Working as a police officer in Mexico

The attack on Giorgia in Thailand had extremely strong reactions in the Yucatan Peninsula and the states of Quintana Roo, Chiapas, and Oaxaca where the Gulf Group is in power!

Especially at this time, I don’t know where the gossip came from, saying that Arturo Desena sold the other party to the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency, which teamed up with the local police to arrest him and almost killed him.

This rumor instantly ignited the conflict between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group.

And the only ones affected...are local merchants.

"Hit! Smash it with me." A short, fat man, holding a baseball bat in his hand and a pistol on his waist, directed his younger brother to smash up a KTV. The manager's legs were broken, and with a Twisted at an abnormal angle.

"I paid...protection money!!"

The pudgy man spat in the other person's face, "Who did you give it to? Los Zetas? We are the Gulf Group and we didn't give the right money. Who is going to protect you? Tell me, who is going to protect you!!"

That’s right, you’re not allowed to buy two sticks of incense when you go to the temple?

Moreover, the mountains are all wrong.

He raised his baseball bat and hit it hard in front of the manager's horrified eyes.

One moment of coma, two bouts of convulsions, three or four bouts of bleeding that were more difficult to stop than my aunt's, and seven or eight bouts of human soul that I didn't know where to go.

"Boss, the people from Los Zetas are here." The boy at the door ran in anxiously.

"Afraid? Go, get out!"

The man shouted, and dozens of boys rushed out of the KTV. They saw that the streets were covered with desolation, the trash cans were split in half, and the ground was full of garbage.

On the other side of the road, dozens of people stood and stared angrily.

"Boss, do you want to sweep them away! Damn it!"

"Don't worry. If they don't shoot, we won't shoot either. Otherwise, we are ignoring them?" The short, fat man lowered his voice and raised his head slightly. "Go over and ask him what he wants."

The boy next to him nodded and walked out arrogantly, pointing to the opposite side with a swagger, "The bastard of Los Zetas..."

Haven't finished speaking yet...

I saw the person on the opposite side taking out a submachine gun and shooting at the Gulf Group people.

Chug tug tug…

That Ma Zai was beaten into a paparazzi, and his body was full of bullets.

"Boss, they shot, they shot..."

The short, fat and muscular man saw that something was wrong and hid in the pillar next to him. A younger brother shouted in panic from behind. The other person turned around and slapped him in the face, cursing, "I'm not blind, fight back! Shake people, he's shaking people!" ”

Two gangs fight in Oaxaca de Juarez streets...

This site is one of the strongholds in the bay. As soon as people move, trucks carrying drug dealers will come to join the battlefield. Although the number of Los Zetas is small, they are well-trained and cooperate very well. Players trained by the US military .

I can't defeat Victor's firepower coverage, how can I still defeat you?

"Don't go...don't look." In the yard next to the gunfight, the wife pulled her drunken husband. The husband had drunk a little too much and was obviously drunk. She pushed him away and stood on top of his trash can.

He also raised his hands arrogantly.

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of!"

"Who can kill me?"

"Who can kill me!!"

puff…

Before he could finish his words, his body fell directly from the trash can, face down, and fell heavily to the ground.

The wife screamed and ran over, and saw that the other party was out of breath.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!!"

The gun battle in Oaxaca de Juarez was not a single one, it also happened in other places. For a time, shops were closed and people suffered...

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Some black people rushed into the supermarket and robbed and raped the waiters.

Most of these black people want to run to the United States through the Yucatan Peninsula. The north is already controlled by government troops, and they can only go through drug traffickers.

There are more than 600,000 people of all races trying to sneak into the country. The security was already very bad, and now it is even worse.

In the state of Palenque, which is close to Guatemala, because the southern government did not send troops to guard the border, some tribes or refugees between the two countries also took this opportunity to rob the villages below Mexico.

For a while…

The South is in chaos.

"Boss, boss, what a happy event!"

As soon as he got to work in the morning, Casare hurried in with a smile on his face. When he opened the door, his head hit the door, and he grimaced in pain.

"What's going on? Is it your happy event?"

Victor took a sip of coffee and laughed out loud when he saw him like that.

Casare sneered and covered his head, rubbing it vigorously, "There was a fight between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group in several southern states. Shots were fired, and many people died. Those poisonous people are suppressing local news. , but the matter is too big to be suppressed at all.”

As he spoke, he shouted outside, asking his secretary to push the TV in, and he took the remote control to turn it on.

I saw a female reporter wearing a female helmet, with corpses everywhere behind her...?

Victor sat up straight.

"Last night, a gun battle broke out between hundreds of people on Merida Street in the Yucatan Peninsula, resulting in the death of about 170 people. Both sides used heavy weapons including machine guns and rocket launchers. It can be seen that the shops on both sides were beaten to a mess. …”

As he was talking, the Wal-Mart sign behind him suddenly fell to the ground. The vibrating sound startled the reporter, who hurriedly covered his ears and hid aside.

"The Gulf Group and Los Zetas have started a war..."

Casare was so excited that his whole body was shaking, "Can we order the troops to go directly south, directly conquer Yucatan, and recover all of Mexico?"

He is also ambitious.

You are called a bandit if you hold a knife, a gang if you hold ten guns, a group if you hold a hundred, and a warlord if you hold ten thousand.

He wants to help Victor become the "father of the nation" of Mexico. Then, will he be given a good evaluation in the history textbooks of the future?

He is not short of power or money now. The Gonzalez family has invested in many industries in Mexico, and the dividends alone are close to 100 million US dollars every year...

Casare wants fame now.

But who knew that Victor smiled, motioned him to sit down, picked up the cup, and poured him a cup of coffee, "It's not time yet."

"Don't look at them fighting to the death now, but they are just standing up for George. Now we send troops south, for the sake of interests, no matter how much they dislike it, they will still integrate their troops to fight back."

"But this gap has emerged, so we will slowly magnify it, and when this powder keg explodes completely, it will be the time for a decisive battle."

"It's only the end of 1991, less than two years have passed, we have to solve the internal problems first, and There are some tribes hiding in the mountains. We need to migrate them down as a whole and provide them with water and electricity..."

"Also, we need to re-examine all the cases in the old Mexican era. We cannot let any good person be wronged, nor can we let any bad person go unpunished."

The government army now has about 1.1 million square kilometers of territory and occupies more than 80 million people, but 46% of them are still below the poverty line. In order to make them self-sufficient, Victor also set up a "Food and Food Research and Development Bureau", where experts will go to the countryside to guide farmers to use new seeds.

But farming is not something that can be done overnight...

"The South is like a powder keg, they will explode by themselves, but do you know what I am worried about now?" Victor asked.

Casare looked at his boss.

Victor took out a stack of documents from the drawer and handed them over. "Professors of social science at the National University of Mexico wrote me a letter a month ago. They hope that we will follow the mainstream capitalism of the United States and Europe."

"I hope I can...relax the monopoly and let market capital enter."

"Nonsense! They are talking nonsense!" Casare got angry. "Boss, if we listen to them, our methods against the chaebols will become a joke."

The death of the 11 chaebols is still vivid in my mind.

"I apply for their arrest. They must be American spies."

Victor smiled and waved his hand. "There is no need. The crime of language will only make everyone abuse more."

He was also very calm. He did not intend to change the "American culture" that the Mexican people had been deeply influenced by for hundreds of years in two years.

"But they gave me an idea, that is, what route should we take? What do you think of the Soviet Union?"

"?? They are about to die, this... this is not okay?"

"But on the contrary, you see that the media controlled by the Western world have insulted and abused this giant countless times. As for the big beard, all his achievements have been erased, and everything about him has become a mistake."

"I remember that there was a selection of the greatest politicians in the world, and no one voted for the big beard. This is a shameful political vote, but I think he is great. He quelled civil unrest and attacked the enemy. He turned the Soviet Union from an agricultural country into a world-class country. Twenty or thirty years later, people will miss him."

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When Victor talked about this iron father, his face was still full of respect.

"The Soviet Union went from being an anti-French alliance with 26 million casualties to becoming the world's leader. Why did the United States fear it? Was it nuclear weapons? Was it the power that was enough to destroy the United States? No, the United States was also capable of destroying the Soviet Union."

"The Soviet Army can only threaten Europe. The reason why the United States is afraid of the Soviet Union is that the latter has an ideology that completely destroys the Western world. Thought is the core competitiveness. Even if we usually mock it or even joke about it, we cannot deny..."

"A great country must have a great spirit and mission."

"And this is exactly what Mexico lacks now."

Victor tapped his fingers on the table, "I want to inject a new soul into our new country."

Casare saw the boss's firm eyes and trembled suddenly.

"If we surrender to capitalism, if we bow our heads and walk with the United States, then... our own path and dignity will be completely in their hands, so what is the meaning of my efforts and struggles?"

"What is the meaning of our war on drugs?"

"What is the meaning of us getting rid of the chaebol capital and those farmers who oppress the farmers?"

In fact, starting from the land distribution...

Mexico is destined to never be accepted by the Western world again.

What are farmers to them?

Fuel that they disdain.

And Victor's respect for them is the greatest insult to capital.

"Boss..." Casare may have known what path the other party was going to take. He trembled a little when he spoke, but still grabbed his hand, "No matter what you do, I support you."

"Born from the most noble ideals of mankind, it cannot be destroyed by the despicable desires of mankind!"

"We must be a safe haven for workers, and also a fair, just and peaceful country. We cannot let killing, hatred, drugs and arms grow on this land. We defend ourselves and justice."

Victor looked at his firm eyes and was also moved.

Maybe this is ridiculous...

Maybe... this is naive.

But Victor, who is greedy, unscrupulous, shameless, insidious, two-faced and full of lies, still hopes that after his death, there will be a beam of light in the world from him.

"After we leave, they will build schools and hospitals for you, and increase your wages. This is not because they have a change of conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because... we have been here!"

November 2, 1991.

Mexican President Cuauhté delivered a televised speech.

Officially announced that the "Mexican Workers' Party" will be renamed "People's Party".

This news caused a storm in North America, South America, Europe, Asia, and the Middle East.

"If, if you face injustice, if you are so angry that you tremble, please come to Mexico, please join us, please let us call you comrade."

"Please join us and fight for the most simple ideals of mankind."

"We are fighting against drugs, we are fighting, we... are also working for the fate of all mankind!"

The Americans next door were all furious...

Oh my god!

The Soviet Union was about to die, what was going on?

They panicked, they were terrified, and they cursed.

Donald Rumsfeld called Victor and asked him what he was going to do.

"Don't be nervous, sir. Drug prohibition, gun prohibition, killing prohibition, and oppression prohibition are our political ideals..."

"You should know what you are doing! Victor, you are throwing away the help of the entire Western world. The Soviet Union is going to die, and no one will support you. Don't make such a childish joke."

"But... when we were invaded by drug dealers and killed by criminals, the world did not save us, did it?"

"Of course, I am not exaggerating communism, but... we need a safe haven, a safe haven for mankind."

Rumsfeld was amused by this, "Do you think you are the savior? There are so many human beings, how can you save them all?"

"You must have ideals, otherwise, you will only be a slave to money every day."

The Americans couldn't figure out what kind of madness Victor was.

What are you kidding?

"Don't go too far, I will do my best to help you say good things, don't embarrass me again." After persuading him for a few words, Rumsfeld hung up the phone.

Victor listened to the busy tone in the microphone.

He smiled.

He took a puff of the cigar.

The Soviet Union has not completely died, but the United States has already regarded itself as the new boss of the world. How impolite it is to speak, help me?

Only you can help yourself.

Victor does not want to be anti-American, he just knows that if he does not resist, he will be a dog of the United States.

But he does not want to be a dog.

He wants to be a human.

He wants his family to sit around and the lights to be friendly after him.

He wants...

to quietly watch the sunset.

"I just want...dignity."

I need it when I am alive and when I am dead.

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