Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 431 The body-cultivating monks on Yucatan Island try to use physical means to change their fate!

Four or five in the morning.

It was already getting late in the day, and there was still some thick fog.

Kuzamala Reservoir!
It is known to the outside world as: Kuzamala Hotel.

The main features are good sleep quality, good benefits, and occasional physical education classes.

For example, now...

Early in the morning, the chaebols were woken up and taken to learn how to swim.

Who told Victor to be narrow-minded? Many of his children went to the United States to criticize him, which made his reputation in a mess. The three things that Wall Street fears the most are: financial crisis, economic recession and high inflation, and Mexican warlords.

If you scold me, I will ask your dad to come and learn how to swim!
These older tycoons were shirtless and wore only shorts. When the wind blew, they shivered with cold.

"You people have no gratitude at all! Don't you know that you are still alive because of the general's gift?" A captain shouted loudly with a baton in his hand, and when he got excited, he hit them hard on the back.

These chaebols cried out in pain.

"Bah! Damn it, I told you to scream? Don't you know to report when you scream in pain?" The captain kicked the CEO of PRGD Marine Industries, knocking him to the ground, and hit his legs hard with the baton.

Anyone who has been hit by a baton knows... (I once hit myself with a baton when I was in the army.)
Very sour and refreshing!
This thing is actually very hard. It broke his knee immediately. The CEO of PRGD Marine Industries lay on the ground wailing, and the people around him didn't dare to breathe.

The captain was tired and took a long breath, "Give each of them a life buoy."

The soldiers behind them put the inflated lifebuoys on them.

“Swimming across the Kuzamala Reservoir is that easy. The entire distance is less than 7 kilometers.”

"Ah?!! Swim over! How is it possible? Impossible. This is absolutely impossible. You just want to kill us." Someone shouted in horror when he heard this.

The CEOs panicked and some wanted to run away.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

The captain looked at them grimly, "Either swim forward, or... die!"

"Haven't you always wanted democracy? Come, choose for yourselves."

gun!
Is it great to have a gun?

Hey, it's really great to have a gun.

At least these chaebols suddenly quieted down and looked at each other. Finally, the oldest CEO of Francisco Transport and Mining Company stood trembling beside the reservoir, closed his eyes, and jumped in.

"Get down!" the captain roared, and someone kicked him down.

“Help…Help…Help…”

Some people can’t swim, and they get scared when they encounter water. They start to panic after a few floppings. Even if they have a life buoy, it’s useless. After they stretch out their hands, they fall into the water. After a few floppings, there’s no splash…

The remaining CEOs swam forward with all their might.

The captain laughed and took the cigarette from his comrade, "Keep an eye on them, don't let them get ashore alive."

"??? Kill them all?"

"The above means that the general is very unhappy. They are of no use anymore. There is still room for them. We will set up an education team here in the future. There are also some new guests coming."

The comrades immediately understood and nodded vigorously.

The Kuzamala Reservoir has good feng shui, with water in front and mountains behind. It would be great to be buried there after you die.
There has to be some treat for these bosses.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Victor to confiscate so much money from them?
Focusing on value for money.

These CEOs are usually too good at playing with women. After swimming less than 200 meters, some of them couldn't stand it anymore and just lay there without moving...

Can the comrades of the "Kuzamala Reservoir Education Team" allow you to have so much free time?

Boom boom boom~
There was the sound of an engine, and when they turned around, they saw three soldiers driving a military MIG-G-O8OO American speedboat rushing towards them, heading straight towards them without any hesitation!
The two bosses behind it were sunk in one go...

The hair was tangled in the propeller, and as soon as he opened his mouth to scream, the water gurgled into his nose and mouth. The next second...

The head was smashed directly.

Bone fragments and flesh were blown everywhere like "hand-beaten chicken". The blood instantly dyed the water in the square red, and the corpse floated up in a short while.

"Oh! Swim quickly, we are coming!" The soldier above stood up, swept the water with his gun, and shouted loudly and passionately.

The old men climbed up the mountain quickly...

The fear in their eyes is their desire to survive.

boom!
One foot on the accelerator...

It's like...chasing a wild boar.

The cries for help and screams of the chaebols echoed throughout the Kuzamala Reservoir.

You can shout, but no one will respond even if you scream at the top of your lungs.

Of course Victor didn't know what was going on here. He was unhappy, but there were plenty of people below to do things for him and keep him clean.

He was sitting in the military's conference room at this time, listening to the military's next plan.

"The three states of Telas, Hidalgo and Morelos have been completely liberated. A total of 771 resistance fighters were killed and 997 were captured. All of them belonged to the Gulf Group. We also control all officials to ensure the implementation of government orders."

The voice of Deputy Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg was very confident, and just listening to it made people feel relaxed.

There were no ah, uh, or oh pauses.

This is what a soldier should be like.

He was originally the chief of staff of the 1st Marine Division. After the army was expanded, because Erich Ludendorff was transferred to the position of Army Chief, he was promoted to deputy chief of staff of the General Staff with the rank of lieutenant general.

"We propose that the Armored Corps be divided into two parts, two armored divisions + one infantry regiment in each state and one division of the Fifth Army, placed in Morelos and Telas states respectively."

"Maybe there are too many soldiers? Both of them are small states." Casare saw Victor frowning, so he decisively chose to "self-destruct" and raised his hand to ask.

Eduard Fritz Blomberg still respected the fat man. He was the general's brother. No one knew when he would be transferred directly to a high-level military position. The most important thing was that he was in charge of logistics.

The most indispensable thing for the army is logistics.

So, when he heard Casare's question, he smiled and explained, "Both states are on the front line, facing the most direct military pressure, and they are forming a pincer attack on Puebla. If necessary, all the troops of each state can be pressed forward, and the thunderous force can be suppressed."

"Puebla is like the meat on our lips. We can tear it if we want. It's easy for us, but for the southern drug traffickers, it's mental and logistical pressure. If it lasts for a long time, they will collapse on their own."

Casare suddenly realized what a dirty heart he had!
No one who fights has a clean heart.

"And I suggest that we publicize the first few border guards who surrendered with great fanfare, but we should not send them to the front line. We should give them a leisurely position and let them retire there. This will tell many people in the south that our government army also accepts surrender and is living very well."

Everyone present was smart and naturally understood this truth. After looking at each other, they looked at Victor at the same time.

The general smiled and said, "Then we should add a military propaganda department under the defense department and let them serve as officers there, mainly responsible for promoting the image and policies of the army."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"continue."

Edward Fritz Blomberg nodded and continued to talk about the military's battle plan when he heard a knock on the door and saw Joseph Joffre from the Guard Department walk in with an excited expression. "General, Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop sent intelligence from the Narcotics Control Bureau."

"Someone sent an anonymous letter saying that Giorgia, the eldest son of Abrego, the current second-in-command of the southern drug traffickers and the boss of the Gulf Group, will meet with Khun Sa's representatives in Bangkok, Thailand."

"Is the intelligence accurate?" Army Chief Erich Ludendorff asked hurriedly.

"I don't know, but I don't think there's any need to lie to us," said Joseph Joffre.

These words made everyone quiet down, and there was some momentum in their eyes. If he was shot dead, it would definitely be a milestone for the anti-drug cause.

Gulf Group…

It's been a cancer for too long.

"Should we send a letter to the Thai police?" someone suggested, but it was immediately rejected.

"No, you know what the situation is like inside Thailand, it's not much better. Do you know how many of their police are working with drug dealers? We called them today, and Khun Sa would know in the next second."

Thailand's corruption is world-famous.

The Saudi Arabian "Blue Diamond Incident" is still talked about today. It turns out that people can really be so shameless!

The neighboring countries of Japan and South Korea were stunned.

Oh my god, it turns out that we are not the thickest-skinned ones.

Damn, Thai people are so shameless!

There are no good people in the Golden Triangle.

When you travel to Thailand, you must pay attention to safety. Most importantly, don't pretend to be rich, otherwise you will fully experience the despair of life.

There are many complete criminal chains from Thailand to Europe and North America.

To a certain extent, it is even dirtier than old Mexico, and the local gangs have no moral principles at all.

"Then we'll find someone to take the blame, the DEA, let's bring the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration with us. We won't go through the Thai government and will just do it first and report it later. I don't believe that when something happens, the Thai government will dare to get angry with us."

Victor interrupted them, leaning forward and slapping the table.

This trick is called using a tiger's skin to accomplish great things.

The United States has dozens of military bases in Thailand, including 11 army bases, more than 30 air force bases, five naval bases, three missile bases and two radar bases. In addition, the United States also uses 24 airports in Thailand.

There are still US Marines in Pattaya now.

Victor admitted that Mexico is still far behind the United States in terms of influence...

After all, there were only two countries in the Cold War, and the Soviet Union was really dying. Now everyone can see who the future belongs to. There is no need and we will not offend the United States.

"Then who should we send?"

"Why not send the army?" said Erich Ludendorff.

"No, no, are you going to go with a bazooka? I think we should leave it to professionals, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration (AMD)." Casare waved his hand and turned to look at Victor. "Boss, what do you think?"

The general thought for a moment and nodded. "Just as you said, let Marcus Phoenix lead the DEA anti-terrorism team there. We must kill them with one strike. I will inform the Pentagon about this matter."

It’s great to have a father-in-law as the US Secretary of Defense.

"Kill Giorgia and put a perfect end to our year."…

Izucar, Morelos, the city closest to Puebla on the border.

It's just a small town.

The total population is less than 2000.

But there is an armored regiment stationed here, and in order to prevent a counterattack by drug traffickers, they are building bunkers and planning to turn the town into a fortress.

The night was late, very deep and dark.

The kind that makes you unable to see your fingers.

"Hurry! Hurry up! Hurry up, everyone." A muffled curse sounded in the darkness.

I saw more than 3 drug dealers, crouching, holding shovels and mines in their hands, rushing across the 400-meter-wide cement road and entering the territory of Morelos State, less than meters away from Izucar.

"Dig quickly, be careful, don't let it explode."

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One by one, they began to dig holes and bury the mines.

The "mine barrier" method proposed by Enderico Vinicius was still used. The militia and drug traffickers on the border were divided into small groups and buried 8000 mines on the border. Of course... it would not take overnight.

After all, there is no channel to buy a mine-laying vehicle. Otherwise, if we throw it over, will we need people to dig it out?

The reconciliation between the United States and Mexico has temporarily prevented some people in Europe from openly supporting the two countries. It would be really bad if the Americans misunderstood that they had some intentions towards North America.

I don't even dare to do it secretly.

They mainly buried MON-100 directional anti-personnel mines, which are um... very insidious, fragmentation mines, the kind that, when exploded, can take away a large area.

It is very popular in Mozambique, Nicaragua, Somalia, Vietnam, Zambia and other places.

If you make fun of someone, you can bury one at his doorstep.

There's a contact number on this mine...

I don't know which Soviet cutie put it there. It must be because business is bad right now, so they had no choice but to do this.

But as the saying goes…

Without turning on the lights in the middle of the night, he pooped in the toilet.

What’s more, mine work requires very high precision?
If someone is not paying attention during installation, there will be a loud bang!
It exploded directly.

The explosion fragments took away everyone around.

The most important thing was the loud noise, which scared the soldier who was sleeping in Isukar so much that he almost fell off the bed.

"Where was the shooting? Where was the explosion?"

The searchlight shone over and we saw a lot of people on the border, holding shovels and mines.

And similarly…

At the site of the explosion, a large pit was still emitting smoke.

"Run!!!!" No one knew who shouted, but the southern drug dealers ran away.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The sound of gunfire from Isucar suddenly rang out.

There is a person running in front and bullets chasing behind.

What a great...

The beauty of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

The news that drug dealers had laid mines on the border reached the ears of the 5th Army Commander Guderian at the first opportunity, and he responded lightly.

"Move the drug dealers up from the rear and make them fall victim to the bombs when the time comes."

did you see…

This is called professionalism.

No matter how many mines you have, can they be as many as drug dealers?

What occasions have you not seen?

The tactics are all in the mind.

There was a lot of noise and bustle at the front line.

And in Cancun, Yucatan.

111 in the quiet Marion Island community.

A red car stopped at the door and three people got out. They were neatly dressed and had slicked back hair.

"Don't smoke! Be polite, remember to be polite!" A man who looked like a big brother slapped the person next to him in the face, knocking the cigarette down. The other person didn't get angry, but just nodded hurriedly.

"Ring the doorbell." The eldest brother said to the other one wearing glasses. The latter pressed the bell twice and saw someone inside opening the door.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" It was a half-grown boy.

"Is the Great Wizard Katemako here? We have come from afar, and I hope he can help us."

The elder brother took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and handed it over. The boy's eyes lit up at once, and after hesitating for a moment, he took it and said, "Wait a moment."

Then he took the money and ran into the house.

After about a minute, he came out again and opened the door. "Please come in. The Great Wizard Katemako is inside."

The three followed him in and saw a scent of sandalwood in the room. A man wearing a tall hat and a white beard, with a bare upper body covered with dragons and tigers, looked very capable.

His eyes were sharp. When he saw the three of them come in, he raised his head and stared at them.

Don’t even mention it…

He really has some wizard-like style, and with the picture of an evil ghost behind him, the scene is even more stressful.

"Hello."

The eldest brother led everyone to bow.

"What do you want?" Great Wizard Katemako said expressionlessly.

The other party took out a photo from his arms, which was a polite photo of Enderrick Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government.

"Come, please take a look at this one."

Grand Wizard Katemako picked up the photo and heard the other party continue to ask, "Can this person become the president of the southern regime?"

"Let me see, tut tut tut tut..."

The great wizard made several "tsk" sounds and frowned, looking disgusted. "This face is not good. You see he will have bad luck with his children and wife. I think there is no hope for him."

After saying that, he threw the photo on the table with contempt.

The eldest brother lowered his head, bit his lip, clenched his fist, and took a deep breath, "Please take a closer look."

"There is no need for that. I, the Great Wizard Katemako, will only read a person's face once!"

"I'm never wrong. Go back."

The eldest brother's eyes drooped immediately, he flipped the table over, rushed over and grabbed the great wizard Katemako with both hands, "Fuck you, give me a good look again, you dare to say that he has a bad face?"

"You...what are you doing? You read fortunes and even hit people!" said the great wizard with his eyes wide open.

"Damn it, take him away from me." The eldest brother waved his hand, and the two thugs behind him came up and tied him up. The boy had already run away when he saw that the situation was not right.

The eldest brother respectfully put the photo back inside his suit.

The group dragged the Great Wizard Catemaco to an abandoned factory. This was the headquarters interrogation room. There were already four or five people sitting inside... priests, wizards, and even a Chinese? Wearing a Taoist robe.

"Take another good look at me, can you become president?" the eldest brother asked the great wizard Catemaco.

"Look...look several times...but...it still doesn't work."

The eldest brother slapped the man in the face, almost knocking his ear off, "You're not going to drink my toast, so you'll have to drink the penalty!"

"You are looking for death."

He grabbed the other person's head and beat him hard, even beating out the food he had eaten the previous night.

He was still not satisfied after the opponent fell to the ground, so he continued to kick him, stepped on his head, and twisted it hard until blood came out.

“Stop…stop hitting me!!!”

Great Wizard Katemako raised his hand tremblingly, "I... I have taken a good look. He... he can be president, he can be president!"

"You keep saying different things every other day." The eldest brother slapped him again, "Are you a fake Great Wizard?"

"No... No, this guy is obviously a rare talent, born to be a leader."

The eldest brother smiled and said, "Huh, you still understand what people say."

He then showed the photo to the priest next to him, "What do you think?"

The priest had two broken ribs and stuttered when he spoke, "This... this person has the appearance of a god from heaven. He will... become an emperor in the future."

"very good!"

The eldest brother stood up with satisfaction and looked at his younger brother, "It seems that even the gods bless Mr. Endrick, hahahaha."

The body-cultivating monks on Yucatan Island tried to use physical means to change their fate!

Break superstition, divine authority is granted by the king!
The tricks Victor can play...

Mr. Enderico Vinicius can play too.

loyalty!!
……

(End of this chapter)