Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 427 Kuzamala Reservoir Swimming Champion!

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Two trucks rammed into the Francisco Mining and Transport company's headquarters building on the outskirts of Mexico City, breaking the railings.

The security guard at the back rushed out of the booth chattering. He had dark skin and a strong body odor. He was obviously Indian.

In hand was a rubber baton.

The car door was pushed open, and then more than 20 people holding weapons and wearing balaclava helmets ran down. They cooperated very well. Two of them stood in a horse stance, with their left hands pressing on the top of the rifles, and fired... rattling rattling!

They swept over the heads of the Indians, scaring them so much that they screamed, lay on the ground, and stuck their butts out, begging for mercy.

Just rushing over these few steps has made them feel that their wages are well worth it.

The remaining militants rushed upstairs, complaining that the elevator was too slow, so they ran directly up the stairs. It took them less than 10 seconds to climb 30 floors?
He kicked into the president's office where a meeting was in progress, and dragged down the stairs the 59-year-old David Francisco, CEO of Francisco Transport and Mining Company, in front of everyone's horrified gaze.

"Don't hurt me, I'm willing to give you money!" The other party was so frightened that he lost his voice. He thought they were gangsters, but the main reason was that these people had such strong gangster intentions.

In fact, I wanted to run away when I heard the gunshots below, but it was too late.

The other party came too fast.

David Francisco stared and saw a cloth bag being put down towards his head. Then he floated up and was carried downstairs by someone.

The leader of the team was a tall and strong man. He looked at the frightened people in front of him with deep eyes, stretched out two fingers, kissed them on the mouth, and gave them a kiss.

"Bye-Bye!"

These people were obviously not ordinary people. They threw David Francisco into the transport vehicle and drove away.

The whole game lasted less than 2 minutes.

The vice president and others who reacted hurriedly screamed, "Call the police! Call the police quickly!!"

Calls poured in to the Mexico City police department.

boom!
The newly appointed police chief, Ancarlos, slammed the table with a gloomy face, "Provocation, this is a provocation to justice!"

This fierce general, nicknamed "The New Recruit", once escorted Cuauhcmote to Mexico City to take office with his guards, until the latter was attacked by missiles. He escaped at that time because he had something else to do, but he has always felt guilty.

After Victor enters Mexico.

He was a bit conflicted about the position of the capital police chief, and it was Kwaukmote who recommended him. You know, Giancarlos is only 24 years old this year.

From the Presidential Guard to his current position, it was definitely a promotion.

He also didn't want to disappoint his superiors and worked diligently, but who knew that something like this would happen?

In just the morning, the company received calls to the police from 11 listed companies, seven of which monopolized various industries, including railway transportation, mining, aviation, and even chicken imports. Each of them was worth a lot of money and had a great social influence.

Most importantly, if public opinion is allowed to stir, it will cast doubt on the new government’s security capabilities.

"I command!"

Just as Gancarlos was about to give the order to find out the person behind the scenes at all costs, the secretary knocked on the door.

"how?"

"Chief, there's a call for you."

"Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"The call from Mount Tepeya."

Gancarlos' pupils narrowed and he hurriedly walked out with the phone.

There is a scenic area on top of Mount Tepeya, no, it should be called a group of villas. Ever since Victor was enthroned here, this place has been completely restricted. Some government offices have been moved here, including the Presidential Office and the Ministry of National Defense.

But Victor still works at the National Palace.

Otherwise they would be hit by a cannon and all die.

Therefore, the call from Tepeya Mountain, in a sense, represents the same meaning as the call from Yuquan Mountain.

Everyone in the conference room was talking quietly to each other, and no one was making sense. Soon, Gancarlos came back with a calm expression. He picked up the documents on the table and said, "Okay, let's adjourn the meeting and go about our business."

"Chief, then...this kidnapping case?"

"Someone will take over, don't worry about it."

Everyone present was an experienced person and they understood immediately. They looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

When Gancarlos left, he had his hands behind his back and seemed to be in a good mood.

Just now his old boss called him and told him not to worry about it because someone had invited them for tea.

The Cuzamala Reservoir, less than 30 kilometers from Mexico City, handles tens of millions of water needs for the entire capital area. Of course, the pressure is enormous. In order to prevent poisoning incidents, it has long been listed as a military management area.

Two companies of the National Guard and an air defense battalion are stationed here year-round.

It's quite deserted and quiet as well.

but…

The screams today were particularly shrill.

Eleven men in shorts were thrown into a small room; some of them wore glasses, some were bald and elderly, but all of them were well-known figures outside.

At least he is the CEO of a chaebol!

The water cannon was directed at them, and they were rolled directly into the corner. Two minutes later, seven or eight strong men holding rubber sticks rushed in and started to attack them.

Every punch hits the flesh!
No, hit the flesh with every blow.

They screamed miserably, and of course there were people who stood up to resist, but they were beaten even more severely.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Please, stop hitting me!" The CEO of PRGD Marine Industry knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard, his face covered in blood, and he cried miserably.

Stop hitting me, Smecta!
"Cough cough cough." A cough was heard at the door. The strong men stopped what they were doing, stood aside, and clasped their hands.

The 11 chaebols who were beaten like dogs looked up and saw a fat man walking in.

Casare walked in slowly with a smile on his face, "Everyone, how do you like the food?"

"Ka...Kasarai!"

"You...what are you going to do, what is Victor going to do!" The bespectacled CEO of the Ronnimo supermarket chain shouted with his eyes wide open.

Fatty Ka's face suddenly fell. He walked over and stepped on his palm.

"what!!!!!"

"You have to use a respectful title when addressing a general. As expected, once you have money you forget the rules. Beat me."

The two people next to him grabbed each other's hair like wolves and tigers, dragged him to the corner and gave him a "set meal". The shrill screams echoed throughout the room.

"I haven't invited you here for any other reason. Here is a document. Please sign your names." He took out a contract from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over.

The CEO of PRGD Marine Industries took it with trembling hands, and the people behind him all came over, and when they saw the first line, they were all stunned.

1. I voluntarily hand over all my properties to the Mexican government for management.

What the hell!

Robbery!
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Why are you doing this to us? We've already paid you. If you want money, we'll give it to you. Why do you want our factory? Aren't you asking us to die?!"

The chaebols shouted loudly, and the CEO of PRGD Marine Industries even tore up the contract, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it hard.

Casare put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him. "Do I need to tell you what you did? Francisco Transportation and Mining Company used its channels to help drug dealers transport drugs, especially during the Popovich administration, when it transported drugs to the front line on a large scale. Do you think we don't know?"

"And Emil Houston's Frozen Products..."

The person whose name he called out shuddered and lowered his head.

"Don't I know what's hidden in your cold storage? The 300 bodies from Colombia are still in the cold storage at your headquarters, right? Where are they being sent? Sold to the Americans?"

"Ha~"

Casare smiled and said, "Asking you to sign is to give you dignity."

"Don't refuse a toast, or you'll have to drink a penalty drink!"

"Ah!! Ah!!!" Two screams were heard suddenly, and then they stopped abruptly. Everyone looked over in horror and saw the CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain lying on the ground, motionless.

"Sir, he's dead!"

The remaining 10 chaebols were suddenly in a panic.

"Find a place to bury him. Also, notify the military to arrest the top executives of the Ronnimo supermarket chain and their family members. Sentence them to death for drug trafficking."

"Yes!" Casare's words were like a heavy hammer hitting them. Some of them really couldn't bear it and started crying.

General Victor could have robbed it, but he insisted that you sign the contract.

This kind of respect for the law is comparable to that of Lao Deng. Anyone who sees it will give a thumbs up and praise it.

"Come on, sign it."

Casare smiled, but this smile sounded like the death-demons’.

The 10 men hugged each other and cried bitterly.

A platform at the Kuzamala Reservoir.

A dozen bodyguards looked around vigilantly, and there were snipers and special forces lurking on the mountain.

Victor was wearing a beach hat, sitting quietly with a fishing rod in his hand. Suddenly, the rod trembled, and he pulled hard, but it was obvious that the fish was too big, and he could not pull it up for a while. The follower next to him subconsciously wanted to help.

He held out his hand to stop her, "I can do it myself."

He started to pull the fish and it lasted for a long time, more than 20 minutes. Victor's body and forehead were covered with sweat and his breathing was a little rapid.

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But fishing is a battle of wits and courage. When you are weak, it is also weak. When it was about to ejaculate, the fish ran out of strength and was pulled up by him. The follower next to him came with a scoop net and pulled it up.

"The general is a blue catfish."

Three strong men pulled the fish up. Anyone who has fished knows that after being brought ashore, the fish will struggle vigorously and can easily run away.

"80 pounds!"

Everyone around applauded.

The blue catfish itself is a type of North American catfish. It can reach a maximum weight of 68 kilograms, and 80 kilograms is considered a giant.

Victor was also somewhat satisfied.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, and smiled. Fishing can indeed satisfy people's vanity to a certain extent.

"Wow, boss, you caught this?"

Casare popped his head out and gave a thumbs up, not sparing his praise, "You are the best fisherman I have ever seen."

"Hahaha, you're flattering me again."

"Really, if I lie, let my ass get rotten."

Victor pointed at him and smiled, handing him the cigarette, then passed it to the follower next to him, "Here, have a smoke."

My brother gave me a cigarette, which was really cool.

"How is it? What did the tycoons say?" Victor handed over the lighter. Casare leaned his head over and took a few puffs until the cigarette lit up. "The bones were all soft. They agreed to everything when the baton hit them. However, they accidentally shot and killed the CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain. I had him buried."

"If he's dead, he's not a good person anyway. Just agree to it."

"So, Boss, are we going to let them go?"

Victor chuckled and looked at the endless reservoir in front of him. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. "Give them a swimming ring and let them swim over from the other side. We'll see who has better physical fitness. If they die, it won't be our fault."

Casare looked at the Kuzamala Reservoir, which was over 5 kilometers long and wide, and swallowed his saliva. Do you think these people are all special forces? Armed swimming?
He glanced at the boss and knew that the other party had no intention of letting them go alive.

Isn’t the fate of a chaebol not a fate?
But it feels so good!
Casare still remembers when he was young, there were robberies everywhere in the old Mexico. He grew up in Mexico City, and a horizontal line separated the slums and the rich areas. He lay on the railing and looked at the other side like a dog.

Hope that those who wear new clothes can give themselves alms.

Finally, he remembered clearly that one day in 1970, which was his 10th birthday, when he was picking up trash on the side of the blocking net, he saw a dog hole and crawled through it because he found a cabbage fallen on the ground.

But when he was about to pick it up and take it back, he was discovered by several rich people's children. They rushed up to him, punched and kicked him, cursed at him loudly, and told him to go back to where the poor people lived.

And their parents...

I just watched quietly from the side, as if all this was natural.

Casare didn't dare to fight back, so he held his head and crawled back like a dog. He watched the cabbage in his arms being eaten to pieces by those people. He also resented why his parents were not rich.

At that time, the seeds of hatred towards the rich began to be planted in his psychology.

After he started the rebellion with Victor, he saw those wealthy people who were once high and mighty kneeling and wailing at his feet. That kind of spiritual ecstasy still makes him feel comfortable.

Chaebol…

It's a dog!
"Call Kennedy, Quauk-Mote and the others to our house tonight, and we'll eat the fish together."

Casare nodded, "Okay."

He paused, "Boss, Victoria's Secret wants to hold a fashion show in Mexico City, and Hailier will be there. I want to go and support her."

Victor nasally said, cigarette between his fingers, "Are you really planning on marrying her?"

"Helil Alvis is a good girl."

"Then I won't advise you. However, you should tell her that it's best to find a stable job for her. If that doesn't work, then arrange a position for her in a government department. You are the second-in-command in Mexico now, with tremendous power. There are also many people watching you. What would they think if they knew that your wife is a catwalk show?"

Victor saw that Casare wanted to speak, so he held out his hand, "This is the bottom line."

He can't be like Yin Kaka in everything and find a wife who takes hormones and then holds him back.

For a politician like Casare, his wife is very important and sometimes she becomes the target of criticism.

"I see. I'll tell him."

Victor patted him on the shoulder and waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat.

In the following days, the Mexican government, which obtained the "transfer agreement", directly took over 11 super large companies in the central region.

Of course, there are chaebols who refuse to give in.

What about tens of billions or hundreds of billions of dollars? You can just take it away?
But the first thing the Mexican State-Owned Assets Management Office did after taking over was to promise not to fire any employees and to increase everyone's salary by 15% on their original basis!

Ok…

Who doesn’t like being the boss?
What's going on?

So it can only be some incompetent rage of the chaebol family, who have the temper to deal with Victor.

But in fact, there is no need to feel sorry for them. Many of their assets have already been invested in the United States, so they will never lack food and clothing in their lives.

"What's wrong with asking these rich people to do something good for Mexico? It's a matter of life and death." Victor's voice came from the National Palace.

That afternoon, the eldest son of the CEO of PRGD Marine Industries, who was the loudest voice, was hacked to death on the street by a group of thugs.

Bloody and bloody!
Upon hearing this, Victor simply picked up his teacup and said, "The law and order is still not good enough. It's time to fight again."

No matter whether you are black or white, you are all "obedient" in front of the warlord.

And on the desk, there was an official letter from Sri Lanka.

Invited the "Mexican military" to Sri Lanka to discuss matters concerning the LTTE terrorist organization.

In the past, this island nation in the South Indian Ocean ignored Victor's proposal to help fight bandits, but since the Independence Day parade...

There has been a clear shift in attitudes.

It seems that everyone is very aware of the current situation. At the very least, they all know that they should never offend a country with "power".

"Put forward a plan to wipe out the Tigers!"

"If they dare to cause trouble in Mexico, can I still keep him?"

"Send Erich Manstein with the Mexican Independent Fourth Battalion and kill them right away."

The previous commander of the 4th Battalion was Rommel, who is now the commander of the th Marine Army with the rank of general. His promotion speed can hardly be described as taking off, and the th Battalion was directly transferred to an independent battalion directly under the military.

There are about 800 people, equipped with the latest individual weapons.

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These weapons and equipment are enough to run rampant in certain areas.

In order to fight the LTTE, Victor directly pulled out his trump card.

"I just have one request!"

"I don't want to see anyone alive!"

"eye for eye!"

……

(End of this chapter)