Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 443 The first man to eat traffic!
1991 12 Month 1 Day.

The world media is simply having a feast.

Ukraine will announce its withdrawal from the Soviet Union today...

This was like a heavy blow to the already shaky alliance.

Dead.

If you buy it now when the market opens, it will not survive this year.

American: Hehehe~
But the storm brewing in the small Mexican city of Ciudad Piedras is equally big. According to reports, American capitalists are now sitting in front of the TV with serious faces.

Abandoned airport.

In order to prevent any problems, the 4th Marine Army sent another regiment. In this small city with a population of 40,000 to 50,000, the soldiers almost outnumbered the residents.

At the entrance passage, reporters were asked to line up for inspection.

"What's going on? Do we still need to check? Don't we have work permits?" a bespectacled German reporter muttered.

The soldiers who were doing the inspections were not good people either. It was impossible for them to have any service ideas. It was good enough that they didn't give you a beating. "You can come if you want. If you don't want to come, please go aside and let the next one come."

Upon hearing this, the reporter from Germany's Der Spiegel magazine shrank his head and quickly shut his mouth.

Remember one thing in Mexico: do whatever you are told to do and don't be mean!

Many journalists from European and American countries are quite arrogant in Mexico because of their status. The guy who pointed at Victor's nose and cursed at him last time should have been reincarnated by now.

Even though the World Press Association issued a "red alert" and reminded practitioners not to go to Mexico, the "explosive news" that Victor gave was too big.

No hiding at all, just one word: do it!

As long as I can get on the hot search list, it’s no problem to double my year-end bonus.

So, there was still a large group of reporters coming.

"How many reporters are here?" Ludendorff asked from the backstage, holding the press release in his hand.

"There are probably more than 2000 of them, all of which are influential newspapers and periodicals," the secretary whispered beside him.

The chief nodded, glanced at his watch, and was about to speak when the phone in the briefcase next to him rang. The secretary hurriedly picked it up and said a few words, then handed it to him with both hands, "Sir, the general wants to talk to you from the National Palace."

Ludendorff stood up immediately and waved his hand to signal everyone to leave.

"General!"

"Yes, yes, I understand. I must tear off the ugly face of the Yankees today."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Victor on the other side gave a few instructions, paused, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "From today on, we are no longer fighting drug dealers, but evil organizations that control the world's structure and wealth."

"They are scarier and more brutal than anyone else."

"General!"

Ludendorff took a deep breath and said, "The army has 250,000 soldiers ready to fight. As long as you give the order, we will blow up even Huangshan Park."

Victor was shocked when he heard this. "Okay, from now on, we will declare war on those rats hiding in the dark!"

After hanging up the phone, Ludendorff felt a huge pressure on his shoulders. He looked into the distance. The sunlight was dazzling, and the darkness was struggling with fear.

Victor, who was in the National Palace, lit a cigarette for himself and squinted his eyes as he read an article titled "Mother's Autobiography" on his computer.

"I come from a very remote village in Thailand. Both my parents are dead. I rely on the help of the villagers. In the whole village, there are only two most pitiful people. One is me and the other is the crazy woman at the entrance of the village."

"All the kids hated her and bullied her, and I was no exception. But one time, I fell into the river and was floundering. I thought I was going to die, but I was rescued."

"The one who saved me was actually that crazy woman. She knelt on the ground and pressed my stomach."

"I woke up and ran away in fear. She just stood behind me and looked at me quietly without saying a word."

"Every time I came back from school, I didn't dare to see her. I would hide outside her house. Later, I was admitted to university. Everyone came to the village entrance to see me off. I saw her looking at me in the fields in the distance."

"That time, I walked over hesitantly and thanked her softly."

"But today she wasn't crazy at all. Instead, she gave me some money and told me to study hard. At that time, I was in a hurry to catch a bus, so I didn't talk to her for long before leaving. I was in the car and saw her still standing at the entrance of the village, like... a mother seeing off her child."

"It was four years later when I returned to the village. By then, I had received an offer from an Internet company, but I had not seen her again. When I asked the village chief, I learned that she had died trying to save a child who fell into the water the year after I left the village."

"I was shocked at the time, and the village chief also told me that she was not crazy at all, but was actually very capable. After she married into our village, she gave birth to four children and her life was going to be happy."

"But one day, all four of her children disappeared. The couple was extremely worried and called the police, but the Thai police... are a bunch of shit!"

"They searched for three years and cried for three years. Her husband was hit and killed by a truck on his way out again. From then on, she went completely crazy."

"A mother, she lost the most important person in her life, the child she spent her life to give birth to, and also lost in her life..."

"I was a little indignant and felt a little depressed. I wanted to help this poor man, but when I tried my best to find clues and handed the evidence to the police, they didn't even look at it."

"When I left the house, three people broke my legs in front of the police. They told me not to investigate further!"

“I saw with my own eyes the police telling them not to beat them to death in front of the police station.”

"It was then that I realized that this was also a business! A bunch of bastards made a lot of money by trafficking children!!!"

"God is a blind man, and Buddha is just a gilded mud, what does he know!"

"I wrote all this down to let everyone speak out, to let everyone see that society is so dark, where is the light? Where is justice!!"

"General Victor, please kill all these people, kill this disgusting, dark, and dirty world!!!"

The tone at the end clearly shows that a small town test-taker was driven crazy. When he thought he would see the light after walking out of the mountains, it turned out that...

Even wild boars out there will eat people.

Victor could feel his desperation. He put the cigarette on the ashtray and wrote two words under the article: Got it.

The name of the ID is: Mexican Victor.

……

9:40 am.

After all the reporters were seated.

As Ludendorff walked onto the stage, the lights below never stopped clicking!
He originally had a scary face, and now that he looked so serious, he seemed to be emitting a kind of aura.

Unconsciously, the reporters below shut their mouths.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

There was a translator nearby to help translate into English. "Today is destined to be a sad day. Here in Piedras, we found a tragedy that is worthy of being registered in human history. We found 17878 bodies, 30 tons of drugs and 377 children."

When this number was revealed, even the reporters who had seen big scenes exclaimed in surprise.

"When this appalling case occurred, the National Palace attached great importance to it and set up a special task force to investigate. After our investigation."

"This is an organized transnational crime case, and the number of people involved is the highest ever!"

Ludendorff raised his head, his eyes somewhat calm.

"The name of the organization is the Red Shoes Club, which is made up of some of the upper class in the United States. They use live children to make leather shoes, and use their power to traffic children all over the world!"

Wow! ! !
The reporters stood up immediately, and the people behind them became excited and wanted to rush forward, but were blocked by the soldiers.

"They also use human sacrifices, dismember and eat corpses, and the elite circle refines corpse oil. They firmly believe that this can help them live longer."

Ludendorff was certainly not speaking casually. He took out two photos from the table and said, "This is St. James Island, located on the southeast coast of St. Thomas in the Caribbean Sea. Our intelligence officers have received some disgusting news."

"American dignitaries keep girls there for their own entertainment. Moreover, we have a list here, including many politicians and celebrities!"

"Mr. Chief, can you let us take a look?" the reporters below asked hurriedly.

"These lists will be published later by Mexico's weekly news magazine. The full list will include more than 300 people, which is definitely beyond your imagination!"

Mexican news weekly?
What kind of company? I’ve never heard of it, but at this time it is the envy of all reporters.

"In the face of such outrageous, sad, and unacceptable things, according to the order of the Supreme Leader, we will take action against the Red Shoes Club, the Bohemian Club, the KKK, the Illuminati..."

Ludendorff read out the names of more than a dozen clubs, all of which were classic characters that appeared in European and American conspiracy theories.

"We will list them as a terrorist organization. If anyone can provide valuable clues, we will reward them with $20. In addition, we will maintain the highest level of confidentiality for the parties involved."

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Our world shouldn't be like this!"

Ludendorff urged: "The world should be bright, everyone has the right to stay on the land they love, all peace-loving people should be full of smiles, and dirtiness, filthiness and meanness are destined to be spurned by everyone."

"So, if the sun of the world has trembled and set, let a new light rise from Mexico!"

He raised his arms and shouted, "Long live the great cause of all mankind!"

The soldiers around raised their hands and shouted.

For a moment, it seemed as if the mountains and rivers were upside down, and the people were in an uproar!
Ludendorff looked at the reporters below, his chest pounding.

Let these fly out, then who can say Victor is a tyrant? Who dares to say Victor is a tyrant? !

If you guys are silent, please start with Victor!

After the press conference, reporters took out their phones and started texting headquarters. Half an hour later, the Mexican news weekly published the so-called "list."

The first name on the list is William Jefferson!
This is the new president of the United States!
Just a few days after being elected, he was involved in this scandal?
The second is the famous magician Copperfield, and the third is the Duke of York of England.

The list to try includes more than a hundred people.

They are all familiar figures.

Newspaper sales in Mexico exceeded 200 million copies that day...

After entering 1990, relying on the rise of the Internet, the speed of dissemination was astonishing. This list quickly went from the south of the rainbow to the north of the extreme. Only penguins don't understand words, otherwise they would have said "WTF".

While the iron is hot, Mexico's Internet technology department has launched a website where people can anonymously report clues about drugs, trafficking, organ transportation, etc., and can also post missing person notices.

One day the system crashed...

"General, there are too many people visiting," said the person in charge, Alan Mathison Turing, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Then add more servers, Alan. In this era, we have to be at the forefront. In the future, whether it's war or humanities, the Internet will be indispensable. Don't worry about the money. If you run out of money, just keep applying."

Victor was very generous and waved his hand...

He has foresight and of course wants to be the first "leader" to eat the cake. What is personality? What is traffic?

Haven’t you seen that there was an entrepreneur in later generations who became a cash king by relying on his traffic?

I have never seen an American take over the presidency with the help of the Internet.

In the Internet boom of recent years, Victor is bound to be late for a bite of hot food.

Alan Mathison Turing heard the general's words, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

Since we are not worried about the funding, let’s just build it as much as we can.

In addition to being a tycoon in the Internet technology sector, he is also the president of the Mexican Academy of Sciences and the general manager of "Cuernavaca".

After conquering Morelos, Victor incorporated it into the State of Mexico. This city, only 80 kilometers away from the capital, was selected as an "IT industry base", similar to Silicon Valley in the United States and Bangalore in India.

With the help of the golden finger, I exchanged points for a lot of technology and built a technology park. The operating system, chips, processors, etc. are all at the same level as the most advanced in the world. Why not surpass one level?
Because points are too expensive.

Victor wanted to bring the "kingly spirit" of Silicon Valley here. He even knew that if he went against capital so blatantly, some of his industries in the United States would definitely be dug out and directly "confiscated".

Americans use this kind of shitty trick too often. If I can't beat you, can't I take your assets?

You know, Victor is neither a Jew nor a genuine white person, he is of Indo-European descent.

In doctrine, he is a slave.

He has sold his shares in Internet companies such as Apple and Microsoft, completely cleared out his U.S. assets, and cashed out more than 30 billion U.S. dollars from dozens of companies before leaving the market.

It can be said…

Victor suddenly became one of the richest people in the world.

He distributed the money into "many channels", so it was not easy to track it.

The dragon veins of North America are not in the Rocky Mountains, but in the Sierra Madre Mountains.

After the technical guru Alan Mathison Turing left, Victor was about to leave when the phone on the table rang and he picked it up.

"Hey."

"General, Commissioner of the Narcotics Control Agency: Major General Joachim Ribbentrop was attacked at the gate of the United Nations headquarters by a local white man."

Victor's eyebrows jumped, and a surge of anger rushed to his forehead.

"How brave!"

……

(End of this chapter)