Working as a police officer in Mexico

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A gray-and-white bus stopped at the Mexico City border checkpoint. The door opened and two policemen walked on board. They looked around the bus, their hands on their waists, and watched vigilantly.

"Everyone, open the packages you carry with you and let us check them."

When we enter the capital, we must be strict.

After all, there is still a war going on, and some saboteurs will run in.

Generally, there are border checkpoints, troops and police in the capitals of various states to avoid accidents.

Hearing their words, an old woman sitting in the back was obviously tangled, and her thin body shrank inside with her head down.

Suddenly, the passenger sitting next to her stood up abruptly, "Officer, the bag in this old woman's hand has a smell, you guys take a look."

The other party's voice was very loud. After shouting, he shivered and stood next to the police and pointed.

The policeman came over with a frown on his face, looking at the bag at the old lady's feet, "Old lady, open it for us to check."

"No...nothing, just some local specialties from my hometown." The old man raised his head and begged, "No...no need to check."

But the more you do this, the more vigilant the policeman will be, "Please open it!" The voice was even louder.

Seeing that the other party was still shy, the policeman behind him went up to pull the suitcase, but who knew that the old lady seemed to be stimulated and pulled the other party.

The colleague quickly held him down and called for support.

Three or four policemen and soldiers rushed up below, scolding everyone to sit down and not move.

The policeman who got the bag unzipped it, his pupils shrank, and his scalp numbed, "Boss, there is...a head!!"

A head? !

When he heard this, the passengers sitting next to him also panicked, but some people stood up and looked curiously.

The leading policeman hurriedly lowered his head and saw a man's head in the line, staring, with his eyes wide open.

The cheeks were sunken, the face was pale, and it was covered with lime, but at a glance, it was clear that he had been dead for a long time.

"Raise your hands!!" The gun was pointed at the old woman.

Murder?

He came in with his head, it was crazy.

"I have been wronged! I want to complain, I want to complain!" The old lady suddenly shouted excitedly.

…

It's the end of the year, and work is even busier.

But at this time, Victor was conducting research in the "Mexican National Weapons Company", a newly integrated company with weapons fields, aircraft production, warship research and development, etc.

According to the M1A2 "Abrams" exchanged for 850 million points before.

This is a level higher than the M1A1 used by the US military. In the original world, they would not start research and development until 1992, and equip the troops in 1993.

Compared with the M1A1, the combat weight of the M1A2 is about 70 tons, 5 tons heavier than the other.

The maximum speed of the former is about 1A2, and the maximum speed of the former is about 75 kilometers per hour.

Both are equipped with 120mm rifled guns, but the M1A2 has a more powerful firepower output and a more advanced fire control system.

It looks like there is not much difference, but in fact it is a qualitative leap. It is not easy to improve the weapons themselves.

At the test site, Victor personally got on the car and felt the feeling of Mercedes-Benz.

But the driver seemed to be afraid of bumping him, so he drove slowly, which made Victor very unhappy. He patted the other's shoulder, "How can you, a sergeant, drive an armored vehicle slower than a woman? Go, step on the accelerator."

The sergeant was sweating...

"You can't do it, get off, I'll drive, you can go raise pigs."

When he heard about raising pigs, the sergeant was instantly anxious, "General, I'm afraid it's too bumpy and you get hurt..."

"When I was fighting, you were still farming at home, drive! I didn't sit still, it's my bad luck."

Hearing what he said, the sergeant also got angry. If you don't have a temper when you are a soldier, can you be a good soldier?

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, boom boom boom~

He rushed directly into the puddle. The instantaneous feeling of falling and sprinting made Victor's adrenaline surge, his eyes bright, "Hurry up."

Casare and some military personnel not far away found something wrong. The speed of the car was getting faster and faster, and it drifted gracefully when turning...

It was so scared that it trembled.

The head of the military industry next to him turned green.

Damn, if the general was injured, then he would be transferred to the position of "nuclear bomb close observer" at that time, and he would really strangle the other party to death.

Fortunately, after running a lap, there was no problem and it stopped safely.

As soon as the door opened, Victor got down, holding his butt.

"General, are you okay, General, this soldier is driving too fast." A group of people came over and said.

"It's okay. Don't drive fast. Why drive an armored car? Go drive the old man's car. Not bad, you are not bad either. It's only been a few months and you have made one. Very good. The year-end bonus will be doubled. All of you will be awarded second-class merit." Werner Heisenberg, the head of the "Mexican National Weapons Company", was very happy to hear this. "Thank you, General. All of our employees promise to continue to work hard and strive hard in the future!" Victor applauded with satisfaction, and the people around him naturally followed suit. The applause lasted for a long time. "Boss, this weapon has not been named yet. Can you give it a name? After all, it is the first weapon of our new era." Casare said beside him. The military experts were all looking at it eagerly. "Then let's call it Salamander." "Okay!"

This is a name for the fire salamander, a characteristic animal of Mexico, which is quite fierce.

"General, there will be a Latin American Defense Exhibition in Brazil in mid-January next year. I think we can go to the exhibition... What do you think?" Werner Heisenberg asked in a low voice.

Participating in the exhibition also means selling to the outside world...

"Of course, there is no problem. The fire lizard is not much different from the US military's M1A1, but we can give a big discount on the price."

"We need specific actual combat videos and data..."

"No problem, first produce two and hand them over to the 5th Army, then go to trouble the southern drug dealers, use them to calculate the data, so that these wastes can still be used."

"However, one model seems too monotonous. You should also produce more of the Bradley infantry fighting vehicles I gave you before. It's not shabby to exchange the US military's things for a layer of skin and earn US dollars."

Werner Heisenberg and his colleagues looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

The group walked towards the building while talking.

"Sir." Secretary Casare ran to him and whispered in his ear. He frowned, "How could this happen?"

The secretary smiled bitterly, "The people at the border checkpoint were also helpless. The people below didn't know what to do, so they reported it."

Fatty Ka frowned, "I'll tell the boss, you tell the border checkpoint to take good care of the old lady. With the boss's personality, if she gets into trouble, everyone will be in trouble."

After saying that, he quickened his pace.

"Boss, I have some news to report to you."

Victor saw his expression and was moved, "What's the matter?"

"The border inspection station found an old lady carrying a human head into Mexico City today and was caught. She said she came to complain."

"She said her son worked for a mining company in Jalisco State and helped dig gold, but the boss slandered her son for stealing, and then beat him to death with the local police."

Victor narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "Jalisco State, the inspection team went there, let them investigate it carefully."

"You can't wrong a good person, nor let a bad person go."

He didn't listen to one-sided words, and everything must be based on evidence.

When he stopped talking about evidence, you should panic.

"If this is true, let the inspection team decide for themselves!"

Casare responded from the side, but in fact, he knew that this matter was almost certain. Which mother would be so cruel as to chop off her son's head to complain?

Moreover, there are many such collusion between officials and businessmen in Mexico.

There is no end to it.

It seems that a special department should be set up to manage it. You can't come to Mexico City for everything, right? Wouldn't it be so busy?

What should it be called?

...

Jalisco State, Guadalajara City.

This city, once known as one of the "Top Ten Sin Cities in Mexico", is now well-safe.

There is also a relaxed atmosphere in the air. When the drug cartel occupied it before, you had to shrink your head when walking.

If foreign tourists want to enter here, you have to find an intermediary to report to the local drug dealers. Otherwise, if you come in alone, you will only be shot to death.

Now...

The headquarters of the 2nd Army is next to the Guadalajara City Hall, with a division inside. If you are not afraid of death, you can make trouble.

At this time, General Erich Falkenhayn and Governor James Trumbull and his party were waiting at the exit of the national highway. The surrounding guards and secretaries were all around, not disturbing the two big guys chatting.

The two smoked cigarettes, and James Trumbull frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Erich Falkenhayn glanced at him and said, "What? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The two had a good personal relationship. As the civil and military leaders of Jalisco, they cooperated well in work and did not cause any trouble.

And James Trumbull was originally a member of the armed forces. He served as the deputy chief of police in the National Guard and was later transferred to the local area.

After hearing Falkenhayn's words, James folded his hands and lit the ash of his cigarette, "The National Palace directly equips each governor with a personal secretary. This practice may cause dissatisfaction. After all, everyone has fought for New Mexico. This kind of distrust is really..."

He didn't know what words to use to describe it, but he knew that he felt a little uncomfortable now.

It's like you work hard, and then your leader tells you to arrange someone to watch you and see if you are lazy. This is like feeding the dog with sincerity.

Falkenhayn smiled when he heard it.

"Is it funny, General?" Governor James said dissatisfiedly.

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"Do you really serve Mexico wholeheartedly?"

"After being transferred from the army to the local government, the sugar-coated bullets you received made you degenerate too quickly. In the first two months, how many people did the Internal Affairs Bureau arrest in two months for anti-corruption? 227 people, how many of them were from the army?"

"Some people cooperated with the Red Shoes Club, the Bohemian Organization, and the Illuminati."

"The general trusted you and let you govern a place, and you reported him like this?"

Falkenhayn sighed, "The general can't tolerate anything more than making small moves under his nose. What's the difference between you and treason?"

He paused and squinted, "The army is always loyal to the general."

This made James Trumbull shudder. Falkenham's meaning was very clear. Even if they were mixed up with terrorist organizations like the Red Shoes, they would be nothing but a pile of scrap metal if they didn't have anything to rob.

The general said one word, and the army went through fire and water.

The current officials mainly come from two sources, the Victor faction and the local faction. After all, Mexico is too big. Even if he has a golden finger to control many people, some small Karami positions still have to be given to locals.

For example, village chiefs, town chiefs, town-level officials, etc.

The only thing that can be done is to give important positions to absolute confidants.

James Trumbull is loyal, and his face is stern. "I will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace."

"Take good care of your relatives and friends. Some of them are very bold recently." Falkenham murmured.

The governor's pupils shrank.

"Sir, the inspection team's car is here." At this moment, the secretary said loudly that he would be transferred to the Finance Bureau below to study later. Of course, he was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Who said it was an order from above?

Governor James and Falkenhayn looked at the national highway and saw five or six Cadillacs driving over with license plates from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The motorcade slowly stopped, and the two hurried to greet them. Of course, it was impossible for them to come to greet him personally, just a personal secretary.

The person who got off the car was Lieutenant General Edward Fritz Blomberg, the deputy chief of staff of the military and the head of the Western Inspection Team.

Although Falkenhayn was a general with military power, those sent down from above were different after all.

Are the department-level cadres in your county the same level as those in the capital?

"General Falkenhayn, Governor James." Blomberg was not a fool. He took the initiative to extend his hand after getting off the car and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you for the next three months."

"The Jalisco State Government will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace. General Blomberg, rest assured, as long as there is any need, just say a word." The governor patted his chest and said.

Falkenhayn: "Me too!"

"Okay, I feel relieved if you two say that. Come on, David, come here." Blomberg turned around and called a young man over, pushing him in front of him, "Governor James, this is your secretary assigned to you. I hope you have a pleasant cooperation."

The air suddenly froze.

Falkenhayn glanced at the other person from the side...

James smiled and stretched out his hand, "Welcome, David."

He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't give a cold look.

You have to hold it in even if you don't accept it.

There are many people who want to be governors in Jalisco who can go around the world.

David, the young man, looks to be in his early 20s and wears a pair of glasses, but why does he look so familiar?

It seems like I've seen him somewhere before.

"Hello, Mr. Governor." He smiled and stretched out his hands to shake hands with the leader, and he had to be respectful.

After that, he looked at Falkenhayn and said with a smile, "Uncle Falkenhayn."

Uncle?

Everyone's expression was very strange, but Blomberg was still smiling.

"You are..." Falkenhayn looked unsure.

"My brother is Kennedy Heisenberg."

Damn!

The younger brother of the Mexican defense minister!

Falkenhayn's pupils condensed, and Governor James' expression moved slightly.

How could a son of an official do such an offensive job?

Could it be that the general didn't like the army and the local government to be too close?

Falkenhayn was startled.

At this moment, General Blomberg said faintly, "He is also a member of the third inspection team."

"Falkenhayn, you can't bully him in the future."

In fact, the 60 personal secretaries were carefully selected, and most of them were children of high-level officials.

First, gilding.

Second, they are not afraid of threats. You are powerful, but my father is more powerful.

Third, they are more closely tied to Victor's interests. As long as they are not stupid, they will not "cheat their father" or "cheat their brothers."

"Okay, let's go to the city hall. I just have something to tell you."

Blomberg: "An old lady took her son's head to Mexico to complain that the government and business in Jalisco were colluding."

"The general asked me to investigate."

Governor James' eyes widened and he took a breath.

He knew it!

The people below would cause trouble for him...

Fuck, this kind of thing would happen? !

"Investigate! We must investigate!"

Blomberg nodded, and just as he was about to get in the car, he suddenly turned his head again, "There is another thing I want to tell you. Because of the follow-up problems caused by the abandoned airport in Piedras City, about 400 cadres were investigated and punished. These people were related to the Red Shoes Club and all sentenced to death!"

"Some of the cadres present here, don't go astray. It's easy to get money, but you have to think carefully about the consequences."

"Don't cry when you stand in the court."

He said, looking at everyone.

The cadres who were stared at by him were all uncomfortable.

James stood straight. He was a very tough governor. Some people offered him money and tried every means to drag him into the water, but he just refused to go.

Some people even threw money into his car to make him embezzle. Some people bought him a mansion to live in, not to mention beautiful women.

But he refused them all.

But he also understood that just because he could resist, it didn't mean that others could.

Sugar-coated bullets are very sweet.

He could even feel the panic in the eyes of the cadres behind him...

A group of people are going to be unlucky.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame them for being blind.

However, the general also intends to take advantage of the "airport incident" to kill a group of corrupt officials and deter internal officials.

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