Working as a police officer in Mexico

The world is cruel.

It is so cruel that people do not believe in humanity and tears at all...

The so-called humanitarianism is nothing more than a group of strong people standing on your wounds to show their character and morality.

And you have to kneel on the ground to thank them.

So, you can't fall down!

Victor does not allow anyone or any force to destroy this hard-won life.

Whether it is external or internal...

Don't move! If you move, you will die!

When he sentenced all those officials to death, Casare actually reminded them tactfully.

But Victor said at that time: When you learn to compromise, you think everything is almost the same, then who will do the work seriously? Everyone thinks that almost is enough.

"We are next to the United States, we can't relax for a moment, we can't fail once, otherwise, the beasts around will stare at you with red eyes."

When Victor said this, he was also helpless.

Compared with the United States next door, there is really a big difference in foundation. After all, they reaped too many dividends in World War II.

The idea of ​​"Great America" ​​is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And Mexico?

During World War II, Mexico cooperated with the Allies in military and diplomacy, and provided important economic and material support to the Allies. To put it bluntly, it was just a bystander.

After the war, it has always been the "backyard" and "cesspool" of the United States.

The foundation is too weak.

It is all supported by a strong spirit. If Victor falls, believe it or not, Mexico will collapse overnight, and those drug dealers who have been beaten into dogs will rise again in an instant.

Mexico...

The blood of drug trafficking still flows in the bones of these people now.

This is also one of the reasons why he sent the inspection team down.

Sorry, I will borrow your heads to use to set off Victor's "character".

Under the exaggeration of Goebbels's Propaganda Department.

Victor came to save Mexico, and he has a high reputation among the peasant class and the working class.

Dinglingling~

The phone on the table rang.

Victor held a pen in his hand and pressed the hands-free button, "Hello."

"General, the United States asked to cancel our seat on the Bureau of the Drug Enforcement Administration at the routine meeting of the United Nations today."

The Emperor stopped, "What excuse?"

The secretary on the other side hesitated, "They said you violated the norms of civilization, provoked trouble, and assassinated civilians..."

"There are so many excuses."

"Then what?"

"At the routine meeting, more than 87% of the countries agreed and asked us to leave Austria before December 24."

The "grotesque circle" in Europe and the United States, which is ruled by the elite class, directly isolated Mexico by political means.

It's coming...

It's finally here.

"Withdraw the delegation of the anti-drug commissioner, cancel the sponsorship of the Drug Enforcement Administration, and announce the establishment of the Mexican World Drug Enforcement Administration at the same time according to the plan."

Hearing the general's calm tone, the secretary also calmed down, "I understand."

Victor is becoming more and more "cultivated", and he has seen the wind and rain, and there is almost nothing that can shock people.

On the wall behind his desk, there are two words hanging: "Frank!"

Oh, written in traditional Chinese characters.

"Capitalism is all dirt!"

…

On the afternoon of the 20th.

A regular UN press conference.

"We are shocked by Mexico's violent means. Their actions are totally inconsistent with civilization and morality. After a vote by the UN Representatives, they will be disqualified from the presidency of the Drug Enforcement Administration and ordered to leave Austria."

"At the same time, the UN agency will investigate Mexican President Cuauhcmote and others."

"Interpol will take over the recent series of assassinations..."

The spokesperson above was reading a manuscript, and the reporters below did not dare to breathe. This is the rhythm of killing Victor.

"Slander! Slander!!"

With a sudden roar, the spokesperson looked up and saw a tin can smashing over, hitting his forehead, and he screamed in pain.

When it fell to the ground, it turned out to be a thermos.

A white female reporter stood up and raised her hand, "Why should the Warriors be sanctioned? Those innocent people were killed!"

"What about those killed by the elite? You bastards, UN? Fuck you!"

"You are bastards."

Two burly security guards came over and covered her mouth and dragged her out.

The spokesman grimaced in pain, but continued to speak professionally.

But he didn't say a few words...

"Support Mexico!"

"Support Victor!"

"Long live the eternal light!! Long live the light of mankind!!"

This time it was an Asian reporter, he rushed up to beat the spokesman, rushed to the podium in three or two steps, and scared him to run back in panic.

This scene...

It's really funny and ironic.

The world is really a huge grass-roots team, and the value of this sentence is still rising.

Wait for him to be held down by the security guard.

A group of reporters went up to take pictures of his face.

The dissatisfaction and unwillingness in the man's eyes made people's scalps numb.

"Gentlemen!"

"The world shouldn't be like this!"

"Our planet should be blue."

Many media people were furious after hearing this.

The hegemony of Europe and the United States, and their attempt to protect the elite class and get rid of Mexico, caused an uproar.

No one with a conscience can accept this.

There are also many good people in the media. They reveal the truth and use their pens to spread this ugly thing.

Public opinion was once again in an uproar.

At Cornell University in the United States.

Forrest Gan, who is already the president of the student union, held a flag high. He brought hundreds of classmates from his "Azure Gold Society" who wore the names of the victims of the "Red Shoes Incident".

"Gan! Gan!"

A white-haired old professor ran up to him, stretched out his hand, and blocked them, "Students, you can't go. Your behavior will bring shame to Cornell and ruin your own future."

"Teacher!"

"Cornell's motto is to forget what happened when you see unfair things, is it to bow to the darkness?"

Forrest Gump clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face, "What's wrong with Mexico, what's wrong with Mr. Victor, those high-ranking elites, none of them spoke for this matter, only he stood up, why did he stand up?"

"Because, he did it for all mankind!"

"Is the school just to let us learn to bow our heads!"

"Have we studied for more than ten years and still not learned the so-called human nature? Teacher."

The 80-year-old professor was trembling with questioning, and the teacher next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Just cause, always just!" Forrest Gump shouted loudly.

He led his classmates out of the campus...

"Professor Kangbei, this... this..." The teachers next to him were a little at a loss.

"We should be proud of them."

Who knows, the old professor lowered his head and murmured, "If growing up requires losing morality and enthusiasm, then what is the difference between us and wax figures that have lost their souls, Ivan, I want to join them."

The teacher looked at the professor...

"If the ideal is broken, then we will be a pool of mud." The professor raised his head, and his eyes burst with enthusiasm that did not belong to his age, "Since my students have gone up, it's my turn."

"For ideals! For justice!!"

An old man raised his hand and ran towards the "Azure Gold Society" in the shocked eyes of the school teachers.

"Classmates, I have experienced World War I and World War II. I defeated the demons of national law XX on the battlefield. Today, let me lead the team and we will defeat the new demons."

The students cheered and shouted loudly.

The young teachers were excited.

Teacher Ivan suddenly stuffed something in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was a piece of clothing. There was a young man standing in front of him. This was the youngest professor at Cornell University and the seed of the future Nobel Prize.

"Help me get my clothes, I'm going too." He said, running, holding his hands high.

Shouting.

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"Long live justice!"

Ivan looked at them, opened his mouth slightly, and whispered, "Long live justice."

At the door of the British Consulate in Washington.

A large number of people held protests.

They demanded that Britain try the royal family members who committed crimes.

But you know...

This possibility is as unlikely as the possibility that the Japanese royal family is human.

They are playing dead in the UK. Anyway, I won't say anything, and this kind of thing will naturally dissipate.

And no one noticed that a young man in a US military uniform passed through the crowd.

He walked to the side door and bypassed the isolation belt, which attracted the attention of some protesters.

He turned his back to the door, took out a bottle from his pocket, and then poured it on himself, holding a lighter in his right hand.

He lit himself in the shocked eyes of the crowd.

He shouted in the fire, "Save Mexico, liberate the world!"

The raging fire engulfed him in an instant.

The police who came after hearing the news took their guns and fired three shots at him, knocking him to the ground.

This method of handling is actually fine...

After all, if you are affected, you can't run away.

But what time is it now?

A warrior committed suicide for justice, and you police don't catch bad guys, but kill good people?

The crowd was instantly outraged.

"Kill them! Kill them!" Some Americans in the upper positions tore off the isolation belt and rushed towards the police, throwing water bottles and other things at them.

The two policemen panicked...

Really panicked...

They shouted loudly, but it was useless, and then chose to shoot.

Bang!

An American woman who was running in the front was injured and fell to the ground.

But this did not calm them down, but aroused hatred.

"Don't be afraid, they only have 7 bullets, they can't kill us all, rush up!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

They rushed to the police, who saw that the situation was not right and ran quickly, but were caught up in a moment.

The physical fitness of American police...

is a bit shaky.

Many of the people in the chase were black. You can say they were good people, but no one ever said anything about their running ability.

A black man kicked a fat policeman who was running slowly to the ground.

The people behind him rushed up and punched and kicked him!

A white man picked up a dropped pistol and shot at another policeman who was still running.

Bang, bang, bang!

He fell to the street.

The police who came to support saw this scene, their eyes were about to burst, and they suppressed the police directly. No one knew who fired first, and a gunfight broke out between the two sides.

Some Washington residents went out with weapons to support the people, and the National Guard was directly pulled out.

The two sides actually started fighting? !

…

"We saw residents in Washington blocking the streets with objects, and many people were armed with guns and... mortars???"

A female reporter on the TV was confused when she saw what they took out.

The young man holding the mortar looked about 18 years old. When he saw the camera facing him, he laughed and moved closer.

"This is a son-of-a-bitch Japanese Type 97 90mm light mortar. My grandfather captured it on the battlefield. He killed 17 Japanese dogs."

"Today, I will come out with it and resist the new law again!"

? ? ?

All the old antiques have been invited out.

The female reporter swallowed, "Then you have artillery shells?"

"Of course! My classmate's family is from a lathe factory, and we have prepared a lot. As long as those lackeys dare to attack, we will fight them."

This young man is so cruel.

The female reporter looked at the camera, licked her dry lips, and could only say politely, "There is currently no news from the Washington government."

In the office…

Victor, Casare, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Secretary of Defense Kennedy, Commander Guderian's 5th Army, and Director of Mexico's Counterintelligence Directorate Jeff Bennett were all puffing away. .

When men get together, if they don't smoke, do they smoke women?

"The United States' decades-long dissatisfaction with capital has begun to explode, especially when they kicked us out of the United Nations." Casare said in a deep voice, looking at the boss.

Victor narrowed his eyes, "This shows that many people still know right from wrong. Our next job is to win over those who can be won over and attack those who need to be attacked."

"To support those who work for justice, doesn't Hydra have many branches in the United States?"

"Can you think of a way to transport some weapons in?"

"Better get some mines and RPGs."

When Guderian and other military figures heard this, they looked at each other.

"Yes, when we wiped out the drug dealers, we left about 200 passages, which can be transported through."

Defense Secretary Kennedy smoked a cigarette and said, "The most important thing is that we must continue to burn this fire, otherwise when the enthusiasm passes, not many people will persist."

This is true.

Now the armed confrontation is full of enthusiasm...

"Then don't the Propaganda Department and the Internal Affairs Bureau have a plan to stir up racial confrontation? In the next two months, these shocking news will be slowly released."

"Especially black people, they are more likely to be provoked." Guderian said with raised eyebrows.

Jeff Bennett, Director of Mexico’s Counterintelligence Directorate, also jumped in, “We have contacted Eldridge Cleaver, the former Propaganda Minister of the Black Panther Party in the United States. He was an extremely “violent armed force” who resisted the U.S. government. represent."

“I feel like we can support him in the movement for black people within the United States.”

The respective accompanying secretaries next to them were taking notes in their notebooks.

Victor listened to their words and nodded slightly, "Then send someone to contact them."

"They want money, food and even armed advisers, and we can help."

It’s time to support a guerrilla army within the United States…

Just like northern Thailand.

It pops up from time to time and makes you anxious.

There are more than 40 million black people in the United States. It was precisely because the Black Panther Party had some terrifying methods that they were killed by Hoover when he was there.

Many leaders were assassinated, imprisoned, and fled to other places. In 1982, with the closure of Oakland Community Schools, the Black Panther Party officially disbanded.

Including the death of the speaker Newton in 1989, this activity basically disappeared.

But the Eldridge Clifford just mentioned is still alive.

He has been demanding in the media: black autonomy.

A "friend" to work with.