Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 438 "Born from the most noble ideals of mankind, it cannot be destroyed by the despicable desires of mankind!"

The attack on Giorgia in Thailand caused a very strong reaction in the Yucatan Peninsula and in Quintana Roo, Chiapas, and Oaxaca states where the Gulf Group is in power!
Especially at this time, there was a rumor that Arturo De Sena sold the other party to the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, which joined forces with local police to arrest him and almost shot him dead.

This rumor was like dry firewood that immediately ignited the conflict between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group.

The only ones affected were...local businesses.

"Hit! Smash it." A short and fat man, holding a baseball bat in his hand and a pistol on his waist, directed his men to smash and destroy a KTV. The manager's leg was broken and twisted at an abnormal angle.

"I paid... protection money!!"

The short fat man spat in the other's face, "Who did you give it to? Los Zetas? We are the Gulf Group. We didn't even give the right money. Who will protect you? Tell me, who the hell will protect you!!"

That’s right, you have to buy two incense sticks when you go to the temple, right?

Moreover, you are worshipping the wrong mountain.

He raised the baseball bat and smashed it down hard under the manager's horrified gaze.

The first time he fell into coma, the second time he convulsed, the third and fourth times he bled harder than his period, and the seventh and eighth times he lost his soul.

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

"What are you afraid of? Go, get out!"

The man shouted and dozens of his men rushed out of the KTV, seeing the streets in desolation, trash cans split in half, and garbage all over the ground.

On the other side of the road, there were also dozens of people standing there, staring angrily.

"Boss, do you want to sweep them up? Damn!"

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

The younger brother beside him nodded, walked out arrogantly, pointed at the opposite side with a swagger, and said, "Los Zetas bastard..."

I haven’t finished talking yet…

Then I saw the people on the opposite side took out submachine guns and fired at the people from the Gulf Group.

Chug tug tug…

The thug was beaten into a paparazzi, his body full of bullets.

"Boss, they're shooting, they're shooting..."

The short and fat man had already hidden behind a nearby pillar when he saw something was wrong. A younger brother was shouting in panic behind him, but the other party turned around and slapped him, cursing, "I'm not blind, fight back! Move someone, damn it, move someone."

Two gangs engaged in a gunfight in the streets of Oaxaca de Juarez…

This area is one of the Gulf's bases. Once people are called, trucks carrying drug dealers will come to join the battlefield. Although Los Zetas has few people, they are well-trained and have very tacit cooperation. They are players trained by the US military.

I can't beat Victor's firepower, but can't I beat you?
"Don't go...don't go watch." In the yard next to the gunfight, the wife pulled her drunk husband. The other husband had drunk a little too much and was obviously drunk. He pushed him away and stood on his own trash can.

He raised his hands arrogantly.

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

"Who can kill me?"

“Who can kill me!!”

puff…

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

The wife screamed and ran over, only to see that the man was dead.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!!"

The gunfight in Oaxaca de Juarez was not isolated, it also happened in other places, and for a time, shops were closed and people suffered...

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

Most of these blacks want to escape to the United States through the Yucatan Peninsula. The north has been controlled by government forces, so they can only go through drug dealers.

There are more than 600,000 people of all races who want to cross the border illegally. The public security there was already very bad, and it is even worse now.

In the state of Palenque near Guatemala, because the southern government did not send troops to guard the border, some tribes or refugees between the two countries took the opportunity to rob the villages in Mexico.

For a while…

The South was in chaos.

"Boss, Boss, great news!"

As soon as he got to work in the morning, Casare rushed in, unable to hide his smile on his face. When he opened the door, his head hit it, and he grimaced in pain.

"What's the matter? Your happy event?"

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

Casare covered his head with his hands and rubbed it vigorously with a wry smile. "There was a fight between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group in several southern states. Shooting was done and many people died. Those drug addicts tried their best to suppress the local news, but the incident was too big and they couldn't suppress it at all."

As he spoke, he shouted outside, asked his secretary to push the TV in, and then he turned it on with the remote control.

I saw a female reporter wearing a female helmet, and behind her were corpses all over the ground... ?
Victor sat up straighter.

"Last night, a gun battle involving hundreds of people broke out on Merida Street in the Yucatan Peninsula, killing about 170 people. Both sides used heavy weapons including machine guns and rocket launchers. You can see that the shops on both sides were completely destroyed..."

As he was speaking, the Walmart sign behind him suddenly fell to the ground. The vibration made by it scared the reporter so much that he quickly covered his ears and dodged to the side.

"Gulf Cartel and Los Zetas are at war..."

Casare was shaking with excitement. "Can we order the troops to go directly south, capture Yucatan directly, and recover all of Mexico?"

He is also ambitious.

If you hold a knife, you are called a bandit; if you hold ten guns, you are called a gang; if you hold a hundred people, you are called a group; if you hold ten thousand people, you are a warlord.

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

He has no shortage of power or money. The Gonzalez family has stakes in many industries in Mexico, and the dividends alone are close to 1 million US dollars each year...

Casare now wants fame.

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 think they are fighting to the death now, but they are just standing up for Qiaogia. Now we are sending troops south. For the sake of their own interests, no matter how much they dislike it, they will still integrate their troops to fight back."

"But now that this gap has emerged, we will slowly expand it. When this powder keg explodes completely, that will be the moment for a fight to the death."

"It is only the end of 91, less than two years have passed. We must first solve the internal problems. There are also some tribes hiding in the mountains. We need to relocate them as a whole and provide them with water and electricity..."

“We also need to re-examine all the cases from the old Mexican era. We cannot let any good person be wronged, nor can we let any bad guy go unpunished.”

The government forces now control about 110 million square kilometers of territory and occupy more than 8000 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", in which 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'll blow up on their own, but you know what I'm worried about now?" Victor asked.

Casare looked at his boss.

Wei Huang pulled out a stack of documents from the drawer and handed them over. "Sociology professors from the National University of Mexico wrote me a letter together a month ago. They hope that we will follow the mainstream capitalism of the United States and Europe." "They hope that I can... relax the monopoly and allow market capital to 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 those 11 chaebols is still fresh in our memory.

"I applied for their arrest. They must be spies for the United States."

Victor smiled and waved his hands, "It's not necessary. Condemning language will only lead to more abuse from everyone."

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

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

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

"But on the contrary, you can see that the media controlled by the Western world has subjected this giant to countless insults and abuses. As for the bearded man, all his achievements have been erased and everything about him has become a mistake."

"I remember there was a poll of the greatest politicians in the world, and no one voted for the bearded man. This was a shameful political vote, but I think he was great. He put down civil unrest and attacked enemy forces. He turned the Soviet Union from an agricultural country into a world-class country. Twenty or thirty years from now, people will miss him."

When Victor talked about this iron father, there was a look of respect on his face.

"The Soviet Union went from being an anti-French alliance with 2600 million casualties to becoming the world's leader. Why did the United States fear it? Was it nuclear weapons? Was it a force 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 can completely destroy the Western world. Ideas are the core competitiveness. Even if we usually mock them, even if we joke about it, we cannot deny..."

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

"And this is exactly what Mexico currently lacks."

Victor drummed his fingers on the table. “I want to inject a new soul into our new country.”

Casare trembled suddenly when he saw the boss's determined eyes.

"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. Then, what is the meaning of my efforts and struggles?"

“What’s the point of our war on drugs?”

"What is the significance of us asking the chaebol capital and those farmers who oppress the farmers to get out?"

Actually, starting from land distribution...

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

What are farmers to them?
Fuel for disdain.

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

"Boss..." Casare probably knew what the other party was going to do. He trembled a little when he spoke, but still grabbed his hand and said, "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 want to be a safe haven for workers and a fair, just and peaceful country. We cannot allow killing, hatred, drugs and arms to grow on this land. We are defending ourselves and justice."

Victor was also moved by his determined eyes.

Maybe this is ridiculous...

Maybe... this is childish.

But Victor, who was greedy, lustful, unscrupulous, despicable, treacherous, two-faced, and full of lies, still hoped that after his death, there would be a ray of light shining 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 heart or because they have become good people, but because... we have been here!"

1991 11 Month 2 Day.

Mexican President Cuauhce Morte made a televised address.

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

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

"If, if you face injustice, if you are shaking with anger, 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 drugs, we are fighting, and we...are also working hard for the fate of all mankind!"

The Americans next door are all blown up...

Oh my god!

The Soviet Union was on the verge of collapse. What was happening?

They panicked, they were terrified, they cursed.

Donald Rumsfeld called Victor and asked him what he was doing.

"Don't be nervous, sir. Banning drugs, banning guns, banning killing, and banning oppression 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 dying and no one will support you. Don't make such a childish joke."

"But... when we were being victimized by drug dealers and killed by criminals, the world didn't save us, did it?"

"Of course, I'm not exaggerating communism, it's just... we need a safe haven, a safe haven for humans."

Rumsfeld was amused by this remark. "Do you think you are the savior? There are so many people in the world, how can you save them all?"

“You must always have ideals. Otherwise, if you just lie on money every day, you will only be a slave to money.”

The Americans couldn't understand why Victor was so crazy.

Are you kidding me?
"Don't go too far. I will do my best to speak well of you. Please don't make things difficult for me." After giving a few words of advice, Rumsfeld hung up the phone.

Victor listened to the busy tone on the phone.

He smiled.

He picked up the cigar and took a puff.

The Soviet Union has not completely died yet, but the United States has already regarded itself as the new boss of the world. It is so impolite in its words: Help me?
Only you can help yourself.

Victor didn't want to be anti-American, he just knew that if he didn't resist, he would become a dog of the United States.

But he doesn't want to be a dog.

He wants to be human.

He wanted his family to sit around and enjoy the lights after him.

he wants…

Watching the sunset quietly.

"I just want...dignity."

We need it when we are alive and when we are dead.

……

(End of this chapter)