaten to death."

"I think the harmful power of Hell No. 1 is like that of an atomic bomb in peacetime!"

Victor was startled by Casare's words. When the cigarette on his fingers burned, he suddenly realized and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"I think it should be announced to the world through the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, with the full harm scale in place, and drug dealers who buy, use and transport drugs should be included in the list of 'irreversible' people."

"Okay, let's do as you say. Let Joachim Ribbentrop hold a meeting of the Narcotics Control Bureau and make sure to make the harm clear."

Casare nodded in response. "For us, the Chimahuacan slum is really difficult to manage. We don't know how many drug dealers and addicts there are among the 400 million people. Most importantly, the complex population is too dense. I'm afraid that if we act too aggressively, it will provoke a counterattack from the local gangs."

What does 400 million people mean?
Just think of it this way, it is the capital of a medium-sized country, and it is narrow in scope, mostly on the mountainside, and densely populated...

You can't just say to use artillery to bombard it, right?

400 million people!
How many people will die if one shot is fired?
Did you massacre everyone in the slums?
That good guy...

Even the little mustache guy in Germany has to call you "Big Brother".

Victor frowned, and the atmosphere in the office became tense.

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

Casare raised his eyebrows and glanced at the boss. The other party nodded slightly, and he quickly picked up the phone, "Hello!"

"Okay, I understand. I'll convey that to the general."

He hung up the phone, his eyes serious, "Boss, the Chimahuakan gang opened fire on my troops, killing three and injuring six."

It turns out that what you fear will come true!
Those gang members are all involved in drug trafficking. If you, Victor, tell them to get out, can they actually get out?

I will definitely fight you to the death!

Holding 400 million people hostage...

I bet you don’t dare to force it.

They are much more familiar with the slums than people from the north. They know exactly which woman sells for how much, and they also know which roads to take, making them easy targets for smuggling.

But obviously they underestimated Victor, who is a tough guy.

"Order to form the 5th Marine Division based on the 2th Regiment, with Guderian as the division commander and Douglas Haig as the deputy division commander. Select soldiers from the reserve who are willing to transfer to the front-line troops as supplementary soldiers, and transfer new soldiers from the northern training camp as supplementary soldiers."

“Appoint him as the military chief of Mexico City and the commander-in-chief of the Chimahuacan slum campaign, with the authority to order the troops stationed in the capital to cooperate.”

"Tell him, I don't care what means he uses. I want Kimahuakan to do it to me cleanly in 6 months!"

"Your Governor's Office should also find a way to move the population out of the slums. You can develop new towns outside Mexico City to accommodate the population and serve as frontier positions."

"Okay!" Casare nodded vigorously. He could hear from the boss's tone the determination to take over the Chimahuacan slums!
Slums without social stability are a bomb.

If these people become bold enough one day, they might even rush down from the mountainside and commit crimes in the city.

For safety and for the regime!

Fuck you!

Casare also envied Guderian, who was promoted from a small regimental commander to the commander of the newly formed Fifth Division in less than two weeks!

How old are you?

26 years old!
Damn...

The youngest commander of the five divisions appeared.

Although they were all new recruits, they must be elite troops because they survived the brutal street fighting, urban fighting and building fighting in the Battle of Chimahuacán Slums.

May Victor bless them.

Amen~
...

Santa Catarina, Baja California del Norte.

This is a coastal city.

The air is filled with a salty smell, and you can see seagulls flying freely.

The fishing boats start the new day by blowing their whistles.

As one of Victor's "early plates", the people here think very closely after him, and they do whatever the Emperor says!
Typical die-hard fan.

Similarly, Baja California Norte and Baja California Sur are also the places that provide the most troops.

I have a strong desire to join the army.

You can even see vertical signs on the streets.

“All for a drug-free Mexico!”

"It is an honor to serve alone in the army!"

At this time, at the "Santa Catarina Recruit Supply Camp", farewell music was playing, and everywhere there were people hugging their girlfriends, wives, and children.

As one of the "four major recruit camps" of the Northern Army, the population here has always been over 3 people, and today, 6000 people will be drawn to join the army.

We will continue to recruit the vacancies.

Anyway, maintaining 3+ can provide fresh blood replenishment when the troops need it.

"Jacob, promise me you'll come back." The young and immature woman hugged her boyfriend and cried loudly.

The man was wearing a military uniform and a pure black balaclava. He looked at her softly with deep eyes. He picked the girl up and leaned her against the flower bed. He swung his right hand, handed her a bouquet of roses, and said with a smile, "Wait for me to come back, wait for me to marry you, wait for me."

“If one day, the south wind blows into your ears, remember, it is me who is thinking of you.”

The girl cried even harder.

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself." The recruit patted her face, put on his backpack, and rushed to the troop carrier.

After running to the car, Jacobo shouted and waved his hands. "Salma, I love you!"

"I love you too!!"

"Principal, should we just ignore it?" The instructor at the supplementary camp asked Nidhogg Black next to him. The other party was missing an arm and had a scar on his face. Looking at this scene, a smile appeared on the tough guy's face.

"Let the boys say goodbye, maybe..."

He didn't say anything else, but everyone understood that perhaps this was the last time they would meet.

They all came from the front line. They can be instructors, but most of them are actually injured.

People like Principal Nidhogg Black, who had his arm blown off, are sometimes lucky, at least he is still alive, but he is also unfortunate, because he is the only one alive in the entire company.

Guys…

Live well...

Hundreds of troop carriers slowly drove out of the camp.

Nidhogg Black looked at the soldiers going away and said, "Salute!"

Everyone saluted them in unison.

Take care, bro!
Goodbye, girl!
Love you, mom!

Wish you...

Good morning, good afternoon and good night!
……

(End of this chapter)