Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 426 Fishing and law enforcement!

Yucatan Island.

National Palace.

The seat of the southern drug traffickers' government regime, in order to show that they are orthodox, or in other words, rebellious against Victor, they also named the institution the National Palace.

And the interior decoration is very luxurious!

The extravagant atmosphere was overwhelming. In the middle of the hall there was a poppy flower carved out of a whole piece of gold weighing about hundreds of kilograms. It was simply inhumane.

If Victor saw this, his eyes would definitely light up.

Drug dealers are so rich!
top layer.

President Elvis Salinas sat in a chair with a pale face, his hands drooping and bloodshot eyes. The floor was a mess with documents, cigarette ashes and even broken glass.

He...he was abandoned!

Someone from the Pentagon called him and told him Donald's decision that the US military would no longer provide them with any help and would withdraw its advisers.

This is like a bolt from the blue!

The reason he can sit in this position now is because of the people behind him. Now that you have withdrawn, isn't it...

I became a discarded child? ! !

boom!
Just when Elvis Salinas was feeling a little hesitant and at a loss, the office door was kicked open, and then four or five armed men armed with AKs rushed in.

He stood up immediately as if frightened, and shouted fiercely, "Georgia, what are you doing?"

A burly man with a gloomy face stared at the other person with eyes like a venomous snake, and said in a hoarse voice, "Elvis, why are you still pretending? You are useless. You have to give up the position of president."

Giorgia, the current boss of the Gulf Group and the garrison commander of Yucatan Island, had already been involved in the underworld when Abrego was smuggling electrical appliances. He had killed people and tortured corpses when he was a teenager. He was a typical "second-generation drug addict."

He is cruel and treacherous.

I have long been unhappy with President Elvis Salinas. Now that the Americans are gone, I want to tear off this layer of skin and let myself become the king.

"me…"

Elvis panicked and said, "I was elected by Congress."

There was silence in the office for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter.

Giorgia pulled the AK47 in his hand and fired at Elvis!
"Stop!" A shocked and angry shout came from behind.

But the bullets ripped him into a sieve, and the bookcases and glass were all shattered. Elvis Salinas knelt on the ground and fell heavily to the ground, staring with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

Arturo DeSenna, the nominal defense minister and general manager of Los Zetas, came in angrily and pushed Giorgia against the wall. The latter felt offended and embarrassed, "Fuck you!"

"Come on, give me a shot."

Arturo pointed at his head and cursed loudly, "Who do you think you are? Pulling a knife or a gun in front of me!"

"Who gave you permission to kill Elvis?!"

He was very angry and very tired. Why were the people he was with so many evil people?

Although the withdrawal of US investment has made it impossible for your "company" to continue, but you can kill the "finance" they sent over, doesn't this tell others that this company is stinking shit and it's best not to get involved with it?
Also, what do Americans think?
If they can't deal with Victor, can't they cause trouble for the South?

The two groups glared at each other, looking like they were about to start fighting if they had a disagreement.

With a gloomy face, Giorgia spat at Elvis's body and glanced at Arturo DeSena, "Without our Gulf Group taking you in, you Los Zetas would have been blown up like dogs by Victor's shells. Why are you so arrogant?"

"Asshole! What did you say!"

"Alpaca! Say that again, you Gulf bastard."

The Los Zetas soldier who followed Arturo cursed fiercely.

They were driven here from the north. They held their ground in the "Battle of the Steel Plant" with good tactics, but their bodies were not sanctified, and they were directly evaporated by the firepower of the Northern Army.

This has always been a taboo, but now they are being pointed at and scolded, they also have to save their face, how can they tolerate it.

"Georgia!"

"Be careful about what you say."

Arturo De Sena punched the bookcase hard and looked at him unfriendlyly, as if he wanted to kill him.

Finally, Giorgia took a step back, used his shoulder to push away the Los Zetas soldier who was blocking his way, and walked away with his men without caring. When he reached the door, he even stopped and said, "The presidency will belong to me from now on."

Arrogant!

So arrogant!

The corners of Arturo De Sena's eyes were twitching. He glanced at the President lying on the ground and took a deep breath, but the anger still rushed to his temples.

Endric Vinicius, who rushed over after hearing the news, saw this scene and jumped up and down anxiously, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

"What's the use of talking about this now?"

Arturo DeSena interrupted him and said impatiently: "Announce it to the public and say that Elvis Salinas died of a sudden illness."

"Who will pick up the president then? Should we really let Giorgia come?"

Endrick carefully glanced at the other person's expression and lowered his voice, "Jorgia already has more than 2 people under his command. His ambition is growing. We can see from the shooting of the president that he is not a rule-abiding person. If we let him or his people take office, our interests will be exploited."

"He's a fool, he has no sense of the overall situation."

"And...are you sure he won't cause trouble for us next?"

"If one day we show some signs of weakness, he will pounce on us like a wild dog, and we will be in trouble both internally and externally. We will definitely run into problems."

Arturo DeSena frowned, "What do you mean?"

Endrick was like a dog-headed military strategist, his eyes gurgling, and he chopped with his right hand, "It's better to strike first!"

"Kill him? Aren't you afraid that his subordinates will rebel?!" Arturo actually had this idea when he heard it before, but when he said it out loud, he still trembled in his heart.

The Gulf Group controls the military, government, and business. The Southern regime is not big, but it is not small either. It still has about 16 states in its hands, and they are wealthy Southern states. It is conceivable that Georgia's ambition is also accompanied by the expansion of influence.

He wants to be the only one in charge!
If Los Zetas and the Gulf Group were to fight, Arturo De Sena would really be unsure.

"How can we do it ourselves?"

"Find an opportunity to sell him to the Northern Army."

Endrick covered his mouth and said, "Aren't we going to Thailand in a few days to meet with the people in the Golden Triangle? Then we will give him the opportunity to show up, and then pass the news to the Narcotics Control Bureau in the north. It would be best if we can kill Giorgia by then. Then we can get more benefits when we negotiate with the people in the Golden Triangle area later."

“It’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

It’s good to be able to use your brain. Although this method is insidious, it is really effective.

If Giorgia was shot dead, then we can blame it on the government forces. Why did they know the intelligence? It must be that there is a problem within us, and then we can use the name to kill another group of people. Then, won’t the regime have the final say?

Arturo DeSenna was fed up with being elbowed and had to discuss everything. He was very decisive and said, "Do it!"

"Are you responsible for this matter?"

Endrick nodded, "Okay, Boss, don't worry, I'm always on your side."

Arturo patted his shoulder with satisfaction and said, "I won't treat you unfairly after this is done."

What is this called?
Draw a pie?
Endric was busy patting his chest and making promises, which made Arturo feel much better.

After leaving the President's office, the "Foreign Minister" watched him leave. The chubby-faced and somewhat plump "Foreign Minister" narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, very quietly, so quietly that only he could hear it, "Everyone wants to be the boss, I want to be one too."

He is not a good guy either.

I plan to convey this matter anonymously to the other party before Giorgia leaves Thailand. If he dies in Thailand, then it won't be a big deal, but if he is still alive, do you think Giorgia will take revenge?
By the time…

Los Zetas and the Gulf Cartel go to war.

You can fish in troubled waters.

Endrick's idea is good...

Now we can do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Such a small number of people can cause such trouble, but if you think about it, it seems normal. After all, the temple is small and the evil spirits are strong, while the peninsula has plenty of sun.

It is rare that all the young players can promote the unlimited fighting in Gwangju, but there is also a man named Yin Kaka who, in anger for his beloved, staged a real-life version of the war. And then...

It's just like Lao Deng took a shit—he forgot to take off his pants.

The 707 was even pulled out, but it failed to kill a few small congressmen and its gun was almost stolen. If it were the full Kaka era, you would know what six sticks in one second means. Do you still dare to fight back?

The car was on the road, and before it stopped, dozens of people jumped out.

How is it like now?
However, it is also obvious that a big brother tycoon was caught with corruption and only had 29 yuan. He said he used the rest of the money to buy beef. Then the prosecutor asked him where the beef was, and he ate it himself.

One is to cut down the food ration as much as possible, from 4000 won a day to 3000, which is less than 15 yuan. It is already good enough if someone can come to guard the gate for you.

There is a difference between the eldest brother and the eldest brother.

Just like now, Victor's reputation in the army is at its peak!

The reservists, the army, and even the militia all received money…

Victor's portrait was hung in the room.

In the army, people shout loyalty every day when they wake up, before eating, and before going to bed.

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At this time, they will definitely do whoever you ask them to do.

Want to lead them into rebellion?

I'll just send you to be reincarnated.

Victor is called: Vikaka!
The best way to maintain relationships is to give them as much money as possible.

Durango. Rodeo City. Police Department.

Humph~
There was a crisp sound of footsteps on the floor.

Deputy Director Benjamin Alvarez looked at the red leather shoes on his feet with satisfaction. He looked up at the white man in a white suit in front of him and said excitedly, "Mr. Campbell, does this mean I have joined the Red Shoes Club?"

"Of course!"

The white man has a smile on his face, but why does it look fake?
"From now on you are the vice president of the Mexican branch of the Red Shoes Club. We will find a way to help you move up the ladder. The Hollywood actress you want will be by your bedside tonight."

There was surprise and greed in Benjamin Alvarez's eyes.

Of course he had heard of the Red Shoes Club, which was wanted by the Mexican authorities for its perverted methods. The police department asked everyone to investigate the members of this club in the country and arrest them immediately.

But there are always people who bow down to money.

These people failed to bribe Guderian outside Mexico City, so they could only look down.

There are less than 3 people in Rodmore City. Normally, this police chief is not in their eyes, but now...

We can only settle for the next best thing.

"Don't worry, you can do whatever you want in Rodmore City. Just don't kill anyone. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to handle it. And also." Inspector Benjamin Alvarez rubbed his fingers together. "I want to take care of everything."

The white man frowned. The other party was a little greedy, but since the fish had finally come up, he had to continue feeding it. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and said, "10 US dollars. I will transfer it to your account later."

The other party smiled and nodded.

"Happy cooperation!"

After Benjamin Alvarez happily saw the other person off, he returned to the office and hugged and kissed the red leather shoes.

Of course he knew what it was made of.

But the psychological distortion made him feel comfortable.

It's just like…

Doing the same as X.

When he was polishing himself with his leather shoes, the door was suddenly pushed open. Benjamin Alvarez was startled and turned his head sharply. He swallowed the curse words in his mouth when he saw the person coming, and his whole face turned pale instantly.

"The Internal Affairs Bureau's Special Investigation Division invites you to have some tea."

...

After the white man left the police station, he hummed a little tune and drove to the downstairs of the Valdes Group.

This is the largest mineral purchaser in the central region, and it also operates retail and insurance businesses. Its owner, Alberto Baye, is worth $70 billion. He is also a member of the American Mining Association and the Red Shoes Club.

The white man had just parked his car in a cool place downstairs, got out of the car, humming happily, and took two steps.

Peng! !

A loud noise behind him startled him. He turned around suddenly and saw a man lying on the roof of the car, staring at him.

"Alberto!!!"

The white man cried out in fear.

A billion-dollar CEO jumped off a building? !

His mind went blank...

"It's really hard to get over it. The general wanted to ask him for some money, but he was reluctant to give it to him. He won't give it to him? Then he can just be a frequent flyer." A teasing voice sounded from behind.

The white man turned around and saw a Mexican man in a black suit standing behind him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"who are you?"

"What did you say!"

"What are you going to do?"

Typical philosophical question.

"Jason Bourne, you've heard of my name."

The white man's face changed and he tried to run, but with a bang, a bullet hit in front of him, scaring him so much that he stopped immediately.

"If you move again, the next bullet will hit your head." As Jason Bourne spoke, infrared rays shone from a distance, swaying on his forehead, and finally hitting his chest.

Sniper!
The white man raised his hands and trembled, "Don't... don't kill me."

"Of course we won't kill you. We want to ask you to do something. Once that's done, everything will be fine."

"Help! I will definitely help! Just don't shoot. What's the matter?"

Jason Bourne pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over. "All you have to do is admit on TV that these people are related to the red shoes."

The white man took one look and his eyes widened.

Salinas Group, Ronimo Chain, Francisco Transport and Mining Company, PRGD Marine Industries…

There are 38 in total, all of them are chaebols!

"The general is a little short of money and wants to borrow money from them, but they are a bit stingy, which is not conducive to unity."

Jason Bourne asked with a smile.

"The boss wants to treat them to a flying trapeze and a night cruise on the Mexican river."

"What about you? Are you willing to help?"

Victor secures his position in Mexico City…

Finally, they extended their hands to the big capitalists and chaebols in the central region.

Victor: A chaebol, right? Coincidentally, I also stand for a chaebol, my name is a warlord.

Now short of money...

I grab...

What's wrong with me borrowing some?
Am I doing this for myself? I am bringing benefits to the country, the people, and the society as a whole. Since the mountain is not there for me, I have no choice but to go to the mountain.

The Red Shoes Club is just an excuse for Victor to clean up.

Let them experience some warlord joy!
……

(End of this chapter)