Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 417 Boss, are you still doing business? !

Yucatan Island.

In a luxurious villa, lascivious music was heard early in the morning.

The whole living room was filled with the smell of heather powder.

Arturo De Sena, the nominal "Grand Master" of "Los Zetas" and the southern government, lay on the sofa in ecstasy, looking at the blonde girl in front of him, and couldn't help but take action again.

"Hate it~ You watch TV first, I'll go tidy up." The girl smiled, helped turn on the TV, and even threw a wink at him from a distance when she walked to the bathroom.

The only downside is that I’m older.

Probably in his early forties.

And Arturo De Sena is only 24 years old now!
This…

This appetite is comparable to that of a macaque.

real…

I really envy those people who can eat anything.

Sometimes, some people's hobbies are always beyond your understanding.

Oh, by the way, this is not a prostitute, this is Arturo De Sena's girlfriend, who used to be a cashier.

"Roar~" There is a floor-to-ceiling glass house in the living room. A white tiger opened its mouth wide and shouted, then raised its eyelids lazily.

Arturo De Sena was naked, leaning on the sofa with his hands spread out. He turned on the TV and hummed a little tune. He was just about to find something to eat when he heard the voice of a female announcer coming from the TV.

“The Chimahuacan slum was liberated yesterday!”

"More than 20 of them have been rescued from the gangs and are located in the civilian resettlement area in Mexico City. It rained heavily yesterday. General Victor was worried about their safety and went to the front line in person to comfort the local people despite the danger. He found that the person in charge that night had seriously neglected his duty. He was furious and ordered severe punishment. The people were all moved and shouted "Long live the general!"

On TV, Victor can be seen raising his hands in the heavy rain and shouting, "Long live the people!"

You can hear the roar of the crowds at the scene.

Arturo De Sena's expression froze...

He watched the scenes on TV and felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten dog shit!

and…

Kimahuakan was actually recovered? !
You know, according to the southern government's battle plan, they predicted that this slum with a population of 400 million would take at least three to four months to hold them back. They didn't expect it to be over so soon?
In fact, in Victor's eyes, it would take half a year to complete the task, but Guderian was indeed a man of both civil and military talents, so he simply closed the valve that let in water...

HK is also familiar with this matter.

If the “source of life” is gone, won’t you be lifeless too?

He threw the remote control towards the TV with force. His girlfriend came out when she heard the noise. She was startled to see the remote control broken into several pieces on the ground. Then she looked up at the TV and immediately understood that she was able to climb up not only because she still had charm.

Beautiful women are worthless in a place like Mexico.

In Southeast Asia…

That's valuable.

They have more industrial chains.

The girl walked behind Arturo DeSena, put her fingers on his temple, and said gently, "Don't look at this. You must have a headache again."

The strength in my hands is just right, and the person being pressed feels very comfortable.

Naturally, my anger subsided a lot.

Being with his girlfriend, Arturo DeSenna couldn't help but complain, "Victor has plenty of time to prepare for the war, and now he has solved the stubborn problem of slums, damn it! What about us? There are still people in the country who are eyeing their own interests. If you ask me, sooner or later, it will belong to Victor!"

“They just look out for themselves.”

Arturo DeSena looked fierce, "But it won't be that easy for Victor to gain a foothold. If I don't make him look bad, I'll write my name backwards."

The girl's expression flashed, her hand moved down her shoulder, and she leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I just like the way you look as a man."

The other party was so angry that he was about to continue riding his horse when the girl held his hand and said with a smile, "I have something to do later. The wife of President Elvis Salinas is going shopping."

"Why does she keep looking for you lately?"

"Maybe she wants to please you through me?"

Arturo DeSena's brows widened slightly when he heard this, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He patted her hips and said, "Okay, then go ahead. Take care of things for me."

The girlfriend smiled, kissed him, then went to take a shower. When she came out of the room after putting on makeup, the other party had already left the villa. She was the only one left in the whole room, but she was used to it. She took the Ferrari key and drove the Ferrari F40 out.

After turning a corner, I saw a refrigerated truck transporting milk parked not far away also started up and slowly followed.

There were two men sitting on it, who looked like Indo-Europeans.

"We are following Arturo's girlfriend, don't we need to tell him?" asked the co-pilot.

"What? We belong to the Cali Cartel. We are responsible for the intelligence operations of the entire organization. We don't need to tell anyone. We have the power to act first and report later. We are affiliated with the American drug cartel. Him? He is just someone we help..." The driver wanted to speak wildly, but he got stuck at the end.

"Anyway, don't worry about him. If he has any dissatisfaction, let him talk to the boss."

The Cali Cartel is well-known for its intelligence capabilities, and the CIA has suffered losses. When Arturo discovered that the southern government had been infiltrated, he approached Pablo, who also went to talk to the Cali Cartel and finally agreed to help.

They had long been eyeing Arturo's older girlfriend.

intuition!

The refrigerated truck was following the Ferrari, and fortunately the other party was not driving fast, otherwise it would have been overtaken long ago. However, at a traffic light intersection, the Ferrari stepped on the accelerator and rushed past when the light changed.

"Stop, stop, stop, red light, red light!" the co-pilot said hurriedly, pointing ahead.

"I never have the habit of waiting for red lights!"

The driver's eyes sank, "The red light for going straight is the hardest to wait for!!!"

boom!
He stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

Floor the accelerator...

Toot toot! !

There was a burst of rapid horn sounds, and the co-pilot turned his head sharply, and saw with horror a dump truck rushing towards him from the right. Then he heard a loud noise, and the entire refrigerated truck flew away in front of the dozens-ton big toy.

It was directly smashed into scrap metal.

The A-pillar pierced the driver's neck, and he died with his eyes bulging. The co-pilot was spitting out blood, looking at the crowd gathered around him, and stretched out his hands tremblingly. He didn't want to die.

The blonde girl saw the hit refrigerated truck from the rearview mirror, smiled, took out her cell phone, edited a text message and sent it, not knowing who it was sent to.

"There may be unexpected events in the country, please be extremely vigilant!"

After sending it, he deleted the message immediately, and when passing by the bridge, he threw it into the river and walked away.

oh oh oh!
Another spy? This... this is too outrageous.

It is true that everyone in the world knows the Emperor.

...

"We will demolish all the Chimahuacan slums and not allow any buildings to be left behind. Later, it will be converted into a plaza, supermarkets, and a community of cheap resettlement housing. All indigenous residents can apply for government approval, and priority will be given to poor families."

Casare sat in the main seat with a calm expression, looking at the heads of various livelihood departments below, and said, "Our top priority now is urban rectification, old house renovation, slum reconstruction and other work. These are what the general values ​​most."

He paused, "I know what you're thinking."

"Being greedy is fine, just be a little greedy and don't stuff your pockets too hard. But if you are greedy, then the people's livelihood projects will not be done well. The general makes me uncomfortable, so how can I make you happy?"

"You are forcing me to kill people."

Everyone who was stared at by him felt a chill all over their body.

Don’t be fooled by his smiling face all day long; the name “Fat Tiger” is not just for show.

"Right? Falco!" Casare's eyes immediately focused on the man sitting in the middle on the left. The man was wearing glasses. When he heard his name, he stood up immediately, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Minister, I..."

"Are you trying to say you don't know?"

Casare asked with a smile, squinting his eyes and just looking at the other person.

Falco is the Deputy Minister of Education, and his main responsibility is to provide funding to the schools under him. In particular, Victor promised that every child could have an egg, which is all hard-earned money.

Mexicans need to be strong!
Especially the students, they can still be saved, but the adults have been drugged and drunk by the Americans and turned into idiots, they don’t even know when they will die, but if the country wants to have a future, it definitely needs good health.

"One egg" was the plan proposed by Victor.

boom!
Casare slammed the table, and the teacup fell to the ground. Everyone lowered their heads quietly. "Let me ask you, why don't schools in Sonora, Sinaloa, and Chihuahua receive any "allotments"? Where's the money?!"

"Do you think I don't know what role your brother-in-law played? The education directors of those states are all your people. They took the money and spent it on wine and women. Some of them even bought villas in the United States..."

Deputy Minister Falco's legs were shaking. "Sir, sir, I don't know? I don't know any of this. They, they did it behind my back. I am innocent."

"What's your problem? Go tell the people from the Anti-Corruption Bureau." Casare clapped his hands. Two burly men walked in from outside, one of them was carrying a submachine gun and had a fierce look in his eyes.

Anti-Corruption Bureau, full name Mexican Anti-Corruption and Bribery Bureau, Director: Casare Gonzalez!

Why were drug dealers so rampant in Mexico before? The drug dealers and officials cooperated with each other and bribes were rampant. It was even so serious that officials were bought and sold, and power and sex were traded. Let’s put it this way…

If Victor hadn't come, even if God had come here, we would have had to toast.

Why did the United States not have any territorial ambitions in Mexico after World War II? In addition to the rise of anti-colonialism, the Mexicans were too chaotic and they were afraid that the bureaucrats would lead their "little white lotus" astray.

In order to ensure the health of the new regime, an anti-corruption bureau was established, and military personnel were used.

"take away."

Two anti-corruption soldiers dragged Falco out.

"Sir! I surrendered myself, I confessed, I shed blood for Mexico, and I have made contributions to the government!!"

Casare snorted coldly and looked at the Minister of Education who was wiping his sweat. "From now on, Propaganda Minister Goebbels will serve as Deputy Minister of Education, Deputy Minister of Finance, and Deputy Prime Minister."

Goebbels, who was sitting in the back, had a calm expression. It was obvious that he had known that he would be promoted. He stood up and saluted.

Others looked at him with various expressions.

They also knew that Victor was going to support him to take power!

"Okay, let's all adjourn. Cheer up." Casare waved his hand, and a group of people rushed out. Goebbels was about to leave when he was pulled back. Looking at this newcomer who was vaguely showing signs of coming up, Fatty Kazare was willing to give him a chance. "It's my birthday tonight. Let's have some fun together. The general can come too."

Goebbels was startled, but then his heart tightened and he nodded, "Okay."

Casare chatted with him for a few words, and then he saw the secretary trotting in, "Sir, people from the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority of the United Arab Emirates are here, and they want to see you."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

Casare nodded, said a few words to Goebbels, and then hurried away, with the latter frowning.

"Is the general planning to bring in the Arabs?"

In the reception room, I met Shahbut bin Sultan Al Nahyan, Deputy Director of the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority of the United Arab Emirates, and his entourage.

As you can tell from the name, this guy is a royal, and his brother is actually the famous "Old King".

As soon as he entered the room, Casare saw the emerald rings hanging on the other person's ten fingers. A sense of nouveau riche style hit him in the face, which was simply... outrageous!
Oil really does support people.

Ever since oil was discovered in that barren desert, wealth has skyrocketed. In 1980, per capita wealth was already $4.3, three times more than that of the United States during the same period.

"Hello, Mr. Shahbutben." Casare smiled as if he had seen his biological father. He had contacted the UAE more than a dozen times before the other party decided to send someone over for an investigation.

Shahbut was not arrogant. Although the man in front of him was poor, he still behaved like a gentleman. When shaking hands, he bowed slightly, which was very polite.

The two groups of people were sitting, and Casare came up and started flattering them, saying that he had recently been fascinated by Arab culture and believed it to be the best culture in the world. Moreover, everyone was very hardworking and he saw in them the yearning for a better world.

The people of the United Arab Emirates were also very happy to hear that the colorful sedan chair was carried by people.

Shahbutben smiled and nodded, "Mexico is also a very beautiful country. I like the air here. I have actually been here before, about twenty years ago, but at that time, I was influenced by the bad. I was more disgusted with drugs."

"Of course!"

"After General Victor came to power, our air has become much cleaner. Drugs and drug dealers undermine social stability. We will never allow them to become popular, and we will crack down on them severely to protect the interests of foreign investors."

Shahbutben nodded vigorously. Suddenly, he grinned and asked, "Mr. Casare, I heard you have R-14 medium-range missiles? Do you want to sell them?"

Fatty Ka was stunned. We were talking about investment, how did we end up talking about the arms business?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shahbout, these weapons..."

"8000 million US dollars each, and we want 30."

Casare's mouth suddenly widened.

The camel with a turban on his head had a sinister smile on his face and held a green coin in his hand, "Boss, just obey me..."

"Amou has endless money in his hands!!"

Casare was indeed a little scared.

Shahbut thought the other party was unmoved, and frowned, "One hundred million US dollars for one coin."

Fuck!
You rich guy, is this how you use money to attack people?
Casare finally witnessed the direct impact from the Middle Eastern tycoon for the first time. It turned out that...

A person's mouth can be so cold, yet he can say such "warm" words.

"I want to report to the general."

"money is not a problem!"

(End of this chapter)