Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 413: Once the hero draws his sword, it will be another ten years of disaster for the people!

Sierra Madre del Sur, Mexico!
The main peak, Tajumulco Volcano, is 4220 meters above sea level. It extends from the Balsas River Valley to the southeast through the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, and continues eastward to the San Juan River Valley. If it spreads a little further to the south, it will reach Guatemala.

It is considered a primeval forest.

A view from the sky…

A group of about 300 people were traveling laboriously on the mountain path using donkey carts and horse carriages.

Ye Zhenli was sweaty and smelly. He took off his glasses, gasped for breath, and glanced at Walter White next to him, who was also supporting his knees and looked very tired.

They are... planning to hide in the rainforest and develop.

Although the south is a paradise for drug traffickers, the market share no longer allows "newcomers" to join. Ye Zhenli does not intend to rely on others. Why should he distinguish between people when he can make money himself?
He wants to do it himself!

After thinking it over, he decided that if he went into the forest, it would be difficult for the government forces to catch him. By the time they came up, he would have to move his position.

And those people...

In fact, most of them are Ye Zhenli’s relatives and friends.

When he returned to China to visit his relatives, he spent a lot of money. The banquet lasted for three days and he also built a tomb for his ancestors. When people saw how rich he was, they hoped that Ye Zhenli would take him around.

He selected his own family members and some good friends, found some desperate criminals from Southeast Asia, and got some American weapons from the black market. This team was finally put together.

Typical of Laozi when he first opened...

"Boss, the San Diego Valley is right in front of us." A guide came over smoking a cigarette and said, "You can see it from the front."

"Let's go and take a look!" Ye Zhenli perked up and ran to a big rock. His hands and feet were very nimble when it came to sales, and he didn't know when he would be beaten to death for stuffing a small card into his pocket.

With the help of others, he stood on the stone and the view in front of him suddenly became clear!
A clearing in the canyon appeared before my eyes, and I saw wild boars. Under the setting sun, everything seemed very quiet and beautiful.

A breeze blew...

Ye Zhenli felt his chest surge, raised his hands, and shouted, "I want to be the king of the world!"

"I want to be the king of the world!"

There was an echo in the canyon, which startled the birds perched on the branches, making them flap their wings and fly around.

Jumping down from the rock, Ye Zhenli clapped his hands and said to a man who looked somewhat similar to him, "Jinghua, have someone set up the tent. Starting tomorrow, organize people to cut wood and build a wooden house. We will settle here in the future."

That was his cousin, Ye Jinghua, who was no ordinary person either. He was five years younger than him, but he was also a top student at a famous university in the country.

Originally he was in the system, but he only made so little money throughout the year, which was a torment for the ambitious Ye Jinghua. When he saw Ye Zhenli spending money like water, he had already been tempted. They had a good relationship, so he wanted to join.

Ye Zhenli actually told him this at that time.

What you are doing is a business that will get you killed.

Ye Jinghua said at the time, "If a man cannot eat from five pots, then he should be cooked in five pots!"

If you want me to die in poverty, you might as well kill me now.

can only say…

In the turbulent times, there are always people who are dissatisfied with the status quo.

Ye Jinghua responded and began to direct people to set up the tents.

Ye Zhenli walked up to Walter White, took out a cigarette and handed it to him. The latter spread out his hand and said, "I am a lung cancer patient."

"So what? Maybe if you smoke a cigarette, you won't be one tomorrow?"

The other party was startled, smiled and thanked him, hung it on his lips, lit the fire, and took a deep breath, "It's so refreshing, since I got sick, I rarely touch this thing."

"People live for nothing more than money, women, power and their own pleasure. If you have to abstain from everything, you might as well die."

Ye Zhenli squatted and said, "Besides, don't worry, I have found the Mayo Clinic in the United States and deposited 300 million US dollars there. The world's top experts will consult you, and they will come to Mexico every month."

"I also deposited $20 into Skyler's account and hired the Military Professional Resources (MPRI) to help you protect your wife and children. Don't worry. I also sent a message to them, saying that you are setting up a company with someone in Southeast Asia, so they can rest assured."

Walter White was silent for a moment. "Thank you."

Ye Zhenli smiled and waved his hands, pretending to be unhappy and said, "Do we need to say thank you for our relationship? In our organization, you are investing in technology, which is to make money for both of us. When we make a lot of money, we will buy a small island overseas and bring our family over."

He patted the American on the shoulder, "This day won't be long."

Ye Zhenli is indeed suitable to be a leader. With just a few words, Walter White, a high school teacher, felt that he was the best person besides his own family.

"I have also figured out Hell No. 2. It will be ready in about three months. This new product is more stimulating than the old one. Moreover, it can make people excited for a long time and resist fatigue. It can also make people excited and sexually aroused. It can also reduce the demand for food and sleep. However, it is also more violent. Unlike traditional drugs, it has a smaller withdrawal reaction, but it is more harmful to the human body..."

Ye Zhenli's eyes lit up. "These are not what we are considering. For drug addicts, these are not a problem. What we need to consider is how to set the price."

"Yeah." Walter White nodded, "It's almost there, almost there...it will be well soon."

"Then you take a rest first. I'll go contact the client. We just need to ship out a batch of goods."

The American clapped his hands and nodded.

He stood up, walked to the side, took out a satellite phone and called Yu Zhiyi in Las Vegas.

"The day after tomorrow, there will be an Air New Zealand flight with the number NZ 08672 from the capital of Guatemala that will land at the airport. When the time comes, please contact an airport maintenance worker named Meanu. There are a batch of dolls in the cargo hold, which are all goods, a total of more than 400 kilograms. I have already contacted the buyer, a purchasing manager of a local casino. You can give him 1% of the payment, which is his kickback."

Ye Zhenli does things with just one word.

Meticulous!
Everyone has meat to eat.

1% rebate, tsk tsk tsk…

Some gamblers in those casinos get too addicted and ask about drugs.

If entertainment venues don’t have this stuff…

Just washing feet?

"Okay, by the way, someone came to us and wanted to buy a lot of goods from us. I can’t finish it all." My wife Yu Zhiyi said in Spanish.

His wife was his pen pal, and it was with her encouragement that he started his own business. Of course, she didn't let him sell drugs, but this guy just had a wild mind.

After Ye Zhenli got the first sum of money, he went straight to the other party and proposed to him!

10 carat diamond ring...

Then the woman quit her newspaper job and joined his drug gang.

Mainly serves as "Ambassador to the United States".

"Who introduced him? What's the buyer's background?" Ye Zhenli was very cautious. He didn't want to be set up as a trap.

"One of Guzman's mistresses introduced us to a group of terrorist organizations active in southern Thailand. They want one ton of Hell No. 1 and hope we can give them a discount."

Ye Zhenli raised his eyebrows and said, "Give them the price in Italy and ask them to pay the money. We won't accept credit."

"it is good."

After Yu Zhiyi finished talking about work, he paused and said in a gentle tone, "Ali, I'm pregnant."

Ye Zhenli's hand holding the satellite phone trembled, and then he was ecstatic, "Really? Boy or girl? Bah bah bah, I like everything."

“When will you come to America?”

"Maybe in half a month. By then I have to go and negotiate a business deal. Victor has wiped out most of the drug dealers in Mexico. The market is vacant. I have to negotiate a partnership with a few big gangs."

Yu Zhiyi was very happy, "Okay, accompany me to the hospital for a checkup then."

Of course Ye Zhenli agreed and told the other party to take good care of himself.

"I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a father!" He hung up the phone, raised his hands and cheered!
All the relatives who heard the sound smiled and congratulated.

"3 US dollars per person! Anyone who sees it can get a share!" He waved his hand readily.

A bunch of relatives' eyes lit up.

3 US dollars was equivalent to 1991 RMB in 18!

Damn...

When other foreign personnel heard the news, they also cheered.

"Long live the boss!"

Ye Zhenli laughed loudly, as if he just threw away 900 million US dollars in one breath and didn't care at all...

The profit he got from Hell No. 1 was over 5000 million USD, and he is still making money, with a daily income of over 200 million USD...

Gee tut.

As expected, all the money-making stuff will lead to death.

As soon as everyone heard about distributing money, they moved faster.

This drug cartel, which is developing in the Sierra Madre del Sur, is gaining strength!

Ye Zhenli is smart and low-key. Although Hell No. 1 is being sold all over the world, many people don’t know who is behind the fall, and they don’t even know the nationality of the boss.

This is the characteristic: making money in a low-key manner.

The drug trafficker regime in the south is very high-profile.

Seeing that the battle of the Chimahuacán slums was becoming tense and the government forces were gradually making inroads, Arturo De Sena panicked and called all the senior officials to prepare for a meeting.

He looked over and suddenly paused, "Dwight, where are your eldest brother Georgia and your second brother Berman?"

Everyone's eyes turned to him at once, with a teasing look in their eyes.

Dwight was a little at a loss when his name was called out. He was the third son of Abrego, the former boss of the Gulf Group, but he never liked to be in charge of things since he was a child. However, after all, his status was there, and after the establishment of the southern drug trafficker government, he was given the position of Minister of Tourism.

His eldest brother Giorgia has soldiers under his command, and many old people from the Gulf Group have joined him. The same is true for the second oldest brother, Berman. Both of them are very unhappy with Arturo De Sena and don't like him. The two sides are fighting for power.

Made a lot of jokes.

Dwight looked at both sides and cursed in his heart, "You two little bastards, you are brothers, but you didn't come and didn't even tell me."

"Alright! If they don't want to come, then don't come. Let's get down to business. In order to prepare for a long-term war, we can't rely on aid and imports from the United States and other countries. I decided to apply for "assistance" in research and development and production from abroad. We must develop a weapon that suits us."

"Finally, after many rounds of selection, we finally chose a country."

Arturo DeSenna glanced at his confidant next to him, who stood up and said, "This is a country with a large population, rich experience in war, no rivals, and strong research and development capabilities."

He smiled as he spoke.

"Maybe many people have guessed it. Yes, it is India."

"We have commissioned India to produce an infantry fighting vehicle, a tank and a gun."

“It is expected to be put into mass production early next year.”

Arturo De Sena was of course very satisfied to hear this, they are now a country, not a small organization, and of course they hope to make progress, and this is an opportunity.

Everyone present looked at each other. We were all drug dealers and not experts in military industry. We could only nod in agreement. Some people even applauded and praised him for his good choice.

India is not in a bad situation at this time...

Ok…

It shouldn't be bad.

After all, there are so many people.

Arturo De Sena placed his hands horizontally, motioning them to be quiet, and rested his elbows on the table, raising a finger. "This is the first thing. The second thing is that Victor's anti-government forces want to fight against our brothers in the slums of Mexico City. We must help them." "General, this... weapons cannot be transported across the border, and the control is very strict." Someone said in embarrassment.

Are you worthy of being called a general?
Nonsence!

It turns out that any cat or dog can be called like this.

Three or five big men in Africa holding firewood sticks from World War II can be called warlords.

On this planet, besides Victor...

Only all the young generals are worthy of being called generals.

loyalty!

"I have contacted the Spanish ETA, the Islamic Tigers, and the Japanese Red Army, and they are willing to carry out terrorist attacks on Victor's territory!"

hiss!
These three are currently well-known terrorist organizations!
The "Turban Brotherhood" and "Twin Towers Boys" have not been established yet.

However, due to historical reasons, the Japanese Red Army's practices gradually became detached from the masses, and it only took a moment for them to transform from an extreme left-wing organization to a terrorist organization.

In 1970, one of the core members, Jing Shitian, and six other accomplices hijacked a Japan Airlines passenger plane with 6 passengers and 131 crew members on board;
1972年5月30日，“赤军”分子在以色列特拉维夫机场劫持两架日本飞机，导致24人死亡、76人受伤。

1974年9月袭击法国驻海牙大使馆；1977年9月28日，5名日本赤军分子劫持了一架由巴黎飞往东京的日本航空公司的飞机，要求日本政府释放被捕的赤军成员并勒索巨款；
In April 1988, they attacked a USO club in Naples, killing five people.

How do these behaviors look like those of a normal organization?

During the Anti-Japanese War, the Special Operations Department had three major prohibitions:

First, activities such as kidnapping are not allowed.

Second, do not randomly beat up traitors who are harmless.

Third, do not engage in assassination activities.

From this point on, we began to distinguish between terrorist actions and left-wing actions.

Therefore, in the worldwide fight against terrorist organizations in the 70s, the Japanese Red Army was also included.

"General, will they agree so easily?" someone asked boldly.

"ETA suffered heavy losses in Mexico. They have a grudge against Victor. As for the other two organizations, I promised to give them 1000 million US dollars in operating funds every year. I want each organization to contribute a portion of this money." Arturo DeSena lit a cigarette for himself and glanced at everyone present.

Quiet!

The meeting room suddenly became quiet.

Sure enough, it all comes down to money!

Arturo DeSena saw everyone standing up, his expression gradually became gloomy, and he looked a little dissatisfied. He slammed his lighter on the table and said, "When it comes to paying, you all play dead."

“Am I working for me alone?”

"Does this southern government belong to me alone? If it does, I will destroy you right now."

He cursed.

His saliva was flying everywhere, and the people sitting next to him didn't dare to say a word.

"There are 17 of us, and each of us contributes 300 million U.S. dollars a year. It won't cost you your lives."

"If anyone doesn't want to give..."

Arturo De Sena looked at them with sinister eyes, "I will personally take Los Zetas to collect the debt and remove their group from the southern government."

"Humph! A bunch of short-sighted idiots!"

He snorted coldly and left with a gloomy face. His trusted Deputy Defense Minister and Foreign Minister Endric Vinicius coughed and stood up. "We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Let's not make things unpleasant because of a few million dollars."

"That...that's millions..." Dwight, the third prince of the Gulf Group, muttered as he became bolder when he saw Arturo Decena leave.

Endrick squinted at him with a fake smile on his face. His nickname of "Smiling Tiger" was not given randomly. "Dwight, you have 13 canaries in the United States, and you spend a lot of money on them every year. This little money won't do you any good."

The other party shuddered and looked at him in shock. He couldn't understand how the other party knew so much about his own affairs. Then he saw Endrick coming over and whispering something in his ear.

Dwight's eyes suddenly widened.

Slap it on the table.

"Here! Isn't it just 300 million? I'll give you 500 million US dollars! For the sake of our common southern government, we must unite. Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity in the future."

Everyone looked at him as if he were a madman.

Endrick laughed and patted Dwight on the shoulder. "Okay, let's adjourn the meeting."

He walked out slowly.

"Dwight, what did he say to you just now?" someone asked directly.

"I didn't say anything. I just think he is absolutely right. We must work together to build a new country." After he said that, he ran away, not wanting anyone to ask him any more questions.

Everyone was confused.

When Endric Vinicius walked into Arturo DeSena's office, the other party was sulking. He smiled and said, "General, I have already told them that Dwight is willing to donate 500 million US dollars."

"?"

"Why did he suddenly figure it out?"

"I discovered a scandal about him. He was having an affair with his eldest brother's wife, Giorgia. Hehe..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Arturo DeSenna coughed hard, "Getting together?"

"Well, I still have photos of them checking into a hotel. Tsk tsk, kissing my sister-in-law yourself."

Arturo's mouth twitched. "There really are all kinds of bitches out there."

On a side note…

Less than a year after the eldest son of the Meixi clan died, his son Hunter took his eldest sister-in-law to bed.

"I plan to set up a 'Behind-Enemy-Line Affairs Department' to coordinate attacks, specifically targeting high-level assassinations and bomb attacks on military facilities, etc."

"You are responsible."

"Do it well first. Mexico's Independence Day is coming up in two days. Find someone to make it a bigger event."

Arturo DeSena paused, staring at Endrick, tapping his fingers lightly, "I know we have spies from the Northern Army among us."

Endrick raised his brow.

Everyone knows this.

"But since Victor (Ethan Hunt) defected, the American drug cartels, Medellin, and our southern government have all been eradicating traitors from within. But everyone knows that the results are minimal, as they are just small minions..."

"From now on, we will hand over our internal intelligence and personnel investigations to the Cali Cartel. They are more professional than the U.S. military."

"But only the two of us know about the Mexican Independence Day attack. If it gets leaked..." Arturo DeSena paused here and looked at Endric.

The other person's scalp felt numb and half of his face was twitching.

"I will contact them personally, without going through any other people."

He still didn't dare to say it. If he was discovered, he would commit suicide to thank the general.

The main reason is that Victor’s “intelligence department” is really elusive.

It is said that…

George H.W. Bush is still lying in the hospital because he was beaten by the spies that Victor sent in.

Of course, this is said.

But rumors never come without basis.

"Let them do a nice job, they are just professionals."

"clear."

Arturo DeSenna put the cigarette in his mouth into the ashtray and said, "We will recruit another 10 soldiers. Once India has finished making our weapons and our new soldiers have trained for a while, it will be just right."

"When the time comes, we will counterattack!"

"General, there is still a problem. There are often small groups of northern troops infiltrating the border, and some civilians often run over. I propose to build a fence to block the border. In addition, as a country, we hope to join the United Nations!"

Arturo DeSenna looked at him... (black question mark?)
Azhen, you are not serious?

"General, if we succeed in joining, there will be benefits. First of all, it will no longer be an internal affair, but Victor's war against another country. Public opinion will definitely be on our side."

"Secondly, we can condemn Victor's atrocities through international channels."

“It can deepen the influence of our southern regime in the world.”

The first drug dealer founded a nation…

It’s exciting just thinking about it.

That's really unprecedented.

"It's very difficult..." Arturo DeSena thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Give it a try. It's not against the law. Besides, I can contact various European countries, Spain and the UK, especially the UK, which is one of the top five representatives. With their help, it will be easy for us."

"Victor offended them, and both of their aircraft carrier fleets were sunk. They must be distressed, and they are happy for us to come to them."

"Then give it a try?"

Some were moved by what was said.

"Try it!" Enderrick Vinicius nodded vigorously. "Besides, the current name of the Southern Regime is not acceptable. We must have our own flag, national anthem, and country name."

Arturo DeSenna's culture is not enough, "You think of a name."

“How about the Mexican Third Reich?”

Endrick waved excitedly.

The First Mexican Empire was a political system established after Mexico gained independence from New Spain, and it ruled from 1821 to 1823. The territory of the First Mexican Empire roughly inherited the territory of New Spain in Central America, and also included the old capital of Guatemala.

Second Mexican Empire. During the Second Franco-Mexican War, Napoleon III established a puppet in Mexico in order to suppress the United States and occupy the Mexican market and silver mines. The Second Empire also received support from domestic conservatives, such as nobles who wanted to end periodic unrest and revolution. However, the Second Empire was opposed by the people in most parts of the country and the United States. On June 1867, 6, Maximilian I, who had been emperor for two years, was shot.

The Third Reich…

I don’t know if this name is too big. Your horoscope may not be able to handle it.

"I know an Indian fortune teller who once told me that Mexico will produce an emperor! It must be you, General."

"We can ask him what the name Third Reich is."

Instead of asking about the common people, ask about ghosts and gods?

In Latin America, where there is a lot of "mysterious culture", this can actually be said to be very common.

Arturo DeSena nodded vigorously, "Then let's do some divination."

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(End of this chapter)