Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 419 Men are just my stepping stones!
"OMG! OMG!"

Bramo watched the chaotic scene on TV, holding his head in fear, jumping like a monkey, shouting constantly, and when he looked at Jason Bourne, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Did you kill him?"

"Physical destruction is sometimes more immediate."

Bramo jumped up and down, furious. "Assassination is a political provocation. Everyone will attack it. This is the bottom line! This is the rule!"

As he spoke he pushed hard.

"Then why doesn't Kennedy have any objection?" Jason Bourne asked loudly. Seeing that Bramo was still trying to take action, he came up and shook his hand off, pressing him on the bed. The posture of the two looked a little ambiguous.

"To die is to fail, to live is to win."

Bramo was pinned to the bed, shouting, "People outside will definitely think I did it!"

"Isn't it okay for you to deny it? Is there any evidence to prove that you have anything to do with his death? Besides, look..." Jason Bourne pointed at the TV and saw that the panicked police at the scene quickly blocked the murderer.

A man wearing glasses and with some freckles on his face, but extremely pale, looking like a high school student, stood on the roof, shouting wildly at the police below. No one knew what he was saying, and he was firing the assault rifle in his hand randomly.

Of course the police fought back and shot him dead!

The body slid down from the slope of the roof and fell heavily to the ground. A group of policemen rushed up to his body and emptied the magazine before putting handcuffs on his wrists.

This is…

Are you afraid that he will come back to life?
"Look, there's no evidence in the death." Jason Bourne leaned over to whisper in his ear, "The CIA will only find out that he is a mental patient, that he has 11 medical visits in three months, that he has two previous convictions for assault, and that he is an extreme Republican. That's enough."

When Bramo heard this, his struggle gradually subsided, "You... started planning three months ago?"

Jason Bourne did not answer directly. He let go of his hand, picked up the cigarette that had fallen on the ground, blew on the filter, then put it back in his mouth, took a deep breath, and said with ecstasy, "With the general's help, you don't have to worry about anything. You only have to think about one thing."

"How and what posture to take the position of governor."

"Understand?"

Jason Bourne looked at him deeply, and suddenly smiled. "You should go to the hospital to see your opponent, sir. Hypocritical greetings are also a kind of human nature. It seems that we have to find a good teacher for you to cultivate your personality."

“Is the governor just your purpose?”

"The general doesn't like people who have no ambition." The intelligence chief patted him on the shoulder and left with his back.

Bramo was still a little scared.

Brother, I asked you to destroy him, not to kill him humanely.

Political assassination...

He seemed to have foreseen the Democrats' subsequent overwhelming attack, and picked up the phone to call his father. However, after dialing a few digits, his hand paused, his expression struggled, and finally he threw the phone aside and sat dejectedly on the bed.

Based on his understanding of his father, the other party would definitely make him deny it.

He rushed to the bathroom and washed his face. When he came out, he suppressed his anxiety and went directly to the hospital to visit his old rival.

When he was in the car, he put eye drops in himself. When the car arrived, there were reporters below, and they surrounded him when they saw him.

"Mr. Bramo, may I ask what are you doing in the hospital? Are you visiting Mr. Miles?"

"Mr. Bramo, does this shooting have anything to do with the Republican Party or the election?"

"... "

A group of people rushed forward and backward, even stepping on Bramo's shoes to pieces. The bodyguards hurriedly blocked the people. The reporters rushed forward like crazy and were about to put the microphone into Bramo's mouth.

He stood on the steps and said to the reporters, "I was shocked and saddened to hear the news. It is unimaginable that such a thing could happen in a country like ours. Although Michael is my opponent, we are more like friends. Our friendship is higher than political parties!"

Jason Bourne in the room saw him like this on the live TV and couldn't help laughing. He coughed hard and said to the people around him, "Look, he is really suitable to be a politician."

He is just as shameless as Victor, so they can be considered a family member.

...

Victor also saw Bramo's performance on TV.

"A mature man first learns to lie," he said with a smile to George Smiley.

If you can't even deceive yourself, how can you deceive others?
It's like when you see a woman and you say she is beautiful, but honestly, isn't it just to have sex with her?
Is it just pure praise?
George Smiley raised his eyebrows and nodded. "He is as hypocritical as a politician."

Boom~Boom boom boom!
The Big Ben on the Mexico City Cathedral in the city center rang, telling the city that it was five o'clock and time to get off work.

Victor looked at his watch and said, "Let's go. It's Casare's birthday today. We can't be late. Have you prepared the gifts?"

As he spoke, he closed the notebook, put it in his drawer, locked it, and walked out of the office putting on his clothes.

"It's ready. A watch made of pure gold. The hour hand, second hand and other parts are all made of gold." George Smiley called the servants, and an attendant handed over the prepared gift box.

“This gift box is not cheap.”

Victor opened it and found a watch inside. It was pure gold and weighed about 400 grams. It was simply luxurious. He joked, "I have never received such a gift from this guy."

George Smiley opened the car door for him and said suddenly, "General, you are the best gift the Mexican people have ever given you."

Victor looked at him in surprise, then pointed at him with a smile.

Well, George Smiley has learned to flatter.

He closed the door gently, waved to everyone to get in the car, and the convoy drove towards the villa area not far away.

It’s very close, just about ten minutes.

On the hillside of a small mountain in the city, there is a villa. It used to belong to a local drug dealer in Mexico City, then to Popovich, and now, of course, it is state-owned property.

The vehicle drove into a gate. Casare, who had received the news long ago, stood at the door with his girlfriend Helier Alvis and his sister Felixna. Next to them were Goebbels, Major General Yuri Burns, the head of the general logistics department, and Deputy Commander Coster Bian Tapea. These two had been in charge of logistics from the beginning and had a very close relationship with him, as well as several other senior officials.

It was more like a Mexican "top" party.

Victor got out of the car and saw the French woman at first sight. I have to say...

Dizzy 36D!

And she looks like an elf, very much like a later Hollywood actor: Anya Taylor-Joy!

Casare stood next to her and it was like…Beauty and the Beast.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that Fatty Ka is not worthy of her. What a joke! How can a powerful figure in a country not be worthy of an actor?
Victor was just curious, how could the other party like him?
With suspicion in mind, he scanned with his golden finger as soon as he got out of the car, frowned, and found that the other party's identity was very clean!

There were no problems with the name, family members, or the school he graduated from. Even the crime value was only 2, which was a minor crime like kicking a trash can on the roadside.

"Boss!" Casare shouted.

My sister Felixna laughed and called out, "Brother Victor."

"Good girl~ My little princess has grown taller again." Emperor Wei picked her up and poked her face with his beard, like a little brother next door. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Won't you introduce her to me?"

"Hey, this is my girlfriend Hailier." He said and pulled the other girl with his hand. The girl looked very nervous and her ears turned red. "Hello, nice to meet you, Miss Hailier."

The two men shook hands.

"Good evening, General."

Victor waved his hand. "Why call me General? Just call me Brother like Casare does."

"Big...brother."

The former nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go in and talk. What are you all doing outside?"

Casare made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the boss should go first. Victor did not refuse. He walked in and saw that the interior was decorated very warmly, with balloons as decorations, and a pile of dishes on the table.

"Please have a seat, please have a seat."

"Boss, can you please say something?"

"You are the birthday boy. This is not a meeting. You asked me to say your birthday. But I am 30 years old now, not 32. You want to deprive me of two years of youth?" Victor's teasing words slightly diluted the slightly awkward atmosphere.

After all, with your identity here, no matter how you play, you will feel restrained.

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Your leader takes you to KTV to discuss business and asks you to have fun, but you immediately put your hand into the princess's clothes. What the hell... Do you believe that they will report you to the police for indecent assault?
Just because your leader tells you to relax, you relax?

Are you serious?
"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday party. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality. I won't leave until I'm drunk tonight." Casare picked up the decanted red wine and poured it out himself, then stood up with the glass in his hand. "Thank you, boss, for letting me have a fulfilling 32nd birthday instead of living like a nobody in prison."

"I still remember my 30th birthday. At that time, we bought two pieces of bread outside. Chris, McCullough and others celebrated my birthday with me. At that time, my monthly salary was 900 pesos. Hahaha, unfortunately, two years later, Chris and his family were beaten to death by drug dealers outside, and McCullough was stabbed to death by drug dealers in prison. In the end, we were the only good friends left."

His eyes turned red as he spoke.

Victor shook his head. "Why are you talking about this on a happy day?"

"I'm just a little too sentimental, thinking of my old friend." Casare wiped his eyes. If it weren't for the boss, he would be like a mayfly, and he might not even know how he died now.

Hailier patted his shoulder and said a few words of comfort.

"How many drug dealers are left in Mexican prisons?" Victor turned his head and asked others.

"There are about 8000 people left."

"How can you celebrate your birthday without making some noise? Take them all out and shoot them."

Hailier: !!!!!!

She lowered her head and dared not say a word.

A man can decide a person's life or death with just a few casual words.

Good...very good!

She was shaking all over, not with fear, but with excitement.

There was greed and ambition in Hailier's eyes. In fact, she didn't want to be a model, she wanted to be a strong woman!

Who says women can't rule?

and…

Casare is the thigh she needs to hold on to, or it can be said that it is the ladder for her promotion!
Hearing the order, George Smiley responded, got up and made a phone call. After returning, he nodded to the boss to indicate that it was done.

"Come!"

Victor stood up, "Drink!"

The prison system became busy immediately after receiving the call.

There are four prisons in Mexico City, located in the east, south, west and north. Due to needs, they were expanded during the Popovich era and each can accommodate more than 4 people.

Plateau Prison.

Warden Kelton Torres, wearing a hat and followed by fierce prison guards, rushed into the prison. The criminals, who were already sleepy from forced labor, were awakened. They opened their eyes and looked at the police standing outside, hidden by the reflection, and trembled in their hearts.

"Evan, Frank, Elio..." The guard outside called out the names on the list and raised his eyes, "Come out."

The drug dealers who were named had trembling legs, which was totally inconsistent with their burly appearance.

A drug dealer with a wrinkled old face collapsed directly to the ground, and a strong smell of urine rushed out.

"No no!! I won't come out!!! What did I do wrong? I work diligently. What did I do wrong?"

Why is it so... funny coming from a drug dealer?

Two prison guards came in and grabbed him. He was still holding the corner of the bed tightly, howling. They broke his fingers and dragged him away.

"Do not kill me!!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!!"

There was only one criminal left in the cell of twenty people. He sat upright, trembling.

"Go to bed early and get up to work tomorrow." The prison guard patted the railing and said to me.

Du Miao jumped into the bed immediately!
He curled up his body, muttering to himself, and heard gunshots coming from outside.

He shuddered, but suddenly felt lucky that he was not trafficking drugs, he was just committing a fraud.

A few minutes later, sobbing sounds were heard from under the quilt.

well. .

Victor's soldiers were not very polite and scared everyone else.

But it is indeed in line with humanitarianism. As for the leeks, we have to cut a batch of them first. There is no shortage of them anyway.

I just want to let these drug-dealing bastards know what a fucking surprise is!

They would definitely not understand until their death why they were suddenly dragged out and shot.

That was General Victor who shot a group of people to celebrate his good brother's birthday.

Such activities should be carried out frequently in the future.

The night slowly deepens.

The drunk Victor was helped into the car and waved to Casare who was seeing him off outside.

After the car started, when the attendant was about to wipe him with wet wipes, Victor's eyes suddenly cleared up and he said calmly, "Let's go."

"Keep an eye on this Hai Li'er and investigate thoroughly."

"When a beautiful woman meets an ugly man, she always wants something, either his life or his money."

Casare;?????
(End of this chapter)