Working as a police officer in Mexico

Yucatan Island.

National Palace.

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

And the interior decoration is very luxurious!

The extravagant wind blowing in the face, there is a poppy flower carved out of a whole piece of gold weighing about hundreds of kilograms in the middle of the hall, which is simply inhumane.

If Victor saw it, his eyes would definitely shine.

The drug traffickers are really rich!

Top floor.

President Elvis Salinas sat on the chair with a pale face, his hands drooping, and there was scarlet in his eyes. The ground was a mess, with documents, cigarette ashes, and even glass fragments.

He... He was abandoned!

Someone in the Pentagon called him and told him Donald's decision that the US military would no longer give them any help, and would withdraw their advisers.

This was like a bolt from the blue!

He can sit in this position now because he has someone behind him. Now that you withdraw, isn't it...

I have become an abandoned child? ! !

Bang!

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

He stood up immediately in shock, and shouted fiercely, "Jorgia, what are you doing?"

A burly man with a gloomy face stared at the other party with eyes like a venomous snake, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Elvis, what are you still pretending? You are useless, and the position of president has to be given up."

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

Cruel means and treacherous.

He had long been unhappy with President Elvis Salinas. Now that the Americans are gone, he has to take off this layer of skin and let himself be the king.

"I...I..."

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

There was silence in the office, and then there was laughter.

Jorgia pulled the AK47 in his hand and fired at Elvis!

"Stop!" A shocked and angry shout came from behind.

But the bullets crackled and sifted him into a sieve, and the bookcase and glass were all broken. Elvis Salinas knelt on the ground and fell heavily to the ground, staring, and died with his eyes wide open.

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

"Come on, shoot me."

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

"Who allowed you to kill Elvis!!"

He was very angry and tired. Why were all the people he brought with him so many bad guys?

Although the withdrawal of US investment made his "company" unable to operate, you can kill the "finance" sent by others. Isn't this telling others that this company is stinking shit and it's best not to get involved?

Moreover, what do Americans think?

If they can't deal with Victor, can't they cause trouble to the South?

The two groups glared at each other, as if they would start fighting if they disagreed.

Giorgia sullenly spit on Elvis's body, then glanced at Arturo Desena, "Without our Gulf Group taking you in, you Los Zetas would have been blown up by Victor's shells like dogs, what are you so arrogant about?"

"Asshole! What did you say!"

"Alpaca! You bastard from the Gulf, try to say it again."

The Los Zetas soldiers following Arturo cursed fiercely.

They were driven from the north. They defended the "Steel Plant Battle" to the death. Their tactics were good, but their bodies were not sanctified. The Northern Army output a burst of firepower and evaporated directly.

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

"Jorgia!"

"Watch your limits, you have to know what you are saying."

Arturo de Sena punched the bookcase hard, looking at him with a bad face, as if he wanted to kill him.

In the end, Giorgia took a step back, knocked away the Los Zetas soldiers who were blocking the way with his shoulder, and walked away with his people without caring. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "The presidency will belong to me in the future."

Arrogant!

Too damn arrogant!

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.

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

"What's the point of saying 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 take over the president? Will Giorgia come?"

Enderico carefully glanced at the other person's expression and lowered his voice, "Giorgia has more than 20,000 people under his command. His ambition is expanding. It can be seen from the shooting of the president that he is not a law-abiding person. If he or his people come to power, our interests will be exploited."

"He is an idiot and has no sense of the overall situation."

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

"If one day we feel a little depressed, and he pounces on us like a wild dog, then we will be in trouble externally and internally, and there will definitely be problems."

Arturo Desena frowned when he was told, "Then what do you mean?"

Endrick was like a dog-headed military strategist. His eyes were turning, and he slashed hard with his right hand, "Strike first is the strongest!"

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

The Gulf Group controls the military, government, and business. The southern political power can be either big or small. It also has about 16 states in its hands, and they are rich southern states. As you can imagine, Georgia The ambition is also accompanied by the expansion of influence.

He wants to be the only one talking!

If Los Zetas and the Gulf Group merged, Arturo Desena would really be unsure.

"Then how can we do it ourselves?"

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

Endrick covered his mouth, "Aren't you going to Thailand in two days to meet with people from the Golden Triangle? Then we will give him this opportunity to show up, and then pass the news to the Narcotics Control Agency in the north. It would be best to If we beat Qiaojia to death, 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."

People who can use their brains are good. Although this method is destructive, it is really effective.

If Giorgia was shot dead, then it would be blamed on the government forces. Why would they know the information? It must be that we have internal problems, and then we can use our reputation to kill a group of people. At that time, won't the regime have the final say?

Arturo De Sena was also fed up with being held up by his elbows. He had to discuss everything before doing anything. He was very decisive and said, "Do it!"

"Are you responsible for this matter?"

Endrick nodded, "Okay, boss, don't worry, I will always be on your side."

Arturo patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "When the matter is done, I won't treat you badly."

What is this called?

Draw a pie?

Endrick was busy patting his chest and ensuring that he was doing well, which made Arturo feel a lot happier.

After leaving the President's Office, he watched the other party leave. The "Foreign Minister", who had a fleshy face and was a bit fat, narrowed his eyes and said to himself, very softly, so softly that only he could hear, " Everyone wants to be the boss, and so do I.”

He is not a kind person either.

I plan to convey this matter anonymously to the other party before Qiaojia goes to Thailand. If he dies in Thailand, it will be fine, but if he is still alive, do you think Qiaojia will take revenge?

By then…

Los Zetas and Gulf Cartel go to war.

You can fish in troubled waters by yourself.

Endrick's idea is a good one...

Now it’s up to fate to do everything we can.

So many people can cause trouble, but after thinking about it, it feels normal. After all, the wind is strong in the temple, and the sun is abundant in the peninsula.

It is rare for a young general to make Gwangju's unrestricted fighting flourish, but there is a man named Yin Kaka behind him, who turned into a beauty out of anger and staged a real-life version of the war drama between princes.

Then what…

It's like Lao Den took a shit - he forgot to take off his pants.

707 has been pulled out, but he has not killed a few minor members, and he was almost robbed of his gun. If it were the full Kaka era, all of them would make you understand what six sticks per second are. How dare you fight back?

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

Where is it like now?

But it is also obvious that a big brother was caught for corruption and only had 290,000 yuan. The remaining money said he bought beef. Then the prosecutor asked him where the beef was and he ate it himself.

One is to drastically reduce the rations, from 4,000 won to 3,000 won a day, which is less than 15 yuan. If someone can come and show you the door, it is already good.

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

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

The reserves, the army, and even the militia are all paid...

Victor's portrait was hung in the room.

In the army, loyalty is chanted every day when you wake up, before eating, and before going to bed.

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

Want to pull them into rebellion?

I'll just send you to reincarnation.

Victor's nickname: Vikaka!

The best way to maintain a relationship is to send money as hard as you can.

Durango.Rodmore City.Police Department.

Thumb thump thump~

There was a clear sound of footsteps on the floor.

Deputy Director Benjamin Alvarez looked at the red shoes on his feet with satisfaction. He raised his head and looked at the white man in a white suit in front of him. He was very excited and said, "Mr. Campbell, does that mean I have joined the red shoe club?"

"certainly!"

White people have smiles on their faces, but why do they look fake?

"From now on, you are the deputy director of the Mexican branch of the Red Shoe Club. We will find ways to help you rise. The Hollywood female star you want will be at your bedside tonight."

Benjamin Alvarez's eyes showed surprise and greed.

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

However, there will always be people who bow down to money.

This group of people did not bribe Guderian outside Mexico City. They could only lower their gazes.

There are less than 30,000 people in Rodmo City. This police chief usually can't catch their eye, but now...

We can only settle for the next best thing.

"Don't worry, you can do whatever you want in Rodmo City, as long as no one is killed, otherwise I won't be able to do it, and there's another thing." Detective Benjamin Alvarez made a rubbing motion with his fingers, "I want to Dot it up and down.”

The white man frowned. The other party was a bit greedy, but he would continue to feed the fish that finally came up. He suppressed his displeasure and said, "The $100,000 will be transferred to your account later."

The other person smiled and nodded.

“Happy to work with!”

Benjamin Alvarez hummed and happily sent the other person away, then returned to the office and hugged the red leather shoes and started kissing.

Of course he knew what it was made of.

But the psychological distortion made him feel very comfortable.

It's like...

Same as doing X.

When he was polishing himself with his leather shoes, the door was suddenly knocked 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.

"Special Investigation Section of the Internal Affairs Bureau, I'd like to invite you to tea."

…

After the white man on the other end left the police station, he drove his car to the downstairs of the Valdez Group while humming a tune.

This is the largest ore buyer in the central region. It also operates retail and insurance. The owner, Alberto Baye, is worth as much as 7 billion U.S. dollars. He is also a member of the American Mining Association and a member of the Red Shoe Club.

The white man had just parked his car in a shady place downstairs, got out of the car, and hummed happily, taking just two steps.

Peng! !

A violent sound 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 exclaimed in fright.

A CEO worth billions of dollars jumped off a building? !

His mind is a little blank...

"I really can't think of it. The general wanted to ask him for some money, but he couldn't bear to give it. If you don't want to give it, then just be a trapeze artist." A teasing voice sounded from behind.

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

"Who are you?"

"What did you say!"

"What are you going to do?"

A typical philosophical question.

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

The white man's face changed and he wanted to run away, but with a bang, a bullet hit in front of him, scaring him to stop urgently.

"Move again, and the next bullet will hit your head." Following Jason Bourne's words, infrared rays came from a distance, dangled on his forehead, and finally hit his chest.

Sniper!

The white man hurriedly raised his hands, trembling, "Don't... don't kill me."

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

"Help! Definitely help! As long as you don't shoot, what's the matter?"

Jason Bourne took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over, "You just need to admit on TV that these people are related to the red shoes."

The white man took a look and widened his eyes.

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

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

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

Jason Bourne asked with a smile.

"The boss wants to invite them to experience the trapeze and night cruise on the Mexican River."

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

Victor secures his position in Mexico City…

Finally, we have reached out to the big capitalists and plutocrats in central China.

Victor: Chaebol, right? Coincidentally, I also have a faction, my name is Warlord.

Now short of money...

I grab...

What happened to me borrowing some?

Am I giving it to myself? I am bringing benefits to the country, the people, and society as a whole. Since the mountains are not mine, I have no choice but to go to the mountains.

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

Let them experience some warlord joy!

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