Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 416: Grain Inspector: What a familiar scene!

“Liberation of the Chimahuacan Slums!!”

10:30 pm...

More than a dozen Hummers were running on the main streets of Mexico, and some people were holding up horns and shouting loudly.

Many people were leaning against the windows, looking on with different expressions.

"Beckett, be careful, don't stick your head out, or you might be seen by those bastards." A little boy dressed as Snoopy was lying on the bed looking outside, when he heard an angry shout from behind him.

The little boy had a clean face and big eyes. When he turned his head, he saw his father, a truck driver, shirtless and cursing.

He was unhappy that many businesses had been lost due to the curfew.

"Can't you keep your voice down?" the mother next to her complained.

"Keep your voice down? Why should I keep my voice down? That son of a bitch Victor and that shitty government, I tell you, he will be fucked to death by someone tomorrow!"

After drinking a few drinks, the man got a little drunk and started talking big and talking without thinking.

"Can you please stop being so childish? If others hear you quarrelling like this, what will they think?"

"Who makes you care so much? The pretty boy downstairs or the teacher with glasses upstairs?!"

Beckett glanced at his family and then looked away. After all, they had been arguing since he was very young, so he was used to it.

He looked at the Hummer speeding under the street lights in the distance, with the national flag hanging on it, as if he could even hear the sound of the flag fluttering in the wind.

"Vegette, Vegetto."

He suddenly heard someone calling him from downstairs, so he stuck his head out and saw his classmate who lived downstairs turning his head and shouting, waving his hands vigorously.

"Have you finished your homework?"

Vegetto shook his head, "Not yet. Isn't it still early? We still have three days of vacation."

"Then hurry up and write. My dad got me some tickets to visit the military camp. You can go with me then."

"Me?" Vegetto hesitated, "What's so fun about that?"

"It's a lot more fun. I heard that you can also see specimens made from drug dealers after they are killed. By the way, my dad said that people who go there can also get a commemorative badge with General Victor's portrait on it." The classmate shouted excitedly.

"Victor..."

Vegetto was almost so tired of hearing this name. People were calling it on the streets, in school, at home, and even at breakfast stalls.

"We should respect him and call him General. It is impolite to call him by his name." The classmate interrupted.

"Okay, you just have to promise me that we will go visit together when the time comes. Don't forget."

Vegetto frowned as he watched his classmate's head shrink back. He didn't know why this new "gentleman" was more popular than Popovich.

The only difference is that you really don't see those gangsters with tiger and dragon tattoos on their left and right sides on the streets, and you rarely see people taking drugs on the street. He once saw his classmate surrounded by people at the school gate, getting injections in his arm.

He didn't understand what was so good about that thing, and when the other party discovered him, he ran away.

When was the last time you saw that classmate who was taking drugs?
It's been a month or so...

When the Northern Army came in, I heard the next day that the whole family of the other party was captured by the Northern Army and shot on the street!

I don't know whether Victor is a good guy or a bad guy...

After all, Vegetto is only in the third grade, and there are many things he is not very clear about!

Tick~
Suddenly a drop of water fell and hit him on the head. He raised his head and felt more and more rain falling. He quickly retracted his head and closed the window. Looking at his parents who were still arguing and the argument had escalated to the point of physical combat, he quietly closed the door and crawled into the quilt. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

I don't know why my mind is full of Victor.

"Good night, General~".

Vegetto muttered.

Wow! !

The drizzle soon turned into a downpour.

God couldn't close the valve anymore and started to urinate continuously.

"Everyone squat down and hold your heads!"

Teams of dejected gangsters, with their hands in front of them and their heads bowed, had taken off all their shoes and were squatting on the ground barefoot. They were surrounded by soldiers wearing raincoats, holding weapons and looking at them with unfriendly expressions.

"Commander, be careful." Douglas Haig said hurriedly while holding an umbrella for Guderian.

Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cadorna watched coldly from behind, his eyes twitching slightly. He did not reject the other party's flattering attitude. After all, in many official circles, if you don't bend down, there are many people who are willing to do so.

In the days of old Mexican drug traffickers...

Many people may have forgotten that many high-ranking officials who want to climb to higher positions will shamelessly become friends with drug dealers. They do not ask for help, but only hope that when their opponents hire drug dealers to kill them, they will know the news in advance and run away.

Very humble.

Guderian pushed Douglas Haig's hand and said, "Hold on yourself. I have a raincoat."

The latter was not embarrassed either, he just smiled beside her.

"How many prisoners are there?"

"There are more than 3000 people." said the staff officer next to him.

"So many." Guderian frowned. Just as he was pondering, he heard a scolding. He raised his head and saw a white man standing up in a square formation of 200 people, shouting, "Brothers, stand up and resist! These Mexican bastards have no intention of letting us go..."

The soldiers nearby rushed up and pressed his shoulders. Many white people nearby also took the opportunity to make a noise. It seemed that the situation was about to get out of control.

Luigi Cadorna glanced at his commander's face, which had turned ashen.

He stood up immediately and said, "What are you still standing there for? Execute me!"

Pointing at the team of 200 people, "Kill them all! If anyone makes a noise, all of them will be punished!"

The soldier was stunned. It was the first time for the new recruit to kill prisoners, but the veteran from the 5th Regiment standing next to him had done it many times. He was carrying a GAU-19 three-barrel machine gun on a Humvee parked on the side.

A belt of ammunition dangled beside it.

An old soldier pulled the new recruit down, stood on top himself, and swept towards the phalanx with a grim smile!

Boom…Boom…Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bullets flew through the rain in the dark night, sparking sparks and sweeping down a large area.

The soldiers standing nearby were startled and quickly kept their distance for fear of being injured by mistake.

This GAU-19 machine gun is very crisp.

The world-famous "euthanasia" is painless. Sometimes you just feel like you have been bitten by a mosquito, and then everything is gone.

"Ah! Help! Help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!"

"I surrender! I surrender! I didn't resist, don't kill me!!"

Some of the 200 people were completely implicated, and many of them were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy when they died.

There was noticeable chaos at several other areas where gang members gathered after hearing the gunshots, but the situation was quickly suppressed.

Without the help of geographical location, gangsters are like wild dogs. They don't even have the courage to bark.

Ga~
The muzzle of the GAU-19 machine gun paused and the ammunition belt was exhausted.

There were corpses lying all over the place and blood flowing like a river before their eyes. The blood was washed by the rain and flowed to the feet of the recruits. The smell of blood in the air made many soldiers feel nauseous.

"Swallow it! Whoever spits it out will have to lie down at night and eat it!" the platoon leader next to him shouted, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard in the dark night.

Guderian looked at Luigi Cadorna with satisfaction, admiring his decisiveness. He went over and patted the veteran who fired the gun on the shoulder without saying anything, but the leader's pat still made the latter excited.

This means remembering you.

I will benefit from you in the future.

After the leaders left, the person in charge at the scene waved his hand and two military bulldozers came up. They shoveled the bodies and dumped them onto the troop carrier, probably to take them outside for burial.

Victor's men did a good job in this regard.

I will also help with the aftermath...

After receiving the news of the liberation of the Chimahuacan slum, Victor shouted "good" three times and walked around the office with a red face, praising Guderian repeatedly, "Guderian, the Mexican Tiger General!"

"Prepare the car, let's go to the slums."

Casare hurriedly stopped him and advised, "Boss, the slums are not safe right now. We don't know if there are any people hiding inside. Let's wait until daybreak before going. Besides... the 5th Division is also handling the follow-up work. If we go, it will delay their work."

Only Fatty Ka dares to say that.

No one else would dare to say that.

Victor thought about it and it was true, but he always felt like a cat was scratching his heart. Casare rolled his eyes and said, "We can go to the place where the civilians are resettled to take a look."

"Okay, you make the arrangements. By the way, there's no need to notify the people below."

"it is good!"

Casare hurried to make arrangements, and by the time Victor came down wearing the coat with the rank of "Marshal" on it, the Secret Service had already arranged a vehicle.

A group of five cars drove towards the "Alexandria Civilian Resettlement Area".

This place is a bit far from the city center and is outside the city. It took about forty minutes to drive to the destination. Looking over, there were tents everywhere, stretching for miles.

These civilians will be transferred and resettled the next day. Anyway, there are many empty houses in Mexico City now.

"Who!" a sentry noticed them and shouted.

George Smiley ran over and gave a command, then came over with the sentry. The latter saw Victor and saluted excitedly, "General!" "Thank you for your hard work. Are you cold so late at night?" Victor asked with a smile as he pulled his clothes tighter for him.

"not cold!"

"Young people should also take care of their bodies. It's okay, you continue. I'll go in and take a look. There's no need to notify your leader."

The sentry nodded vigorously.

Victor smiled and handed him a cigarette. The other man looked at the cigarette in his hand with mixed feelings. Is it true... is there a leader who would hand out a cigarette for himself?
He carefully hid it in his pocket, he planned to keep it!
I can show off to others in the future.

Victor led a group of people into the temporary resettlement area. It was raining heavily and the place was very quiet.

"Huh?" His eyes flashed, and he saw two children not far away, barefoot and at a loss in the rain. The older one was hugging the other tightly.

He frowned, walked over with an umbrella to shield them, "Kids, why don't you go to bed early on a rainy day?"

Seeing a group of adults approaching, the two of them were obviously very nervous. The girl lowered her head like a quail, and the little boy was also a little scared, but he still stood in front of his sister and stammered, "I...we don't know where to stay. We don't...have a tent."

Victor's face fell.

"Who's in charge here? Call them out!"

Behind him, his followers were busy calling for help in the rain.

Looking at the two siblings shivering with cold, Victor unbuttoned his raincoat, took off the military uniform with the rank of marshal hanging inside and put it on the little girl, who looked at her brother at a loss.

"Wear it, don't catch a cold."

Casare next to him also hurriedly took off his clothes and put them on the boy.

Soon the followers came running over.

"Where are the people?!" Casare asked.

The other party looked ugly, as if he had eaten shit, and pointed at a military tent at the innermost part, "Drinking inside."

"??????"

All the bosses were confused and everyone looked at Victor.

"Good! Good! It's really great!" Emperor Wei laughed out of anger, "I want to see what kind of person is so cool and unrestrained."

As he said this, he walked towards the tent aggressively.

The closer I got to him, the more I smelled alcohol...

When he waved the door curtain, the scene inside made him open his eyes wide with anger!

Seven or eight people fell to the ground, drunk and unconscious.

Victor glanced at a lieutenant colonel with his golden finger.

Caspar Gonzalez!
male!
Born in Guadalajara in 1955.

Joined the Mexican Army in 1978.

He then studied at the New Mexico Military Academy and served as deputy commander-in-chief of the Sonora National Guard. In mid-1990, he led his troops in an uprising!
...

It turns out that he is “bringing capital into the group”!

During the wars in the south and the north, many people surrendered. Some, like Vasily from the 336th Regiment, were brave and good at fighting. He is now the deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division. But there were also many people who were not suitable for leading troops. Their military power was more or less reduced and they were sent to the second line.

If they had no value for united front work, they would have been kicked out long ago.

"Drag him out and get him wet!"

Someone nearby pulled them out and left them in the rain. Seven or eight of them were drunk, and only two or three of them opened their eyes hazily. When they saw Victor standing there with a gloomy face, they shuddered, and the alcoholic effect dissipated immediately, and they stood there trembling.

"Bring the whip! Take off their uniforms." Victor stretched out his hand, and the attendant handed him a horsewhip. The Secret Service stripped off their clothes like wolves and tigers, and handcuffed them behind their backs.

Snapped!
Victor whipped a major's back and blood was drawn from it. He couldn't help but howl in pain.

The noise was so loud that many people in the tent leaned over and watched the scene eagerly.

"This is for you to drink in the army!"

"I'll whip you the second time for your dissolute behavior!" Victor whipped him hard, not stopping at all, cursing, "I'll whip you the third time for neglecting your duty."

"Leaving two kids outside on a rainy day, is that what you do?"

"The Mexican people are my relatives and friends. Are you bullying them? Or are you bullying me?!"

Snapped!
"No more, General, never again," the major cried.

This whip really hurts.

The other two people next to them clenched their fists, showing fear, and lowered their heads with fear in their eyes.

"Do you remember our team's slogan? Tell me!" Victor pointed at the two of them and asked loudly.

"everything…"

"louder!"

"Everything for the country, everything for the people, fight for national freedom and liberation!" the two said in unison.

Victor went up and whipped each of them.

"This is not just a slogan, this must be deeply rooted in our ranks. Our army is to liberate the people who have been abused by drugs. We are not oppressors. We come from the people and go back to the people!"

On a rainy night.

Victor's angry roar echoed far away.

The resettled people heard it all clearly. They looked at each other, some at a loss, some bewildered, and some...thrilled.

"Uncle...Uncle, stop hitting me." The little girl suddenly came over, grabbed Victor's clothes and whispered, "You might kill me."

"Humph!"

"You three will retire where you are. The five over there will all be handed over to the military courts for strict and expeditious processing."

They were all taken away.

The three men who were whipped looked a little pitiful just now, but after hearing this, they didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. At least they didn’t have to go to jail.

He went to a military court. With the order of the supreme leader, he would be imprisoned for at least two years, right?
Negligence in duty is quite serious.

They should be thankful that they can hold their alcohol consumption well and sober up quickly.

The rain in the sky gradually became less.

Thunderstorms are like this...

A woman’s temper is the same, it comes quickly and goes quickly.

Victor turned his head and looked at the faces of many civilians. They all leaned forward and some people in the distance walked out and stood on tiptoe to look.

Curious eyes looked over.

After all, he is now nominally a high-ranking official, which will attract attention in any country.

"My fellow countrymen, if I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known there was such a cancer in the army. If you encounter such soldiers who don't follow the rules in the future, you can go to the local army to file a complaint. If a soldier makes a mistake, the crime will be even more serious!"

"The scenes of drug dealers running rampant and corrupt police collecting protection money during the Popovich pseudo-government era will become a thing of the past!"

"There will be no slums in Mexico, people will be equal, you can also build this country, no one can lie on your head and shout at you!"

His words immediately aroused emotions. If he had just said it casually, perhaps no one would believe it, but he had just whipped several officials in public.

Grain Inspector: What a familiar scene!

I'll just lend you my head.

Victor needs to liberate the lower class people, and then use the population advantage to create the economy. Those in the slums are all excellent "workers". Of course, they will receive the proper treatment, and it will not be low.

We must make farmers a value too!
During Popovich's time, the control over northern radio communications was very strict. In their eyes, Victor was like a scourge, just like North and South Korea, looking at each other as idiots.

The crowd was silent for a while...

I don't know where a shout came from, "Long live General Victor!!"

George Smiley had sharp eyes and saw a "familiar" figure flash by in the distance. He looked at Casare next to him. Fatty Casare looked at him righteously and nodded at him.

Victor was also a little excited, "Long live the people!"

pat!

The accompanying National Palace staff took this photo.

It will be published in the Workers' Party Journal tomorrow.

The name has been thought of.

"Long live the people!"

These are all Victor's writers.

In the old words, it is the mouthpiece.

Some people say this is beautification...

No, this makes people eager to hear Victor's voice. The flocks of sheep in Mexico need a wolf to lead them to rush into the distance!

……

(End of this chapter)