Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 454 Victor’s big happy event!
Guatemala. Lacanel, Petén Department, northern Guatemala.

The population is only about 2.

There is a firefight going on at this time!

The sound of gunfire continued.

The "anti-government armed forces", or the Guatemalan Workers' Party, are in armed uprising.

There were clashes with the local police department and army.

Hundreds of armed men stormed the town government...

However, this equipment is too good.

He was holding the US military's M16 automatic rifle, with four grenades on his waist and four magazines stuffed on his tactical vest.

Some people even carried M72LAW rocket launchers and fired at the windows of the town government that were still resisting stubbornly.

boom!
The government soldiers lying by the window were blown to pieces, with their limbs and arms falling off...

There was still smoke coming out of it.

This doesn't look like a weapon that guerrillas can use?!

Most of the GC armies in Latin America, including northern India and the Philippines, are still using AK.

If the Guatemalan Workers' Party doesn't have anyone supporting it behind the scenes, it will just stand on its head and eat shit.

"Charge!!!" a helmeted Guatemalan Workers' Party soldier shouted as he rushed to the roof of the town government.

He kicked the flag symbolizing dictatorship away and replaced it with a red flag.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, dozens of government troops laid down their guns and surrendered.

He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, looking dejected.

A short and strong man with a beret, a big beard and a military uniform walked up to them. He looked very tough, but his tone was actually very gentle.

"Don't worry, I guarantee your safety. As long as we examine you and find that none of you bullies men or women, commits crimes, or participates in the drug trafficking activities of dictator Ubico Castaneda, we will release you."

Upon hearing this, many of the government armed personnel breathed a sigh of relief, while others looked tense.

"take away."

The short and strong man saw everyone's expressions. He waved his hand and the soldiers took the prisoners away.

"Congratulations, Mr. Alfonso Portillo."

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came up from behind. He was also wearing a military uniform. The first impression was that he looked very gentle.

“You have won a stage victory.”

Alfonso Portillo, leader of the Guatemalan Workers' Party, was not happy to hear the congratulations. Instead, he shook his head with a serious expression. "This temporary success is only a temporary victory. Guatemala is still a long way to go. We need to work harder."

The middle-aged man nodded appreciatively upon hearing this, "I thought you would enjoy this victory..."

If that's the case, he would be considered short-sighted.

"I need to expand my influence and bring more people in, and I need your support," Alfonso Portillo said with his eyes slightly raised.

"Of course, Mexico City will provide you with weapons and equipment for 3000 people, and will provide you with $600 million in aid, as well as a 40-member military advisory group. We are happy to see the overthrow of dictatorship and the establishment of a new GC society."

Alfonso Portillo's eyes lit up and he was very surprised.

But then he frowned, hesitated and said, "Mr. Valentin, is Mexico planning to support a new regime?"

This is a tactic often used by the Americans, including supporting Augusto Pinochet, overthrowing Allende's rule, and breaking the backbone of GCism in Latin America.

Even the Soviet Union was the same. It sent troops to Afghanistan and raided Amin. Wasn't it just to support its own government to come to power?
Cold War Cold War…

It is the small country that dies and it is the neighbors that are left cold.

"No no no!"

Valentin, who works for the Mexican Intelligence Agency, shook his head. “We never interfere in other countries’ internal affairs.”

"Our help to you is purely out of humanitarianism and concern for the Guatemalan people. You see, under the dictatorship, people are living in poverty and selling their children. The world should not be like this."

"Don't worry, we don't need any reports..."

"We just hope that the world will be peaceful and everyone will have a place to live and children to take care of."

Valentine's eyes were clear, and what he said... I almost believed it.

Some words can only be listened to halfway.

Why did Mexico support Guatemalan independence?
Isn't it just to amplify the "spark" in Latin America? When he opens his eyes near the capitalist United States, oh no, all the countries are upholding GCism. How can he sleep well?
Most importantly, Victor needs more allies...

Fighting alone is really like a lone wolf fighting a vicious dog.

As the inheritor of the Soviet Union's legacy, we should be generous and not be stingy...

What the Americans can give, he can give too.

Isn't it just money?
If there are no more, just pull out the chaebols and chop off a few more.

The market economy has never been determined by a certain chaebol, but by the market activity of individuals.

Therefore, Victor is not afraid of hitting the market at all.

As for whether Alfonso Portillo will "betray" the revolution after his career becomes successful, we will have to wait and see.

In addition, after Guatemala's dictator Ubico Castaneda came to power through a coup, he became very close to the CIA and helped Colombia smuggle drugs to the United States. Victor has been criticized internationally more than once.

It is better to get rid of such people as soon as possible.

Alfonso Portillo was also a smart man. He took a deep breath and started to make a guarantee.

"The Guatemalan Workers' Party will always be the most loyal, reliable and friendly brother of the Mexican People's Party!"

"If I can, I would like to go to Mexico City and meet with General Victor."

Valentine also nodded vigorously, "I will convey this matter and make it happen as soon as possible."

The two people held hands tightly together, and under the sunshine, the seeds of greatness began to bloom in Guatemala.

Of course, not only here, but also in Colombia, Chile, Brazil...

The Mexican Intelligence Agency was always looking for support and had conflicts with the CIA several times.

The whole of Latin America is in chaos!

And in Mexico City.

Bright lights.

A lot of people can be seen on the streets, holding balloons and laughing.

Celebrating the new year!
The Chinatown lion dance team performed at the "Victor Square" in the center, surrounded by a group of people cheering.

A toddler sat on his father's shoulders, giggling as he watched the lion dance leaping back and forth with his clear eyes.

Fully armed police officers stood in the middle with police dogs, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

"Uncle, can I take a picture with it?" a girl in a skirt asked the leading police officer nervously.

"of course."

The police officer said with a smile and patted the military dog ​​on the forehead. The latter stuck out its tongue, stood next to the girl, and grinned with its teeth bared.

Put dog paw on girl's skirt and look at camera.

"Come on~eggplant!"

The father holding the camera was half squatting, and there was a "click" sound.

Leaving behind the beauty of this moment.

"Thank you." The little girl touched the police dog and smiled happily, then ran to her father, jumping up and down.

"Chief, why are you crying?"

The police officer saw tears in the eyes of the leader and couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just patrol carefully and arrest anyone who looks suspicious first."

The director wiped his eyes and shouted loudly.

He was just in a trance...

If my daughter hadn't been killed by drug dealers, she would be that age now.

A happy life is really hard to come by.

The peace that many people have so easily access is something that others have never experienced in their entire lives.

No one can destroy it!

In an office on the top floor of the National Palace.

Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette in his hand. He looked at the bustling neighborhood with a hint of longing in his eyes.

But he knew that if he went down to "share the joy with the people", it would only add burden to the grassroots.

Sometimes I sit too high...

It's also very lonely.

At this moment, the private cell phone on the table rang, and he picked it up. "Victor, Happy New Year~!!!"

Hearing that familiar voice, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Happy New Year, Belsaria."

"did you miss me?"

"of course."

The other side smiled happily, "Then open the door."

? ? ? ?
Victor was startled, raised his head, looked at the door with some hope, stood up and walked over, and when he put his hand on the handle, he was a little nervous...

squeak~
When I opened it, I saw Belsaria standing at the door, "Surprise!!"

She jumped up immediately, hugged him and started to bite him.

Casare next to him smiled and clapped softly.

This American girl is more direct...

Almost all of them were hanging on Victor, almost suffocating him to death.

"When did you come?" Victor asked in surprise, breathing heavily.

Belsaria smiled happily, "Just got off the plane."

"The Secretariat received a call from the Special Intelligence Bureau, saying they were looking for me. When I went downstairs, I saw her standing at the door, dragging a suitcase." Casare spread his hands helplessly beside him.

"She said she wanted to give you a surprise."

It's impossible not to feel psychologically moved. After all, he is also a human being. A woman flew from Germany to Mexico for more than ten hours to see you.

"Come on, come in and talk."

Of course Casare didn't want to be a third wheel, so he found an excuse and left.

Victor invited her into the office and poured her some hot water.

"Does your grandfather know that you came to my place?"

Belsaria was very direct, "I know what you are going to say, and I also know what happened. I had a fight with my family, and they wanted me to break up with you, but I told them that this was impossible."

"He told me that you believe in Communism!"

"But love has no boundaries of belief, right?"

"Besides, I think your pursuit is noble. I'll tell you secretly that when I was in Germany, I had already joined the German GC Party." Belsaria smiled, "The old man must be crazy. He must think I'm crazy."

"But I want to tell him that we are young, reality may be cruel, but we are pursuing our ideals."

She touched Victor's cheek, "I'm proud of you, too."

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have done for me, but for what I can do for you."

If these words were spoken by a little boy, he would have been moved to tears. Of course, even Victor felt his heart pounding with joy!

He hugged her immediately, and the two kissed passionately, and he carried her into the small room in the office.

Pah!
There were fireworks outside, one after another shot up into the sky, lighting up half of the starry sky.

thump~
When the clock on the wall struck twelve, the woodpecker inside came out and began to chirp.

It’s January 1992, 1!!
happy New Year!

Victor accompanied Belsaria to Chinatown.

According to the new Holiday Law, January 1st is a two-day holiday, so you won’t see any Mexican shops on the streets.

Only Chinese...

Celebrating the holidays?
Impossible! Don't disrupt my business. You can see them selling fried rice on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

But he was a celebrity after all, and he still caused a commotion when he walked in.

Some people walking in Chinatown shouted excitedly.

The Secret Service is getting a little nervous...

"Who is it? Such a big scene? Is Teresa Teng here?"

In a sausage restaurant, the chef holding a knife and smoking a cigarette asked curiously.

The boss was eating, sitting outside. When he turned around, he saw the chef coming out. He coughed violently, and the food sprayed out of his nostrils.

"You're going to die. Why are you coming out with a knife? Go back. That's Victor. The bodyguards might think you're up to something and shoot you." The boss pushed him.

The chef nodded hurriedly and ran to the kitchen.

But I still stood on tiptoe inside and looked outside.

Victor smiled and waved at the crowd, occasionally stopping to communicate with people.

If he meets someone cute, he will even hug her.

"Sir, is this your female companion? Our future First Lady of Mexico?"

Suddenly, a brave little boy pointed at Belsaria who was standing next to him and asked loudly.

All passers-by smiled kindly.

The American woman also looked at Victor with a smile.

"Of course, she's my girlfriend and I love her."

"Then when are you going to propose to me?" the boy shouted, whistling and looking at him with admiration.

"Now, how is it?"

Victor said softly.

As he spoke, he took out a diamond ring from his pocket, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he looked at Belsaria affectionately, "I have been an unswerving materialist in my life, but you are the only one I look forward to in the next life, will you marry me?"

The crowd was in uproar~
"Marry him!"

"Marry him!!"

"Oh my God, I'm so moved that tears are coming out of my eyes." A big Mexican man wiped his tears, raised his hands and shouted loudly.

Belsaria covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and nodded vigorously.

"I am willing."

Suddenly, the entire Chinatown was filled with deafening cheers!
Victor's popularity is evident.

This news also made the front page headlines of Mexican news at the first moment.

It also spread to the neighboring United States in an instant, and then... to the whole world.

A bohemian grove in Monte Rio, California.

This is a private place, and the 1100 hectares of land belong to one organization.

Bohemian Club!
Famous members include former US presidents Nixon and Reagan, and the famous "Manhattan Project" was formed here.

The annual meeting, originally scheduled for July every year, was held ahead of schedule.

With only one purpose: how to bring down Victor's regime.

At the venue, a group of men sat together and chatted, with delicious food and soft music playing.

"A courtship and wedding, it's caused a lot of fuss. Rumsfeld, your granddaughter is in the newspaper." A man with a slicked-back hair came over, holding a newspaper in his hand, and said to the old defense secretary with a gloating tone in his voice.

Robert Gates!
The Deputy Secretary of Defense was also originally appointed by George H.W. Bush as Secretary of Defense. However, due to the sudden change in the situation, Donald Rumsfeld took over the position, and he was a little unhappy with him.

The old defense minister with glasses raised his eyebrows, took the newspaper, and saw a photo on it, which clearly showed his granddaughter's face full of emotion.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly...

"Damn Victor!" he yelled, throwing the rolled-up newspaper onto the ground.

"A man's mouth has only two uses: to seduce women and to seduce the people. Apparently he succeeded in both." Robert Gates shrugged. He pressed on, looking at the other man. "Your granddaughter is marrying Victor. Does she still belong to the Rumsfeld family?"

"Robert!" someone shouted, signaling him to shut up.

"Hehe, I just think some people are not suitable to join the Bohemian Club. Who knows if he is Mexican or American... Oops."

Before Robert Gates could finish his words, he was punched in the face.

He was knocked to the ground and several of his teeth were broken.

After all, the old defense minister is a military veteran and has a strong fist.

"Shut your mouth, Robert. You don't need to talk too much about the Rumsfeld family." The old man looked gloomy and took a deep breath. "I will kick her out. From today on, Belsaria no longer belongs to our family."

Robert Gates covered his mouth, his hands were covered in blood, and he was shouting "Ahhhh" incoherently, but it was obvious that he was accusing the other person. However, when he met the other person's eyes, he was so scared that he fell silent.

"Enough!" a shout came.

Then three people came out of the house: Nixon, Reagan, and John Ellis Bush (Bush Sr.'s younger brother).

"Are you guys at a boxing match?"

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(End of this chapter)