Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 448: I started crying only after I got hit on the head!

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A gray and white bus stopped at the Mexico City border checkpoint. The door opened and two policemen walked on board. They scanned the entire bus with their eyes, hands on their waists, watching vigilantly.

"Everyone, please open your carry-on bags so we can check them."

Now that we are in the capital, of course we have to be strict.

After all, there is still a war going on and some saboteurs may come in.

Generally, there are border checkpoints, troops and police in the capitals of each state to avoid accidents.

Hearing their words, an old woman sitting in the back looked visibly troubled. She shrank her thin body into the room and lowered her head.

Suddenly, the passenger sitting next to her stood up and said, "Officer, there is a smell in the bag in this old woman's hand. Please take a look."

The other party's voice was very loud. After shouting, he shuddered and stood next to the policeman pointing.

The policeman came over with a frown on his face and looked at the bag at the old lady's feet. "Old lady, open it and let us check it."

"Nothing...nothing. These are just some local specialties from my hometown." The old man raised his head and begged, "No...no need to check."

But the more you do this, the more alert the police will become, and they will shout louder, "Please open it!"

Seeing that the other party was still hesitant, the policeman behind went up and pulled the box. Unexpectedly, the old lady seemed to be stimulated and pulled the other party.

Colleagues quickly held him down and called for support.

Three or four policemen and soldiers rushed up from below and shouted at everyone to stay seated and not move.

The policeman who got the bag unzipped it, his pupils shrank, and his scalp went numb. "Boss, there's... a head!!"

Head? !
Upon hearing this, the passengers sitting next to them panicked, but some stood up and watched curiously.

The leading police officer lowered his head and saw a man's head among the crowd, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

His cheeks were sunken, his face was pale and covered with lime, but one could tell at a glance that he had been dead for a long time.

"Put your hands up!!" The gun was pointed at the old woman.

kill?
Coming in with his head in his hands is crazy.

"I have been wronged! I want to file a complaint, I want to file a complaint!" The old lady suddenly shouted excitedly.

...

It's the end of the year, and work is even busier.

But at this time, Victor was conducting research in the "Mexican National Weapons Company", a newly integrated company with weapons fields, aircraft production, warship research and development, etc.

According to the M8.5A1 "Abrams" previously exchanged for 2 million points.

This is one level higher than the M1A1 used by the US military. In the original world, they did not start research and development and production until 1992, and equipped the troops in 93.

跟M1A1相比，M1A2战斗全重约为70吨，比对方重5吨。

The former has a maximum speed of about 65 km/h, while the M1A2 has a maximum speed of about 75 km/h.

Both are equipped with 120mm rifled guns, but the M1A2 has more powerful firepower output and a more advanced fire control system.

It seems that there is not much difference, but in fact it is a qualitative leap. It is not easy to improve the weapon itself a little bit.

At the test site, Victor personally got in the car and felt the feeling of driving a Mercedes-Benz.

But the driver seemed to be afraid of bumping him, so he drove slowly. This made Victor very unhappy, and he patted the driver on the shoulder and said, "How can you, a sergeant, drive an armored vehicle slower than a woman? Go ahead, step on the accelerator."

The sergeant was sweating...

"You can't do it. Come down and let me drive. You can go and raise pigs."

When the sergeant heard about raising pigs, he immediately became anxious, "General, I'm afraid the ride will be too bumpy and you might get hurt..."

"When I was fighting, you were still at home farming. Drive! I didn't sit still, it's my bad luck."

After hearing what he said, the sergeant also got angry. If a soldier has no temper, can he be a good soldier?
I stepped on the accelerator and pushed it to the bottom. Boom boom boom~
He rushed directly into the puddle. The instantaneous feeling of falling and sprinting made Victor's adrenaline surge. His eyes lit up, "Hurry up."

Casare and some military personnel not far away noticed something was wrong. The car was getting faster and faster, and it was drifting gracefully when turning...

I was shaking with fear.

The head of the military industry next to him turned green in the face.

Damn, if the general gets injured, I'll be transferred directly to the position of "nuclear bomb close observer" and I'll really strangle the other party to death.

Fortunately, after running one lap, there were no problems and it stopped safely.

As soon as the door opened, Victor came down holding his butt.

"General, are you okay? General, this soldier is driving too fast." A group of people came over and said.

"It's okay. Don't drive fast. Why drive an armored vehicle? Just drive the old man's car. Not bad. You guys are not bad either. It's only been a few months and you've built one. Very good. The year-end bonus will be doubled and you all will receive second-class merit."

Werner Heisenberg, the head of the Mexican National Weapons Company, was delighted when he heard the news. "Thank you, General. All our employees promise to continue to work hard and strive for success in the future!"

Victor clapped his hands with satisfaction, and the people around him naturally followed suit, and the applause continued for a long time.

"Boss, this weapon hasn't been named yet. Why don't you give it a name? After all, it is the first weapon of our new era." Casare said from the side.

The military experts were all watching eagerly.

"Then call it Salamander."

"it is good!"

This is one name for the fire salamander, a unique animal of Mexico that is quite ferocious.

"General, there will be a Latin American Defense Exhibition in Brazil in mid-January next year. I think we can go to the exhibition... What do you think?" Werner Heisenberg asked in a low voice.

Participating in an exhibition also means selling to the outside world...

"Of course, no problem. The Salamander is not much different from the US military's M1A1, but we can offer a big discount on the price."

"We need specific actual combat videos and data..."

"No problem. First, produce two and hand them over to the 5th Army. Then we can go find trouble with the drug dealers in the south and use them to calculate data so that these useless people can still be used."

"However, having only one model seems too monotonous. You should also produce more of the Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles I gave you before. It's not shabby to exchange the US military's products for a new one and earn US dollars."

Werner Heisenberg and his colleagues looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

The group walked towards the building while talking.

"Sir." Secretary Casare ran over to him and whispered something in his ear. He frowned immediately. "How... could this happen?"

The secretary smiled bitterly, "The people at the border inspection station were also helpless. The people below didn't know what to do, so they reported it."

Fatty Ka frowned and said, "I'll go tell the boss, and you tell the border checkpoint to take good care of the old lady. With the boss's personality, if anything happens to her, everyone will be in trouble."

After saying that, he quickened his pace.

"Boss, I have some news to report to you."

Victor saw his expression and was moved. "What's the matter?"

"The border inspection station found an old lady carrying a human head into Mexico City today. She was caught. She said she was here to file a complaint."

"She said her son worked for a mining company in Jalisco, helping to dig for gold, but the boss accused her son of stealing and then beat him to death together with the local police."

Victor narrowed his eyes when he heard this. "Didn't the inspection team go to Jalisco? Let them investigate thoroughly."

"We can't wrong a good person, nor let a bad person go."

He did not believe in one-sided statements and required evidence for everything.

When he stops providing evidence, you should panic.

"If this is true, let the inspection team decide for themselves!"

Casare agreed from the side, but in fact he knew that this was almost certain. Which mother would be so cruel as to chop off her son's head and file a complaint?

Moreover, this kind of collusion between officials and businessmen is quite common in Mexico.

There's no way to finish it.

It seems that we need to set up a special department to manage it. We can't bring everything to Mexico City, otherwise we will be too busy, right?
What should I call it?
……

Guadalajara, Jalisco state.

This city, once known as one of the "Ten Most Sinful Cities in Mexico", now has good law and order.

There is also a relaxed atmosphere in the air. When the drug cartels occupied the area, you had to keep your head down whenever you walked.

If foreign tourists want to come here, they have to find an intermediary to report to the local drug dealers. Otherwise, if you come in alone, you will be shot to death.

Now...the headquarters of the 2nd Army is right next to the Guadalajara City Hall, with a division inside. If you are not afraid of death, you can make trouble.

At this time, Army Commander Erich Falkenhayn and Governor James Trumbull and his party were waiting at the exit of the national highway. The guards and secretaries were surrounding them so as not to disturb the two big men chatting.

The two men were smoking, and James Trumbull frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Erich Falkenhayn glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The two men had a good personal relationship and were both civil and military leaders of Jalisco. They cooperated well in their work and nothing went wrong.

Moreover, James Trumbull was originally a member of the armed forces. He served as deputy chief of police in the National Guard and was later transferred to the local area.

Hearing Falkenham's words, James folded his hands and tapped the ash from his cigarette. "The National Palace directly equips each governor with a personal secretary. This practice may cause dissatisfaction. After all, everyone has fought for New Mexico. This kind of distrust is really..."

He didn't know what words to use to describe it, but he knew that he felt a little uncomfortable.

It's like you work hard, and then your leader tells you to assign someone to keep an eye on you to see if you are lazy. This is really like feeding the dog.

Falkenhayn smiled when he heard this.

"Is it funny, General?" Governor James said dissatisfiedly.

“Are you really committed to Mexico?”

"After you were transferred from the army to the local government, the sugar-coated bullets you received made you degenerate too quickly. In the past two months, how many people did the Internal Affairs Bureau arrest in the anti-corruption campaign? 227 people. How many of them were from the army?"

"There are also people working with the Red Shoes Club, the Bohemian Organization, and the Illuminati."

"The general trusted you to run a region, and this is how you report on him?"

Falkenhayn sighed, "The last thing the general can tolerate is someone doing something under his nose. What's the difference between what you're doing and treason?"

He paused, narrowing his eyes, "The army is always loyal to the general."

These words made James Trumbull shudder in his heart. Falkenhayn's meaning was very clear. Even if they got involved with terrorist organizations like the Red Shoes, if they didn't rob anything, they would just be left with a pile of scrap metal.

The general said one word and the army was ready to go through fire and water.

At present, officials mainly come from two sources, the Victor faction and the local faction. After all, Mexico is too big. Even if he has the golden finger to control many people, some small Karami positions still have to be given to locals.

For example, village head, town head, town-level official, etc.

The only thing that can be done is to entrust the important position to the most trusted ones.

James Trumbull was loyal, his face was stern, "I will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace."

"Take good care of your relatives and friends. Some of them have been very bold recently." Falkenhayn murmured.

The Governor's pupils shrank.

"Sir, the inspection team's car is here." At this moment, the secretary said loudly that he would be transferred to the Finance Bureau below for training. Of course he was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do because it was an order from above.

Governor James and Falkenham looked toward the state highway and saw five or six Cadillacs driving up with Bureau of Internal Affairs license plates.

The convoy slowly stopped, and the two men hurriedly went to greet them. Of course, the person who could allow them to come and greet him personally could not be just a personal secretary.

The person who got out of the car was Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army and head of the Western Inspection Group.

Although Falkenhayn is a general with military power, the troops sent by the higher-ups are different after all.

Are the department-level officials in your county of the same rank as those in the capital?

"General Falkenham, Governor James." Blomberg was not a fool. He got out of the car and took the initiative to extend his hand. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you for the next three months."

"The Jalisco state government will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace. General Blomberg, rest assured. If you need anything, just say a word." The governor said, patting his chest.

Falkenhayn: “Me too!”

"Okay, I feel relieved after hearing what you two said. Come on, David, come here." Blomberg turned around and called a young man over, pushing him in front of him. "Governor James, this is your secretary. I hope you have a pleasant cooperation."

The air suddenly froze.

Falkenhayn glanced at the other person from the side...

James smiled and held out his hand, "Welcome, David."

He breathed a sigh of relief, as he was glad that she didn't show any displeasure.

Even if you don't agree, you have to hold it in.

The number of people who want to be governor of Jalisco could circle the earth.

David, the young man, looks to be in his early 20s and wears a pair of glasses, but why does he look so familiar?
I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Hello, Mr. Governor." He smiled and stretched out his hands to shake hands with the leader, showing respect.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Falkenham and said with a smile, "Uncle Falkenham."

uncle?

Everyone had a strange expression, but Blomberg was still smiling.

"You are..." Falkenhayn looked unsure.

"My brother is Kennedy Heisenberg."

Mudd!

The younger brother of the Mexican Defense Minister!

Falkenham's pupils narrowed, and Governor James' expression moved slightly.

How could a son of an official do such an offensive job?
Could it be that the general doesn't like the army and the local government being too close?
Falkenham shuddered.

At this moment, General Blomberg said quietly, "He also serves as a member of the Third Patrol Group."

"Falkenham, you must not bully him in the future."

In fact, those 60 personal secretaries were carefully selected, and most of them were children of high-ranking officials.

One is gold plating.

Second, I am not afraid of threats. You may be powerful, but I am more powerful.

Third, their interests are more closely tied to Victor’s. As long as they are not fools, they will not “betray their father” or “betray their brothers”.

"Okay, let's go to the City Hall. I just have something to tell you."

Blomberg: "An old lady took her son's head to Mexico to complain that the government of Jalisco was colluding with businessmen."

"The general asked me to look into it carefully."

Governor James' eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

He knows it!

The people below will cause him trouble...

Shit, this kind of thing could happen?!
"Check! You must check!"

Blomberg nodded, and just as he was about to get in the car, he suddenly turned his head and said, "There is one more thing I want to tell you. Because of the follow-up issues caused by the abandoned airport in Piedras City, about 400 cadres were investigated and punished. These people were all related to the Red Shoes Club, and all of them were sentenced to death!"

"Some of you cadres present here, don't go astray. It's easy to take the money, but you have to think carefully about the consequences."

"Don't just cry when you stand in court."

He said, looking at everyone.

The cadres who were stared at by him all felt uncomfortable.

James stood up straight. He was very tough in his job as governor. Some people offered him money and tried every means to drag him into the trouble, but he just refused to go.

Some people even threw money directly into his car in order to encourage him to embezzle, and some people bought him a mansion to live in, not to mention beautiful women.

But he refused them all.

But he also understood that just because he could withstand it, it didn't mean that others could.

Sugar-coated bullet, but very sweet.

He could even sense the panic in the eyes of the cadres behind him...

A bunch of people are going to be in trouble.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame them for being blind.

However, the general also intended to take advantage of the "airport incident" to kill a group of corrupt officials and to deter internal forces.

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(End of this chapter)