Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 430: To warlords, chaebols are just leeks!
Top floor office of the National Palace.

Victor was tapping his fingers on the table while on the phone. Pentagon Secretary of Defense Donald was speaking passionately on the other end of the line, "You've gone too far. People on Wall Street are very unhappy with you. You've made a big fuss about a few tycoons."

"Many of the tycoon children who fled to the United States have criticized you in the news. Do you know how much impact this has had on your reputation?"

“American capital considers you completely unwelcome to them, and they call you a tyrant.”

“Even many institutions have listed you as a country where you cannot invest!”

Donald said this with some earnest words:
"If you want to develop, you can't do without them."

Victor paused, "Wall Street, what the hell is that?"

“Capital is a dog. If there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to move. If there is a 50% profit, capital will take risks. If there is a 100% profit, capital will dare to risk being hanged. If there is a 300% profit, capital will dare to trample on all human laws.”

His tone was filled with disdain. "Even if they know I'm holding a butcher's knife, they are reluctant to leave the huge market of 1.4 million people in Mexico. The tycoons are high up in the clouds, pointing at the people below and looking down on everything. I want to pull them down and tell them that making money is fine, but you can only take power and status if I want to give it to you."

"If I don't give it to you, you can't take it!"

"Sir, the United States is like a stupid pig controlled by capital, but Mexico is not. Capital is the pig, and the chaebols are the pigs. If I am unhappy, I will kill a few of them. Do you know what I get from the blood given by those 11 chaebols?"

Victor said firmly, "I have gained the loyalty of the soldiers, the love of the people, and the money to rebuild the basic facilities. As for the capital, as long as it is given time, it will slowly grow again like leeks."

Donald was stunned by these words.

original…

For warlords, capitalists are the leeks?
The old man really wanted to refute and said, don’t you think this is bad for your image?

On second thought, what a shitty image. Victor’s current image can be described in two words: crazy!
But he also felt that what the other party said made some sense.

Capital is not a person or an organization, but a form. There will be no shortage of capital wherever there are people.

"Mr. Donald, what Mexico cannot do without the most is not the tycoons, but me." Victor said meaningfully.

The old defense minister half opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the words he said lacked confidence, "Then you can't just wait until the capital grows up and then keep using violence, right?"

"Whoever controls violence controls money, not whoever controls money controls violence. If I say white, he is white. If I say black, he is black. If I say you are destroying the market, you are destroying the market. Isn't it easy to get evidence?"

“When the fire doesn’t burn them, capital always thinks of luck, not unity.”

This makes a lot of sense.

Look at India, which has been cheating foreign investment for 60 years...

Vodafone is great, right?

India almost lost the battle, so they changed the law. Guess what? The government won. Although this kind of scam made many people not want to invest in India, you see, there has never been a shortage of investors.
Even if people know it's a cesspool, they will still jump in.

Mexico's geographical location also determines that if you want to do business in North America, you cannot bypass it, especially after Victor expanded the port. The number of ocean ports in North and South Baja California has increased from the original three to eight, and economic demonstration ports are also planned.

In other words, if you order goods from here, you don’t need to pay any taxes, you just need to fill out a form. The main purpose is to boost the surrounding economy.

There are plenty of people coming.

Seeing that Victor was acting like a dung beetle, Donald didn't want to argue with him any more about this matter.

"You just have to figure it out yourself."

“Once the recent election is over, there will be further discussions on U.S.-Mexico relations.”

Victor raised his eyebrows, "The trend of the Republican Party is not optimistic recently..."

Under the attack of the couple, they were defeated step by step. Almost no one could fight. The only one who could fight is still lying in the hospital. It is said that he vomited blood last night.

The old defense minister was quiet for a moment. "Politics is the art of compromise. No matter what, the position of defense minister is mine."

Victor smiled when he heard this, "Good luck to you."

After hanging up the phone, he fell into quiet thought, with only his breathing as the only sound in the office, as if large-scale riots and assassinations had been expected since the shooting of a candidate in the mayoral campaign in Hampton, Virginia.

But it was suppressed by a "mysterious force".

It seems...

Both parties in the United States are still exercising restraint.

But Victor will not be intimidated no matter who comes to power. If you want peace, I will give you peace. If you want to play, I will go all in with you.

If you don’t give me satisfactory benefits, I will overturn the table!
Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the table interrupted his thoughts in a hurry.

"Hello~"

"General, my name is Horatio. According to the latest war situation, Hezint von Strawitz's armored corps has occupied the state of Morelos and captured the capital, Cuernavaca."

Victor: ???

He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, which showed: 15:32.

Starting at 9 a.m., conquer a state in six hours?

You must be kidding!

Although Morelos State is not large, with an area of ​​only more than 4800 square kilometers, this area is actually equivalent to a medium-sized prefecture-level city in China. It is much smaller than Magic City and is equivalent to Wuxi.

But it's too exaggerated that you took six hours to finish it, right?

Don't you need time on the road?

Or no one resisted?
“Is the record true?”

"It's true. Aerial reconnaissance shows that Cuernavaca has indeed been captured. The local militia, which originally had more than 600 people, has retreated to the south. People on the streets are beating gongs and drums to welcome them."

Victor's tone suddenly became stronger, with a smile on his face, "Good! Well done! Six hours, six hours to capture Morelos State. This is the first achievement. Tell Commander Strawitz that I will celebrate his achievement when he comes back."

"it is good!"

Victor got up from his chair and walked around to the map hanging on the wall. With Morelos State in hand, Mexico City no longer had to worry about becoming the front line of the war, and its safety level had been greatly improved.

He put his hands on his hips, lit a cigarette for himself, and slapped his palms heavily on several southern states, with a look of "between the stocks and the hands" of confidence on his face.

The troops that have received benefits are the ones who really get things done.

In fact, Commander Heinrich von Strawitz was also a little overwhelmed. He led the armored corps to charge forward, but felt that the tanks were not fast enough in this plateau area, so he ordered Deputy Commander Kurt Konispe to lead the tanks to mop up the rear.

He bypassed the city in front of him and led a regiment straight to Cuernavaca. The road was smooth and he did not encounter any attacks. But when he arrived at the city, he saw this scene.

Hundreds of ordinary people stood on the main road into the city, cheering and holding busts of Victor and banners that had been prepared in advance.

“Warmly welcome government troops to Cuernavaca!”

"Long live General Victor!"

Some people even took flowers and threw them on the military vehicles that came in first...

Prepare food and drink to welcome the royal army!
"General, General..." When Heinzt von Strawitz got off the car, the guard held his gun nervously and looked around vigilantly. Suddenly, an old man ran up to him, knelt down, and shouted loudly and miserably, lying on the ground, "Why did you come now?"

"If you had come earlier, my son wouldn't have been beaten to death by drug dealers."

The guard stood in front of Strawitz. He looked at the crying old man and felt bad. He patted the guard's shoulder gently to signal him not to be nervous. He walked over, bent down and helped the other person up with both hands.

I was stunned. There was no flesh at all on the other person's arm!
Just like... two bamboo poles.

Heijint von Strawitz looked around in confusion, and everyone had a pale face.

"General!"

"We are suffering. The drug dealers do not treat us as human beings. They make us dig up all the food and grow raw materials, but they don't care about our food rations at all. Each household only has one bag of corn weighing less than 30 kilograms every two weeks."

The old man was still crying and gesturing with his fingers, "My little grandson was less than 3 days old when he starved to death. He weighed less than 5 kilograms when he died!!!"

"The drug dealers asked my daughter-in-law to transport drugs for them. They cut open her stomach alive, took out her organs, and stuffed drugs in her. Ah!!"

When he said this, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, and he almost fainted. His sobs were twitching:
"My son was beaten to death by them, right in front of my eyes, and then their head was chopped off and thrown into my arms."

(—— Excerpted from the real oral accounts of Guatemalan refugees).

Strawitz and the soldiers around him were silent...

He felt his chest tremble.

How could this "City of Spring" less than 85 kilometers away from Mexico City be so bad?

The South is hell.

Their class structure is simply distorted.

Drug dealers > officials > civilians > useless refugees!

The militia they formed was more like their private army. When they saw that the situation was not going well, they would run away under their protection.

Strawitz helped the old man up and brushed off the dust on his knees. Looking at the hundreds of people, he stood on the Hummer and said, "Everyone, listen to me. I understand what you've been through. Don't worry, those bastard drug dealers will definitely die!"

"We're going to drown them in the toilet!"

"Don't worry, the general's troops are here. We don't have to worry about anyone standing over our heads. Paul, give them all the food we brought."

The guard was startled, opened his mouth, and finally nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"Little boy, eat." A female medical worker accompanying the army took out two sausages and a piece of chocolate from her backpack. These were both things that could quickly replenish energy, and said to a skinny child.

The other person was very dirty, with snot and sticky substances of unknown objects stuck on his face. He was barefoot and it was obvious that he was a worthless... pauper.

He was alone, still wearing thin clothes even in autumn, standing timidly by the side, at a loss as to what to do.

When the sausage and chocolate were handed to him, he looked up. The sunlight behind her made it difficult to see her face clearly.

The child licked his tongue and looked around helplessly.

"Take it and eat it."

The female nurse tore the sausage apart and handed it to him. She looked at him, thought for a moment, and then took out a red scarf from her backpack. She wrapped it around the child in the child's surprised and panicked eyes, and wiped the dirt off his face with a sterilized cotton swab.

Looking at the clean, tender face, the female nurse nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what happens in the future, you have to be clean. Life may be fucked up, but living has meaning and a future, doesn't it?"

Having said that, he patted his head, smiled and turned away.

"You...what's your name?" the little boy suddenly asked.

"Look here, we are the army for the people." The female medical worker pointed to her armband.

The other party nodded, not quite understanding.

He actually didn't know why he was standing there. His neighbor next door told him to go and welcome the government troops and there was food, so he came here on his own.

That red scarf...

smell good.

He looked up at the troops, and a seed was planted in his little heart: when he grew up quickly, he must... must find each other.

……

Yucatan. Merida. National Palace.

The phone on Arturo De Sena's desk kept ringing.

"What? Morelos State has fallen? Trash! Trash! Where are the local militia? Where are the local police? Where are the local armed forces? They were able to enter the city government so easily? Where is the governor? Shoot him! Shoot him!"

boom!
The office was filled with his roars. He hung up the phone with a livid face, his mouth still trembling, he was angry. Today was not a good day for him.

From answering the phone early in the morning...

They all say that government forces launched a surprise attack, and then... that's it.

When asked what happened, they said the enemy's firepower was too strong and they were all defeated.

Doesn't Arturo De Sena know what kind of people they are?

They all ran away.

For a moment he wanted to send Los Zetas, but then he hesitated and quickly gave up the idea. What a joke! This unit was his lifeblood. What if they were defeated on the front line?
How do you fight for power?

Those bastard sons of Abrego from the Gulf Group will definitely pounce on us immediately.

Hey ~
Headache.

"Sir~"

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The door was gently pushed open, and the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government, Enderik Vinicius, walked in. When he saw the documents scattered on the ground, his eyes flashed.

"what's up?"

"Another murder of tourists occurred in Cancun. This time, a Filipino couple died. The local Chamber of Commerce expressed dissatisfaction and asked us to severely punish the murderers, who made it impossible for them to continue their business."

"Hold!"

Arturo de Senato heard the curse.

A serial killer recently appeared in Cancun. The local police have no ability to deal with the case. They are just a bunch of thugs. How can they solve the case?
Even with the local intelligence of the drug dealers, they still couldn't catch them...

The man seemed to have suddenly flown out.

Cancun's tourism industry has been devastated, and this is the eighth murder case against foreigners.

"Just find someone to take the blame and then shoot him. Then tell the public that we have caught the murderer and are looking for him in the slums."

Enderrick Vinicius nodded, "Also, there are more and more homeless people on the streets..."

"Are you going to tell me about this, too?"

Arturo DeSenna interrupted the other person rudely, "If you don't like them, just ask a bulldozer to remove them."

He was obviously... a little angry.

He sat down on the chair, took the cigarette and wanted to light himself, but everything went wrong today. He tried the lighter several times but there was no movement. He was so angry that he smashed the wall, making an explosion.

The people outside who heard the noise rushed in and said, "Sir..."

"Get out, get out!"

The guards looked at each other, and finally looked at Endrick, who nodded slightly, and the group slowly retreated.

Although Arturo usually looks decisive and resolute, the more radical he is, the more unstable his emotions are. What's the use for a drug dealer to have been a prosecutor in a state? When something happens, he just yells.

It's all rubbish!

Endrick was even more disdainful of him in his heart, but he still had a very humble expression on his face. He bent down and picked up the documents on the ground. "Sir, I also know about the situation in the three border states, but I don't think it's a bad thing."

Arturo looked over with scarlet eyes.

The other party lowered his head humbly and twisted his fat body. "Look, the nearest Cuernavaca is only 85 kilometers away from Mexico City. Our firepower is not as good as the Northern Army. If we put a large number of troops there, we will be beaten and the losses will be more serious."

"The most important thing is that everyone from top to bottom is from the Gulf Group. Our people can't get in at all. After the loss, it was Qiaogia and his team who were the most anxious."

"After all, we don't collect any taxes from there."

Arturo frowned, very anxious. "But Victor is obviously heading south. After taking down three states, the road below will be almost flat. It won't be long before he rushes down."

"I have a different opinion, sir. Wars have been launched too frequently this year. Victor's supply is a big problem. Even if he has a lot of money under his command by coupling a few tycoons, he still has a heavy burden."

Endrick began to analyze the situation for him, "I think they will stop and not go south again. We have lost three useless states."

"The first thing we need to do now is to kill Giorgia. If we kill him, we won't have to worry about other drug dealers. Then you will have the final say on the southern government. Then, we can reorganize our forces and fight Victor to the death."

"It's still uncertain who will win, the final victory is the real victory!"

"If you think the Northern Army's tanks are too fast, we can lay mines. Burying 10,000, 100,000, or even hundreds of thousands of mines along the border will be enough to hold them back for a long time."

This move is simply cruel.

There was no consideration for civilians at all.

Arturo De Sena was obviously fooled by the dog-headed military advisor. When he thought about it, it was true.

The depression in my chest also eased a little.

"you're right!"

"When is Giorgia going to Thailand?"

"The original plan was to meet with Zhang Qifu's people from Myanmar at a coffee hut on the east bank of the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok, Thailand, the day after tomorrow to discuss the transportation of drugs."

Zhang Qifu also has a stage name: Khun Sa.

Arturo DeSena's eyes flashed, "Pass the news to the United Nations Drug Control Agency and send our people over. If he is not caught, find someone to kill him!"

He couldn't wait...

Half of the empire has fallen into Victor's hands. If he wants to resist, he has to discuss it with Giorgia. He is not happy about living in partnership with others, and he wants to be the boss.

Many times, history has taught us that there can only be one boss...

No matter which entrepreneurial organization it is, in the end, it will have to fight among itself.

"Don't blame me, Giorgia." Arturo De Sena said with empty eyes.

Endrick also had evil intentions, so he lowered his head and tried his best not to laugh out loud.

Kill them, fight among yourself...

We will kill each other and die together, and then I will reap the benefits from it.

A small regime with so many people harboring dissenting ideas will be destroyed sooner or later.

……

Sri Lanka. Colombo, International Airport.

"Ding dong~"

The voice of the air traffic controller sounded in the airport, "We are sorry to inform all passengers that due to force majeure, the airport will be temporarily closed and all flights will be cancelled. We have prepared hotels and meals for you. Please follow the staff to the reserved hotel. We are very sorry."

It was also played again in English.

Colombo is a tourist city with many backpackers.

Hearing this, many people started to chatter in dissatisfaction.

There was even an Indian guy who pushed the staff hard and shouted something, but he was very emotional. The staff could only try to comfort them as much as possible.

"I want to go home today! Arrange a flight for me right now, I order you!" A woman wearing sunglasses suddenly screamed, "My father is the president of South Korea's Hanjin Group!"

The followers standing beside her didn't dare to speak.

Humph~
A team of armed soldiers rushed into the terminal building, led by a Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel. He had obviously heard the woman's shouting, and looked over with an unfriendly look, saying in a deep voice, "From now on, the airport is under military control. Please follow the plan..."

"Damn it!"

"You pig, get a plane ready for me. I want to go back to Korea. I will never come here again. This is a garbage place." The woman who claimed to be the daughter of President Han Jin suddenly rushed over and cursed.

She still reeked strongly of alcohol and reached out like a shrew to grab the lieutenant colonel's face, but he dodged her move.

The Korean man next to her quickly pulled her back and said nice things to her, but she still pointed at him arrogantly and said, "I'll let my father kill you."

The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel laughed angrily, and went up to her and slapped her, knocking her to the ground with a bang. He kicked her on the head, took the rifle from the soldier, and smashed it hard on the soldier's head with the butt of the rifle.

"A country that was founded on a US military base, why are you so arrogant?"

"Hanjin Group?"

"I'm fucking Sri Lankan!"

After three or two hits, his head was bleeding.

"General, don't do it..." The Korean man next to him shouted, but he was also pushed to the ground and beaten by the soldiers.

The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel looked around with sinister eyes, which finally stopped at the Indian, who shuddered and shrank his head.

“Is anyone else dissatisfied?”

No one said a word...

You see, you didn’t listen when I said nice things to you, and now you get beaten and you know the pain.

buzz~
Passengers in the terminal heard a noise outside and a heavy engine. They turned their heads and saw a plane emerging from the clouds in the sky.

Unlike ordinary passenger planes...

They all have fat heads and big ears.

“C-130! This is a C-130!” Someone who knows the goods exclaimed, “There are so many.”

Everyone looked at them in surprise.

Some children started counting, "one, two, three..."

But his mouth was quickly covered by his parents.

No wonder there is martial law, it turns out that the US military has come to Sri Lanka?

What are they here for?
Some people subconsciously picked up their cameras and started taking pictures. They glanced at the army out of the corner of their eyes, and when they saw that they did not stop them, they became bolder.

Under the control of the tower, the C-130 began to land and taxied safely.

When the cabin door opened and a beam of light shone in, Erich Manstein took a long breath. It was only a little over a day, but it felt like a long time. The smell of the plane... was really bad.

"Okay, get off the plane in order. Everyone, put on your masks. Also, check if your badge has been cancelled."

This is what the Sri Lankan military is asking for…

After all, it would not sound good to tell others that foreign troops came to help them eliminate terrorist organizations. If the outside world did not know who they were, wouldn't it be a little more conspicuous?
The little brain is useful.

Tourists in the terminal saw armed men wearing "gangster hats" and clothes from unknown countries getting off the plane.

In the toilet on the side, the door was closed. A pair of eyes were staring at the soldiers coming down. He picked up a phone and dialed a number.

"Hey."

“The Mexicans are coming!”

……

(End of this chapter)