Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 409: Playing tactics with me?
"damn it!"

"Seven days! I've been in Tijuana for seven days. Is this how you entertain foreign guests?!!!"

Iraqi Intelligence Minister Barzan finally roared out his anger, pointing at Goebbels and cursing, "I want to see Victor! Let him come to see me!!!"

"I want to ask him if he knows diplomatic etiquette!!"

Snapped!
Goebbels raised his hand and knocked Balzun, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, unconscious. Half of his face became red and swollen instantly.

Gah…

The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became awkward.

What the hell!

Do you take action at the slightest disagreement?
"Calm down, Mr. Balzun, Mr. Victor is very busy now." Goebbels' eyelids twitched and he looked at him with a smile.

The Iraqi's angry eyes suddenly became clear.

The pain on his face brought him back to his senses.

In fact, it was mainly because he had been here for seven days, and every day I took him shopping, visiting museums, and listening to Victor's propaganda plays. I had never seen Kwaukmot twice, and he was just some "minions"...

This made Balzan feel despised, and he finally exploded today.

only…

Anger comes like a tornado, but disappears just as quickly.

Barzun looked at the unfriendly-looking Mexican next to him and knew that he had offended their "emperor" with his "words". Just like in Iraq, if someone asked Saddam to come and see him, Barzun would be equally angry.

have a look…

As long as you are tough, people will automatically explain it to you.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and his face twitched, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Goebbels patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. I forgive you."

...

The Iraqis who followed Barzan were ashamed and kept their heads down.

"Then shall I take you to visit the anti-drug education today?" Goebbels asked with a smirk.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for disturbing you these two days. Thank you very much for your hospitality. I have some work in Iraq that requires me to go back..."

Balzan doesn't want to stay here anymore, it's such a shame!

Goebbels did not try to keep him, but smacked his lips with a look of regret on his face.

But he was very considerate and asked the driver to take them to the airport.

Walking on the ladder, Barzan looked back at the deserted airport with a sinister expression and a flash of dissatisfaction. He said in Kurdish, "Shame! Shame! Shame!!!"

"After returning home, we will use our intelligence systems in the United States and Europe to announce that Mexico and Iraq have formed a strategic alliance and will provide the latter with intercontinental missiles!"

"I'm going to make Mexico notorious among the Jewish community!"

Iraq has a bad relationship with that group of people. As to why Saddam fell later, some think tanks have given the opinion that it was because of "a thousand years of grudges" and that someone was behind the scenes fanning the flames.

You know, Iraq stood on the side of Germany during World War II.

Of course, the effect is lower than that of Italy.

Balzan wants to ruin Victor's reputation in the North American ecosystem!

If Mexico dares to sell intercontinental missiles, regardless of whether the news is true or not, Victor will offend a lot of people.

But in fact, if Victor knew his "three tricks", he might even want to laugh.

Offend others?

I, Victor, don’t have a good reputation in North America and Europe, okay?
Who doesn't know that I'm moody?
The main reason for not meeting with Barzan is that he thinks Saddam is too stupid. He doesn't want to talk to drug addicts and will sweep you away sooner or later.

The plane soared into the sky and flew for more than 10 hours. It had to transfer in Istanbul, Turkey from Mexico to Iraq.

Taking advantage of this gap, Balzan got off the plane and breathed some fresh air.

After washing his face in the bathroom to refresh himself, he went to the lounge to rest under the protection of two bodyguards. But at this moment, he suddenly saw two sexy girls walking towards him quickly and smiling in front of him.

Balzan was stunned. In front of him, the two women who looked like Asians sprayed an unknown liquid on his face, and then left with a smile. The two bodyguards were completely at a loss.

Because it's less than two or three seconds in total.

No one could have imagined this would happen.

Balzan panicked and felt something was wrong. His intuition told him that something was very wrong!

"Hurry! Ask the airport staff to take me to the infirmary to wash my face..." His voice became sharp and he yelled at the bodyguard.

The other party hurried to find the airport staff.

The passengers next to him made way for him, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Soon, the bodyguard came with a female airport staff. Balzan told her what had just happened and she took him to the infirmary.

But just as he stepped his left leg in...

Balzan's face suddenly turned red, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He fell to the ground and rolled over in pain. The bodyguard was really panicked when he saw this, and immediately went up to shout, "Sir! Sir!"

The other person's eyes bulged out, he stretched out his hand, trembling, the corner of his mouth twitched, and an unknown object accompanied by a foul smell came out.

next second...

Balzun stared and died.

Someone’s dead!!!
The airport staff were so frightened when they saw this scene that they turned cold all over and called for help while trembling while holding the walkie-talkie.

The two bodyguards knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, tears streaming down their faces.

They can already see the tragic situation of themselves and their families.

Saddam will definitely kill himself!

This scene of "the master dying and the servants crying" shocked the airport staff. After inquiring about the deceased, they were also stunned.

Saddam...half brother? !!!
The matter was quickly reported to the Turkish government.

And the gust of wind here also began to spin around the world...

With the rapid spread of the news media, the news quickly spread to Baghdad.

In the Palace of Believers.

In the office on the second floor.

Saddam's eldest son Uday smiled at the secretary who poured him coffee and said, "Thank you."

The female secretary blushed and glanced at him as she left. He nodded at her gently.

This…

This Mr. Uday seems to have changed!
He became gentle, polite, and even apologized.

This was simply unimaginable in the past. If anyone offended him, regardless of whether they were right or wrong, they would be killed!
He once raised two white tigers, properly, and then one day, the tiger became a little thinner, so he chopped up the trainer and fed it to the dogs!

He even turned the other party's entire family into food for the tiger!

It's simply brutal.

But since being imprisoned by Saddam, he has become a completely different person.

But little do people know that…

Uday was now looking at his secretary's buttocks, his eyes narrowed with madness.

if…

Cut these and dip them in chili oil, they must be delicious!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and then the attendant ran in with a look of horror, "Mr. Uday, President Saddam asked you to go to his office, it's urgent!"

"what's up?"

"Mr. Barzun... was assassinated in Istanbul!!!"

Uday stood up suddenly, his face full of shock and anger, "How is this possible! How could this happen!"

"I'll be there right away. I'll be there right away." He hurriedly moved around the chair, but his legs hit the corner of the table. He grimaced in pain, but he still managed to speak.

The attendant nodded quickly, closed the door, and ran to inform Kusai.

When he was the only one left in the office, Uday turned his head, looked at the glass hanging on the wall and smiled!
But I cried again...

The whole person seems to be mentally ill.

"Balzan, why don't you support me! Why! Am I not more suitable to inherit Saddam's position than that bastard? Hahahaha, don't blame me, don't blame me!!"

He talked to himself in a very suppressed voice.

The sound is very vague...

He rushed to the bathroom, washed his face, and then put some eye drops in his eyes. Tears started to flow...

She rushed out of the office, wiped her tears, and ran upstairs, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!"

People on the same floor actually also knew the news about Barzan, and when they saw Uday coming out crying, they all shed tears silently.

because…

Mr. Barzan is a rare good Iraqi. He would plead with Saddam Hussein for people, he would not kill innocent people, he was gentle and tough at the same time, he worked meticulously, he…

Pity…

Uday rushed into Saddam's office without knocking. He saw his father smoking a cigarette, his hands shaking, and tears on his face...

This Iraqi tyrant is actually crying at this moment?
There were two people standing next to him, one was Saddam’s eldest brother Watban, and the other was Saddam’s second brother Sabavi. Both of them had bad expressions. When they saw Uday rushing in, their expressions were different. Watban’s mouth twitched.

My left leg hurts...

His legs are disabled. Who did it? Uday!

The nephew shot his uncle's leg and broke it...

Could the way Watban looked at him be good?

When Saddam saw his eldest son barging in without knocking, he angrily picked up an ashtray and was about to throw it at him. Suddenly, he saw Uday kneeling on the ground, crying in pain, "Father, Uncle Barzan is gone. How did he die? Please tell me, I want to avenge him, I want to avenge him!"

Kneeling on the ground and banging the ground hard.

She cried so heartbreakingly.

Everyone in the house was stunned. Kusai, who had also heard the news and rushed over and was standing at the door, twitched his eyes when he saw his boss like this.

Fuck!
shameless!
Saddam's expression relaxed, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Stand up!"

Uday sobbed and trembled as he got up, wiping his tears.

Watban looked at the other person and felt even more dissatisfied. This nephew was too good at acting. He didn't believe that this little bastard would change for the better. Can a dog stop eating shit?

The second brother Sabavi looked the other up and down...

"Qusay, come in too." Saddam looked at his second son and nodded.

The other party hurried in and stood opposite the eldest brother.

"It seems that you also know that this matter must be retaliated! Investigate it for me and find out who did it."

"Father, could it be the Mexicans who did it? They have never had a good relationship with us..." Kusai asked in a low voice beside him.

Uday clenched his fists nervously, and he almost laughed in his heart.

Thanks to your brother, I was going to blame Victor for the humiliation he suffered in Mexico!

Getting rid of Balzan, who was unwilling to support him, and putting the blame on Victor was simply killing two birds with one stone.

But his tense muscles caught the eyes of his second brother Sabavi. His pupils shrank, and he lowered his head as if he had thought of something.

Saddam was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Check first."

He looked at his two sons, somewhat hesitantly. Both of them were very nervous. Uday suddenly stood up and said, "Father, leave it to me. I must find out who killed Uncle Barzan!"

Kusai looked at his elder brother with shame and anger, and regretted that he had not come out earlier.

"Then let Sabavi take charge, and you help him."

The second brother who was called out shuddered, looked at Uday, then looked at his elder brother, and he was very confused for a moment.

"Yes, father!" "Leave the work of Balzan to Qusay."

Kusai, who was originally feeling lost, raised his head in surprise, while Wu Dai's expression drooped and he almost lost control, his super male gene almost exploded.

"You guys go out, Sabavi and Watban stay."

The two men came out of the office. Uday had a gloomy face and was too lazy to say a word to his brother. He returned to the office, locked the door, and locked himself in the inner room. He took out a poster from a gap, and when he opened it, it was Saddam's propaganda film.

It's full of holes.

"Father! Why don't you give me a chance? Why!"

why!
Why don't you believe me? ! !
Why give everything to your brother? !

He took a knife and stabbed Saddam's portrait hard, venting his anger.

The desire to kill my father grew stronger and stronger.

Kill Saddam!
I shall be king!

...

"Balzin is dead?"

Victor was stunned when he heard the news.

"The man was killed by two women at Istanbul Airport. The police have arrested two people, one of whom is a Japanese and the other is Indonesian. They claimed to be actors in a prank show. The director asked them to find random people at the airport and spray liquid on them, but they didn't expect to die..." said George Smiley, who is in charge of intelligence.

"This is really a coincidence."

"Some people have already suspected that it has something to do with us... We sent people to kill him. Boss, do you want to issue an announcement?" Casare asked from the side.

Victor sneered, "Will people listen if you send it? Do I need to explain anything to them? If anyone wants to listen, just come to Mexico and find me!"

"If Saddam is also dissatisfied, let him come and fight me. I want to see how many pounds of bones he has left."

Why should I explain to them my actions as Victor?

"But it's not comfortable to be blamed for something. Check, check carefully to see who wants to mess with me."

"Could it be an American?" George Smiley blurted out, but when he finished speaking, he saw his eldest and second brothers looking at him, blushing and smiling, "Professional habits, professional habits..."

No matter what happens, it’s always right to blame the United States first.

If it's not its fault, then is it my fault?

In fact, it is simply impossible for the United States.

The person in charge of the Pentagon is the general's father-in-law. Under his coordination, the 4th Division withdrew from Texas, thus avoiding a greater conflict. Although this made some rednecks dissatisfied, there were also people who believed that Donald Rumsfeld was more suitable for the current American politics.

And CIA head Stanfield Turner was dragged into the water by Hydra.

Whose Hydra is that?

What a mess...

Victor is the mastermind behind this.

Victor puffed his cheeks and blew the cigarette out of his nose. "We are developing too fast. There are always people watching us. We have to get used to it. Don't be afraid or nervous. If anyone is unhappy with us, we will kill his entire family!"

"Kill his whole family!" Casare responded.

"The main task now is to send informants into Chimahuacan and convey the information inside to provide intelligence assistance to Guderian."

"General, please rest assured. I am in charge of this matter. We have deployed more than 100 agents and 300 informants. It is a joke for them to wage a people's war in front of us. Victory will never stand on the side of the drug traffickers."

"With the right time, right place and right people, we will win!"

"I have asked the Air Force to help drop 30 leaflets over Chimahuacan, calling on the people to join us in opposing drug traffickers and fighting against them, and that even those who rebel will be exempted from their crimes by the Tijuana government!"

Victor was very satisfied... He threw the cigarette to George Smiley and motioned him to smoke. "Well done, keep up the good work."

"Defend Mexico to the death. Defend the General to the death!" George Smiley saluted and shouted.

Under the leadership of the invincible Victor, Mexico is bound to achieve glory.

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

Victor stood up and smiled, leading them towards the cafeteria.

He likes to eat with everyone.

This is called being close to the "subordinates".

...

9 month 4 day.

The atmosphere in Chimahuacan was extremely tense.

There is no water or electricity...

This is the government forces forcing them to surrender. They will shut off your water and electricity to see what you can do.

Of course, I can still bear...

Most importantly... no poor people dare to go out and surrender. The local gangs require them not to take showers and save water. Water will be delivered in due time.

The 4th is the day when the flood occurs.

A group of poor people were waiting with buckets of water. The thin Alex was like a fallen leaf in the crowd, and was squeezed almost into a biscuit, but he still looked into the distance with hope.

"Here they come! Here they come!" Someone shouted, and then I saw a water truck coming, followed by two pickup trucks with a dozen armed men sitting in them. As soon as the truck stopped, the poor people rushed over.

"Back off! Back off! Line up! Line up!" the people distributing water shouted, but the poor pushed forward even more. The exasperated gangsters pulled the bolt of their guns and fired at the dozen people in front of them, "bang bang bang..."

All of a sudden, they were swept away.

"Fuck! No queue, no chance of getting anything!"

The blood splattered on Alex's face. He was shaking all over, afraid, helpless and panicked. The poor people on the ground had all died. The bucket that fell to the ground was instantly stained red with blood.

"queue!!"

The poor wanted to run away, but they would really die without water, so they could only queue up timidly, not daring to speak. When they accidentally saw the corpses on the ground, they all looked away in panic, not daring to look any longer.

The person distributing the water turned on the tap, let it run for a few seconds, and then closed it. "Next."

"??"

Seeing that there was not even a finger of water left in the bucket, the poor man cried, "Sir, please give me some more. There are five people in my family, and this is not enough..."

"Get out of here. Just use some water to moisten your lips. No one has any water. If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you to death." The gangster said impatiently.

As soon as the gun was pulled out, the begging poor man ran away.

"Next~"

The gangster snorted proudly.

Soon it was Alex's turn. He looked at the water in the bucket, opened his mouth, and could only lower his head and leave...

After walking two steps, run quickly.

"Alex, fuck it! Stop right there!" A tall and strong man ran over from behind, caught up with the other person in three or two steps and blocked him.

The man looked to be in his 30s and looked greedily at Alex's bucket. "Give me the water."

"No! No!"

Seeing that the other party was so uncooperative, his hand trembled, and a knife escaped. He waved it twice viciously, "Don't force me to kill you!"

"No!" Alex hugged him tightly, his eyes panicked, but also determined. This was the hope of his whole family. He could drink dirty water, but they couldn't.

He still remembers what his deceased father told him: a man should be responsible and take care of his family.

The tall and strong man also became ruthless. He rushed over and waved his hands vigorously, waving his knife around, and fought with Alex. The difference in size between the two men was too big, and soon the latter was bleeding, his arm was cut, and the bucket was stolen.

Alex, with a bruised face, covered his face and cried loudly, "Give me back my water! Give me back my water!"

The poor people passing by all looked indifferent...

There has never been a rule or fairness in the slums since ancient times.

Alex screamed in despair...

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise and everyone looked up.

I saw planes appear in the sky and fly overhead, and then groups of leaflets were scattered and fell to the ground.

Falling on the ground, on the roof, in the gutter...

A photo was also floated onto Alex's face. He had tears in his eyes and was holding a flyer. He knew how to read because his mother had taught him.

I saw it written on it:

“Dear compatriots!”

"The great General Victor cannot bear to see you working for drug dealers and gangsters. We are all one family. As long as you walk out of the slums and shout Long Live Victor, you can get hot water, food, accommodation and doctors."

"The government will provide housing for the first 6000 who surrender to the government army."

"Come back, compatriots. The general has prepared everything for you."

Alex's hand shrank, and his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the description. He looked around and saw many people holding flyers with different expressions. Obviously... some of them were tempted.

Get out of the ghetto and you’ll get what you want.

Who is not moved?

"Put it all down! Don't take any. Whoever takes the flyers is a traitor. We promise not to leave your entire family alive!" The gangster who distributed the leaflets also saw it. He was furious. He shouted loudly at the poor people around him and even had people shoot into the air.

Alex threw the flyer into the gutter and ran home covered in bruises.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother and thin sister at home looking at him.

"Son, why are you like this? Who hit you?" the white-haired mother asked nervously. She was not very old, only in her 30s, but she was already exhausted.

"Mom, the water was stolen!"

The mother paused and touched Alex's face. "It's okay, it's okay. As long as you are safe, it's okay." She hugged her son and comforted him.

Alex gritted his teeth, looked at his hungry sister who didn't even have an A, then looked at his mother, and suddenly said, "Let's run out and surrender to the government forces!"

!!!

His mother and sister all looked at him in shock.

"Shhh... Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense."

"Mom, if we don't run we will die. We will die of thirst, hunger, or be beaten to death by gangsters. I just saw a leaflet. The government army will provide us with food and doctors. You will definitely get better."

"The government troops are not necessarily good people..." my sister said softly.

"That's better than waiting to die here!"

"How many days can we hold out? Three days? Five days? Seven days?"

Alex shook his head sadly, "The gang killed someone again today. I've had enough."

He wiped his tears and was very determined.

“I want to leave the ghetto!”

"Mom, I...I don't want to die here. I don't want to die like a numb bird in this slum. I want to go outside and see the world. I want to live!"

Live...

Seeing the look in her son's eyes, the mother's heart trembled, tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, and she hugged her son and daughter tightly, "Let's go. It's better to give it a try than to wait for death in the slums..."

She didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong.

嗏

She didn't want the baby she had carried for ten months to die like a rat in the stinking ditch of the slum. Without water, her whole family would die in three days.

Then give it a try…

maybe…

Maybe God is loving you?
Always try it...

Victor also tried to bless.

……

(End of this chapter)