Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 442 Human nature? Inherently evil!

This kind of thing can't be hidden, and Victor didn't hide it.

When he heard that the other party was so powerful, he was obviously very emotional on the phone, "Okay, okay, the nobleman from Washington, USA, is reaching out to my new regime. Fine, fine, then I will let them die here!"

He slammed his fist on the table.

"We must dig deep to find out. Also, we must announce this operation to the public and put the Red Shoes Club, the Illuminati, and the KKK on the global wanted list for Mexican drug trafficking. Declare them terrorist organizations."

This pile of dirt!

Ludendorff on the opposite side frowned and half opened his mouth. He wanted the general to calm down, but the other party's tone...tsk tsk tsk tsk, forget it, I won't make trouble.

"The location is at the abandoned airport in Piedras City!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor, with a gloomy face, pressed the landline on the table and said, "Ask Goebbels to the office."

Soon, the Minister of Propaganda, dressed in black, knocked on the door and came in, "General."

The other party pointed to the seat, took out a cigarette and handed it to him. Goebbels stood up and took it with both hands. Victor lit it for him and said, "I plan to fight against American capital. Do you have any way to mobilize the people?"

Victor always believed in the power of the people.

Of course, he didn't trust the wisdom of the people...

This is a double-edged sword. If you use it too much, it may backfire on you.

"Control public opinion, intensify propaganda about the rich being unkind, appropriately stir up anti-rich rhetoric, and we can initiate new legal provisions targeting capitalists."

Victor nodded and leaned forward slightly. "Do you think it's easy to start a strike in the United States?"

Goebbels was worthy of being the Minister of Propaganda. His eyes flashed and he thought for a moment, "On October 10, a case of excessive law enforcement against black people occurred in Texas."

"A black woman came out of Walmart with two children and was carrying bags. When she tried to get to her car, she was stopped by the police and asked to check her ID. When she wanted to put her things in the car, the police did not allow her to do so, and an argument ensued."

“Two white police officers shot her in front of her children.

"I've used up all the bullets. There were 16 rounds in total."

Goebbels looked sinister. "I have a suggestion. Perhaps we should take advantage of racial conflicts to stir up chaos, and then bribe some influential black people to criticize that it is capital that hates black people, and create some false recordings to express Wall Street's discrimination against black people..."

"Then what we have to do next is to incite the white, Jewish mainstream to hate black people..."

Later Victor understood!
Black lives matter!
It would be better to incite them to riot, and it would be better to attack Wall Street and Silicon Valley. Although this will not cause them much damage, it will still hurt them.

Start a "revolution" in the United States!
It’s exciting just thinking about it.

Victor was very satisfied with Goebbels' idea, "Then you will be responsible."

"What's the name of the mission?"

“American Spring!”

Goebbels left with a shining look in his eyes. He was already looking forward to seeing the "spring breeze" blowing to the United States in February of next year.

As he was leaving, he happened to see a lame man walking down the corridor. After taking a closer look, he stood up straight and said, "Mr. Kwaukmot."

Even he has to respect the other party.

After all, not everyone can withstand a missile.

Most importantly, he really does it for Mexico.

"Is the general here?" asked Quauk-Motte, smiling.

"inside."

"Okay, I have something to talk to him about, let's talk later."

Goebbels watched the other party knock on the door and go in, then tilted his head, thought for a moment, and left.

"Why are you here? Come and sit down. If you have any problem, just ask others to call you." Victor stood up and said hurriedly when he saw the other person.

Kwaukmot shook his head and patted his leg. "This leg is injured. Instead, you should walk more. Otherwise, it will become useless if it withers."

Victor poured him some hot water. Although he might not need to borrow his reputation now, the two of them cooperated very well and there had never been any conflict. The other party was also very tactful, so of course there was respect for face.

"Is something wrong?"

"I heard about the suicide of the mayor of Piedras City. It really touched me. Why would a mayor help a criminal organization? I think I underestimated human nature."

Kwaukmote coughed and said, "We always thought that steadfast warriors would not be corrupted, but the American money tactics are too deadly. Few people can maintain their humanity amid the sugar-coated bullets."

Victor nodded slowly.

Just like Mayor Leopold Van Buren, although he was not a soldier who followed Victor in his battles, when Sonora was conquered, his family provided a lot of help as if they were making a bet.

Medical care, food, publicity, etc., Victor also reciprocated by giving him the position of mayor of Piedras. This place has a small population, so he thought that no matter what, there would be no problems.

But obviously...

Victor overestimated human nature and underestimated the power of capital.

"The most important thing is the lack of control over mayors and town heads. Relying on the limited capabilities of the Bureau of Internal Affairs, we can only manage up to the governor level at best. It would be more terrifying if the people below did evil. So, I thought of a way," said Kwaukmote.

The boss opposite sat up straight, his eyes lit up, and said, "Go on."

"We can provide mayors and town heads with dedicated secretaries. These secretaries are trained and assigned by us. In addition to helping with work matters, they also have an important task, which is to supervise their superiors. As long as the superiors have any illegal or disorderly behavior, the secretaries can report it."

"As long as the report is successful, this secretary will be promoted!"

Good guy…

What a great way to get rid of the problem! (Thanks to reader Zhong Ai Raul for his suggestion~)

Isn’t this just installing a radar next to the leader?

"We also need to improve the reward system for citizens to report crimes, but we also need to prevent false accusations, which are more serious. Although there are great disadvantages, I think this is the best way for Mexico right now."

As for whether the people below will make trouble?

If you make trouble, just get out of here. If the farmers can’t be found, then are the officials afraid that they won’t be found?
Victor implemented a policy of high salaries to maintain integrity. For example, Mayor Leopold Van Buren, although the place where he worked was not very developed, his base salary + bonus easily made 8 US dollars a year.

You should know that the annual salary of the mayor of San Francisco in 2024 is only 22 US dollars.

At the same time, the mayor of New York only had 10 followers, and the mayor of Los Angeles only had 5 followers!
They are also equipped with special cars, drivers, and houses. State-level officials can recruit three people, and mayors can recruit two people. The salaries of these people are paid by the government (the chaebol).

Under this treatment, when the incident in Piedras City came up, Victor only had one word.

kill!

Killing each of these bureaucrats will result in a lot of deaths.

"Is it too late now?"

"First look for people from retired officers, military academies, and political schools, and give them priority."

Victor thought about it for a second and immediately agreed, "Okay, you will be in charge of this matter. We will strive to have a full-time secretary in every city after the beginning of the year."

This is the benefit of dictatorship.

If your president did this in the United States, hehehe, tomorrow I'll let you experience what impeachment is.

And in Mexico…

The parliament is composed entirely of military personnel, with the occasional non-military local administrator.

But they are all loyal to Victor.

After all, it was made by myself.

Quauk-Motte stood up excitedly, "Leave it to me!"

……

Residents of Piedras found that the city's alert had not stopped but had become even more tense.

In one of the largest canneries, there are about 1700 workers. They were waiting to get off work when they suddenly saw the line leader and others running in to tell them that the whole factory would take a three-day break.

"Why do you want to rest?"

"Yeah, will I get paid for this break? My son is getting married soon."

"Yes, yes, yes." The workers asked hurriedly, one after another, with some worry in their eyes. The main reason was that the last time they closed the business was when the Northern Army, oh, that is, the government army now, broke in.

It was stopped for more than a month at that time, so of course I am panicking now.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

The line leader was a little overwhelmed by the noise and raised his hand and said, "The three-day holiday is arranged by the government, and it is paid leave."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Everyone is very concerned about his own interests.

"Line leader, why do we have a holiday?" A head popped up from the crowd. He asked out of everyone's curiosity, and everyone looked at him.

The line leader obviously knew something and hesitated. "Anyway, you will know in a few days. Then I will tell you that at the abandoned airport in the suburbs, it is said that a base left by drug dealers was found..."

"That's it?"

"There are more than 10,000 bodies in that stronghold." The line leader said after taking a glance.

"What!!"

A group of people stared, they all thought they had heard wrongly. More than ten thousand?
There are only about 40,000 to 50,000 people in Piedras City, damn...

"So, this matter is very serious. People have been sent down from above. Some of you should behave yourself recently. If you are caught, you will be severely punished. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Seeing how serious he was talking, some of the troublemakers shuddered and shrank their heads.

Factories closed, schools suspended...

On November 11, the day before the press conference, the National Palace announced that all entertainment activities would be suspended on December 30 and all government departments would fly flags at half-mast in silence.

This left people in Mexico at a loss.

But on the Internet, someone had already released the news, and it started to spread immediately!
The public outcry reached its peak.

It is totally unbelievable that in the 21st century, such brutal things can still happen.

Many countries in the world forwarded this news, grabbing the front-page headlines.

This is called warming up...

The American people next door were also shocked when they heard this.

A storm that has captured the world's attention is unfolding in Ciudad Piedras, Mexico.

Palm Beach, Florida.

Because of its mild and comfortable climate, this place is occupied by some super-rich people.

This is a famous wealthy area.

Most of the American symbols you know live here.

In the villa with the number 8.

The maid was kneeling on the ground trimming the nails of a dog, and there were three people combing its hair. It was not a star, but the pet of the owner of the villa.

The annual maintenance alone costs more than $60.

In the room on the second floor of the villa.

A little boy sat there nervously, his legs were shaking, his eyes were looking to the side, and his whole body was trembling.

Suddenly the door opened.

He looked up and saw a pair of red leather shoes first, then a strange man with a smile on his face. His eyes were very strange, with some presumptuousness, some appreciation, and some desire...

"Mr. Macaulay." The man held out his hand.

The little boy also stretched out his hand, but the other party suddenly held his hand and put it under his nose to sniff under Macaulay's horrified eyes, "What a nice smell~"

The boy was so scared that he quickly pulled his hand back.

The man was not surprised, so he sat on the sofa opposite and looked at the other person. "I have seen your performance, and I find that you are a genius, Macaulay. You can become the most expensive actor in the world."

"Thank...thank you." Although he didn't know why the other party praised him, he still thanked him out of politeness.

"But you know what? If you want to be famous all over the world, you need someone to help you, hahaha."

"Do you want to be the most famous male star in the world?"

Macaulay didn't know how to answer. He had a hunch that this was a trap. He had been active in the entertainment industry for more than ten years and he knew the darkness of the entertainment industry. Some things actually had a price already secretly marked.

He started to change the subject with a wry smile, glanced at the other person's shoes, and blurted out, "Sir, your leather shoes are really beautiful."

Who knew that this made the other person's eyes light up, "Really?"

"You really have a great sense of taste, and I like your candor."

The man looked at the shoe on the ground from side to side, "Do you know Jemima?"

Macaulay was startled, and thought carefully, "Is it the same girl I met last year?"

"Yes, these shoes are made of her." The man raised his head and grinned, "On her birthday."

! ! ! !
Macaulay's eyes widened, his breathing became a little rapid, and his hands were shaking?
use?
When he looked at the leather shoes again, his stomach started to churn...

puff…

He vomited it all out, kneeling on the ground and retching, with something gushing out of his nose.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became gloomy, and the man stared at the other person as if he was looking at prey.

"No, no, no..." Macaulay shouted in horror.

bang bang bang~
There was a sudden knock on the door.

The man raised his eyebrows and stood up with a fake smile on his face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Macaulay, it looks like I can't accompany you any longer. I have something to do first, please feel free."

The boy looked up and saw the butler in a tuxedo standing outside. He seemed to notice someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and the two of them looked into each other's eyes.

What kind of look is that?

Indifferent and inhumane!
Macaulay watched the door close. He didn't know where he got the strength to rush over and wanted to shout loudly, but when the door closed, his voice could no longer come out.

"What's wrong?" the man asked the housekeeper.

"Sir, Mexico has discovered our base in Piedras City, and has announced that it will hold a press conference tomorrow."

"Pressure from public opinion?"

Who would have thought that the other party would be disdainful instead, "This kind of thing has the least lethality to us. An idiotic idealist trying to show the light in the treacherous world? It's ridiculous."

Do these people of status always speak in a literary style?

Only Victor is not here, otherwise he would have shown you how to speak human language.

The butler saw his master say this and hesitated, "Should we take some countermeasures?"

"We received such great insults in Mexico, do you think it would be so lightly brushed off?"

"Victor..."

"It's not far from collapse!"

The butler didn’t know where his master got the confidence from.

But think about it, red shoes have hundreds of years of history. In the Middle Ages, a group of nobles and priests with special hobbies began to kidnap children and then blame them on so-called werewolves and vampires.

(The pastor really loved the boy).

For hundreds of years, this organization has continued to grow stronger in wars and storms, and the power it can unleash is beyond your imagination.

This is the background!

The butler bowed his head humbly.

He was just a servant, a higher-level slave.

……

(End of this chapter)