Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 423 Let me show you a big treasure!

To ensure safety during Mexico's Independence Day.

Except for the 5th Marine Division which defended the capital.

陆战第4师骑兵团、第355步兵团、338空降兵团以及其他陆战师调过来的7个团，还有其他州的国民警卫队，总安全部队人数超过16万！
Even the sewers are guarded by members of the 141st Special Forces Brigade.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and birds and cicadas are chirping.

In the military camp on the side of the "Law Building" in Mexico City, the sentry stared vigilantly at the surroundings.

Stationed here is one of the regiments of the 7th Reserve Division that came from afar.

Ten people lived in one room, their snoring was deafening and their sleeping positions were different.

squeak~
The door opened, a beam of light came in, and two officers walked in.

"Hurry up, we have to go to the next regiment after we finish it." said a major.

"it is good."

The two men were holding a black bag in their hands. They started from the beginning, took out a thick envelope, placed it on the head of their bed, and then left quietly, repeating this cycle over and over again.

When a sentry came to call for someone to take over, he was confused when he saw the envelope next to the pillow. He pushed his comrade awake, but the other party was still in a daze.

"Get up and stand guard. Also, what is this?" the sentry pointed at the envelope and asked. The latter rubbed his eyes, turned his head to take a look, and was also confused. He yawned and got up, picked up the envelope and opened it. In the moonlight, he saw that there was a stack of Mexican pesos inside.

"Money! It's money!" The sentry was also surprised. "There seems to be a letter inside."

The comrade hurriedly took it out, and when the two of them bumped their heads together, they saw the words written on it: "Brother, you have been working hard recently. Please take care of your health. I wish you good health!"

There is also Victor's signature below.

"A letter from the general." The comrade was very surprised.

The sentry next to him exclaimed, "6 pesos!"

The two of them looked at each other in disbelief, their breathing quickened. Then, as if they thought of something, they turned their heads and saw that it was also placed on other people's bedsides.

I wiped it!

6 pesos is about 2940 US dollars!

Two years' income for a farming family of three.

Feeling a sense of being valued, the soldier got up from his bed and ran to call his squad leader.

After a while, the whole class was filled with sounds of surprise, which spread to the entire regiment. Finally, they stopped making noises after being scolded by the regiment commander. When they turned off the lights and went to rest again, they were still sighing in their quilts at the general's generosity.

Victor is the real big brother.

After getting rich, he did not forget his brothers. On Independence Day, he gave out money directly, 6 pesos to each person, regardless of rank, and the lowest rank was private.

The entire government armed forces are approximately 30 (including the National Guard and the police), with each person costing 6. This is 180 billion Mexican pesos, or 9 million U.S. dollars!
The Mexican treasury will contribute 5000 million US dollars, Victor's "New Hope Group" will contribute 5000 million US dollars, and the remaining 8 million will be contributed by you tycoons and landlords.

There are nearly 20 states in the central and northern regions, and there are still many tycoons who are reluctant to leave. Where can they go?
When the Jin Dynasty invaded, didn't many people in the north surrender with their families instead of moving south? Wasn't it because they were reluctant to leave their homeland and abandon their property?
The chaebols are rich!

Including the Segovia Group, the largest mobile company in Latin America, it is also involved in real estate, tires, automobiles and financial industries. Its founder Carlos Slim is worth more than 400 billion US dollars.

There are also the Salinas Group, Cuervo Tequila, Francisco Robinson Company, etc., all of whom are worth 15 billion US dollars and are all rich people.

You all originally followed the Americans. When Victor was the governor, you ignored him. After the conflict with the United States, you were still trying to trip them from behind. But when the "barbarians learned to shoot", they didn't even have the "right" to lick their toes.

They are now like quails. They are eager to open their hearts to any order from the National Palace, for fear that the "new master" will be unhappy.

Let them raise 5 million?
They just threw out 10 billion US dollars.

Victor's current strategy is: raise the pigs well, keep them if they are obedient, kill them if they are not, and strike against the chaebols!

At this time, the soldiers shouted loyalty, and they really meant it.

Everyone, up and down, left and right, shouted my name, Victor.

Indeed, when the outside world scolds Mexico, the boss stands up and takes responsibility. This style of sharing the good things and taking responsibility for the problems alone is deeply loved by the middle and lower classes.

dong dong dong~
Six o'clock in the morning.

Victor is awake.

He put on a neat military uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied and looked very elegant.

"Boss, the money has been paid out, and I've prepared the promotion list you mentioned. I'm just waiting for your signature." Casare said from the side, holding a roster in his hand.

Victor took a look and saw that above him was the Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, followed by the commanders of the five divisions, and below them were the commanders of each regiment. All of them were promoted by one level!
The major general became a lieutenant general (the commander of the 5th Division), the lieutenant general became a general, and the colonel became a major general...

There are 70 names in total.

He also expanded the Marine Division's organization to the army level, including 4 to 6 divisions, and the number of personnel increased from 1.8 to 6!

5000 people were pinched from the Golden Finger. This time, they were not counted as German special forces, as they could not afford them. Instead, they were ordinary elite soldiers who could serve as grassroots cadres.

And the rest were all taken by him with his big killer weapon.

Victor signed his name quickly and said, "The promotion ceremony to the rank of Admiral will be arranged for five days later. I will come in person then."

"Ok."

Casare thought for a moment, "Boss, this is just a promotion. We spend more than 10 billion US dollars at a time. Isn't it too extravagant?"

"You act like a bitch."

"Brothers follow us just to eat meat, so we will fill their cheeks. Remember, as the eldest brother, you can be greedy but not stingy."

Victor spoke to Casare like an elder brother giving him advice.

He turned to look at the mirror, feeling like something was missing. "By the way, bring me my brooch. It's in the first box in the left drawer."

The secretary next to him trotted over and quickly brought over a small box.

Victor took out a brooch from inside, which was a flying crested caracara eagle. He nodded slightly with satisfaction and said, "Let's go."

He was going to the viewing platform to greet the arriving guests.

This is called etiquette.

The main road for the military parade was cleaned by sprinkler trucks since early in the morning. However, the road had been closed five days ago and no vehicle was allowed to approach.

When you, a stranger, walk up to me, dozens or even hundreds of pairs of eyes will stare at you.

It should be considered one of the safest places in the world.

At 7: in the morning, representatives from other countries arrived one after another. The first to arrive was Nicolás Maro Moro from Venezuela. As soon as he met Victor, he gave him a big hug and shook his hand excitedly.

A typical little fanboy.

Victor even patted him on the shoulder and said a few words of comfort, praising his attitude towards drug control in the country.

The last time he went back, he asked the government to crack down on drugs, and it is said that he offended many people because of this.

"Sir, I'm here not only to watch the ceremony, but also to ask for help." Nicholas Maro Moro's expression looked a little pitiful, as if he had been bullied outside and went home to find an adult.

"Don't worry, just tell us and we'll try our best to solve it for you." Victor said, patting his shoulder with a smile.

Nicolás Maro Moro, 29, who is one year younger than him, was also clear in his heart, "My anti-drug declaration has made me a thorn in the eyes of drug cartels and guerrillas. I can fight and even sacrifice for my ideals, but I... my wife and children."

He said this with uneasiness in his eyes.

"I want to send them to Mexico and get a Mexican education."

Someone on the black market has a bounty on his head.

$200 million!
His wife, children and other relatives received $10 each.

There are many desperate criminals in Venezuela. He has encountered them at least ten times, and each time he escaped with a narrow escape. He is afraid that he will die before he succeeds, and he is afraid that his wife and children will be liquidated. So he came to find the boss, hoping that he could help.

Victor looked at him with a worried look on his face. "Has the situation come to this point?"

Nicholas Maro Moro nodded bitterly.

"Don't worry. As a member of the Anti-Drug Alliance, I will not and will not allow anyone to harm our comrades. Send your wife and children here. They are my relatives. I will receive them personally. Moreover, for your safety, I will send a team of 30 people from the Special Intelligence Bureau to protect you. Don't refuse."

"We are in the same boat on the road to drug control."

"Don't worry, I'll stand behind you."

Nicolas Maro Moro was so moved by these words that tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Victor's hand tightly and shook it. Finally, Casare patted him on the shoulder and said, "General, there are still some people you need to meet. Let's talk later."

The other party reluctantly walked to the viewing stand.

"Put him next to me," Victor shouted.

The staff member in charge of seating arrangement was startled, and then he was a little embarrassed, "General, who are you going with?"

"Who's sitting next to me?"

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"England and the United States."

"Change Britain. How can he be worthy of working with me?" Victor said it calmly, but others could hear it with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Casare's left eyebrow twitched, and he glanced at his boss. As a worm in the other's stomach, he immediately understood his thoughts.

It must be what the British said before the revenge.

The eldest brother is very narrow-minded.

You've offended your big brother and you still want to sit down and eat beef?
Casare nodded to the staff, who responded quickly and led Nicolás Maro Moro to the center. The Venezuelan people who had been listening nearby were moved again.

Later, Victor received guests from some European and Latin American countries. On the surface, everyone was polite. When the American representative, General Mason Leonard, came, everyone held their breath, thinking that there was going to be trouble. But when the two sides shook hands, they smiled at each other very politely.

This left some countries that were waiting to see the joke at a loss as to what to do.

Are the relations between the US and Mexico so good?

Could it be that some unspeakable secrets were reached there?

The Canadian representatives suffered the most.

Brother~I am your sweetheart in North America, you can't let other mistresses join our marriage.

After General Mason Leonard chatted with Victor for a few words, he moved to his position, staring at the main road without chatting with the people next to him.

"Who else hasn't arrived yet?" Casare asked the follower next to him.

"British."

Fatty Ka squinted his eyes. This Englishman's brain was really broken by his butt. He looked at his watch and saw that there were only two minutes left. He looked up at the boss, who nodded slightly.

Casare was just about to stand up and signal the start of the parade when the Englishman finally arrived late with a proud look on his face. In fact, I really can't understand the British way of thinking. Sometimes they and the Indians are really "two dogs".

What era is this? Are you still pretending to be the colonial boss?
Seeing that the other party was about to speak, Casare walked towards George Smiley next to him, who ran over with a gloomy face.

"Don't talk, get into position with me, if you make trouble, I will sew your mouth and ass together."

The Englishman's face turned green, and when he saw George Smiley's cold eyes, he shuddered and shut his mouth.

This man is known in MI6 as "Fierce Dog". He is an important head of Mexican intelligence and has a typical super-masculine face.

They could only lower their heads and sit at the back with some Latin American and African countries. The British people muttered something to themselves, and those who didn’t know thought it was a practice.

Boom!
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sound of Big Ben rang out very promptly. The sound was very clear and could be heard from far away. It could be heard clearly several kilometers away. Everyone in Mexico could hear it and looked up.

Then I saw a group of white pigeons flying into the sky in the distance.

A symbol of peace!

Representatives of the people on the other side of the main road raised their hands and cheered.

It looks like a peaceful place where people live and work in peace.

Kennedy, the highest-ranking officer in the military, stood up and said, "I now declare that the 170th Mexican Independence Day Parade officially begins!"

Victor actually appreciates the Chinese style of marching because it is more upright and masculine, but he knows that he cannot master it in the short term, and the Soviet style is too jumpy and flashy, so he can only try the European style.

They just walked in the queue stupidly and expressionlessly.

The first to come up was the 1st Regiment of the 1st Marine Division, which was known as the "Royal Guards" and was Victor's starting point. It was a typical elite among the elites, fighting from north to south, from the northern scenery to the southern rainforests, with great military exploits and a great reputation.

In particular, they were the first group to be awarded first-class merit by Victor.

More than 1200 people were wearing pure black combat uniforms, wearing monocular night vision goggles, with camouflage painted on their faces, holding M16A2 automatic rifles, wearing masks, and their eyes were as fierce as wolves and tigers.

When passing by the reviewing stand, Major General Eduard Fritz Blomberg, the chief of staff of the First Division, saluted first and shouted: "Loyalty!"

1200 strong men shouted in unison.

"loyalty!"

Victor stood up and waved with a smile. The Venezuelan fan boy next to him clapped his hands vigorously. The American representative squinted his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The second group was the assault team of the 141st Special Forces. They drove the "Falcon" light high-speed assault vehicles and passed in groups of four.

"Is this the Mexican army or the American army?" General Mason Leonard heard someone mumbling behind him. He suddenly felt uneasy and stared. Is there also this "Falcon" type?

This thing just came out not long ago!
The US military only used it during the Gulf War. Look at the individual weapons of the 141 special forces. Are there four-eye night vision goggles on their heads? ?
Is the Mexican military that rich?

The US military still only has a small amount of equipment now.

"What a showpiece!" The Englishman looked at the individual equipment and said sourly to others. Those sitting next to him were so embarrassed that they could only smile awkwardly.

Mason Leonard is the Deputy Secretary of Defense. He is also a veteran in the military. He actually also presided over the work of the Navy SEALs. He has a keen eye and the 141st Special Forces Brigade is not just a vase.

Although I have never fought with the Navy SEALs, I have fought a lot with the infiltrated Spanish special forces and other countries, and I have a lot of experience.

And Mason Leonard has a hunch that they will fight sooner or later!
Victor will not be satisfied with his influence only in Latin America. Maybe he will intervene in the Middle East? In the name of drug control.

This is what many senior American officials are worried about.

Teams of soldiers passed by behind. Although they were all elite, there was nothing illuminating in front of them, and time passed slowly.

"The next to arrive is the SS-25 ICBM formation."

"????!"

Mason Leonard and people from many countries stood up when they heard this!

It's impossible, it won't happen, it's not realistic.

Are the Soviets crazy to give you this?
It must be the same name!
But when the familiar MAZ-7917 super-heavy off-road vehicle drove in.

The European and American powers in front of the television and in the viewing stands suddenly fell silent.

They looked at each other in disbelief!
"This formation is a national weapon with an effective range of 12500 kilometers!" The host's voice was excited and even excited.

Victor smiled.

Casare smiled.

Mexico's top brass laughed.

And the faces of a group of people...

It's green!

(End of this chapter)