Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 449: Justice can never be ended!
The world is cruel.

So cruel that I don't believe in humanity or tears...

The so-called humanitarianism is nothing more than a group of strong people standing on your wounds to demonstrate their character and morality.

And you have to kneel down and thank them.

So, don’t fall down!

Victor would not allow anyone or any force to destroy this hard-earned life.

Whether it’s external or internal…

Don't move! If you move, you will die!

When he sentenced all those officials to death, Casare actually gave them a subtle warning.

But Victor said at the time: When you learn to compromise, you think everything is just okay. Then who will do the work seriously? Everyone thinks that just okay is okay.

"We are next to the United States. We can't relax for a moment. We can't fail even once. Otherwise, the beasts around us will stare at you with their bloodshot eyes."

Victor felt helpless when he said this.

Compared with the United States next door, there is really a huge gap in foundation. After all, they reaped too many benefits in World War II.

The idea of ​​"Greater America" ​​is still deeply rooted in people's minds.

And Mexico?

During World War II, the United States cooperated with the Allies in military and diplomacy, and provided important economic and material support to the Allies. To put it bluntly, it was just a bystander.

After the war, it has always been America's "backyard" and "cesspool".

The foundation is too weak.

It's all thanks to their strong will. If Victor falls, believe it or not, Mexico will collapse overnight, and those drug dealers who have been beaten like dogs will stand up again in an instant.

Mexico…

This group of people still have drug dealers in their blood.

This is also one of the reasons why he sent the inspection team down.

I'm sorry, I'd like to borrow your heads to highlight Victor's "character".

Under the influence of Goebbels' Propaganda Ministry.

Victor came to save Mexico and enjoyed great popularity among the peasant and working classes.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the table rang.

Victor held the pen in his hand and pressed the speakerphone button, "Hello."

"General, the United States requested that our seat on the Bureau of Drug Enforcement be revoked at the regular UN meeting that began today."

Emperor Wei stopped and asked, "What's the excuse?"

The secretary on the other side hesitated, "They said you violated civilized norms, provoked incidents, and assassinated civilians..."

“There are so many excuses.”

"and then?"

"In a routine meeting, more than 87% of the countries agreed and asked us to leave Austria before December 12."

The "weird circle" in Europe and the United States, which is ruled by the elite class, directly used political means to isolate Mexico.

coming…

finally come.

“Withdraw the delegation of the Special Agent in Charge of Drug Control, terminate the sponsorship of the Drug Enforcement Agency, and simultaneously announce the establishment of the Mexican World Drug Enforcement Agency as planned.”

Hearing the general's calm tone, the secretary also calmed down, "Understood."

Victor is becoming more and more "calm", having seen a lot of ups and downs, and there is almost nothing that can shock people anymore.

On the wall behind his desk, there were two words: "Frank!"

Oh, it’s written in traditional Chinese characters.

“Capitalism is all dirt!”

...

On the afternoon of the 20th.

Regular UN press conference.

"We are shocked by Mexico's violent actions. Their actions are totally inconsistent with civilization and morality. The United Nations General Assembly voted to revoke their membership in the Bureau of the Drug Enforcement Administration and ordered them to leave Austria."

“At the same time, the UN agency will investigate Mexican President Cuauhce Mote and others.”

"Interpol will take over the recent series of assassinations..."

The spokesperson above was holding a manuscript like he was reading a book, and the reporters below didn't dare to breathe. This was going to kill Victor.

“Slander! Slander!!”

There was a sudden roar, and the spokesperson looked up, only to see a tin can hitting him on the forehead, causing him to scream in pain.

When it fell to the ground, I saw that it was a thermos.

A white female reporter stood up and raised her hands, "Why should the Warriors be sanctioned? Those innocent people were killed!"

"What about the people killed by the elite? You bastards, the United Nations? F**K you!"

"You are just bastards."

Two burly security guards came over, covered her mouth and dragged her out.

The spokesperson grimaced in pain, but continued speaking professionally.

But without saying a word...

“Support Mexico!”

"Support Victor!"

"Long live the eternal light!! Long live the light of mankind!!"

This time it was an Asian reporter, and he rushed up to beat the spokesperson. He rushed to the podium in three or two steps, scaring him so much that he ran back in panic.

This scene…

It's so funny and ironic.

The world is indeed a huge makeshift team, and the value of this sentence is still increasing.

Wait until he is pinned down by security.

A group of reporters came up and took pictures of his face.

The dissatisfaction and unwillingness in the man's eyes made people's scalps tingle.

"Gentlemen!"

“The world shouldn’t be like this!”

"Our Earth should be blue."

Many media people were furious after hearing this.

The hegemony of Europe and the United States, as well as their attempt to eliminate Mexico in order to protect the elite class, caused an uproar.

No one with a conscience can accept this.

There are also many good people in the media. They reveal the truth and use their pens to spread this ugly story.

Public opinion was once again in an uproar.

At Cornell University in the United States.

Forrest Gang, who was already the president of the student union, held a banner high. He led hundreds of classmates from his "Azure Gold Society" who wore the names of the victims of the "Red Shoes Incident" on their clothes.

"Gan! Gan!"

An old professor with white hair ran up to him, stretched out his hand, and blocked them. "Students, you can't go. Your behavior will bring shame to Cornell and ruin your own future."

"teacher!"

"Cornell's motto is to forget about injustice when you see it, and to bow to the darkness?"

Forrest Gan clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face. "What did Mexico do wrong? What did Mr. Victor do wrong? Those high-ranking elites, none of them spoke for this matter, only he stood up. Why did he stand up?"

"Because, he did it for all mankind!"

"Is the purpose of school to teach us to keep our heads down?"

"Have we studied for more than ten years and still not learned anything about human nature? Teacher."

The 80-year-old professor was shaking due to the questioning, and the teacher next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Just cause, always just!" Forrest Gump shouted.

He left the campus with his classmates...

"Professor Combe, this...this..." The teachers next to him were a little at a loss.

"We should be proud of them." Who knows, the old professor lowered his head and murmured, "If growing up requires losing morals and enthusiasm, then what is the difference between us and wax figures that have lost their souls, Ivan, I want to join them."

The teacher looked at the professor...

"If our ideals are shattered, we will be nothing but a pile of mud." The professor raised his head, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm that did not belong to his age. "Since my students have gone to school, it's my turn now."

"For ideals! For justice!!"

An old man raised his hand and ran towards the Azure Gold Society under the shocked gaze of the school teacher.

"Classmates, I have experienced World War I and World War II. I defeated the demons of national law and XX on the battlefield. Today, let me lead the team and we will defeat new demons."

The students cheered and shouted loudly.

The young teachers were very excited.

Something was suddenly stuffed into Teacher Irving's hand. He looked down and saw it was a piece of clothing. There stood a young man in front of him. He was the youngest professor at Cornell University and a future Nobel Prize winner.

"Help me get my clothes, I'm going too." He said, running with his hands raised high.

Shouting loudly.

"Long live justice!"

Ivan looked at them, his mouth slightly open, and said softly, "Long live justice."

In front of the British Consulate in Washington.

A large number of people held protests.

They demanded that Britain try members of the royal family who had committed crimes.

But you know...

This possibility is as unlikely as the possibility that the Japanese royal family is human.

They in the UK are just pretending to be dead. Anyway, if I don't say anything, this kind of thing will naturally disappear.

And no one noticed that a young man in US military uniform walked through the crowd.

He walked toward a side door and around the isolation tape, which attracted the attention of some protesters.

He turned his back to the door, pulled a bottle from his pocket, and poured it over himself, holding a lighter in his right hand.

He ignited himself in the shocked gaze of everyone.

He chanted from the fire, "Save Mexico, liberate the world!"

The raging fire engulfed him in an instant.

The police who arrived upon hearing the news fired three shots at him, knocking him to the ground.

This approach is actually fine...

After all, if you are affected, you can't escape.

But what time is it now?
A brave man committed suicide for justice, but you police officers don't catch the bad guys, but kill the good people instead?

The crowd was outraged in an instant.

"Kill them! Kill them!" Some Americans in higher positions tore off the isolation tape and rushed toward the police, throwing water bottles and other objects at them.

The two policemen panicked...

Really panicked...

They shouted in vain, and then chose to shoot.

boom!
An American woman who was running in the front fell to the ground injured.

But this did not calm them down, but instead aroused hatred.

"Don't be afraid, they only have 7 bullets, they can't kill us all, charge forward!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

They rushed towards the police, who, realizing something was not right, ran away but were caught up in a moment.

The physical fitness of American police...

A bit uncertain.

Among the people chasing the horse, many are black. You can talk about their character, but no one has ever talked about their running ability.

An old black man kicked a fat policeman who was running slowly in the air and knocked him to the ground.

The people behind rushed up and started punching and kicking!

A white man picked up a dropped pistol and shot another police officer who was still running.

Bang bang bang!
Go straight to the street.

When the police who came to support saw this scene, their eyes were about to burst. They immediately suppressed the fight. No one knew who fired first, and a gunfight broke out between the two sides.

Some Washington residents went out with weapons to support the people, and the National Guard was directly deployed here.

The two sides actually started a fight? !
...

"We saw that Washington residents blocked the streets with objects, and many people were holding guns and... mortars???"

A female reporter on TV was stunned when she saw what they took out.

The young man holding the mortar looked about 18 years old. When he saw the camera was pointed at him, he laughed and moved closer.

"This is a damn Japanese Type 90 17mm light mortar. My grandfather captured it on the battlefield. He killed Japanese dogs with it."

"Today, I will take it out and fight against the new law XX again!"

???

All the old antiques have been invited out.

The female reporter swallowed and asked, "Do you have shells?"

"Of course! My classmate's family owns a lathe factory. We have prepared a lot. As long as those lackeys dare to attack, we will fight them."

This young man is so cruel.

The female reporter licked her dry lips towards the camera and could only say tactfully, "There is currently no news from the Washington government."

In the office…

Victor, Casare, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Secretary of Defense Kennedy, Commander of the Fifth Army Guderian, and Director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency Jeff Bennett were all puffing away.

When men get together, if they don't smoke, do they smoke women?
"Decades of U.S. dissatisfaction with capital has begun to explode, especially when they kicked us out of the United Nations," Casare said in a deep voice, looking at the boss.

Victor narrowed his eyes. "This shows that many people can still distinguish right from wrong. Our next task is to win over those who can be won over and attack those who need to be attacked."

"We need to support those who are fighting for justice. Doesn't Hydra have many branches in the United States?"

"Can you find a way to transport some weapons in?"

"Better get some mines and RPGs."

Guderian and other military figures looked at each other when they heard this.

"Yes, we left behind about 200 channels when we cracked down on drug dealers. These can be transported there."

Secretary of Defense Kennedy smoked a cigarette and said, "The most important thing is that we must keep this fire burning. Otherwise, when the enthusiasm fades, not many people will persist."

This is true.

Now the armed confrontation is completely passionate...

"Then stir up racial confrontation. Don't the Propaganda Department and the Internal Affairs Bureau have a plan? In the next two months, slowly release these shocking news."

"Especially black people, they are more easily provoked." Guderian said with a raised eyebrow.

Jeff Bennett, director of Mexico's counterintelligence agency, also chimed in, "We have contacted Eldridge Cleaver, the former propaganda minister of the Black Panther Party of the United States, who is a representative of the extreme "violent armed" resistance to the US government."

“I think we can support him in the black movement within the United States.”

Their respective secretaries were taking notes in notebooks.

Victor listened to their words and nodded slightly, "Then send someone to contact them."

"They want money, food and even armed advisers, and we can help."

It's time to support a guerrilla army inside the United States...

It's like northern Thailand.

It pops up from time to time and makes you anxious.

There are more than 4000 million black people in the United States. It was precisely because some of the Black Panther Party's methods were scary that they were killed when Hoover was in power.

Many leaders were assassinated, imprisoned, or fled to other places. In 1982, with the closure of Oakland Community School, the Black Panther Party was officially disbanded.

After the death of Newton, the leader of the movement, in 89, this activity basically disappeared.

But the Eldridge Cleaver mentioned above is still alive.

He has been demanding in the media: black autonomy.

A "friend" who can cooperate.

(End of this chapter)