Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 439 Inheritance!

Although your next-door neighbors don't have a very good relationship with your family, at least they still maintain their dignity despite the quarrels and noise.

Good guy…

Now he suddenly overturns the table and refuses to work anymore. He points at your nose and says, “Your son, grandson, and daughter are all XXXX.” What is your attitude?

You will definitely have an argument with the other party.

But what if the other person is also a strong man?
Then I can only keep an eye on him every day and say bad things to my little brothers.

The relationship is like that between Mexico and the United States today.

As soon as Kwaukmote changed the name of the party, the atmosphere in North America suddenly became wrong.

Especially the speeches he gave on TV.

Texas immediately announced the closure of the border between the two countries and cut off cultural exchanges and food circulation between the two sides.

And in Congress…

The capital representatives who already had grudges against Victor stood up one by one.

One female member of parliament even slammed the table in anger.

"We watched the giant bear in the east fall, but a new, more savage and more brutal red appeared before our eyes. What does this mean? I demand an attack on Mexico. Otherwise, we should just emigrate directly."

Many lawmakers below began to bang on the tables to express their emotions.

They won't allow another monster to be so close to them!

"quiet."

Thomas Stephen Foley, the leader of the parliament, knocked the gavel. He glanced around. As a Democrat, he was on the side of capital. "The matters under discussion have nothing to do with this agenda. Please be quiet."

"If anyone makes irrelevant remarks again, I will ask him to leave..."

Thomas Stephen Foley glanced at the military officer next to him. Donald had a blank expression on his face and crossed his hands over his chest. If he was not allowed, he would have lifted his legs for you.

What kind of stuff...

Give some pointers here.

More than an hour later.

The meeting is over!

The congresswoman immediately rushed over to the military and pointed at the old man angrily, "Secretary of Defense Donald, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"What do you want to explain?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Besides, why should I give you an explanation?"

The old defense minister looked at him with disdain and left the meeting room with the support of the military personnel next to him. The female congressman was stunned when she heard this and then jumped up, "Damn it, don't you know how to respect? You..."

The person next to her saw that she was about to say something even more harsh and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't curse. If you piss her off, she'll really kill you."

The congresswoman broke away and glared, "Can he really shut me up? I represent the interests of the United States."

"Don't forget his relationship with the Mexicans."

Hearing this, she paused, then shuddered, but she couldn't be stage-frightened, so she stiffened her neck and said, "Then we should impeach him. He may have made some deals that we don't know about."

Her companions looked at her like she was an idiot.

There's no hope. He's crazy about being famous.

The old defense secretary felt a little tired when he returned to the Pentagon. He was 60 years old, and had such a hard-working son-in-law. It was simply... a headache.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the table rang and he picked it up. It was Acting President James Dan Quah. This guy has not been having a good time recently. Polls show that he only has 33.8% of the votes, while William Jefferson has 55.9%, a complete crushing.

There are still more than ten days until voting.

There is basically no possibility of a comeback.

Why are you calling now?

"Donald, I think we still have a chance to turn the situation around."

"for example?"

"Announce a complete severance of diplomatic relations with Mexico! And send troops to the border."

"?? Are you crazy!!"

Old Donald couldn't help but shout, "We have only been negotiating the peace agreement with them for less than three months, and you are going to change your mind? Do you think this is just a child's play?"

"No! Listen to me."

James Dan Quay took a deep breath. "No capitalist likes Victor's style. The Soviet Union's ideas have already frightened them, not to mention the one at their doorstep. If we show toughness at this time, we will definitely be treated well by the capitalists."

"Moreover, private surveys also show that they are very dissatisfied with Mexico. They are also on our side. I can definitely overtake them."

The military-industrial complex needs business?!

The capitalists need to extinguish the ideals that are beginning to burn nearby.

The Celestial Dragons do not allow anyone around them to raise their heads and roar at them.

"As long as there is a war, my votes will definitely go up."

Donald listened to the other party's words and was silent for a while...

bengbengbeng!

There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting the old man's thoughts.

"Come in."

"Defense Minister, news from Mexico."

An American with a star on his head ran in, his eyes wide open, "This afternoon, Mexico launched an intercontinental missile without a warhead. It flew over the United States and Canada and fell into the Arctic Ocean."

Bang~
Donald's hand accidentally hit the teacup next to him, and it fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He frowned, said nothing, and just held the phone, "Did you hear that?"

"This is a provocation! Fight back! Fight back!"

James Dan Quay on the opposite side shouted loudly, but he was killed by the Minister of Defense after just two shouts?

how to spell?
Victor now has more than 300,000 armed forces under his command. How should he fight?

Didn’t you see that they were going to launch missiles?

If it was equipped with a high-explosive warhead, he could directly destroy Wall Street. To put it bluntly, even if he died, he would take a bunch of people with him.

You see, those capitalists are very panicked, but do they dare to start a war?
dare not!

Because the missile is really close.

“Hold a press conference to strongly condemn this behavior that disregards regional peace and demand a response from Mexico.”

"Yes!"

An hour later, the Pentagon and Canada both issued severe accusations and demanded an explanation from Mexico, but the funny thing is that.

The Pentagon asks the region to exercise restraint!

Mexico should not be the sinner of history.

In response to the complaints from its two North American neighbors, the Mexican military gave a straightforward reason...

"Mistaken shot!"

I'm too lazy to think of reasons.

This was revenge for the previous "accidental shooting in Tijuana". No matter how much time had passed, Victor still remembered it.

The world situation suddenly became confusing.

A bunch of people are waiting to see the fun...

And the rich people in the United States have started digging underground bunkers. Are they going to use them to face World War III?
In just a dozen days...

What happened was more exciting than many people experience in their entire lives.

"Don't worry, we can't fight."

Victor was sitting in his office, playing Final Fantasy IV, the latest game that has taken the world by storm. He stared at the computer and moved the mouse vigorously while speaking.

"I can smell gunpowder in the air," Casare said, swallowing his saliva. "The imperialist hegemony is a paper tiger. Even though they shout loudly, they dare not risk their lives to fight us. They are too wealthy. Will the landlords fight with the poor?"

The United States is indeed in a dilemma now...

How do you manage Mexico?
They don't listen to you at all, so you just beat them? They may not be able to beat you, but you will not feel good either. Victor said more than once, "If the United States invades Mexico, tens of millions of Mexicans will rush into Texas to take back our land."

This tactic of changing homes once caused failure on the part of the Soviet Union, but now it is the United States that is giving it a headache.

But if you ignore him...

With a population of 1.3 million and the th largest geographical area in the world, it is really a pain in the ass for the United States.

I can’t beat him, and I can’t scold him. What can I do in the end?
At best it will end in nothing.

Or use other means, such as ideological infiltration, for example, to undermine Victor's rule from within.

Dirty trick?

Do you think Victor is a good person?

When Satan comes, we have to say, oh my god.

Launching missiles is just to intimidate other helpers. Stay away and let me fight the Americans one-on-one.

"Here is the CIA intelligence sent by Hydra, you can take a look." Victor pointed to the documents placed casually next to the table.

Casare raised his eyebrows, took it, and looked it up and down.

It says: The CIA has not received any instructions regarding Mexican intelligence, but it is very likely that the United States will not start a war but will use an economic blockade.

"There are only two ways to fight a war: using people and using money. I admit that the Americans are very powerful. There is a big gap between us and them, so I think we need to form alliances."

"Cuba has the best medical system and drug production on the planet, while Venezuela has oil. We have a developing light industry. We can provide them with new seeds and send professors from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences to help them. As long as we are self-sufficient, the US economic blockade will be a joke to us."

There is one more thing Victor didn’t say…

The death of the Soviet Union does not mean that there is no one in the East. The rabbits who inherited the ideals will have a new economic take-off. But when Big Mao takes the position of patriarch and looks at his dead father, what will he do?
People don’t understand. Doesn’t he know what will happen in the future?
From the Cold War to the Three Kingdoms.

Given enough time, Mexico's ideal will blossom.

Victor squinted his eyes, operated the game and killed the final BOSS, then he raised his head with satisfaction, picked up the cigarette on the table and put it between his lips.

"There are too many people in this world who live without dignity. They kowtow and fawn for laughs. Why? It's for three meals a day. When Americans come up, they just stand on a high ground and throw a piece of steamed bun to them, telling them to tear each other apart. Then a group of people start fighting each other for a few dollars."

"One said 10 dollars a day, the other said 8 dollars a day, but they didn't know...the people in high places are looking down on the world."

"So, Casare..."

"We need to understand who our base is: farmers, workers, and the nearly 9000 million poor people. As long as we control them, no matter who comes, they will not be able to overthrow us."

Casare listened quietly, as if a layer of skin was being peeled off.

No wonder…

When land reform came to Mexican farmers, the excitement on their faces is still unforgettable. They shouted the name of Victor!
original…

This is the people's will.

"Quauçonte has already planned the next steps, which will be released in the next two days. The medical assistance with Cuba has also been negotiated, and it will be announced at the appropriate time."

"When they know we stand with Castro, they will understand that we are not fighting alone."

Victor flicked the cigarette ash into the ashtray and looked up. "Do you think I'm a little anxious to suddenly announce a change of ideology at this time?"

"A little bit." Casare smiled awkwardly, "We can actually go further back."

"This kind of thing should be done sooner rather than later. We are now recovering Mexico, taking it back from the drug dealers. We can rebuild the spirit of this country. Similarly, in troubled times, we should use severe punishments. No one can criticize us, but if the drug dealers are eliminated, if I use means again, it will be retaliation."

This is also true.

What's wrong with killing some people during the war?
What's wrong!
"Besides this, there is another important point. The Soviet Union is going to die, but those who miss the Soviet spirit are still alive. Do you understand? We stand up to tell those people, come to Mexico, let's fight together for the ideal country!"

Victor wants to carry on the Soviet legacy.

After all, there were still too many people loyal to the Soviet Union at that time. Akhromeev committed suicide for his country. What he saw was the wolfish ambition and the despair of the country.

And he is not an individual, he is a group.

This light that has been burning for decades has gone out...

When Victor is completely burned out, he will hold high the light in his hand. No matter how long the darkness lasts, the light will remain.

Carry the banner!
What do you call this? I have a legitimate reason to do this. I also want a piece of the Soviet Union’s political legacy.

After all, Victor has railed against America more than once.

If anyone has the toughest policy toward the United States, it should be him.

"So…how long will that take, Boss?"

Victor smiled and said, "Don't be anxious. Let the bullet fly for a while."

……

Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas.

airport!

All under martial law.

The Gulf Group took control of the area and implemented air control.

Airlines are so pathetic sometimes...

If you encounter some unexpected changes and have no choice but to stop flying, you can't just go ahead and risk it, right? If someone really shoots you down, you'll cry again.

As for how many people have been delayed because of this, that is another matter.

Giorgia, leaning on a crutch, came out of the plane, stood at the cabin door and took a breath of fresh air. The bodyguard next to him wanted to support him, but he pushed him away.

"Mother Songxi, come and help me."

The Thai woman standing at the back was startled, and when everyone looked over, she shrank her neck, like a bewildered girl next door.

Only after Giorgia urged her for the second time did she come over, support the other person and walk slowly down.

"Boss!"

The senior executives of the Gulf Group below all bowed and cheered.

The drug lord's style is out...

They are so arrogant, Victor will definitely kill them!

The drug-dealing dog is still so arrogant.

"Boss, Arturo DeSena wants to talk to you on the phone." said the confidant next to him.

Giorgia looked at all the people in front of him. He knew that there must be a spy from Los Zetas among them, otherwise how would the other party know his whereabouts?
There was a fierce look in his eyes.

Reach out and take the phone.

Neither of them spoke, they could just hear each other's breathing.

Finally, Arturo DeSena sighed and said, "Giorgia, I know you don't believe anything I say. Let's meet and talk."

"Where? Yucatan Peninsula?" The boss of the Gulf Group sneered.

"Let's go to nearby Guatemala City, and we can have a good chat when we meet."

"You're beyond belief, Arturo."

"The Spanish Intelligence Agency, the Indian Intelligence Bureau, and the South Korean Intelligence Department guarantee it. If you don't believe it, you can bring someone here. I just want to explain to you that this was not done by me..."

"How about this, now, let's go to Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, and we'll meet in the evening. If you come, everything will be fine. But if you say I don't want you to come, then I'll have a reason to kill you!" Giorgia chose the place himself.

Arturo DeSena on the other side frowned and said in a deep voice, "Okay, see you tonight. I hope we can have a good chat. After all, no one wants internal strife in the South."

"Humph."

Qiao Jia snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Arturo De Sena scowled...

That bastard has really learned his lesson!

……

(End of this chapter)